Kurt had been constantly wearing the bow-tie ring over the entire winter break since it had been given to him. Blaine had seen that he was wearing it when they had gotten coffee the first day off, and he smirked.
"You don't have to wear that for me, you know," He said teasingly. "It was just the portrayal of a promise, not meant to be a fashion statement."
"No, I love it, it inspires me," Kurt replied with a smile. "I love looking down and seeing it on my finger. Especially this one!" He held up his left hand and wiggled the ring finger.
It had been two weeks since that date, and Kurt was still wearing it. He'd even started matching his outfits to the zany colors of the ring, and every time he looked down at it his stomach started fluttering with butterflies.
It was lunchtime, and Kurt had just started cutting an apple in the kitchen. Then, out of nowhere, he heard a terrifying RRIP and looked down at his ring finger in disbelief.
"Oh no! Shit, shit shit," He cried out in disbelief, petrified.
The beautiful ring that Blaine had crafted just for him, the perfectly simple jewel had ripped entirely in two.
What have I done?! Kurt thought frantically to himself as he rain his fingers through his hair. He felt like sobbing. How will I ever tell Blaine?
Then, when he looked down at it in sorrow, something caught his eye.
A tiny slip of paper had fallen out of the part of the ring that wrapped around his finger. Kurt picked it up curiously, and unfolded it. He could tell Blaine's untidy scrawl from anywhere.
The promise stays foever, even if the ring does not.
Love you.
-Blaine
Kurt held the note up to his heart, and sighed.
"Blaine, you always know just what to say."