"Are you sure about this?" Kurt sighed as he glanced around Blaine's apartment, biting his bottom lip nervously and walked in further. It still looked as homey as it had a few weeks ago when he'd first been here.

"I told you I'm not letting you go back to him, remember?" Blaine smiled softly as he closed the door behind them, tossing his key onto the drawer next to the door before he led Kurt into the living room. It wasn't like he was doing this for all his one night stands; but this time it was kind of serious. Kurt and him were having a baby, well, or maybe not. He didn't know if Kurt had thought about getting an abortion yet, but they had other things to figure out first.

"But that doesn't mean you have to let me stay for the night..." he replied as he sat down onto the couch with the older one who wrapped an arm protectively around his shoulder.

Blaine shook his head, "You could stay longer but I think you should at least give your husband a call... and maybe tell him you're at a friend's or something," he said with a shrug of his shoulder and looked up at Kurt lovingly. Blaine noticed how beautiful Kurt's eyes looked, even though he already had back then when he first laid eyes on this really attractive man a few months ago.

"Oh, yeah I think I should." Kurt quickly reached for his phone, turning it back on. After going to the doctor he'd needed a moment to himself and had turned off his cell so he wouldn't need to talk to anyone. He really couldn't have dealt with anyone bothering him at that very moment.

His eyes went wide as he saw Adam had tried calling him 10 times already. "Shit," he hissed and dialled his husband's number; ignoring Blaine's confused expression as he stood up and walked around the living room.

"Kurt?" Adam's voice practically yelled into the phone as he picked up after a few rings, making Kurt shiver lightly.

"Yes, hey, I'm really-"

"Where are you? I've tried calling you! I thought you'd be home by now, so where are you?" He cut Kurt off harshly.

The 22-year-old took a deep breath before he answered, "I'm at a friend's. I'm sorry, I turned off my cell because it was... well, low on battery," he explained, hoping Adam would just put up with that, but of course he didn't – like he expected.

"Low on battery? Are you trying to be funny or something? Because it's not working, Kurt." Adam sighed before he spoke up again, "And what kind of friend's are you at? Rachel?" Kurt really hated it when Adam wanted to control him like that and always wanted to know exactly where he was and with who.

"No, n-not Rachel," He said and bit his lip, trying to think of someone Adam knew and he could 'stay the night at'. "It's Michelle. You know her, right? She's working with me at Vogue," he said and tried to sound cheerful and not too nervous.

"Michelle? Yeah, I've seen her. Well, I take it you're staying there since it's already late, yes?"

"Yes," Kurt said quickly, glancing back towards Blaine who was raising his eyebrows at him, also wanting to know what was going on.

"Well," Adam began, "Good then. I'll see you tomorrow, darling," he said to which the 22-year-old rolled his eyes and nodded sharply to himself.

"Yeah, bye," he whispered into the phone before he hung up and let out a long sigh. He couldn't quite remember why he ever said yes to getting married in the first place. He was barely 23 for christ's sake. He was still so young and already married to a 25-year-old douche bag.

"Okay, this time I'm pretty sure I guess right when I say that was your husband." Blaine patted the spot next to him on the couch, his eyebrows raised as he pulled Kurt down again when he nodded his head. "Wow, I'm really good," Blaine said with a small chuckle.

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, curling up into a ball next to him as he buried his face in his hands. "Geez," he groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

Blaine looked down at Kurt, quite unsure of what to say as he started rubbing his back sweetly, trying to be there for him as a friend.

"I was so stupid... So stupid to get married at such a young age," the pale man said as he sat up a little straighter again and turned to look away from Blaine as tears started welling up in his blue eyes again. "I can't believe how I let him control me all the time, telling me what to do and with who. I fucking don't know what's going on with me to let him act like he freaking owns me!" Kurt cursed, letting out a small almost unnoticeable sob.

"Kurt, please," Blaine said and tried to calm him down as he placed a hand on the younger man's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"No, Blaine," he sighed. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have married him and I shouldn't have cheated on him even though he freaking deserves it," he whispered, mostly to himself as he pushed the older one back gently. "I shouldn't even be here. This is all so damn messed up."

Blaine sighed as he inhaled a deep breath. "Look, you've- it's not only your fault. If he's been such a terrible and bad husband then I think it's his, too," Blaine tried, not really knowing what else to say. He knew Kurt for about four months and even though he was already falling madly in love with this guy, he still didn't actually know him that well. He didn't even know the name of Kurt's husband – but what he knew was that Kurt was right. He shouldn't have had sex with him; it had been a mistake – a really wonderful one.

"It's not my fault?" Kurt asked, well, rather yelled at Blaine as he turned back towards him. "Adam doesn't even know how I felt the past months, how was he supposed to know I was unhappy? I should've told him, but no! Instead I got drunk and let the next good-looking guy fuck me because I didn't know any better!" He was sobbing by now, tears running down his cheeks as he stood up and grabbed his bag. "And then when I thought it couldn't get worse, I get pregnant!" He said with a sarcastic chuckle while the tears continued running down his face.

"Kurt, what are you doing? Where are you going?" Blaine stood up as well, following the young man as he walked over to the door and took his jacket. Now he finally knew the name of his husband – but that really wasn't the case right now.

"I need to get out of h-here," he breathed out and fiddled with his shoes, failing miserably at putting them back on. "Fuck," he mumbled and let his bag drop again as he let himself fall into Blaine's arms.

Blaine had never seen anyone so out of control. First Kurt was angry, then sad, then he wanted to leave and now he's staying? God, maybe this were the pregnancy-hormones taking over already?

"Shh, I'm here... You're not going anywhere, okay? Maybe you should just... go to sleep," Blaine said softly as he pressed a kiss to Kurt's hair and wrapped his arms around his slim waist. "Tomorrow I'll help you figure out what to do, alright?"

Kurt just nodded his head as he wiped off his tears and glanced back up at Blaine. He swallowed thickly before he rested his head back on his shoulder, whispering, "I'm sorry."