Blaine knew he was going to take a lot of slack through these three months, but knew it was well deserved and well worth it to earn his companion’s trust again. Blaine even suggests that they higher a psychiatrist to help them move along, but is confused to hear Kurt does not want that.

“I know our relationship faltered, but this doesn’t mean I want to let in some stranger to ask me how I feel, how you feel, or how we should go about building our relationship. You have to realize we can think and feel for ourselves, I know some people think it’ll be better when a bald guy with a PhD tells them their relationship is on the right track, but I won’t feel better. Believe me, I’ll know if I feel like our relationship is on the right track.” Kurt argues.

Blaine remained seated in the dinning room, phonebook splayed out before him on the table, “I know you think it’s ridiculous, but don’t you think you’re getting a bit too prideful? It’s okay to let someone else in, especially if we need the help. If it increases our chances of being together, I’m willing and happy to pay every penny. Don’t you think that’s worth it?”

Kurt stays silent.

Blaine quickly cuts in, noticing Kurt’s struggle to answer the question “Look, we’ll just try it out and if we don’t like the first couple of appointments...we cancel it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

After that conversation Blaine immediately set up a psychiatrist to help salvage their marriage. His name is Dr. Marcus, and Kurt can’t help but to scoff the first day he catches a glimpse of him, viewing paperwork behind his luxurious executive desk. He’s bald. Bald with black-framed glasses and a grey suit that screams, “I went to Oxford!”

Kurt is quickly deterred from his skeptical observation when he feels Blaine gently nudge him with his elbow, giving him a pleading glance. All right, all right, I’ll give Dr. Oxfor- Dr. Marcus a chance. He thought. He sunk down into the uncomfortable red leather couch, sliding back with an accompanying squeak. He turns to his husband, noticing his eager expression when listening to Dr. Marcus, as if he expected the man to pull out a ticket that insures a 100% chance of marriage success. If only, if only.

Dr. Marcus shook both of their hands out of courtesy before going back behind his desk to sit on his studious office chair. “Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel,” Dr. Marcus read to himself off a wad of papers, “It’s a pleasure, to finally meet you two.”

“Thank you for having us,” Blaine began, “We’re grateful to get help.”

Kurt didn’t even attempt to not look bored. He stared at anything, but Dr. Marcus. His sights were set on the hideous wallpaper and his thoughts on the designer’s failure to get an English vibe, it just comes off as tacky instead.

This behavior doesn’t go unnoticed by Dr. Marcus, who stares observantly at Kurt’s expressions, “So, who set up our sessions and what exactly brought you to this decision?”

“Well, I called to set up the sessions, Kurt and I decided it’d help with our marriage.” Blaine answered fervently.

Dr. Marcus turned his attention back to Kurt. Kurt was now running his index finger along to the couch’s armrest. Dr. Marcus coughed loudly and spoke, “Is that right Kurt?”

Kurt snapped his head towards the person calling his name, “Yep.” he confirmed.

“You don’t seem very excited to be here.” Dr. Marcus went on.

“No, I’m not excited about repairing a relationship I’m not even sure I want fixed. I’m not even a little excited at the thought of returning to a man who cheated on me.” Kurt looked confused, “I thought that would be obvious.”

Blaine stiffened; he turned his head to Kurt, his face crumpled into an unreadable expression. His expression soon turned back to resolve before he turned to face Dr. Marcus again.

“Alrighty then.” Dr. Marcus nodded, he jotted down something with his pen on a piece of paper before raising his head again.

Blaine looked horrified, as if he’d just realized Kurt had spit out the wrong answer for a test.

“I’d like to start from the beginning, with Blaine. Tell me how everything started before you set up an appointment.” Dr. Marcus turned to Kurt then, “Now I understand there may be some disagreements about what happened, but I would like you to stay quiet while he tells his side of the story. I assure you, you will get your chance afterwards. Understood?”

Kurt nodded.

“Good, now Blaine, I don’t want you to get too specific, but just tell me what you think is important.”

Blaine expected that he’d have to do this since the day he signed up for the appointments, but that didn’t seem to ease the feeling of dread in his gut. Blaine knotted his hands together, “Five months ago, Kurt and I got into a fight. He was upset I cancelled a break with the family, I had to work. We both said things we didn’t mean and I ended up sleeping on the couch that night and when I went to work the next day, I was still angry.” Blaine knew the next part would be the most difficult, “So, I talked about it with my co-worker Sebastian on a lunch break at some Chinese restaurant a few blocks from work. H-he seemed to care and he even agreed that I wasn’t in the wrong and I felt a little better, you know? That someone appreciated my work.”

Kurt’s jaw tightened, it was visibly obvious he was having difficulty not saying something at this moment.

Dr. Marcus scribbled more notes throughout Blaine’s story.

