They had moved in together almost three years ago, right after they finished college. Three years of waking up next to each other every day, and going to sleep, legs tangled together, every night. Things were great between them. They had been together for eight years with very little fights; those fights that were a bit more serious were usually easily forgotten after sitting down and talking seriously.

But things were getting strained between them. A tense atmosphere had fallen over them for the last few months, with one snapping at the other and resulting in a few arguments that ended with one of them having to sleep in the couch. And with both of them having busy scheduled with demanding work, time to talk was rare.

Kurt, who was a fashion designer, seemed to drown himself in work, opting to spend hours at the office sketching, work that he would usually do at home with Blaine by his side, the two working on their respective tasks, but basking in the comfort one brought the other. He knew he had to talk to Blaine, but he was afraid of the outcome. Blaine, a famous musician and song-writer, started staying at home to write, only occasionally going to the studio as it wasn't recording season, in hoped of catching a moment with Kurt. He didn't know when their relationship started to fall apart. He only knew that he'd do anything to try to save their relationship. All that was left to him was hope that Kurt felt the same way.

And, having been together since high-school, there was a constant thought in their mind: "What if I'm not who he wants anymore?" Even though they had danced around each other for months after they had first met, and would constantly show how much they loved each other, their insecurities would often arise, now more than never before.

It was a rare day when both Kurt and Blaine were together in the apartment at a reasonable hour and at the same time, with no immediate need to get up and leave. Kurt was looking over some ideas for a fashion spread and Blaine was staring at the wall trying to gather up some courage to speak to Kurt. Kurt was concentrating on his task, acting as though Blaine wasn't there. He knew they'd have to talk eventually, but he didn't know if he was ready to face the fight that would surely happen.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt nodded in acknowledgement. "Can we talk? Please?"

Kurt sighed, but abandoned his magazine nonetheless. Rubbing his eyes and standing up he walked until he sat on the couch next to Blaine, making sure to keep some space between them, an act that even though it probably was for the best didn't go unnoticed by Blaine, and that pulled at his heart a bit.

"I guess we should, huh?"

Blaine just nodded, not meeting Kurt's eye. They both sat still, just gathering their thoughts and summoning their courage. Finally Blaine broke the silence.

"What happened to us? We used to be so happy!" his voice wavering a little.

Kurt looked away, eyes shining brightly, "I don't know, Blaine. I don't know."

"It seems like you've been avoiding me for the past month. You're barely home. We never see each other. When we do I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around you!" Blaine paused and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he looked sad and vulnerable. "I miss you, Kurt. What is going on?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "I don't know what happened, Blaine. One moment we were so happy, moving in together, my life seemed to be falling into place perfectly. I had my dream job, a gorgeous boyfriend I was crazy about... The next we just started snapping at each other at every opportunity and fighting all the time, it just wasn't us anymore!" Kurt exhaled and looked at Blaine, his eyes full with unshed tears. "Why do you thing I'm never home anymore? That I'm staying late every night to work on my designs?" His tone became softer now. "I dread coming home, Blaine. All we ever do when we are together is fight! I don't know how we let it come to this point, but all I think of is that this is just not working!"

Blaine had tears streaming down his face, not wanting to face the truth. "Can we talk about it? I mean - isn't there anything - what can we do to fix it? Do you want to fix this?" Blaine looked exhausted, but his eyes got a hopeful gleam when he uttered this last phrase.

"I-of course I do, Blaine, I just don't know how or what to do. I feel like we've reached a point in our relationship quite near rock bottom." He said softly, barely above a whisper.

Blaine exhaled. "Talk? Try to figure out what led to this? Kurt, I want to fix this, us. I miss you, I miss us, I miss the way we were."

Kurt nodded, but he was a little distracted, seemingly deep in thought about something.

"What is it, Kurt?" Blaine asked when he saw Kurt's troubled look.

"What if it was too soon?" He asked voice cracking and low, as he turned to face Blaine, unsure eyes filled with fresh tears. "What if we weren't ready to move in together yet?"

Blaine looked up sharply before answering. "I don't that's it, Kurt. Couples that fall apart due to living together are usually those who can't establish a routine together or can't share their space. That is not our problem. We've had no problems in adapting our lives to include the other. And we've spent so many time with each other, even before we moved in together. Not to mention that we've been living together for almost three years, and had been dating for more than five years at the time, it was just the next step. But you are right. Something had changed."

After a few moments of unsettling silence Kurt asked, voice small, "Do you thing we've just grown apart? You can't deny that things haven't been the same as they were for some time already."

"Maybe, Kurt, I don't know. I love you. You are still my best friend. But, I'm not sure if it's worth all the pain this is putting us through." Blaine's voice was shaky, his face contorted with emotions.

"I love you too, Blaine. I just don't know if it's still the same feeling as before." Kurt sniffled, wiping tears away as the cascaded down his cheeks. He loved Blaine dearly, that wasn't a doubt. But something had changed, and he just couldn't bear the pain anymore.

Blaine stood up, going to the kitchen to fetch them some water and collecting his thoughts, trying to delay the inevitable. He came back after a few moments, handing one glass to Kurt, earning a quiet "thank you" from the man. He sat down again, this time in the coffee table across from Kurt's spot in the couch.

"Maybe we should just – " he broke off with a sob, unable to finish the sentence. Tears were pouring down his face, mirroring Kurt's own.

"Yeah, maybe it's for the best."

Their faces were drenched in tears, both wanting to beg the other to just sit down and fix their relationship, but they both knew that, at the moment, all the pain they were putting the other through, was just not worth it. Kurt finally stood, walking in the direction of their bedroom.

"I'll just pack a few things enough to last for some weeks. I'll come by another time to fetch the rest of my stuff. I think I'll just stay at Santana's for now." His voice was wavering as he walked down the corridor, and Blaine just sat there, numb, wondering if it was really happening or if it was all just a dream.

Blaine sat there for what seemed like hours until Kurt emerged, dragging two suitcases behind him and his work satchel slung over his shoulder. His eyes were red and puffy, and his expression sad and defeated.

"I'll just go. Take care, Blaine." He just couldn't say goodbye. Goodbye was too final, and he wasn't going to break his promise he had once made all those years ago in high-school.

Blaine hiccupped and turned to Kurt. In an impulse he stood and reached out to hug the other man tightly, being squeezed back with just as much force. He let go and managed a watery half-smile. "I hope you find happiness, Kurt."

With one last glance, Kurt left, crumbling the last bit that was left of their eight year relationship, leaving two heartbroken men behind.

That had been six years ago.