Kurt and Blaine Anderson-Hummel have been married for fifteen years. Kurt walks into the living room to find Blaine passed out again. "Blaine wake up." Kurt whispered. Blaine didn't budge. So Kurt walked over to him and shook him gently. "Blaine." Blaine groaned and woke up. Kurt sighed and went back to cleaning.
It's been one whole week. One week since Blaine touched an alcoholic beverage around Kurt. Kurt went to the store to get him a new guitar as a present and to be shipped tomorrow.
When Kurt returned home, Blaine was dancing like a monkey. Kurt walked into the kitchen, passing three beer cans. "Blaine." Kurt sighed. Blaine then looked up and started talking gibberish. "Kurf I misded yoh." "Blaine your drunk." Blaine looked at him like a raccoon looks at a car's head lights. "No I'm not." Blaine said. "I can smell it in your breath Blaine, don't lie." Kurt said. Blaine started hitting Kurt. "Why don't you believe me?" Blaine yelled. After Blaine woke up, Kurt had a big grayish bruise on his arm. "Kurt, what happened?" "I want a divorce, Blaine." "What?" Blaine was now stopping Kurt from opening the front door. "Either you admit you have a problem and get help or we get a divorce." Kurt stared right at Blaine. After a few moments, Kurt opened the door and left