Kurt had a dream of what his future would be like after high school.
His boyfriend was the love of his life. So his future dream included marrying him, living with him, having children with him.
he had his dream job, he had his dream apartment, he had his dream husband, and he even had a daughter. Some would say that his future dream did come true.
The only thing is, it was in shambles. He didn't have the perfect marriage anymore.
It had started about 3 years ago, when his husband, Blaine, changed jobs. Suddenly they were fighting and arguing all the time, constantly on edge with each other, constantly stressed out. They barely saw each other and when they did, it became less like a marriage and more like war.
None of them knew how things had become like this, and Kurt couldn't remember a day when they didn't argue anymore. And their fights had taken on a vicious turn, flinging insults and jarring statements at each other all the time. Picking apart what made them special, throwing their faults in each other's faces.
They would pick out things they could hurt the other with, sometimes even things that they couldn't help, like Kurt's smile was bright enough, or Blaine's curls were getting too out of control. Snoring, morning breath, the fact that someone may be putting on weight.
Kurt hogging the bathroom, Blaine being late for dinner.
They were sparring matches, not normal arguments. Another bad thing was, the make up sex had stopped. Kurt couldn't remember the last time he or his husband initiated anything in the bedroom, most of the time one or the other would be so pissed off after their fights that they would either sleep in the guest room or on the couch.
They hardly slept in the same bed, let alone the same room anymore.
All they knew, was when they fought now, they fought to hurt each other.
And tonight was just like any other.
Kurt was already home when Blaine walked in. He watched him with a bored expression as he walked into the kitchen. Blaine had paused to look at him, and then the boxes of take out on the table. before sighing and stepping over to grab a few containers and sitting down opposite Kurt.
For a while things were quiet, and civil.
Until Blaine had started whining and moaning about how Kurt had forgotten his favourite dish.
"It's just typical isn't it," He started and Kurt tried not to roll his eyes at the passive aggressive tone in Blaine's voice, "typical Kurt behaviour, not thinking of anyone but himself."
"I was enjoying my dinner in peace and quiet, give it a rest will you." Kurt replied in a soft almost pleading voice, and Blaine glared at him across the table, "I only got 2 egg rolls by accident, but I gave them to Elly, because she likes them ok?"
"Right, because god forbid you remember you have a husband." Blaine said with a roll of his eyes, and Kurt's anger began spiralling in his chest.
"Oh, like you remembered me when you brought that cheesecake home last week, apparently forgetting I was allergic to Kiwi fruit?"
"Well not all of us can have a perfect memory." Blaine shot back.
"But you expect me too? Not all of us can have a perfect husband, apparently." Kurt spit out, and Blaine put his hands up in exasperation.
"Oh, there you go again, I didn't say that, stop putting words in my mouth, Kurt."
"Better than my fist." Kurt said quietly as he shook his head and looked back to the last of his dinner, and Blaine glared over at him.
"Oh a domestic violence joke now?"
"I thought you liked those," Kurt said sarcastically as he stood to dispose of his empty container, and Blaine's angry gaze followed him, "you're always telling me that if we weren't married you would have slapped me by now."
"Yeah, it's a joke."
"So was that."
"Bet you really want to though, huh?" Blaine said as he disposed of his containers and then stood to face Kurt.
"Sometimes I've thought about it." Kurt told him with a hard stare, and Blaine raised an eyebrow.
"I can add abusive to the list then?"
Everything stopped as Kurt paused and thought about what Blaine had said, what?
"What list?" Blaine remained quiet and Kurt's eyes narrowed, "a list of what?" he demanded again in a calm tone, not taking his eyes off of Blaine's, but the longer Blaine ignored him the more angry he became.
Tell me a list of what?" Kurt ranted at him, but Blaine had wandered over to the refrigerator to get a juice, still ignoring Kurt, "Are you constructing a list of things you hate about me? A list of things that somehow make you feel better about yourself, comparing me to someone else?"
Blaine turned to look at him.
"What could the list possibly entail?" Kurt went on and then Blaine's resolve snapped and he exploded.
"Everything! Ok?!"
He stood facing Kurt, his face going red from anger, and Kurt's breath left him at the ire he could see in his husband's eyes, mixed in with sadness, and regret.
"I hate our life! I hate it!" Blaine went on and Kurt felt the breath leave him momentarily.
He was not prepared for Blaine's admission to punch him in the chest. His breath hitched slightly and something very painful began surrounding his heart, squeezing against it. He would have clutched his chest with the force of the pain, had he not already been so stressed out. His own anger over the situation raised it's head, and he fought back.
"You hate it?" Kurt yelled at him, "For years I have sat around and watched our marriage dissolve into nothing, do you think that was easy to see? To watch something like that happen and not know how to fix it?"
"Then what the fuck are we even doing here, Kurt?!"
Again Blaine's words hit him in the chest and he felt sharp pains all over his ribcage. It made him feel like his legs would give up holding him, and any minute he would crash to the floor. His mind was racing a mile a minute, showing him snippets of their life together, all the times they had been happy. Al the times they had been in love.
His own head was screaming at him to apologize and take everything he said back, make promises and expressions of love, take his husband into his arms and tell him he still loved him.
But his anger, stubbornness and pride were still forefront so he said nothing as he watched Blaine's eyes fall to look at the floor, as he turned to stomp out of the kitchen and all the way to the bedroom, slamming the door for good measure.
Their nighttime routine hadn't changed in the past 18 years of marriage. They still simultaneously used and shared the bathroom. Even when they weren't talking to each other. Blaine had showered and was now brushing his teeth, while Kurt had finished conditioning his hair and was now exfoliating his dry cheeks with one of his many lotions.
As he was rubbing the lotion into his cheeks and forehead, he glanced at Blaine in their shared mirror. Blaine was watching him too, and their gazes locked in the glass, Kurt almost smiling because his husband's eyes had gone a little soft.
Soon enough the moment was over, and Blaine left the bathroom to go to bed, leaving Kurt to finish his nightly skincare regime alone.
The next morning, they barely acknowledged each other as they got ready for another work day. Blaine barely threw him a glance as he shouted a goodbye to their daughter and left.
Kurt sighed as he sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee in silence.
"Morning daddy." Elly greeted as she walked into the kitchen dressed for her day at school.
"Morning baby." He smiled at her as she sat down with her breakfast and juice.
"So daddy went to work early." She said as she glanced at the clock on the wall, and then turned her eyes to Kurt, who shrugged.
"Yeah, he's going to be really busy today, he wanted to get a head start." He lied and she nodded, even though her eyes narrowed slightly at the guilty look on his face.
He stood and placed his mug in the sink, before turning to smile at her.
"Speaking of which, if I don't get going, my work day is going to be overloaded," He told her as he bent to kiss her head, "see you later sweetheart."
"Bye daddy, have a good day."
"You too baby!" He shouted as he shut the door.