FINAL SMUT WARNING! There is a little at the very beginning easy to skip over if needed.

So here's what you missed on Glee…

Apparently Kurt and Blaine are the only people in the world that have a great relationship and everyone wants advice. Tina kissed Mike, but she's still engaged to Artie then Mike went back to Chicago. Brittany hasn't seen Santana in days. I hope they can get their marriage back on track. They were so cute together.

Starring: Darren Criss, Chris Colfer, Lea Michele, Naya Rivera, Jenna Ushkowitz, Kevin McHale, Chord Overstreet, Amber Riley, Dianna Agron, Heather Morris, Becca Tobin, and Johnathan Groff.

Created By: Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuck.

Written By:Taylor Underwood

Playlist (songs sung): 'Everything' – Michael Buble (Kurt and Blaine Hummel-Anderson)

'Young and Beautiful' – Lana Del Rey (Kurt Hummel-Anderson)

'When I Was Your Man' - Bruno Mars (Artie Abrams)

'How To Save A Life' – The Fray (Santana Lopez-Peirce) (with proper pronouns)

'Fight Songs' – Rachel Platten (entire credited cast)

"She's down," Kurt said walking into his bedroom to a naked husband lying on his bed. "You waste no time do you?"

"Nope," Blaine replied. "Get over here handsome."

Kurt walked over to the bed and Blaine quickly pulled him as close as he possibly could forcing his tongue into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt pulled away and took all of his clothes off not caring where they landed in their bedroom.

Kurt and Blaine hadn't been getting a lot of alone time recently with the baby. They have always been told to sleep while the baby is sleeping, but after a while not having sex was beginning to get to them. They decided that no matter what they had to at least once a week.

Kurt had pinned Blaine to the bed and was licking his torso; sucking each nipple as he came to it. Blaine tried to be quiet so he wouldn't wake the baby, but Kurt drove him crazy during sex.

Kurt brushed their bare cocks up against each other and covered Blaine's mouth making sure he stayed quiet.

"God I love you so much, Kurt," Blaine moaned once Kurt had let him speak again.

"I love you too, baby," Kurt said moving his hand so he could reach the condoms and lube from the bedside table.

Kurt quickly slicked his fingers and around Blaine's entrance. "Kurt, just fuck," Blaine said breathlessly.

Kurt began stroking Blaine slowly knowing how crazy it would make him while he teased his entrance. Kurt knew that waiting much longer would result in his husband coming harder than he ever had before, but it also risked the baby waking up before they were done.

Kurt quickly slid the condom on his dick and placed it near Blaine's entrance.

"Kurt, please," Blaine begged as his head thrashed back and forth and his hands were tangled up in the sheets as he tried to stay quiet for the baby.

Kurt moved away from Blaine making him whine loudly. Kurt quickly forced him to flip over onto his stomach and onto his knees so he had better access.

Kurt planted his feet onto the floor at the end of their bed and moved Blaine so he was on the edge. Kurt slowly started entering Blaine making his husband scream into the blankets on their bed.

"More, baby, more," Blaine pleaded making Kurt go into him deeper and deeper.

Once Kurt had completely entered Blaine he stopped and bent down to kiss his husband's toned and tanned back. After Blaine had calmed down slightly Kurt began to thrust in and out of him as hard as he possibly could.

Blaine was beginning to lose strength in his limbs and fall to the bed, but Kurt held him up so it was easier to complete.

"Yes, Kurt," Blaine said as his husband's cock thrusted in and out of him. "God, Kurt! Yes, I'm gonna…AHHH," Blaine screamed as he reached orgasm and came over the bed sheets.

After Blaine had come down from his orgasm Kurt flipped him over on the bed and Blaine sat up taking Kurt's dick into his mouth.

It didn't take long for Kurt to come down Blaine's throat fisting his husband's hair and yanking as he hit his orgasm.

The men laid down cuddled up together. "Now I remember why I married you," Kurt said chuckling running his fingers through Blaine's hair. "I love that I can run my fingers through your hair. For far too long that wasn't a possibility."

"Again with the gel jokes," Blaine asked.

