Blaine knew what flirting was, he and Kurt had forever flirted when they first started dating to an extendable amount.

But Kurt flirting with someone else was something he didn't think he would have to deal with, until a week after he thought about it. And he honestly felt like his innerds had been ripped out viciously with a dagger coated with lies.

Slamming the door open furiously, Blaine launched himself on the couch of his shared apartment, turning the tv on suddenly then settling down with a scowl on his face, angrily pressing at the buttons of the remote control turning the channels over in a distressed action.

Everything was competely silent, apart from the small sound coming out from the tv, that lasted for about 2 minutes— until Kurt blast through the room, looking like clouds of smoke was about to erupt from his ears.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Blaine?" He shouted, throwing down his wallet down anywhere, abruptly turning the tv off which Blaine's eyes were directly focussed on; then walking to stand infront of his fiance— Hopefully, still his fiance.

"You know exactly what's wrong with me, Kurt, don't act dumb!" Blaine spat, pushing himself past Kurt rom the couch and walking himself over to the sink, popping himself some asprin due to the banging bass inside of his ear drums.

"Oh, I'm acting dumb? Try you're acting dumb!" Kurt wasn't very good at comebacks. Or fighting in general.

"You sat infront of me, your fiance, the one who you're going to be getting married to soon, and flirted directly with the staff!" Blaine's voice got louder and louder. "He gave you his number and you fucking took it!"

"As a joke, Blaine, a joke, do you know what they are?" Kurt spoke calmly but with plenty sarcasm, his hand placed neatly on his poked out hip.

"Yes I know what a joke is, but what happened back at the resturant, that wasn't a joke!" Blaine didn't cry, ever but right now seemed a plentiful time to do just that.

"It was!" Kurt screamed slamming his fists down on the table next to him which ended up in more pain than the thought would be produced.

"If you don't want to be with me, just tell me!" Blaine was furious.

He took his engagement ring off, dropped it on the floor, took his wallet off of the sofa and stormed out of their apartment, Kurt calling after him constantly, but he never looked back. Not once, not even when Kurt threw a vase down the alleyway.

Crying to himself, Kurt took off into his and Blaine's room curling up under the sheets and cried himself to sleep; still in his clothes.

When Blaine got back he was panting from running so hard, and it was almost 3am.

He'd basically just camped out in walmart, buying all the food he could eat, all the drink he could drink, brought 3 coffees from starbucks to which the person behind the till looked at him very weirdly, before he took off to the gardens to sing by the fountain hyped up on coffee.

He had barely thought about Kurt and their argument before he came jumping into their bedroom and saw the tear stains on the pillow, but no Kurt to be seen. Until he heard the shower running, so he quickly stripped off his clothes to stand completely naked in his bedroom. Giggling to himself at the sheer genious of his newly found plan.

He quietly snuck into the pristene bathroom, and heard— yep, Kurt singing softly to himself under the splash of the shower water.  So he pulled the shower curtain back to see Kurt's naked body— gorgeous, gorgeous, naked body, scrubbing himself from head to toe violently.

Blaine slowly slipped in behind him, wrapping his arms gently around his torso and resting his head on his wet shoulder, earning a slight soft shudder from his lips.

"Wha—" Kurt yelped, and jumped forwards almost bashing his head directly on the wall, just before Blaine caught him and twizzled him around in his arms, moving Kurt's head ever so flightly to urge him into a wet, sloppy kiss that left them breathless after a while.

They kissed and they kissed until they eventually made silent love with the spray of the water still gushing over them whilst no words had been spoken from their mouths. Even though it was their worst fight yet they didn't forget to tell eachother how much they loved one another.

They made love again twice after they made love in the shower, muttering their sorrys and i love you's.

"Never walk out again, Blaine, please." Kurt said, trying to catch his breath.

"I won't, I promise." Blaine said, and he never did walk out again.