Blaine came home to a dark house. When he switched on the lights the house was nothing like it was when he left. All his sheet music was back on its place by the small piano. The magazines he had thrown around were all stacked up. There was so sign of the vase Kurt had broken.
This is what their lives had become. Endless circle of arguments, fights and disappointments. They were throwing things at each other now, breaking things. Just like their broken marriage. They had been so naive to have gotten married so young even when they had a thousand unsolved fights between them, things they had ignored in hopes that they would just disappear and everything would be alright.
Not even a year into the marriage they realized how wrong they had been to have just gotten married on a wimp. They had come to a realization that life wasn't a Broadway musical with a happy ending. Blaine wondered sometimes what would have happened if they had waited to get married. Stayed firm in their decision to stay friends. They had broken up twice in a year and then gone and gotten married. It's not that they didn't love each other, but love wasn't enough anymore. They both wonder if it was love or setting that had gotten them to agree to the mad scheme of getting married at Santana and Brittany's wedding.
Kurt was in the kitchen sitting at the table a big cup of coffee before him. He looked up and Blaine was the similar red rimmed eyes.
"It's time to let it go Blaine." Blaine just nodded. He knew what Kurt was talking about. They were holding on to the pieces of this broken marriage and shattered relationship for too long now. Just like that they had decided to get separated. One thing they had both agreed on wholeheartedly in over a year.
The divorce was easy, mutual. Not that it didn't hurt of course it did, a five year long relationship no matter how bad it got in the end meant a lot to both of them. But this time they both knew it was the right thing to do. They had divided all that they had equally not that it was much anyway. Blaine had quit his job as the Warblers coach at Dalton as the commute became to much he used to work at the Lima Bean and went to community college and Kurt worked with Rachel coaching the New Directions. They used to barely make ends meet so it wasn't much of a issue during the divorce.
Burt and Carole were supportive of their decision but not their friends. He didn't understand if they were being purposely ignorant or they were truly blind to all the things wrong with Kurt and his marriage. Sam was the only one who was supportive.
They didn't stay in touch not directly anyway. It wasn't that they hated each other. They just didn't know how the stay friends.
Kurt moved back to New York a week after the divorce was finalized, Isabella had an opening for him and he didn't hesitate this time to seize the opportunity.
While Kurt had his life a bit more put together after the divorce, Blaine was lost. So when Cooper asked him to move to LA with him Blaine did, just because he had nothing better to do. He got into a music program at the UCLA a month later.
Now three years later, Blaine would have never pictured his life to have become what it was now. He was twenty-five, working as a music teacher in a middle school and living with his brother in LA. This city had become home to him now. Their mother had died of cancer couple of months after Blaine had moved to LA. Their father had married again not even a year later. They were not in touch with him anymore. Sam was the only one back in Ohio he still had any contact with. So Cooper and his son Alex were the only family he had. No close friends or anything, not counting Wes who he was still in touch with but Wes stayed in Boston so other than the occasional call or Skype that was the only contact he had. He never asked Wes about the others. Though he wanted to countless times. How could he, he had abandoned them and he was the one who had severed ties with all of them. Even Trent. He didn't have any right to waltz back into their lives. Not when he had so rudely pushed them out of his.