"Probably for the rest of your life," Kurt said kissing Blaine and settling into bed for the night.

It had been six days since Tina had kissed Mike and she was still trying to find a way to tell Artie that it had happened. She didn't want to completely destroy her fiancé, but she knew that she had to say something.

"Artie," she started walking into their small living room. "we need to talk."

"Yes, I was thinking sometime in September maybe late August," Artie started to explain the vision he had for their wedding.

"I kissed Mike," she finally blurted out.

Artie instantly stopped speaking. He didn't know what to say to that. He felt his heart break into a million pieces once he saw Tina's face. She was scared and confused. He didn't want her to be confused. He wanted her to know exactly what she wanted. He wanted her to want him.

"What," he finally responded.

"I kissed him, twice," she repeated.

"What are you saying," Artie asked wanting to know exactly what was going to happen between the two of them.

"I don't know," she told him. "Seeing Mike again made me really confused. I love you, Artie. I really do, but I love Mike too."

"I'm gonna go. I might crash with Sam and Mercedes tonight," Artie said wheeling himself out of their apartment and into the elevator; leaving Tina crying on the couch.

Mercedes, Quinn, and Rachel all sat in Rachel townhouse on the Upper East Side praying that Santana would come over as they requested.

"Where's Tina," Quinn asked.

"She's having some personal issues herself,' Mercedes responded.

"What's wrong," Rachel asked.

"Apparently she kissed Mike the other day. She and Artie might be breaking up. He's over at our place talking to Sam," Mercedes responded.

Quinn and Rachel were floored. Out of all of their friends Tina was the last one they'd expect to do this.

Just as Rachel was about to speak again Santana walked into the house. "What do you want," she asked coldly.

"We just want to talk to you about Brittany," Rachel said very calmly.

Santana tried to make a break for the door, but Quinn quickly got up and blocked her. "Santana, something is seriously wrong. We just want to help you out a little bit. We love you guys. We want you to be happy," she told her friend.

"What's been going on," Mercedes asked ushering Santana over to the couch so they could have a mature adult conversation.

Santana looked at all of her friends and sighed. She didn't know. "I don't know. I just woke up one morning and something was different."

"Are you feeling like you don't love her anymore," Mercedes asked.

"No," Santana quickly replied. "I will always love her, but I'm not happy."

"Are you worried you got married too young," Quinn asked.

"Who are you now Hummel," Santana snapped.

"Um, if you remember Kurt and Blaine got married at the same time as you. They were just as young," Rachel said.

"Blaine was younger. And they're happier than ever," Mercedes added. "So this has nothing to do with Kurt or Blaine. This is about you and Brittany. We hate seeing you guys unhappy."

"Why does everyone think that they know me and my wife and our relationship," Santana snapped again. "You have no idea."

"Then help us to understand because we want to help you," Rachel blurted out. "We love you two and we know you love each other. So why have you been so mean to Brittany these last few months?"

"All of those things that were cute when we were dating; aren't so cute after five years of marriage," Santana finally explained. "The constant random inaccurate shit and some of the stuff she says."

"You're annoyed at the child like personality," Mercedes asked.

Santana said nothing. She didn't want to use the word 'annoyed', but that was kind of how she was feeling. Everything Brittany did when they were in high school was cute and made her seem sweet and innocent, but now that they were in their mid-twenties it wasn't as innocent anymore or sweet. Santana couldn't do a lot of things because Brittany thought that there was some hidden meaning behind all of it.

"I hate to even suggest this but," Quinn started, "maybe a break would do you both a lot of good. And you'll remember why you fell in love in the first place."

All the girls stared at Santana. Maybe Quinn was right. Maybe they need to take a month's break to rediscover their love for one another. Maybe a break would make Santana appreciate Brittany's little quips and cute little things she had always done.

"Or I'll fall out again," Santana rebutted.

"If you are saying that then you don't have a lot of faith in your marriage in the first place," Mercedes said.

"How would you know," Santana barked. "You've never been married. The closest you've come is with Trouty Mouth."

"I'm saying it then," Rachel butted in. "I've been married for four years. You've been married for six."

