Kurt didn't want to leave.

He really, didn't want to leave, but there were only five people left working and they were getting close to closing. So far, he'd made three of the girls cry, and made one of the guys coil in fear. He always felt bad – offering them tissues and apologising afterwards, but they didn't mind – Kurt was just very dedicated to his work, and if it wasn't right, he'd tell you.

Kurt liked to think that they secretly appreciated it. It would make them better designers in the long run.

Finally, something in Kurt clicked, and he realised why he loved being at work, and loved being with Blaine.

He was in control.

When he was at work, he was the boss – he told people off and he knew what he was doing. With Blaine, they were pretty much equals. At home, he was Karofsky's bitch.

At home, he was nothing.

Kurt had always been slightly independent – he had to be – growing up the way he did, with the entire school against him.

So maybe he did need Blaine, to cancel everything out?

(07:45) Is everything okay?

Blaine had sent the message just after he left for work, and he hadn't checked his phone since.

Sorry for the late reply. Everything is great, just had to go into work today. Might not make it tomorrow, either…

Kurt sighed. This was him, weaning himself of Blaine.

(18:23) Okay. I miss you.

Kurt shook his head. How could he reply to that?

"Alright, I might be in tomorrow. I'll see you later Kristelle."

^.^

David was home when he arrived, and he cringed. He'd been distracted with work, and he completely forgot that he should've been home earlier. He stepped into the house cautiously, his heart hammering in his chest. He didn't think Dave would be angry with him…but…

"Kurt…that you?"

He'd been drinking.

Kurt wanted to slam his head into the side of the wall.

He crept into the living room, where David sat with several bottles of beer.

"Yeah. It's me." Kurt said softly.

"You're late…"

"I was at work…they wanted me to stay and look at some designs…"

David took a moment to process, before he nodded. Kurt was surprised.

"Come here." David reached out to him, and Kurt let out a small sigh, anticipating what would happen next.

He walked over into David's arms, straddling his lap.

"You didn't want me to be out." David said softly, his eyes raking up and down Kurt's chest. "So I came back here."

Kurt closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "But you're drinking."

"I like drinking. Makes me happy."

Kurt blinked at him. "Really?"

He took a moment to really think about his question, before nodding.

"I love you." David whispered. "You're beautiful."

Kurt ducked his head. It was moments like these that helped Kurt remember who he fell in love with.

"I love you too." Kurt said softly, leaning down to plant a kiss on his lips.

But then David took that as an invitation, and pulled Kurt down so he was hovering over him, kissing up and down his neck.

For once, Kurt decided to take a stand.

"Dave, no."

There was a brief second of hesitance from David, but it didn't last very long.

"Come on…" he whined, but Kurt pushed at his chest firmly.

"David, stop."

David paused, looking down at Kurt. "What?"

"I don't want to tonight." Kurt whispered, sitting up.

"Why?"

Kurt frowned. "I just don't okay. I just…I'll make dinner and then can we go to bed?"

"But…"

"David, please…"

Dave's eyes closed, and he crawled off. "Fine. You can get me another beer when you're in the kitchen."

Kurt stood, letting out a breath of relief.

Every road starts with a first step.

^.^

Four beers later, David was heavily intoxicated, and Kurt was only halfway through eating dinner.

"Don't ever tell me what to do." David muttered suddenly, and Kurt looked up, eyes wide.

"Sorry?"

"You…you don't…never tell me what to do." He growled. "Never."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "David…"

"Don't think you can get away with this shit, Kurt."

"David, what are you…"

"You think you can just tell me what to do? I am your husband."

Kurt's mouth dropped open. "And what the hell does that make me?"

"You're….you're the equivalent of my wife, because that's what marriage is, between a man and a woman…"

Kurt couldn't. He couldn't understand, and maybe it was because David was drunk and slurring, but Kurt just couldn't understand how he could be so narrow minded. How he could have those opinions and how he could ever think that. Him, of all people. Tears flooded to his eyes, and David was just glaring at him.

"Don't you dare." Kurt growled, standing up. "Don't you dare call me a woman…what the hell David? We've been married for five years and you bring this up now?"

Kurt knew he was drunk, and knew it was stupid to argue with him when he was drunk, but this seemed to be the only time he could get words in.

"You've always had your place." David spat.

"We've always been equals." Kurt countered, the tears in his eyes looming, but not spilling.

"For seven years you've cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner for me. You're more of a housewife than some women around."

Finally, Kurt let out a choked sob, and his hand flew to his mouth to keep it in. He shook his head.

"Fuck you David…just…" he stood up and grabbed his bag, and finally David look like he was actually concerned with what was going on.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm spending the night at the office. Just...go to bed, and if you decide to sober up anytime soon, give me a call."

"Come back here!" he stood, about to make a move, but Kurt was already out of the door, slamming it behind him and pulling his phone out.

Are you free tonight?