When Blaine awoke the next morning, he turned over and saw that Kurt was no in bed. He went to sit up but gasped at the headache that pounded in his skull. He held his head as he got up and looked down, realising that he was only in his boxers. Kurt had undressed him. What the hell happened last night? He didn't drink. He promised he wouldn't. He had this pounding headache and he felt hungover. It just didn't make sense. Unless his drinks were spiked... Oh crap! Kurt must be so mad at him. He stumbled out into the kitchen, where Kurt and a cup of coffee and breakfast laid out for him.
"Hey." Blaine said as he sat down. "What happened last night?"
"You promised me that you wouldn't drink and then you got drunk. You were dancing with some random stranger and he almost kissed you. If i didn't get there..."
"You think i would've kissed him back?" Blaine said, his eyes revealing how hurt he was.
"I don't know! You don't make very good decisions when you're drunk. But you broke your promise to me, you promised you wouldn't get drunk and you did. I trusted you." Kurt said, leaning against the kitchen counter.
"I didn't drink!"
"Then how else did you get so drunk? I didn't see where you went to get drinks so you could've got alcohol."
"You don't trust me."
"I trust you, I do. It's just..."
"No, there's no 'it's just...'! You don't trust me."
"Blaine, i need to explain."
"No. I need a minute to myself." Blaine said, glancing up at Kurt and silently telling him to go.
"Okay. I'm sorry." Kurt pushed himself away from the counter, grabbing his jacket and bag on the way to the door.

Kurt never meant for anything to come out like that. He trusted Blaine, completely. He was really insecure. The things that happened to them, to him, it just made him incredibly insecure. Doctor Little had transferred him to a good therapist here in New York, so that's where he headed. Kurt entered the building and asked the receptionist if he could speak to his new therapist. They sent him upstairs and Kurt sat outside the office in a comfortable chair, looking at the name on the door. They usually needed to make an appointment but he told the receptionist that it was urgent. The therapist came out and looked around.
"Hello, who are you?" He asked with a bright smile.
"I'm Kurt Hummel. I know i don't have an appointment but i need to talk. My therapist in Ohio transferred me to you." Kurt explained.
"Come in." The therapist held the door open and Kurt walked inside. "I'm Doctor Green and don't feel like you need to hold anything back. I have your details here about what you've been through and at some point, i would like to discuss these events again. Now, what's wrong?"
Kurt sat down. "I've been through a lot in the past few years and its made me incredibly insecure. I'm getting married to an incredible man and every since we met, it's been insane. People have been out to hurt us, have made passes at us and have tried to do things with us that we don't want. I'm so insecure that i feel that because i'm really damaged, that my fiancee doesn't want me anymore. I keep waiting for him to say it and i'm scared. Last night, we went to a party and he promised he wouldn't drink but somehow he got drunk, and he was dancing with a guy and they almost kissed. I don't know if he would've kissed back because when he's drunk, he's really loving and he messes up. He is the most beautiful man that i've ever met and he could have his pick."
"But he chose you." Doctor Green said. "You sound like you've been together a long time and in your young life, you two have been through so much. But he's still there and he still loves you. If he wanted to cheat, he would've. You need to discuss these insecurities with him and apologise but i'm sure he'll forgive you. Just take him some flowers just to make sure." The doctor smiled at Kurt.
"Thank you." Kurt smiled back.
"Please make an appointment with the receptionist, i would like to discuss this more with you."
"Yes. I will. Thank you." Kurt said and got up, shaking the Doctors hand.
When he left, he did feel really bad still but he felt better having talked about it. The new doctor seemed to understand. He just hoped that Blaine did too.
On the way home, Kurt picked up a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He held them in his shaky hands and walked up to the apartment, unsure whether he should knock or use his key. In the end, he decided to use his key and he entered the apartment. He turned and saw Blaine sat on the couch with a book. He walked over to him and gave him the flowers.
"I'm sorry." Kurt said.
"They're lovely, thank you." Blaine took the flowers and smelled them. "Where'd you go?"
"To my new therapist. I needed to discuss some things with him and he helped me." Kurt explained. "Baby, i'm so sorry for what i said. With everything that's happened to me, i'm incredibly insecure and i hate myself for it. I get so scared that one day you're going to see what a damaged mess i am and leave. You're the most beautiful person in the whole world and you have so many guys to pick from. So many undamaged ones and last night when i saw you and the guy together, i got really jealous and upset. I'm sorry. And if you say that you didn't get drunk, then i believe you."
"I forgive you. Sweetheart, i know that you're insecure about everything and i know that you need a lot of reassurance about us. I understand. It just hurt hearing the words come out. I know you're insecure and damaged but i'm fixing that, i'm putting glue and tape over the damaged cracks and we are fixing it together. I won't leave you. I refuse to leave you. There is no guy in the whole world i want other than you, because no guy is you. And as for the drinking, i think my drink was spiked. That's how i'd get drunk without me even drinking. I do forgive you because i love you."
Kurt's lips went crashing into Blaine's, his hands holding Blaine's face and stroking his cheeks. "I love you so much. Does that mean we're okay?"
"We're always going to be okay." Blaine smiled.