Hello. It has been weeks since I have updated, but that is because I needed to finish up Go Your Own Way; read it; and I felt like nobody is reading this story anyways. But now since Go Your Own Way is finished; I repeat read it; I cannot devote all my attention to bettering this story. I hope you review/alert/favorite, otherwise I take it nobody is reading it and I will stop updating. Thank you! Happy Reading!

His phone buzzed for the 9th time that hour, but Blaine continued to ignore it. He was in no rush to talk to Kurt, or anybody for that matter. He sat alone in the bar, drinking away his sorrows. He watched as the empty beer glasses kept piling up, but he refused to stop drinking.

His phone flashed again, signifying that he had another voicemail, but again, he didn't bother to look at his phone.

"Another beer please." He asked to the bartender, who dutifully handed him another glass. He chugged it down within seconds, satisfied with the burning sensation running down his throat.

He knew that leaving Kurt in distress with the baby was a mistake, but at the moment he didn't care. He was tired of the fighting, and the arguing. He missed when things were easy and enjoyable between them, but now they could barely speak to each other without fighting. He couldn't blame Maggie for anything; he didn't have the heart to do so. He hung his head low in shame, and nearly started to cry. "Another beer please." He moaned lowly, and he got passed another full glass. He chugged down the drink in seconds.

"Blaine!" A voice said from behind him, but he didn't bother to lift his head from the bar table. "Blaine!" The voice said impatiently again.

"What?" He groaned, he was in no mood to talk to anybody.

"What are you doing man? How long have you been here?" The voice fired off questions, but Blaine didn't care. "Blaine, look at me."

He shot his head off the table, a little too fast for his head. He looked at the four images of Finn standing in front of him. He readjusted his eyes, and looked at a very worried Finn.

"What?" Blaine repeated in slurred angry words.

"I have been trying to call you for the past hour, why have you not been picking up?"

"Because I thought you were Kurt." He said simply. He checked his phone, and saw that all the missed calls were from Finn, not from Kurt. Seeing Finn being the one to call him and not Kurt stung a little.

"Well, Kurt called up Rachel crying a while ago, and told her everything, so of course I needed to come talk to you."

"Where is Kurt now?"

"At your place, Rachel is over there with him."

"Where are the girls?

"With them, everything is fine; I am just worried about you. What happened man?" He said as he sat down next to him, he signified the bartender to get him a drink.

"Fighting." He mumbled into his hands.

"We could tell something was up, the way you guys were acting at Barbara's party. Listen man, you guys are just not used to being parents, it's hard, but you guys will get through it."

"How do you know?" He snapped impatiently. "We never used to fight. Ever. Now all of a sudden we are at each other's throats, and not in the good way."

Finn sat for a moment, contemplating a response. "Well, maybe you guys just need a break from each other, you know, come stay with me for a while."

"I can't intrude upon you and Rachel's life."

"Rachel said that she is going to stay with Kurt for a while just until everything is okay. It will be just us two guys."

Blaine thought about the offer for a moment, it sounded pretty nice. He knew that they needed a break, and living with Finn would be awesome.

"What about our children?"

"We could switch off, me and Rachel already planned everything. But you two cannot be in the same building right now. It's not good for you."

"I know." He agreed darkly.

"Well then, what do you say?"

"Okay."