"Kurt and Blaine would say it. I'll say it," Quinn added. "Puck and I aren't married, but we've been together longer than you've been married. If you think that a break will make you fall out of love with Brittany then you probably shouldn't be together."

Santana thought about what her friends were telling her. She didn't want to prove people right and be another statistic of young marriage. And she wanted to be with Brittany, but how was she going to get passed all of the little things that bothered her every day? Maybe Kurt was right, communication is key to a healthy relationship. If he had to be right about anything she thought that this was the best time.

Kurt and Blaine were walking with Hepburn giggling in her stroller through Central Park. Kurt knew that they all needed some fresh air, including the baby.

Kurt was finally getting more comfortable taking the baby places that weren't inside their apartment after Blaine kept insisting on doing things as a family. Blaine liked to show off his husband and daughter.

Kurt had packed a nice small picnic basket of Blaine's favorite food and Hepburn's bottles. He was happy it was warm and not burning hot outside. He had taken every precaution to make sure his little girl didn't get sun burned while out and about.

"See, this is really nice isn't it," Blaine asked as he set out the picnic blanket on the ground and set up all of their food while Kurt fed Hepburn.

"Yes, you were right," Kurt responded.

"Wait what?"

"I'm not saying it again," Kurt rebutted quickly. "But this is really nice outside with my two favorite people." Kurt sat down next to Blaine leaving Hepburn laying the blanket in front of them. He laid his head down in Blaine's lap as Blaine ran his fingers through his hair.

"This is perfect," Blaine said leaning over to give Kurt a quick kiss and hearing Hepburn giggling while watching her daddies.

"Her giggles are so cute," Kurt said reaching over and tickling his daughter's belly. "I have the perfect life."

As the time went on they had finished all of their food and Kurt was giving Hepburn the rest of her bottle.

Blaine's eyes kept wondering around the park at young guys running in their shorts and shirtless. Kurt couldn't help, but feel a little upset that his husband was checking out other men in the park. He had always heard that this kind of thing can happen when you have a baby with someone. The lack of private intimate moments being shared between two people can leave one or both looking to other places to get that, but Kurt had thought that they were getting through the hard part of being first time parents with a two month old baby. Maybe he was wrong.

"Do you want to walk around more or go home," Blaine asked after packing up their things and putting them in the stroller basket along with the diaper bag.

"I don't want to be out in the sun much longer with Hepburn," Kurt replied. That and he wanted to get his husband away from the young men running through the park.

They got home and Kurt quickly put Hepburn down for a nap before going and having a lazy day with Blaine on the couch.

"I say we do that at least once a week," Blaine suggested once Kurt got out to the living room.

"So you can stare at younger men," Kurt asked not meaning for it to slip out of his mouth.

"What," Blaine asked standing up and walking over to Kurt.

"You're eyes seemed to jump out of your head when a shirtless guy would run passed us," Kurt explained. "Just seemed like you didn't really want to be with us."

"That's not true at all, even if there were a hundred completely naked men, gorgeous naked men, surrounding me at the park, if I was sitting with you and our perfect daughter I wouldn't care," Blaine told him. "If you haven't noticed my eyes seem to jump when I look at you too."

"Not like today they don't," Kurt said very defeated. "They used to when we were dating in high school, but lately it's been less and less."

Kurt saying that really hurt Blaine. It seemed like Kurt was saying Blaine was no longer attracted to him. He was, he was more attracted to Kurt now that he had ever been.

"Honey," Blaine started taking Kurt's hands in his own. "I don't have eyes for anyone but you. After what, nine years together? Things are going to change. We've got six years of marriage under our belts. We have a baby. Most importantly, I have the most amazing, handsome, sexy, attractive, talented, perfect husband in the entire world."

Kurt looked Blaine in the eyes for one second and saw the look Blaine gave him in high school. "Just after everything I still get a little scared that you're gonna leave. Even though I know that we are supposed to be together and that you love me. That fear has never really gone away."

Blaine chuckled and sighed at the same time. "Babe, never. I will never leave. We've been through too much for me to leave now. Not to mention I just love you more than I could ever say."

