Blaine sat up and rubbed his face, his whole body sore. With one eye peeked open he glanced at the clock to see it was nine in the morning, he glanced at his phone seeing missed calls from David, Nick and Sebastian. None from Kurt. Groaning loudly he stood and walked toward the shower, dialing the chiefs number. “Yes, hi sir. I won't be able to make it in today.” Blaine muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he looked in the mirror, a frown on his face. “Very sick. I'll be in later this week, I'm very sorry.” He apologized once again even though the chief didn't care and hung up, feeling emotionally drained.

“Wonderful job back there Kurt!” He looked over to see his boss, a bright smile on her face as she kept pace with him. Ms. Caster was a nice woman when you earned it and he cared about her dearly but he didn't feel like conversing right now. Too much going on in his head.

Kurt smiled softly, nodding. “Thank you Ms. Caster. I'm glad it went well, I've been working hard on the preparation.” He explained, proud that she was happy with him but the happiness not reaching his eyes.

Ms. Caster followed Kurt to his office, watching as he took a seat, typing away on the computer, not even greeting Lauren as he entered. “Mr. Hummel, are you okay?” She wondered, worried about him, he was one of the best employees and if something was wrong she didn't want it to throw off his work.

“I'm fine, thank you.” He told her quietly, glancing up with a smirk, going back to work instantly.

Pulling her eyebrows together Ms. Caster looked back at Lauren but all she received was a shrug. If she didn't know anything, then surely there was not something bothering him. “Kurt. You may go home if you'd like. You did superb at the meeting this morning; you can continue your work tomorrow.”

“What, why? No. I'm okay. I don't need to go home Ms. Caster.” Kurt insisted, a part of him not wanting to go home and another part hoping the more he resists the more she will insist.

With a flick of her wrist Ms. Caster waved him out of the room. “Go home sweetie. You look like you've been hit by a truck. You need it.”

Kurt sighed, his shoulders slumping as he shut down his computer, gathering his things.

Blaine sat on the couch, staring at the ring as he twirled his hands when the door opened. He didn't even bother looking up.

Swallowing the lump in his throat Kurt stood silently, watching Blaine. “Um. Hi.”

“If you need me to go I'm sure they'll give me my bed back.” Blaine said, looking up with a blank expression.

Kurt shook his head, barely able to look at Blaine. “No... I. You don't have to go.” He stuttered, setting his stuff down and crossing his arms uncomfortably.

Blaine shrugged and looked back at the ring, not knowing where else to look. “What are you doing home?”

“My boss let me go home for the day.” Kurt answered, his foot playing with the carpet. “Why aren't you at work?” He wondered, knowing Blaine didn't have a day off till tomorrow.

“Didn't get that much sleep last night so I called in sick.” He explained, running his finger along the smooth metal of Kurt's ring, comforted by the coldness of it.

Kurt took a deep breath, uncrossing his arms, placing his hands in his pockets. “Wish I did the same.” He mumbled, looking down, biting his lip.

Blaine flipped the ring in his fingers, not able to look away from it. “Did you mean it?” He asked, letting the question hang there, hearing Kurt swallow thickly. Out of the corner of his eye Blaine could see Kurt shrug uncomfortably, rubbing his arm. “Guess I should start packing my things.” He stated harshly, slamming the ring onto the coffee table, standing up.

“No!” Kurt yelled, making Blaine stop where he was, watching him. “I mean...” He trailed off, placing his hands over his face, releasing a groan of absolute frustration and confusion.

Blaine's hands came up and slapped down on his sides roughly. “What? What do you mean?” He questioned, watching as Kurt avoided his eyes. “Give me an answer. It’s a simple yes or no.” Blaine demanded, not getting anything out of him. “I can't deal with the bullshit anymore Kurt! Do you want to be with me?” He wondered, his voice cracking, willing to give Kurt whatever the hell he wanted. “We don't have to get married if that's what you want.”

Kurt looked up, seeing Blaine's eyes were glossy with tears. “I do want to get married.” He said quietly, sniffling. “Blaine I love you... I'm just...”

“Just what?” Blaine asked, trying to get this out of him. Their marriage was on the line.

Tears slid down Kurt's cheeks as he sniffled, crossing his arms over his stomach, wanting to be held. “I'm just so scared.” He whimpered, arms circling around himself tightly.

Blaine's eyes softened, taking in Kurt's posture, he looked so fragile. “About what baby?”

“That one day you'll get tired of me and choose to stay at the station more to get away or that you're going to miss the greatest moments of our life because you're at the station.” Kurt rambled, the tears streaming. “Or maybe one day I'm going to get a call telling me… Telling me that you didn't make it out.” He broke into a sob, his body shaking as he cried.

“No, Kurt.” Blaine whispered, hugging Kurt tightly, feeling his face bury into his shoulder, the sobs racking his body.

Kurt held on for dear life, feeling safe. “I'm so sorry Blaine.” He spoke through the sobs, hoping it wasn't too late for them. “I didn't mean any of it!”

