Chapter 21

One day, Blaine came home from work to find Kurt crying silently on the couch.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Blaine rushed forward, dropping his satchel and taking a seat next to Kurt.

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm happy actually," Kurt said, wiping at his cheeks. "I just remembered coming out to my dad and few other moments with him and how great he was. I got to give a call."

"Oh, that's great," Blaine said, leaning over to kiss Kurt on the temple. Then, "Wait, were your napping, or did remember…"

"When I was awake," Kurt said with a grin. "It was kinda like a daydream. I was just sitting here, kinda zoning out, and boom, there it was."

"That's amazing, Kurt," Blaine said with another kiss. "That's got to be positive progress."

"Yeah," Kurt said around a chuckle. Then, quieter, teasing, "Want to celebrate."

Blaine bit his lip and nodded. "You're why everyone school thinks I'm sick, because I'm not getting enough sleep."

Kurt pressed a series of kisses across Blaine's jaw and then to the corner of his lips. "I can't help it if I'm irresistible."

Blaine moaned. "I love it when you're forward."

"I love it when you do that thing with your tongue… you know what I'm talking about."

"Hmm, I might have to try a few things to be sure which one is your favorite," Blaine said back.

Neither felt that there was time to get to the bedroom, but the living room floor did them just fine.

…

"What did you just say?" Kurt snapped.

"Nothing," Blaine replied, putting some dirty dishes in the sink.

"No, you muttered something under your breath. Obviously, you have something to say," Kurt said, and then, really sarcastically, "Please speak up."

"Okay," Blaine said, turning sharply around from the sink to eye down his husband. "You want to know what I said. I think this whole magazine thing came at a real inopportune time."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It just seems interesting that you decided on a big career switch, one with no steady income, when we were looking into adoption," Blaine was with a one-shouldered shrug.

"This magazine has been my dream for years," Kurt said, putting a hand to his chest, and obviously disgusted. "And you're trying to find some dark meaning behind it when I finally found the friends and the balls to actually do it."

Blaine put his hands up defensively. "I'm just calling it how I see it."

"Well, you should get your eyes checked."

"Oh, yeah, that was clever."

"You know what, Blaine, just shut up," Kurt said, turning away from Blaine, and a taking a step towards leaving the kitchen.

"Look, you were the one who wanted to know what I said," Blaine called after him.

Kurt turned on his heel. "And you were the one who said it in the first place."

"Well, it just seems off to be. We decided to start saving up, and I was taking more hours after school for detention and extracurriculars, so we could have money to have a place that we could have a child."

"And you don't think I want that?" Kurt protested.

"You're not contributing towards it," Blaine said.

"How dare you!" Kurt said, his voice on the edge of hysteria. "How dare you try to taint this one thing I have that makes me feel accomplished. I got turned down by NYADA. I go to auditions all the time and barely ever get a callback. With the magazine, I can succeed for once." He got quieter then, "You wouldn't understand. You go perform at an open mic night and end with a fan club and fifteen phone numbers—"

"Don't turn this into a comparison between you and me. I don't want to hear any of this'alpha gay' shit you bring up every time you're upset. I'm with you. I chose you."

"You don't seem too happy with me at the moment."

"Maybe that's because I'm not!"

And that's when Kurt snapped back into reality. He had been lying on the living room floor, still naked after frankly fabulous sex with his husband. He had been half awake and staring at the ceiling, that just came to him, fresh and raw. He felt out of breathe, even though he hadn't been actually crying and yelling. It was different from the other bad memories he had, because those ones, even though they scared him, didn't feel so close.

Kurt rolled over and stood up, searching out his underwear and pants from where they had been strewn elsewhere on the floor. Blaine stirred from what had been his sleep at the absence of Kurt's warmth.

"Hey, what's up?" and then catching a view of Kurt's distraught face, "What's wrong?"

"It's just," Kurt started, and then paused. He finished buttoning his pants— and Blaine was now scrambling with his clothes now that one of them was partially dressed— and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why would you say those things?"

"What things? What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, almost desperately.

"That I wasn't contributing to us, that the magazine came at a suspiciously inconvenient time," Kurt voice got higher, "that you weren't happy with me."

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine said, his voice raw. Now he looked pretty devastated too. "I—I didn't mean those things."

"It sounded like it though." Kurt had his arms wrapped around himself and seemed to curl into himself a bit. "I never heard you talk like that before."

"I'm sorry, Kurt. You know I am."

"Do I?" Kurt said around a sad kind of laugh. "Seems like I barely know you."

"Please, don't be like that," Blaine said, coming close to Kurt and reaching out. Kurt moved out of range.

"How I am supposed to know you. I barely remember you. I've only known you for a few weeks. The only things I have remembered about you was meeting you than this."

"We married," Blaine said, "Married people fight sometimes, when their stressed out."

"I know, I know." Kurt ran a finger through his hair and started to pace. "I know, I heard my parents fight when I was little, even as they tried to hide it. It just… it still hurts. Everything seemed so ideal here, between us… I just, we resolved this right? Tell me how we resolved it."

"Kurt," Blaine said, his voice cracking. He was leaning against the wall and honestly looked close to tears. "After that fight, you went on drive to cool down, and that's when you got in the accident that put you in a coma, that made me think I was going to lose you, and made you lose your memories."

Kurt just stared at Blaine.

"We never got a chance to resolve it. But I am sorry for what I said that hurt you."

"You mentioned a fight," Kurt said after a prolonged silence. "You mentioned that we had gotten into a fight back when I woke up at the hospital."

"I did."

"Why didn't you explain then?"

"You didn't know who I was," Blaine said. "How was I supposed to explain the complexities of our relationship?"

"It makes sense. Everything you're saying makes sense," Kurt said. He was motioning with his hands in the air, but not at Blaine, but for himself. "But it still stands that the fight was never resolved."

"It would've been resolved. I promise you that. It would've been okay. We would've been okay."

"How do I know that, though?" Kurt said. He wasn't trying to argue; he was really just that shaken up. "I didn't recognize the you that was in that flash I just got. And I didn't recognize me either."

"It wasn't one of my better moments," Blaine said. "I'm not proud, and I'm not usually like that. Neither are you. We're usually better at communication."

Kurt ran a hand through his hair again. "I need to just… think about everything for a while."

Aki- Writing a fight between Klaine is Hard! Seriously. I wanted it to be two-sided though, and I am not sure if I accomplished that, but yeah. Here it is. I guess this is a cliffhanger? But who am I kidding, you know Klaine is going to be alright.