"I love you too," Kurt said letting Blaine kiss him. "I need to get over stuff that happened six years ago."

"Anything I can do to help," Blaine asked pulling Kurt closer to him so there was no air between their chests.

"Holding me like this is helping," Kurt replied.

"Really," Blaine asked sliding his hands down the back of Kurt's pants. "This too?"

"Yup," Kurt said gripping Blaine's shoulders. Blaine started to suck on Kurt's neck and squeeze his ass. "Let's go, sexy," Kurt said pulling him back to their bedroom.

As soon as Kurt's shirt came off the baby monitor started to cry.

Blaine sighed and looked down. He really didn't want to walk into the nursery with a full on erection so Kurt quickly put on his shirt and went to sooth their baby girl.

"Have a baby they said. It'll be great they said. They never told me I'd never have day sex again," Blaine mumbled as he tried to take care of himself quickly before Kurt walked back in.

Artie was having some sort of break down while Sam stared at him not knowing what to say or do. Artie was wheeling himself I circles around the living room. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Dude, I don't know," Sam responded.

"Do I break up with her? Do I stay with her and pretend it never happened," Artie asked the room. "I love her so much and she kisses Mike. Mike what a friend he is."

"Dude, remember our group of friends cheat on each other all the time, but we're still friends," Sam told him.

"We're not in high school anymore, Sam," Artie snapped. "Most of us are married or in serious committed relationships. We can't go around cheating on each other and not think anything of it anymore."

"To be fair it was only two kisses," Sam said, "it's not like she's sleeping with him. He's not even in this state."

"Yes, but that's still bad. She shouldn't have kissed him," Artie yelled.

"Have you talked to Tina about this," Sam asked making Artie go completely silent. "So you haven't. Maybe get her side and talk to Mike before you go off like a lunatic."

Artie looked at Sam knowing that he was right. He needed to talk to Tina and see what she was going through. Clearly something was wrong if she had kissed her ex-boyfriend. Had he done something wrong? Was him being in a wheelchair too much for her to handle? She never said anything, but if his wheelchair was the issue she would never mention it because she knows how insensitive that would be.

And Tina wasn't the kind of person to find her fiancé being a wheelchair annoying or an inconvenience. She was learning to live with him and it didn't really bother her. She knew she had to make some adjustments to the way she lived, but she didn't mind. Or at least Artie didn't think she minded.

Santana walked into her apartment that she hadn't seen in several days to see Brittany sitting alone in silence on their couch.

"Hey," Santana said quietly so she didn't startle her.

Brittany sat up and looked at her wife walking into the room. "Hey," she responded without emotion.

Brittany had been so drained in the last two weeks that she couldn't cry anymore. She didn't feel the need to jump and kiss Santana when she walked into the room. She really wasn't feeling anything. Santana had completely broken her down. So she just sat there staring at the blank TV screen.

"I'm sorry," Santana said timidly.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she repeated, "you're sorry. You should be, Santana. I haven't seen your or heard from you in over a week. Hiding isn't the answer to anything," Brittany yelled finding that emotion within her.

"I don't know what to do," Santana quickly responded.

"Act like an adult and not run away from this," Brittany told her. "We are incapable of having a mature conversation, not because of me, but because you always want to fight. You always just run away when we have the slightest disagreement. Nothing ever get resolved and we're gonna end up hating each other."

"Remember when I proposed and Hummel butted in. I'd hate for him to be right," Santana told her.

"Maybe he was," Brittany said quietly. "At least both people in that relationship talk to the other. You never say what you're feeling and that's what's coming between us. Lack of communication."

"I tell you—"

"No, you voice that you're horny and want to have sex," Brittany told her. "Scissoring isn't gonna make all of our problems go away."

Santana sat down with a deep sigh. "What are we gonna do?"

"I want to talk through this. I want to know why you've been so mean…:

"You still act like you're five. It was cute in high school but you're 26 now, Britt, it's time to knock it off," Santana yelled.

"I'm the one acting childish? At least I'm trying to make us work. I don't want us to be another statistic of young marriage because I love you and I always will," Brittany was beginning to let the tears fall from her face. "Um, it was suggested that we take a break."

