A/N: This will be the shortest chapter, I hope
"How did you get so lucky to work at Vogue?" Blaine asked Kurt that night as they sat on the couch to eat dinner.
"Well, It started as applying for an internship. My fashion sense is impeccable. I can spot a men's fashion trend from a mile away. I know all the biggest name brands money can buy. That's why Isabelle hired me. She often consulted me on something before it went into the shoot. And after being there for awhile she bumped me up. We call them fashion designers at the office. We're the people who determine what the models where with what and the additional accessories we want to add before they go out into the shoot. I love doing it."
"That's so wonderful. I wish I could say the same about my job."
"What do you do?"
"I just work at the Spotlight." Blaine looked down at his plate.
"That's not enough to make a living. How did you get to Las Vegas? How are you able to keep this place?"
"My ex and I lived here together. We set a payment on our honeymoon to go to Las Vegas. After the breakup he gave me the trip and the apartment; being nice enough to know that I didn't have the money. I never bothered getting a real job because I thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives with each other. He even told me that one of us should be prepared to be the house husband; the house father. I was the one to sign up. This was when we were job hunting." Blaine let out a little chuckle after the last sentence, "I'm so stupid. Gullible. Pathetic."
"No you're not. You were in love. Love makes you do foolish things."
"Even more foolish than marrying a stranger?"Blaine asked.
"You know, we keep calling ourselves strangers but over these past couple days we've really gotten to know each other."
"Strangers at the time." Blaine corrected.
"I'm sorry. You're lucky I moved in. You'd be living out on the streets. I guess the card dealer got it wrong. Marrying you and keeping this relationship was for the better."
"Thank you, but you mustn't. You are my guest-"
"No I'm not. I'm your husband. I'm forced to live with you because of my stupid friends!" Kurt protested.
"You were the one to agree! I just went along!" Blaine argued back.
"You didn't have to!"
"Really?" Blaine asked, angered by Kurt's words.
"We're not fighting again!"
"Looks like we are!"
"You didn't have to except the proposal. I just suggested how fun it would've been and what we might learn!" Kurt pushed it on, avoiding his own words.
"I said I did not want to do it at first!" Blaine yelled.
"But yet you were persuaded to do so." Kurt growled, "By me!"
"You know what!" Blaine stood up, plate in hand, "I really agree with you! Let's not fight!" He walked over to put his dirty dish in the sink.
"You just can't admit you lost this argument!" Kurt yelled back at him.
Blaine clutched the sink and looked down into it, "This is not going to work out." He whispered harshly. Kurt fell silent, "I'm sorry." Blaine closed his eyes in fear.
"Agreed." Kurt finally said after what felt like an eternal silence.
"Tomorrow. We'll go to the courthouse. Ask for the papers and do as we're told and given." Blaine said, "I'll wake you up."
"I'll be ready."
