Blaine stared blankly at his computer screen, his head spinning with the picture of Kurt's distraught, terrified face from earlier. How could he concentrate on all of this paperwork when he could feel his marriage slipping from his fingers no matter how hard he fought for it? He loved Kurt so much, the fact that he was hurting right now broke Blaine's heart, but the fact that he was the one to cause it made it difficult to breathe. He hadn't moved from his desk since he'd collapsed in the uncomfortable chair this morning with a heavy heart, looking at the report he was meant to have finished yesterday with an empty expression.

All the things Kurt had admitted to him last night made him feel like the worst human on the planet. What kind of man made his husband and kids feel like that without even realizing? When had he become such a terrible person? Everything he'd ever done had always been for the greater good of his family, so they had enough money for food, clothes and warmth. But it had all just blown up in his face because he'd forgotten the most important thing that he was meant to give them. Happiness.

It wasn't until his vision got blurry that he realized he was crying pretty heavily. Everything he did was wrong and he didn't know how to fix it anymore. He'd more then likely just make it worse if he tried. A choked sob escaped his throat and he buried his face in his hands, crying even louder. He didn't know what to do. Why couldn't someone just tell him what to do? He cried heavily, feeling lost and pathetic and wanting to hide from the world.

"Sweetheart?" A soft, warm voice drifted from the doorway and Blaine's head snapped up to reveal red, watery eyes and flushed cheeks.

"K-Kurt, what are you doing here?" Blaine sniffed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

Kurt lingered in the doorway, "I'm...I'm not completely sure," he admitted, chewing his lip, "I can go if you want...?"

"No! No please, don't go Baby. Please." Blaine shook his head.

Kurt let out a small breath, "Okay," he walked further into the office, stopping awkwardly a few feet away from Blaine's desk as though he was unsure of their emotions towards each other.

"W-Where are Eva and Rory?" Blaine asked, confused.

"Rachel's looking after them, they're fine," Kurt told him, smiling softly at Blaine's concern for his children.

"Okay," Blaine relaxed a little more in his chair, looking back at his computer screen through still slightly blurry eyes.

"Are you busy? I can come back later or something...," Kurt offered, looking at the papers piled up on Blaine's desk.

"No, it's fine. I'm finding it kind of hard to concentrate," Blaine shrugged, wiping his eyes again. He looked up at Kurt timidly, "Are you mad at me?"

"Honestly? I'm not sure," Kurt shrugged, folding his arms defensively across his chest.

Blaine bit his lip and nodded, looking at the floor.

"Are you mad at me?" Kurt asked.

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise, "No, of course not."

"Even after I yelled this morning?" Kurt mumbled, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"I'm not mad at you Kurt, I'm mad at myself," Blaine replied, tears starting to fall down his cheeks again.

Kurt closed the remaining distance between them and put his hand over Blaine's where it rested on the desk, "Shh," he whispered, "Please don't cry Sweetie."

Blaine bit his lip, trying to keep his tears under control, "I love you so much. I'm sorry I keep ruining everything."

"I love you too," Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, "It's okay."

"No it's not," Blaine let out a long breath, "We need to talk."

Kurt gulped, "About what?"

"Me and you, our future," Blaine told him sadly with a shaky smile.

Kurt frowned, "N-Now?"

"I'm never going to be able to concentrate until we do," Blaine said, looking back at the paperwork.

"Okay," Kurt agreed slowly.

Blaine got out of his seat and cleared some of the papers on his desk, creating a bit of space for them to sit side by side, "Come here."

Once they were both settled, Kurt swinging his legs back and forth nervously, Blaine let out another breath, "O-Okay. First things first, I'm sorry."

"I am too," Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed it.

"You shouldn't be sorry Sweetheart," Blaine pulled his hand away and looked miserably at the floor.

"Yes I should, I never should have yelled this morning. I just miss you so much, I hated having you being pulled away from me again," Kurt frowned.

"Kurt, don't," Blaine shook his head, "You had every right to be upset. I promised you everything, and once again I let out down. I'm just full of broken promises."

"It wasn't your fault," Kurt bit his lip, "I just don't...I mean I think you couldn't have fought against it a little more but..." He trailed off, shrugging lightly.