"A break is a break-up, Britt,' Santana told her wife.

"No divorce just a week thinking things through or two," Brittany said. "San, I can't live unhappy anymore. It's tearing us both apart. I'm gonna stay with Rachel and Jesse for a few days."

Brittany quickly grabbed her bag and left leaving Santana alone in their apartment.

Santana sat there thinking about how Brittany must have felt when she just disappeared. Standing there alone knowing her wife wasn't coming back for a few days she finally remembered why she married Brittany in the first place. Not to make people mad or prove a point, but because she truly loved Brittany and wanted to be with her.

Kurt was waiting at the front door to head out for dinner with his little family. Nothing fancy just a quick bite and walk around with Hepburn for a little while.

Blaine loved going out with the two most important people in the world. He liked introducing Kurt as his husband and saying that the baby was their daughter. Everything was always so perfect.

Kurt and Blaine enjoyed their entire meal without one second of crying from Hepburn, which was very unusual.

Blaine went up to pay the check while Kurt finished packing Hepburn's stuff up and getting ready to leave the restaurant.

Kurt looked up for a brief second and saw a young man throwing heart eyes at Blaine. And Blaine being the man that he is, he hadn't noticed, but was flirting right back at this man. "Your dad is in so much trouble," Kurt said to Hepburn, who only giggled at her Papa's angry face. Kurt continued to get things put together and began walking over to Blaine. Before speaking Kurt cleared his throat loudly after seeing this other man start touching Blaine. "Hell no," Kurt said quietly. "Um, Blaine, your daughter is ready to go home," Kurt said shortly making sure the other guy realized that Blaine was taken and was happy.

"Oh, okay," Blaine said quickly taking a step backwards so the kid's hand was no longer on his shoulder knowing Kurt's tone of voice was not a good thing.

The three of them rode the subway in silence back to their apartment. As soon as Kurt set Hepburn in her playpen he took a look at Blaine. "I don't want to start a huge fight with you; however, that display at the restaurant—"

"What display," Blaine interrupted.

"Come one, Blaine, that guy was all over you and you did nothing. You sat there enjoying it while your husband and daughter watched on," Kurt was beginning to yell.

"Why are we having this argument again, Kurt," Blaine asked with a raised voice. "It always comes back to this. If I'm looking at other guys. No, the answer will always be no, because I have you."

"That doesn't negate the fact that you allow men to touch you like that," Kurt said back, "And you cannot deny that you look at men who are a few years younger."

"We're 26, Kurt," Blaine hollered. "The younger guys are minors and that's a felony."

"That's what every husband wants to hear," Kurt huffed and turned his back to Blaine.

There was silence for several minutes. Kurt could almost sense that his daughter was about to start screaming then he turned around and saw Blaine holding her.

"My point is, you're oblivious to when men are flirting and I don't like when guys flirt with you," Kurt said as he watched Blaine bounce Hepburn in his arms soothing her. "You're the most oblivious man I have ever met. It took months for you to realize I was in love with you."

"This isn't high school anymore, Kurt," Blaine said calmly so he would make the baby cry. "For some reason you still compare everything we go through now to high school. I know I can be oblivious. And sometimes, yes, I let guys flirt, but I would never, never intentionally flirt back or let it go any further."

"You doing this now at 25, what's gonna happened 20 years from now," Kurt asked him, "are you still gonna wake up and think I'm everything that you want and need? That I'm the most handsome man you've ever see?"

"If the day ever comes when I don't, I'll be dead," Blaine responded. "You need to stop worrying about what I think of your insanely handsome face and just know that because I love you you'll always be the most handsome man I've ever seen."

"I know," Kurt said and started pacing the floor. "Just don't let guys touch you anymore. Not even the shoulder."

"Never again and I'll make sure to flash my wedding ring every chance I get," Blaine responded, "but when the same thing inevitably happens to you, I know it does, you have to promise the same thing."

"Always," Kurt said walking over to Blaine.

Blaine looked down at the little girl in his arms. "She hates when Daddy and Papa fight."

"So does Papa," Kurt said tickling her tummy.

