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Kurt begins to set the table at 7 pm, carefully laying out the dinner he had prepared just minutes earlier, Blaine's favorite. It was date night, but Kurt and Blaine decided not to go out anywhere because they both had work early in the morning.

An hour goes by, and there's no sign of Blaine. Kurt tried texting him and calling him several times and then gave up, sighing in defeat. He sat in the dim light of their kitchen as worst case scenarios clouded his mind. What if he got into a car accident? What if he's hurt? What if he's lost somewhere? As his next thought began to penetrate his brain, his heart clenched painfully…what if he's cheating on me again? Sure it had been years, but the wound still remained fresh and ached every time the memory crept upon him. Kurt shook his head in denial and wiped away tears that he hadn't realized had fallen. The food was completely cold at this point, but Kurt was hungry, so he decided to warm his portion back up and eat in silence.

After he finished, he sat down at the table and waited. And waited.

It was past 10:45 when Blaine finally arrived. He came through the door immediately apologizing and breathlessly explaining himself.

"Kurt, I'm so, so, so sorry I missed our date. Work went really late and then traffic was a bitch and I didn't have any cell service and I was freaking out and I'm just so sorry but I'm here now. We can still cuddle up and watch a movie together or-"

"Shut up." Kurt mumbled emotionlessly.

"…What?" Blaine was confused and walked over to where Kurt was sitting. "Sweetie, I'm sorry." He started to put his hand on Kurt's shoulder but Kurt stopped him.

"Don't. Don't touch me and don't try to apologize because I know it's all bullshit. Tonight makes four missed date nights this month. Four! I'm absolutely sick of it!"

"I'm really sorr-" Blaine started but was cut off again.

"I said don't. You know what? I'm not going to take this anymore. Do you know what I did tonight?" Blaine was still in shock so he sat in silence. He wasn't expecting this at all. After a few seconds, Kurt continued. "Blaine, I was excited. I made us dinner, I set the table, and then I waited in complete silence. You left me alone. You weren't just a few minutes late, Blaine, you were THREE HOURS AND FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES LATE. I was so worried. I thought you were hurt! And did you really think I would buy your little story about traffic after what you did with Eli?"

Blaine's stomach twisted at the mention of his name. "…But…I thought you trusted me now, Kurt. I thought we got through that together. I just-I really thought you trusted me…" His voice was small and sad.

"Well now I can't! You've spent too many nights 'working late' and leaving me by myself. We live in the same house, but I'm so lonely, Blaine. I'm so lonely. And it's not my fault you had to be a worthless slut in the first place!" Words painfully ripped from his throat. Both Kurt and Blaine's breath hitched at his last few words. Blaine winced and tears gathered in his eyes. Kurt immediately considered taking it back, but felt too hurt to apologize that soon. "I'm sleeping at Rachel's tonight. Don't expect me back tomorrow." That was all he said as he walked out the door.

"Kurt, please, stop, I'm sorry, I-please calm down and forgive me. Please, Kurt." Blaine pleaded as hot tears streamed down his face.

Kurt walked out the door without saying a word.

Blaine wiped at his face while he watched Kurt's car pull out of the driveway. Then came the quiet. The deafening quiet. The entire house was still, Blaine was the one shaking. Suddenly the piercing silence became too much and Blaine collapsed to the floor in sobs, knowing this was all his fault. He choked on air as he struggled to come to terms with what was happening. Kurt wasn't coming back. Tears streamed wildly down his face and his body shook with sobs. It took a long time for his breathing to become steadier. Once he was calm, he felt completely empty. He laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling. Numbness overcame him as if he was being slowly suffocated. There were no more tears left inside of him. Suddenly, a voice that he hadn't heard in years whispered to him.

Kill yourself. You know this is your fault. It's not like anyone would care, you've already pushed everyone away.