I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me, my heart literally ached.

"Kurt?" I asked my voice breaking. "Do you not want to marry me?"

"No...I..." He started but I cut him off, I didn't need to hear anymore.

"Right...I....I'm....going to go..."

"Blaine."

"I need to get dressed first...I can't go out in my underwear..." I said turning around and closing the bedroom door.

"Blaine."

"I'll get my things later." I told him once I was dressed.

"Blaine stop." He said stepping in between me and the door.

"I knew this was going to happen, I knew that one day you'd wake up and realised you didn't love me. I knew it but you told me you wouldn't and I believed you. God I'm such a fucking idiot."

"I do love you Blaine." He put his hands on my face and brushed away my tears with his thumbs.

"But you don't want to marry me." I replied taking his hands off of my face.

"It's not that I don't want to marry you. It's just that between trying to plan some big extravagant wedding and buying a house and four kids....it's too much too soon."

"You've never said anything! You've never said 'No Blaine I don't want to buy a house', 'No Blaine I don't want four kids' 'No Blaine I don't want to fucking marry you.'" I said my voice raising.

"How can I say no when you get so fucking excited?"

"So instead you say yes and then resent me for it? God Kurt what if I hadn't overheard you and Finn? Would you have left me at the alter or would you have married me and hated me, hated our life, our house, our kids?"

"Rachel's trying to sleep." Finn interjected, trying to get me to lower my voice.

"I don't fucking care!" I yelled at him.

"I don't know what I would have done." Kurt admitted.

"You were the one who wanted the big fucking wedding. I would've have happily gone to city hall."

"You never told me that now did you?"

"Because you were so fucking into the wedding I had to fight for your attention. I wasn't about to take your dream wedding from you."

"My dream wedding? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even understand how much fucking stress I have been under? I stay awake for hours after you fall asleep trying to think of the perfect fucking flowers and perfect fucking venue and perfect fucking suites and perfect fucking everything. And I have to do all by myself because you don't even care! All you care about is getting into my pants!"

"I don't care? Are you out of your fucking mind? I have been there every step of the way whether you realised it or not! And yeah maybe we've been having more sex lately but I thought that was because we were so fucking in love! Guess I was wrong about that too."

"Blaine."

"Get the fuck out of my way Kurt."

He stepped out of my way but looked at me pleadingly. "Don't leave."

"Why the fuck should I stay?" I asked opening the door.

As I slammed it closed I thought I heard a faint "Because I love you" but that could have been wishful thinking on my part.

After walking for what seemed like forever I was knocking on Wes's door.

"Blaine? What are you doing here at...3 am? And where are your shoes?"

I looked at my feet, I hadn't even noticed that I left the apartment with bare feet.

"It's over Wes."

"What's over?

"Kurt doesn't want to marry me."

"Are you drunk?"

"No but I wish I was."

"Come in, have some coffee."

"I'm not drunk Wes. Can I stay here tonight? I didn't grab my wallet or anything before I left."

"Of course, you can stay here for as long as I need."

"Thanks, it'll just be until I find new place."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"I just want to sleep...maybe tomorrow."

"Ok."

"Will you go with me to get my stuff tomorrow?"

"If you're sure that's what you want."

"It's not but ...." I trailed off shrugging my shoulders trying not to start crying again.

"Oh Blaine." Wes sighed wrapping his arms around me.

"We should go to a bar, I want to get drunk and find a guy or two to fuck."

"No you don't, if you did you would have gone to Sebastian's. You came here because...you know what I'll explain it to you tomorrow, you need to try and get some sleep now."

I sat and watched as he got some blankets and a pillow and made up his couch for me.

"Did you cut your foot on the way over here?"

"Huh?"

"I think your foot is bleeding."

"Oh...ok."

"You need to wash your feet; you don't want to get an infection."

I nodded but didn't move.

"The bathroom is over there." He said pointing.

"I know."

He stared at me and I realised I should go wash my feet.

"I got blood on your floor."

"It's fine, I can clean it up."

I went to Wes's bathroom and washed my feet, walking bare foot down the streets of New York is really not a good idea. As I was washing I noticed that I had a bit of glass in my foot, I must have stepped on a beer bottle I thought digging the glass out. When I got it all I found Wes's Band-Aids and put a couple on my cut.

"Do you need anything else before I go back to bed?" Wes asked.

I shook my head and then crawled onto the couch. I laid there staring at my engagement ring for the rest of the night letting myself go numb as I realised that I had just lost everything, my fiancé, my apartment, my friends, Burt & Carole, everything.

Life fucking sucks.