"I love you so much," Blaine said.

"I love you too," Kurt responded.

"Oh, I was taking to her, but you're not bad yourself."

"Knock it off," Kurt said kissing Blaine.

Artie came back to his and Tina's apartment after spending the night with Sam and Mercedes.

Tina had been sitting in the same spot for hours. The lights were turned off there was no sound coming from any area of the apartment.

"So," Artie started wheeling himself over to the couch were Tina was sitting. "Have you thought about it?"

Tina nodded her head. She had no doubts where her heart was lying. She knew what had to be done so she could be happy and everyone can move on and live the lives they are supposed to have. "I can't," she said quietly.

"I understand," Artie said knowing what she meant. He had a strong feeling she was going to tell him that she was in love with Mike and wanted to be with him.

"I'm sorry," she continued, "I wanted to be with you and have a happy life here in New York, but I was suppressing everything that I was feeling towards him."

"No, Tina, I get it," Artie told her. "Going through life with our friends and the many relationship combinations that we've all been in. I understand exactly what you're saying." Though he understood what she was saying he was simply hiding his broken heart. "So, go get him."

Tina sat in shock at what she was hearing from him. She thought that she was going to have a huge argument that ended with slamming of doors and screaming names at each other, but this was civil. They had all truly grown up over the years.

Tina slowly took her engagement ring off and set it on the table. "You are such an amazing man, Artie Abrams." She gave him a quick kiss than ran out the door.

"Yeah, but the amazing man can't keep the girl," he said to himself and finally let all the pain show.

Tina took out her phone and dialed Mike's number as fast as she could.

"Hello," she heard his voice answer the phone.

"I made my decision," she responded.

"Think this may help," Jesse told Brittany setting up their guest bedroom for her. "I don't really know you and Santana, but I think this will be really good from what Rachel has told me."

Rachel came into the room and set a blanket down on the chair. "Just in case. We keep the house pretty cold at night."

"Thank you," Brittany responded. Brittany let out a hard sigh.

"What's wrong," Rachel asked, "besides, you know?"

"I feel like I'm running away," Brittany responded.

"No," Rachel quickly said sitting down next to her friend. "You both need to time to think. Every couple going through this stuff needs time to think away from the other."

"When Rachel and I argue we both have to take about two hours of alone time before we're even ready to look at each other let alone figure out the problem," Jesse told her. "This is a huge issue and you need to figure it out on your own before you can figure it out as a couple."

"I just want to be with her," Brittany said looking down at her hands.

"And I really do believe that you will be," Rachel told her. "We've all believed that you two would make it ever since Santana proposed."

Brittany smiled at the thought of that day. The only day that was better was their wedding day.

"I'm sure Santana will figure out what's going on in her head and you two will be back on track in no time," Rachel told her giving her friend a hug. "If our group of friends has taught us anything it's that we're all capable of getting through the hard time, together."

"Thank you, Rachel," Brittany said. "You too, Jesse."

"I'm just a prop," Jesse said giving Brittany a quick hug and kissing Rachel's head before leaving the girls to talk privately.

After being dumped Artie finally picked up the phone and called the one person that he knew he was going to be able to talk to.

The person that knew him better than he knew himself. They hadn't really been talking recently, but he knew that they both lived in the city and hadn't changed phone numbers.

He waited as the phone rang. Finally he heard the voice he was wanting. "She left," he said quickly.

"Artie, I'm so sorry," Kitty responded. "What happened?"

"She's still in love with Mike," Artie told her.

"I don't know what to say," she told him. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I know all of this is for the best. I just want her to be happy," Artie told her. "She's in love with Mike and I think it's better that this came out now."

"Why?"

"Because I may still be in love with you."

End season 7 episode 3. I had a lot of requests for Kitty and Artie to get back together. I was going to anyways because I love me some Kartie/Wildbrams. Again I promise I'm not breaking anyone else up. I don't want to spoil anything, but I also don't want to get any hate because of the issues Brittana are going through. I just want them to feel like a real couple. So I hope you all enjoyed it and the smut at the beginning. I know what you guys like.

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-Taylor