Blaine nuzzled his head into Kurt's hair. “I know you didn't baby.” He mumbled, his hand stroking over Kurt's back soothingly. “Don't ever be sorry about being upset, or hurt, or angry.”

“But I hurt you...” Kurt whispered, trying to catch his breath. “I never wanted it to end that way I was just... I was so angry and tired and I overreacted in the worst way possible.” He explained, rambling again, which made Blaine smile softly, running a hand through his hair. “You didn't deserve that.”

With a shrug Blaine cradled Kurt's face in his hands. “I love you Kurt.” He stated firmly, thumbs wiping Kurt's tears away. “I need you... And by the looks of it, you need me. We need each other.” Kurt nodded softly, leaning into Blaine's touch. “That's why we're getting married. There is no one on this Earth I would be willing to fight for.”

Kurt smiled, his eyes closing as Blaine rested their foreheads together. “I can't wait to marry you... I love you so much Blaine.” He said softly, their noses brushing.

“I love you too and I can't wait to call you my husband.” He mumbled, kissing Kurt gently, the ache in his chest dulling.

Their lips slid apart, dreamy sighs escaping. “We're getting married.” Kurt whispered, leaning over to the coffee table, grabbing the ring and holding it out to Blaine. “I'll let you do the honors… Again.”

Blaine wiped the tears from his eyes, smiling widely. “I'll be glad to.” He took the ring and Kurt's hand into his own, kneeling down on the ground in front of him. “Kurt, I love you. I will always love you.” He began, chuckling at how wonderful this was that everything was falling into place again. “I need you in my life and I don't care what happens, you will always be the one for me. I'm never giving up on this.” Blaine watched as Kurt smiled, happy tears sliding down his cheeks. “I will continue to fight for this because, let’s face it; we're a mess without each other.” They both shared a light laugh, Blaine fumbling with Kurt's hand as he positioned the ring. “If you agree with me, please do me the honor, again, in being my husband.”

Kurt giggled kneeling down to Blaine's level, kissing him. “I still want nothing more than to be your husband.”

“I love you Kurt, never doubt that.” Blaine assured, sliding the ring on Kurt's finger, leaning down to press a kiss to it. “You deserve to not feel scared all the time about me making it home... You deserve a man that won't be late to his own engagement party.” He mumbled pathetically, spinning the ring around Kurt's finger.

Kurt sighed, leaning forward to hug Blaine, snuggling into his warmth. “With your job we're taking it one day at a time. We don't need to talk about that right now.”

“Please. It’s my day off and I can think of plenty of other things I want to do besides talk about my job.” Blaine murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt's neck, smiling.

With a teasing smirk Kurt hummed, dipping his head back to give Blaine more access. “Wedding planning?” He asked jokingly, feeling Blaine's smirk on his skin.

“Maybe some wedding night planning.” He mumbled, nipping at Kurt's collarbone, hugging him close.

Kurt gasped, sitting up. “Our honeymoon?” He wondered excitedly, Blaine looking up at him with an eyebrow raised. “I would love to go to an island, or maybe even a cruise!” Kurt suggested, a twinkle in his eye at the thought of it.

“Why do you care where we go?” Blaine asked, sitting down on the living room floor, pulling Kurt into his lap. “With me you won't make it out of the hotel room.” He chuckled darkly, giving Kurt a wink as he kissed his cheek.

Kurt burst into giggles, slapping Blaine's chest playfully. “You are so cocky about sex!” He told his fianc�e, pecking his lips.

“You're the one that created this sex monster… If I remember clearly.” Blaine muttered, wiggling his eyebrows as he chased Kurt's lips, kissing him.

With a moan Kurt kissed him back, smiling widely. “Hm... Well, I guess I'm not complaining then... Now carry me off to bed and show me why I still put up with you!” He yelled dramatically, making Blaine laugh as he picked him up bridal style.

“I could have dropped my pants and you would've run yourself to the bed if I didn't pick you up already.” Blaine mumbled with a smirk, Kurt slapping him on the chest. “You can't deny it though!” He defended, winking as he gently dropped his fianc�e onto the bed.

Kurt smirked up at him, backing up. “You're not that good.” He teased, giving Blaine a wink of his own. “And if I remember clearly I've been up since six in the morning and I could just about fall asleep right here if we don't do something...” Kurt hinted, yawning obnoxiously.

Blaine groaned loudly, climbing onto the bed, hovering over Kurt. “Why am I always the one starting it?” He asked, stripping off his shirt quickly, working on Kurt's quickly. “I mean seriously, every time we have make up sex it’s my job to do everything.”

Kurt smiled fondly, watching as Blaine worked on his jeans with a concentrated look on his face. “Cause honey, you're always the one that screws up... Now come on, pants off, we could use a nap after this.”

With a sigh Blaine tugged off his sweatpants. “Alright. I deserved that.”