Kurt spent the day making the house a little more tidy, though he knew as soon as Rory and Eva returned it would be just as messy as before. He packed away all the toys that constantly seemed to just reappear when the childern were home, and dusted and scrubbed until there was not a single crumb on the counters or a smear on the bathroom mirror. After he was happy with the state of his families home, he took a long bath. Working some of the tension from his muscles and filling the apartment with the scent of lavender body scrub. He wasn't sure when his children would be returned so he stayed in the apartment. He cooked a huge amount of vegetable-bake so Rachel could eat them later as a thank-you for his day off, and even decided to bake a large carrot cake with cream-cheese icing and small fondant carrots for decoration.

After everything was cleaned down again and the food put safely away, he grabbed a cup of coffee and a yogurt before he sat on the couch, checking his phone and frowning at he'd had no contact from his husband.

If he was honest , he wished that the kids were here. He smiled at little at the thought of Eva and her snappy attitude, making him run around in circles after her until his coffee was cold. He thought of Rory's inquisitive face, asking him hundreds of questions, constantly thirsty for knowledge of how the world worked. The boy definitely took after Blaine, while Eva was more interested in the gossip of the building and getting her own way all the time. He missed them, the screaming and arguing and tripping over plastic trains. He guessed they were right, you never know what you've got until it's gone. Luckily his would be back soon.

OXOXOXO

"Sir, I just want to apologize before-"

"Shut the hell up Anderson...Well sit down man, don't just fucking stand there!"

Blaine's ass hit the cold plastic chair opposite his bosses desk quicker than the speed of light, he worked his jaw and looked at the grimy carpet beneath his feet, trying to ignore the cold stare of his bosses eyes on him. He refused to look up, even though he felt like he was drowning as the minutes of silence ticked by.

Finally he heard Mr. Harris shuffling things around on his desk. And then a piece of paper was slammed down in front of Blaine with a force that made the desk shake violently; luckily Blaine was able to stop his exclamation of surprise from escaping.

"Look at this," Mr. Harris demanded.

Blaine looked up slowly, only daring to glance at the sheet in front of him. This single sheet of paper was more intimidating then all of the thousands of pieces of paperwork that he'd ever had to file, he was shaking and desperately trying to hide his fear from his boss. What would this mean for Kurt? For his kids? Him? What was he going to do without this income? They were barley managing now.

"Do you know what this is?" Mr. Harris spat.

Blaine gulped, and looked at the sheet again. It was a simple list of neatly written names. And lots of them. Over twenty in alphabetical order, he even knew some of the people, they were all his co-workers.

"Well?" The boss snapped.

Blaine took a small breath, the answer was too simple. Was he trying to trick him? "Names Sir," he replied eventually.

"Very good Anderson," Mr. Harris praised sarcastically, "Any idea of what all these names have in common?"

Blaine shook his head. He was starting to feel sick.

"These," he ran his index finger down the long column of names, "are all the people who heard you fuck that disgusting whore in your office yesterday afternoon."

Blaine jump out of his seat like someone had electrocuted him from underneath, "Don't you fucking dare say a bad word about him, do you understand me?" he yelled, grabbing the list of names and crumpling it into a ball before he threw it at his bosses round, red face, "He is more then you, or anyone else in this pathetic company, will ever be."

Mr. Harris smirked, "Really? Where does he work then?"

Blaine was shaking violently with his jaw clenched, his hands balled into fists at his sides, and a fire in his eyes. But when his boss spoke, his shoulders slumped slightly, "He...he doesn't."

"What does he do then?" Mr. Harris asked, the terrible smirk still hard on his lips.

Blaine's voice quivered, "He...he looks after our children," he said carefully, "Our beautiful children."

"A stay at home whore?"

"He's not a fucking whore," Blaine spat, the fire seeping in his words, "He's my husband. Who I never get to see because of your fucking ridiculous working times! This job is pathetic. You're company is pathetic. You are pathetic and I refuse to let anything put strain on my marriage. Me and Kurt have been together since high-school, this isn't going to break us. I quit!"

Wait, what? Since when was he quitting?

Mr. Harris eyes jumped up on his forehead, "Do you think you have the right to speak like that to me after what you've done?"

Blaine was shaking, still in shock from his out burst but he was determined to keep his voice steady, "I don't justify mine or Kurt's actions. What we did was completely inappropriate and wrong. But that doesn't change that the fact that you've treated me like shit since the moment I landed a job here. And I've had enough."

"Well, I'm sad you feel that way Anderson. Because you're not quitting," Mr. Harris said calmly.

"What?" Blaine asked carefully, his voice shaking again.

"We're going to forget all about your stupid little outburst just now, and you are going to go back into that office and sort out these," he pointed to a mammoth amount of papers.

"Why would I do that?" Blaine asked, dreading the answer.

"Because if you don't, or if I see that little whore around here again, I'm going to post this on very website possible," Mr. Harris held up a disc.

Blaine gulped heavily, "W-What's that?"

"CCTV footage from your office yesterday," Mr. Harris replied casually.

Blaine felt his heart drop.

Mr. Harris put the disc into his desktop and clicked a few times with the mouse before he turned the screen so Blaine could see. Blaine gripped the chair to stop himself falling over from the paused video of him and Kurt splayed out on his desk.

"T-That's blackmail, you can't!" Blaine gulped, his eyes wide.

Mr. Harris laughed, "You have two choices here Anderson. Quit and let the whole world see this," he gestured to the screen, "Or stay working for me, and shut up complaining."

Blaine gritted his teeth, "Why are you doing this?"

"I don't like being made a fool of Anderson, which includes the whole board thinking I have no control over my workers," Mr. Harris glared, "Plus, you're the only person here who can actually sort out these documents properly. Honestly how fucking hard is it to use the alphabet?"