“I really didn’t suspect Sebastian wanted to be anything more than friends, so when he mentioned he needed to pick something up on his way back to work, I didn’t think anything of it. I didn’t know it was his apartment, but I came up with him.” Blaine stopped short; he gazed into Dr. Marcus’s eyes, begging for understanding. “He kissed me and I didn’t stop it. I-I didn’t do anything when it got further, when he had sex.” Blaine breathed. “The next day I was going to tell Kurt about it, but he was still upset with me. So, I went back and I kept on going back for five months a-and when I finally decided to stop, Kurt got into an accident.” Blaine frowned, “I didn’t want to tell Kurt, I was too afraid. I didn’t want our marriage to end, I love Kurt. I-I didn’t do this because I didn’t love him and I didn’t not tell him because I wanted to be disloyal, I-I just messed up...Sebastian ended up telling Kurt after I broke it off with him.”

“Is that all?” Dr. Marcus’s face stayed in an analytical manner.

“Yes.” Blaine nodded.

“Kurt, your story.” Dr. Marcus eyed Kurt warily, he knew from Kurt’s cold expression he didn’t have the best comments to say pertaining to Blaine’s interpretation.

“Blaine hadn’t taken more than a day off for five years, until recently when I was about to croak” Kurt started in a snarky manner, “So, when he backed out on the week vacation he promised, yes I was upset. I’d been worried about Blaine overworking himself those past five years and frankly, I missed my husband. You know the man I married? I wanted to spend time with that guy. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate his work; I just appreciated him more than his work. Anyways, It wasn’t much different than a lot of other fights we’ve had in our marriage in the past, so I didn’t feel like anything had changed. Especially, when he slept with me a week afterwards, telling me he loved me and all the gooey bullshit stuff that I had obviously fallen for.” Kurt tapped his fingers lightly on the couch’s armrest.

Blaine winced, “Kurt I-”

“Blaine.” Dr. Marcus warned sternly.

“So, we moved on from that fight. We seemed to be doing great, despite that rough patch. I noticed Blaine seemed to be distancing himself, but I didn’t suspect a thing. Not in my wildest dreams or nightmares should I say, did I ever think Blaine Anderson-Hummel was capable of cheating on me. Not a bit. But then ya’ know, his ‘work’ started getting more and more time consuming, and we started drifting further and further apart. So, I set up a family trip, I was worried. I wanted to reconnect. I ended up in a hospital bed and when I returned from my near death experience, imagine my surprise when Sebastian calls and tells me he’s been fucking my husband behind my back. And here we are!” Kurt slaps Blaine on the lap, feigning enthusiasm.

Blaine jumped a bit at the unexpected contact.

“Is there anything else you’d like to reveal?” Dr. Marcus pauses, waiting to write an additional confession.

Blaine turned his eyes curiously towards Kurt, hoping he wasn’t the only one who did a major fuck up.

“Oh yeah!” Kurt chimes happily, “Over the course of our eleven year marriage, I got sex propositions from seven different guys, and I turned them all down. ‘Cause ya’ know, I had a husband and all that jazz.” Kurt motioned to Blaine and offered him a sarcastic smile.

Blaine choked; he looked like he was about to burst in tears.

Dr. Marcus sighed,“Kurt, I can clearly see that you are upset and you are perfectly entitled to be upset,” he raised a hand to stop Kurt from speaking, “but if we want to get more progress, I’m going to have to ask you to tone down your bark a notch.”

Kurt bit his tongue, “Fine.”

x-x-x

One month later...

Kurt and Blaine’s psychiatry sessions played an important part in repairing their relationship, but of course what they did and spoke about outside, was far more critical.

Throughout their sessions it became evident, the fact that Blaine still worked with Sebastian was clearly not helping matters. Kurt could try to stay unsuspecting as hard as he wanted, but his trust virtually imploded they day he found out Blaine had cheated.

Blaine enjoyed climbing the corporate ladder and loved being the breadwinner of the family, but made a clear choice that indeed Kurt and Lily came before his career desires. He decided to turn in his work boots after working at Daser Insurance Co. for nearly eight years, insisting that he would eventually find another job.

Kurt took this opportunity to jump back on the working wagon, handing down the housewife baton to Blaine. Before his bout as a stay-at-home husband, Kurt worked in the fashion industry as one of the top designers for various brand names. Blaine was both surprised in a bit jealous after finding out Kurt’s previous employers had been begging for his return, the day he backed out. Blaine’s only strong point, being the money earner, was now thwarted.

Even though Blaine hadn’t had much experience in taking children, he agreed to watch Lily. Along with that, Kurt and Blaine agreed she would begin attending school once the year started up again. This way, Blaine and Kurt had more opportunities to work on their relationship.

Once their household arrangements are set, they both plunged into their duties, and tried their best to get into the groove.

