"Yes, you have feelings, opinions, and the ability to start sex, I get it," Sebastian smirked. "But you know what you don't have? Me. In your bed, tonight. You can sleep on the couch."

Blaine rolled his wide, amber eyes. "Fine! I'd be happy to share my body heat with something that deserves it! I'm sure the couch would be a lovely parter, don't you agree!?"

Sebastian glared at him, face turning red with anger and eyes on fire. He turned around then stomped to their room, and slammed the door. He completely ignored Blaine's calls to come back. Blaine sighed. He didn't even get his pajamas on yet! He frowned then walked over to the fridge for a Coke. He plopped on the couch, and the newspaper slid down and crashed on the floor. Blaine picked it up, then scanned all the boring advertisements on the bottomof the page. He put his coke down, then stared at one ad in particular. He couldn't see the man in the picture to well, but next to it is said:

Kurt Hummel
Advanced and Master Couples Therapist
Call 1-800-LuvHelp to make an appointment!

Underneath it was the address. Blaine smirked. He went over to Sebastian's room, then knocked on the door. He thought of all the times that he and Sebastian fought. Sebastian was always stubborn and thinking that Blaine was simply eye-candy and he could be tossed around and used. Blaine wished for someone else, but agreed to marrying him for money, and tht he couldn't find anybody else. Finally, Sebastian opened the door. "What?" He asked flatly.

Blaine thrust the ad towards him, and pointed to the Couples Therapy one. Sebastian snorted. "Blainey, we don't need this. We're perfectly fine."

Blaine shook his head. "No, Sebastian. I'm not letting you make all the decisions anymore. We're going to couples therapy, and I'm calling right now."

Sebastian glared at him, but Blaine returned it back full force and ended up winning in the end. Sebastian slammed the door again, but it didn't even phase Blaine this time. They were going to get help. Dialing the number, Blaine waited until somebody answered. "Hello?" A high, musical voice answered.

"Yes, m'am, I'd like to make an appointment with Kurt Hummel?"

The person on the other end broke out into innocent giggles. "Oh, sir," they laughed. "This is Kurt Hummel."

Blaine suddenly felt embarrassed tht he had mistaken this man for a woman. But he was also intruiged. The picture in the ad was blurry, and Blaine was curious as the wht Kurt looked like to have such a high voice.. It was.. Almost angelic. "Oh my gosh," he gasped. "I am extremely sorry, sir, I didn't-"

"It's okay, sir- I'm guessing-" Kurt joked lightly. "I'm used to it, no really. It doesn't bother me as much as it did in high school. So you wanted an appointment?" Kurt took out a pad and pen from his desk drawer, then waited for this charming man to give him his informtion.

"Yes, do.. Do you need anything? Name, number?"

"You're name please, your wife's is not needed." Kurt yawned. He was really tired, and was about to close office.

Blaine almost laughed at Kurt's "wife" comment, but he figured he'd find out when they arrived. "My name's Blaine Anderson." Blaine offered his number, too, which Kurt took boredly.

"Thanks, so when would this appointment be? I'm open from 6 am to 9 pm tomorrow. I have open slots for 7 pm to 8. Would that whole hour be okay?"

"Great!" Blaine said, almost to happily. Kurt laughed over the phone.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Anderson." Kurt ended the phone call after swapping "byes" with Blaine. He leaned back into his computer chair and closed his eyes. He wondered what Blaine looked like.

Blaine smiled then turned off the phone. "Hey, Sebastian! Couples therapy tomorrow at 7 pm! Be ready, not drunk!"