Blaine didn't know whether to fall to his knees and start crying and begging, or if he should beat Mr. Harris to a pulp.

"Well?"

"I need to talk to Kurt," Blaine replied.

"You have two hours to make your decision."

OXOXOXO

Kurt had moved quickly from a healthy yogurt to a not so healthy tub of ice-cream that he'd had to hide deep in the freezer to stop the kids from getting at it a few weeks back. He was wrapped in the blanket that he and Blaine always used to drape over themselves when they first moved into the apartment. They didn't even have a bed in the beginning, just a mattress on the floor of one of the two bedrooms, and they often fell asleep while wrapped around one another on the couch instead. The blanket smelt of Blaine, and Kurt kept holding the slightly scratchy material to his face and inhaling deeply while Judge Judy played in the background, not really being watched, Kurt was too busy lost in his thoughts. When he stopped and thought about it, him and Blaine and come so far. From a nervous high school relationship to a marriage with two amazing children. Kurt scooped some vanilla ice-cream up on his spoon and held it to his lips, giggling quietly and blushing when he remembered his and Blaine's first real fight in New York. Blaine had knocked over a glass of wine onto couch, staining it, and Kurt had gone ballistic. He could still remember the shocked look on Blaine's face when Kurt had told him to get out of his sight.

Blaine had come back to the apartment half an hour later with a tub of vanilla ice-cream and a sheepish smile, while Kurt had simply turned the couch cushion over so the stain was hidden, realizing that he'd definitely overreacted. That was the first night that they'd used the mattress, Blaine trailing the melting ice-cream over Kurt's heated skin and licking it off in slow, broad strokes until Kurt was writhing and desperate. That night Kurt had quickly decided him overreacting every now and again wasn't so terrible, as long as it turned out with him falling spent and loved in Blaine's arms.

His phone ringing made him jump, and he quickly grabbed hold of it and lifted it to his ear.

"Nm-hm?"

"Kurt?"

"Hm-mum...," He swallowed his mouthful, "Sorry, I had a mouthful."

"Oh," Blaine laughed for a split second before he remembered why he was calling and cut himself off, "Kurt, we're so screwed."

"W-Why? Are you fired?"

"No. It's worse than that."

Kurt frowned and put the ice-cream down on the coffee table in front of him, wrapping the blanket more securely around him, "What's going on?"

"I'm about two minute away, I was just calling to check you were home. I'll explain everything okay?"

"O-okay, see you soon. I love you," Kurt replied, anxious waves washing over him.

"Love you too," Blaine rushed out before the line went dead and Kurt was left feeling very confused with the phone still pressed against his ear. Eventually he put the phone down next to the tub of ice-cream that was melting rapidly and switched off the TV, playing nervously with the edge of the blanket as he waited for his husbands return.

Sure enough two minutes later Blaine burst through the door, looking a little out of breath and with tear tracks down his face that made Kurt immediately jump to his feet and rush towards him, "Baby, Wh-?"

"I don't' have that long," Blaine interrupted, glancing at his watch and guiding Kurt back to the couch to sit down.

Kurt chewed his lip nervously as Blaine threw himself down beside him, the shorter man pulled Kurt into his arms and smiled gently when Kurt rubbed away the tracks of salt from Blaine's cheeks.

"We have a decision to make," Blaine told him, brushing a lock of hair back from Kurt's face.

"Okay," Kurt replied carefully, cupping Blaine's neck and brushing his thumb back and forth over his husbands jaw, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Harris....," Blaine gritted his teeth and let out a sharp breath, "He's blackmailing me into staying at the company."

"Wait, Staying? I thought you wanted to stay?" Kurt asked, his eyebrows going up in confusion.

Blaine sighed and buried his face in Kurt's hair, "I did, and then he started bad mouthing you and...he called you a whore," Blaine growled the word, "And I completely lost it and started screaming at him and I quit."

"Oh," Kurt blinked a few times, "But...how can he blackmail you?"

"He's got...a video of us having sex in my office," Blaine grumbled miserably.

"What?" Kurt cried, horrified.

"I know, I know," Blaine kissed Kurt's head, "Apparently there's CCTV camera's."

"Oh my God," Kurt groaned, "W-What is he going to do?"

"Post it online if I don't stay," Blaine winced.

Kurt chewed his lip and gulped, "Can't we go to the police or something?"

"I don't know," Blaine admitted, "But if we do, I'll be fired for sure."

"Well...is that such a bad thing?" Kurt asked, "I mean, you quit. And you hate it there, and it's just putting so much strain on everything."

Blaine let out an angry sigh, "God, Kurt I...you're so fucking clueless."

Kurt winced, moving away from where he was curled against Blaine's chest, "W-What?"

"Kurt we need this job, this money. I can't just leave it like it's nothing, this isn't some fucking Broadway musical where everyone lives happily ever after, its real life. Why can't you just get out of this stupid fucking dream land you live in?" Blaine voice slowly rose in volume until Kurt was cowering against the other side of the couch.

"I'm sorry," He whispered with tears in his eyes, "I just want you to be happy."

"I don't' come first anymore Kurt, it's the kids," Blaine jumped to his feet and shook his head, "It's impossible to have conversation about anything with you, you just never take anything fucking seriously."

Kurt looked away as tears rolled down his cheeks, "Why do you bother then?"

"Because you're my husband, I want to talk to you about things but you just make it like scaling a thirty foot wall!" Blaine dragged a hand down his face.

"Do whatever you want," Kurt mumbled, getting to his feet and still trying to hide the fact he was crying, "I'm obviously not qualified enough to help you."

"Kurt, you can't just fucking walk away from everything," Blaine yelled after him as his husband disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him.