"I didn't have a choice, if I argued they would have fired me," Blaine defended, "I didn't want to leave you."

Kurt nodded softly, "You could have just told me that."

"You were too busy screaming at me to listen," Blaine said miserably.

Kurt winced, "I'm sorry."

"I understand why, you completely opened up to me and I felt so guilty for ever making you feel that way. I promised you and myself I wouldn't make you or the kids feel like you're second priority ever again, and then I didn't exactly that the next morning," Blaine shook his head pitifully, "I'd be angry too."

"But it wasn't your fault," Kurt pointed out.

Blaine sighed, silent for a second before he spoke, "Kurt...I love you unconditionally," He began.

"I love you unconditionally too," Kurt smiled.

"Kurt, just let me finish? Please?" Blaine requested.

Kurt nodded.

"I love you unconditionally, which means above everything I want to know that you're happy," Blaine said softly, staring blankly at the wall straight in front of him, "No matter what that means for me and...and Kurt, I love you so much but I just...I don't think I make you happy anymore and..." Blaine's voice broke and tears streamed down his face again, "And you deserve so much better then that."

"Blaine, what are you saying?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine with a terrified expression.

"I just...," Blaine sobbed, "I think maybe we rushed into all of this too young."

"Blaine, I'm almost thirty, what are you talking about?" Kurt panicked.

"Kurt you're only twenty-eight, and I don't mean that. I mean...we never gave anything else a try. It was always just me and you," Blaine explained through tears, "We got married at when we left high-school. That was the commitment, that was it."

Kurt replied urgently, "Because I didn't want to be with anyone else, and we've both tried other people, I had Adam and you had Eli."

"I never had Eli," Blaine shuddered, "He was just a one-night stand because I was lonely and I felt you didn't care about me anymore."

"Wait...Do you want someone else?" Kurt asked, gripping the desk with two white fists.

"No! No Kurt God, it's you. It'll always be you," Blaine put his hand gently on top of his husbands, "But if you find someone who makes you happy, I don't wanna stand in your way. You deserve happiness Kurt."

"I am happy."

"No, Kurt. You deserve so much more then I can give you. But everything I do is for you, you know that right? I just try and make you happy and I'm so sorry that I suck at it," Blaine suddenly sobbed.

"Blaine stop it," Kurt begged, tears tricking down over his cheeks, "You do make me happy, you don't even need to try. As long as you love me I don't care about anything else."

"You're telling me you never think about how you're life with Adam or that Chandler guy could be?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt carefully.

"When we fight...Yes, sometimes I do," Kurt admitted, "But when we make up I realized that I could never be as happy with them as I am with you."

"I make you feel like crap, and I don't even realize it," Blaine shook his head and wiped his streaming eyes, "How can I make you happy?"

"You do it's just...it's just this job. It's tearing us apart," Kurt gestured around the office.

"We need the money, I can't just quit," Blaine shook his head furiously, "I'm doing this for you. Can't you see that? I hate being here! I hate this job. But I do it for you and the kids. Nothing's ever good enough!"

"I didn't ask you to quit," Kurt mumbled.

"But that's what you want," Blaine asked bitterly, "Isn't it?"

"Of course," Kurt nodded, "But that's not an option is it?"

"No," Blaine hissed.

"Please calm down, Blaine. I don't want to make you angry," Kurt whispered quietly.

"I-I'm sorry," Blaine let out a breath to calm himself, "But I don't know what to do. I don't even know if there's a way to fix this. It might be best if we just...take a break. Take off the pressure."

Kurt gasped at him, panic rising in his voice, "Maybe we could just...I don't know," Kurt ran his hand down his face, "I don't know how to get around all this. The fact we never see each other or the fights and disagreements, but there is no way in hell you are getting rid of me that easily Blaine Hummel-Anderson."

"I don't want to get rid of you Kurt, I just want you to be happy," Blaine whispered, tearing up.

"I will be. With you and Eva and Rory," Kurt replied firmly, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.

The hazel eyed man let out a long sigh, "Maybe we both just need to try a little harder."

Kurt hummed in agreement, burying his face in Blaine's neck, "I'm not giving up. We've come too far...Please don't give up on me."

