Day 10: Two Is Better Than One

A/N: I'm going to apologize in advance for getting angsty on you. This chapter takes place during Kurt and Blaine's breakup scene in S6 Ep 1. If it makes you feel any better, I think I give them a better outcome than the writers did.

"Do you even want this wedding? Do you even want to marry me?"

"Maybe I don't!"

Kurt stared at the empty seat across from him as the rain poured down outside the covered patio of the restaurant. What had he done? Where had those words even come from? Sure, things had been strained between them the past few months. Ever since all of their friends dispersed and left Kurt and Blaine more or less alone in New York, something had shifted. They both felt it.

Neither of them had dealt with it particularly well. Most of their communication consisted of bickering and arguing over petty matters. Eventually, Kurt shut down, and Blaine threw himself into wedding planning as if nothing was changing. With one of them pulling forward and one of them pulling back, the cord between them was bound to snap sooner or later.

A thousand memories flew through Kurt's head, from seeing Blaine in his Warbler blazer the day they met right up until five minutes ago when he had destroyed everything with a single sentence. Now he sat alone, finally having the space he told himself he'd been craving – and he instantly knew he didn't want it.

Throwing a $20 on the table, he grabbed his coat and rushed out of the restaurant. Blaine was probably on his way home, and he had a head start. Kurt needed to get there as quickly as possible before Blaine could do something awful like pack a bag and leave. He tried to hail a taxi, but with the pouring rain, that was an impossibility. So, he started walking briskly toward the nearest subway station. He was so focused on getting there that he almost didn't see the dark figure sitting in a bus stop shelter, but the sound of a sob drew his attention.

"Oh, my god, Blaine," he breathed, rushing across the sidewalk and under the cover of the shelter. "Blaine," he repeated, louder this time, standing in front of his – his ex? – who had his head buried in his hands.

"Go away, Kurt," Blaine cried without looking up.

Kurt gingerly sat beside Blaine, close enough that their thighs were touching. He resisted the impulse to wrap his arms around Blaine and draw him close, fearful that the contact was unwanted.

"Blaine, I'm so, so sorry," he apologized, his voice cracking as his own tears began to fall. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it, I swear," he pleaded.

"Yes, you did," Blaine argued, lifting his head. If Kurt thought his heart had broken before, he was wrong, because the sight of Blaine in tears shattered it to pieces. "You don't want me anymore. I knew it, I just didn't want to see it."

"No, that's not true. I love you, Blaine. I love you," he insisted. He gave in and grabbed Blaine's hands, cold from the rain. "I was scared. You know me – when I feel cornered, I attack. But I was wrong. I don't want to lose you. What I said back there was stupid, and not true at all. You have to believe me."

Blaine looked at their joined hands, then held Kurt's left up between them. "This," he indicated Kurt's engagement ring, "shouldn't make you feel cornered."

Kurt sighed heavily. He knew that to some extent, Blaine had a point. Things between them weren't the way they were supposed to be. "I know, I know. Look, clearly we have some issues that we've been ignoring." Blaine scoffed derisively, but Kurt was undeterred. "I don't know exactly how to fix things right now, but I know that I want to."

Blaine stared at him hard, his hazel eyes boring into Kurt's blue ones as if he were trying to see into his soul. "Do you mean that, Kurt? Do you really, really mean it? Because if you don't, and you're just saying this out of guilt, you aren't doing either of us any favors. I need you to tell me the truth, right here, right now."

Kurt met Blaine's gaze unwaveringly. His next words might be the most important ones he ever spoke, but they flowed from him without hesitation. "You want to know what's true? It's true that I can't live without you. It's true that I love you more than anything. It's true that I want to figure this out, both of us together. You and me – that's what's true to me."

With one of them pulling forward and the other one pulling back, the cord between them was bound to snap sooner or later. Fortunately, when it broke that night, each of them caught fast to a broken end with one hand. With the other hand, they held tightly to one another. There was one cord to mend, but two strong hearts, and two is better than one.

A/N: Sorry again! Today's prompt, Two Is Better Than One by Boys like Girls is a beautiful song, but it's kind of sad, and this is what came out. Hopefully, tomorrow's song will inspire a lighter story.