Instead of being angry, Kurt finds it endearing when he returns home from work to discover the house in an absolute mess with Lily taking a nap on his husband’s chest, paint staining both of their clothes and hair. They both look exhausted.

It’s been a long day for both Kurt and Blaine, these new adjustments were still difficult getting used to. Kurt carefully treads out of the room, avoiding waking up the two slumbering forms, and heads for the shower. When he gets out, he’s surprised to see Blaine in the kitchen, actually attempting to make something.

Blaine turned his head away from the cooking pot and noticed Kurt staring from the kitchen’s entrance in awe. Blaine smiled brightly and moved away from the stove top, hoping his husband would meet him halfway. Kurt remained still in the doorway and instead Blaine stopped short halfway through the kitchen. They hadn’t kissed since Kurt found out about the affair and Blaine is painfully aware of that. Over the first week, he’d tried to lean in a couple times to get a quick peck, only to be left in Kurt’s wake.

“Hey, Babe.” Blaine moves from foot to foot awkwardly, “Just making some dinner.”

Kurt couldn’t help but to giggle at that. The words seemed so unnatural coming from Blaine. Blaine making dinner. Blaine cooking.

Blaine casted Kurt a confused glance, “What?” he returns back to the stove top to dipping a wooden spoon into the pot.

“Nothing.” Kurt struggles to keep a straight face, “What are you making?” he’s honestly curious.

“Spaghetti.” Blaine spoke, “Why were you laughing? Am I making it wrong?” Blaine turned to Kurt.

“No, I don’t think so.” Kurt stepped out of the doorway to lean over Blaine. He turned his head at the other pot containing some unfamiliar tomato sauce and then back to Blaine stirring the hamburger. “It looks great, but where are the noodles?”

“Eh.” Blaine scratches the back of his head, sending Kurt a shy smile. “I’ve got to go to the store for a quick run. Can you watch the sauce?”

Kurt broke into a hearty laugh.

“Hey, I’m trying here.” Blaine pouted. “I did take care of Lily all day and let me just say Kurt, she’s a handful that one. I don’t know how you did it all these years.”He leaned over and gave Kurt a quick kiss on the mouth, “I’ll be right back.” he stopped for a second, realizing what he just did.

Kurt stood rigid for a second, and then dropped his shoulders trying to relax. It’s enough time for Blaine to notice, but instead of confronting Kurt about it, he rushes to the store.

When Blaine returns from the store, he ends up completely scorching the noodles, to the point where it sticks in fat globs to the bottom of the pot. Blaine just orders Chinese instead.

x-x-x

Two months latter...

It felt like Blaine was courting again, with the flowers, the dates, and shy kisses. It was odd really. He’d known Kurt thirteen years, and it wasn’t like they’d never engaged in sex before. This entire process was incredibly frustrating and yet humbling to Blaine. It made him realize how much he’d taken for granted from his husband.

This particular night Blaine took Kurt out to dinner, at a five star restaurant they use to eat at early in their relationship. It went really well, at least to Blaine’s knowledge. The conversation never spiraled down, it was engaging, interesting, and flirtatious. The food was delicious; he even got to squeeze a real smile out of his husband. Even after their meal was finished, they talked adamantly on the way home.

And suddenly here they were on the parlor couch, making out like seventeen-year-old teenagers. It seemed thrilling, for the married couple that hadn’t done such a thing in years especially with Lily on their hands. Thank God for Rachel Berry their longtime friend and newly discovered babysitter.

Blaine’s got his tongue halfway down Kurt’s throat, and there are hands all over the place. Desperate groping and moaning, Kurt lightly nipping at Blaine’s lips occasionally. Blaine’s stroking Kurt’s thigh, earning a small gasp. Blaine takes this as a signal to go further, and his tight pants won’t think otherwise.

“Kurt.” he nearly growls.

While sucking a nice red blotch into on the bottom of Kurt’s neck, he reaches down and cups Kurt’s ass to ease them into a lying position. He sends his hands around Kurt’s body, stroking up and down, Kurt moans in appreciation. When Blaine finally snakes a hand around and starts to unfasten Kurt’s buckle, that’s when things fall apart.

Kurt suddenly stops kissing back. Blaine doesn’t feel the tears against his cheek until he’s got his fly open, he freezes.

Kurt starts sobbing uncontrollably into Blaine’s neck. Blaine’s really confused and worried now, “Did I hurt you? Kurt? What’s wrong?” Blaine props himself up on his arms to look at his husband’s face.

Kurt just shakes his head, tears streaming down his face. He doesn’t look Blaine in the eye and flinches from his touch and that’s when it hits him. Blaine knows why Kurt is crying. He knows what Kurt’s thinking about.

Blaine knows he’s defiled their most intimate connection and he can’t take it back.

Blaine did hurt Kurt.