"Never. We can do this," Blaine whispered gently, kissing the top of Kurt's head.

"I miss you," Kurt mumbled, his body feeling drained from all the emotions he'd felt in such a short amount of time.

"I miss you too," Blaine replied quietly, sagging heavily against Kurt, "Do you have to go home now?"

"No," Kurt shook his head, "But shouldn't you get some work done?"

Blaine shrugged lightly, making Kurt's head bob on his shoulder, "I don't wanna," He whined.

Kurt giggled, "Aw sweetheart."

"I'll do it if you stay," Blaine bargained.

Kurt raised his head and an eyebrow, "How is that going to work?"

"I just want to be with you right now," Blaine pouted, his eyes large and brown.

Kurt blushed, "Okay, deal."

Blaine hopped of the desk and kissed Kurt's cheek, "Yay," he grinned, sitting down in the chair, "Come here."

Kurt got to his feet, "Where?"

"Here," Blaine patted his lap with a cheeky grin.

"You want me to sit on your lap?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

Blaine grinned, "Yep," He announced proudly.

"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt laughed, "No."

"Aww, please?" Blaine pouted.

"Stop pouting at me," Kurt tried to frown but he ended up smiling widely instead.

Blaine pouted again, "Then come here."

Kurt rolled his eyes and plunked himself down heavily on Blaine's lap, grinning mischievously when he let out an "Oof."

"You're squishing me," Blaine complained as Kurt wiggled on his lap.

"So now you're calling me fat?" Kurt gasped, hitting Blaine playfully.

"Of course not," Blaine shook his head, "You're model worthy."

Kurt snorted, "Flattery will get you nowhere with me."

"Damn," Blaine hissed playfully.

Kurt grinned and shifted around again, pausing when Blaine let out a low groan.

"Am I hurting you?" He asked.

"N-No," Blaine shook his head, his cheeks turning scarlet, "It's just...been a while."

Kurt frown in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"We haven't been...intimate in a while, you wriggling around on my lap isn't the best idea right now," Blaine blushed even deep if it was possible

"Oh...," Kurt blushed too, "I'm sorry."

Blaine laughed nervously, "Don't worry about it."

Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder as he shifted towards his desk and started typing, "Maybe we should ask Rachel to take the kids all night," the paler boy suggested.

"Why?" Blaine asked.

"So we can have sometime alone. I'm thinking late dinner and movies on the couch," Kurt suggested with a shrug.

"Fine. But you can't complain about how unhealthy the amount of popcorn I eat is," Blaine giggled, kissing Kurt's forehead before turning back to the report.

"Hm, deal," Kurt giggled, snuggling into Blaine's neck and pressing a few soft kissing, smiling when Blaine let out a content sigh.

Kurt continued to cuddle and kiss Blaine until he let out a sigh of relief, "Done."

"Hm, good," Kurt grinned into Blaine's hair.

"If I had you here to motivate me like that everyday I'm sure I'd get things done a lot quicker," Blaine grinned back, pulling Kurt closer to him.

"What now?" Kurt asked, moving away from Blaine a little bit before he straddled his lap, making Blaine blush.

"Er," He glanced at the clock ticking softly on the wall, "Lunch."

"Are you hungry?" Kurt asked curiously, leaning down and kissing along Blaine's jaw.

Blaine gulped, "N-No. Not really."

Kurt grinned, a spark in his eye, "Kiss me?"

"Kurt," Blaine gasped, locking his fingers in Kurt's hair and joining their mouths together a little desperately.

Kurt kissed him back firmly, his hand resting softly on the back of Blaine's neck.

Blaine hummed gently, pulling Kurt as close as possible and letting one hand leave Kurt's hair as it could stoke down his back, reaching under his shirt to brushing a feather light touch against his spine.

Kurt shivered at the contact, "Missed this," He mumbled against Blaine's lips.

"Me too," Blaine mumbled back.

Kurt pulled back and smiled, stroking down the sides of Blaine's face gently and looking into his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine replied.

"We can do this right? We're gonna get through it," Kurt mumbled gently, pressing his forehead against Blaine's.

"Yeah. Yeah we can do this."