Title taken from the song of the same name by Tomorrow x Together. Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or TXT.


Do you even want to marry me?

He remembered thinking: Of course I do.

What he said instead was: Maybe I don't!

I will never forgive you for this.

He would never forgive himself either.


If it had been quiet, Blaine could've sworn he heard the second his heart shattered into pieces.

It was the same second Kurt walked out of his life.

Maybe forever.

Forever. What a stupid word.

Our hands were made to hold each other, fearlessly and forever.

God he was such an idiot. They were barely together when he proposed. Hell, they were broken up when he bought the ring. Of course Kurt didn't wanna marry him.

He had never felt like such a failure.


In another part of New York City, Kurt Hummel was willing himself to not break down.

He lasted five minutes.

"Elliot?" he frantically knocked on the door.

His voice was wrecked from all the crying.

"Kurt?" the door swung open, revealing Elliot.

For some reason, Kurt knew Elliot would give him the answer he needed.

"I fucked up." His voice was hoarse. If only Rachel could see him now.

"What'd you do?" Elliot asked, stepping aside and letting Kurt in.

"God, what didn't I do? I fought with him, I kept all my feelings bottled up..." he hesitated before adding, "I told him I don't wanna get married."

Elliot didn't need to ask who he was.

"Do you?" Kurt looked up. "Want to get married, I mean," Elliot clarified.

"I do," both men knew the significance those words held.

"Then fix it."

Kurt didn't need to be told twice.


Empty.

That's how Blaine felt.

Three words were all it took to hollow him out. To make him a shell of the man he once was.

He didn't even remember getting back to the apartment.

Half of him hoped Kurt wouldn't be there. The bigger half hoped he was.

He wasn't.

The apartment was as empty as Blaine felt inside.

How do we move on from this?

Where do I even go?

Surely he couldn't stay there anymore. Kurt had made it obvious he didn't want Blaine.

With a sigh, Blaine packed a bag. His clothes and belongings now being stored in two simple suitcases whereas before, they plagued the apartment.

He was one foot out the door when Kurt came running back. Literally.


Kurt had never been so glad he took up running.

He was so scared he hadn't made it in time.

"Blaine," he breathed, then he stopped.

Blaine looked like someone had run him over.

"I already packed my stuff so you don't have to worry about it."

"Blaine," he sounded desperate.

He took one step forward, Blaine took one back.

All the air rushed out of his lungs.

Is this it? Is it over?

No.

"Blaine," he tried one more time. Something must've resonated because Blaine finally looked up.

Hazel met blue, and in that moment, Kurt knew they were going to be alright.

"I want to marry you," he hesitated. Blaine noticed.

"You don't have to lie to me, Kurt." Blaine sounded so defeated. Kurt hated that it was all his fault.

"I'm not lying. Not now. I lied before when I said I didn't want to. I do, but I'm scared. Terrified, actually," he admitted. It felt so good to finally let it go. "I'm scared that I can't be what you want," he continued. "I love you so much, Blaine. But I feel so pressured. School's been kicking my ass, it feels like we're rushing the wedding, and I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know what to do with myself. I don't know how to be what you need." Kurt ducked his head.

Blaine's face softened. He could never stay mad for too long, especially at Kurt.

"Why didn't you just tell me, Kurt?" His voice was so soft, Kurt almost questioned if he had imagined it.

"We both know I'm not good at asking for help, Blaine." Kurt had never been good at opening up to others, Blaine berated himself for not reminding himself of the fact. "Come back to me. Please?" Kurt pleaded. He hated that Blaine was so far away from him.

He hated even more that it was his doing.

"I'll always come back to you, Kurt." Blaine let go of the suitcases, stepping closer to Kurt until they were almost touching. Almost.

Blaine reached out and tipped Kurt's chin up until their eyes met.

"You have to communicate with me. You can't just let it all bottle up and explode."

Kurt nodded, and inhaled. "I think I should go to therapy. I've been thinking about it for a while. Lately everything's been bothering me and it's not fair to you. It's not fair to either of us, or our relationship."

Kurt was determined to make it work, he was never going to let Blaine go.

"I think it'll be good for you. Hell, maybe I should go too." Blaine opened his mouth, as if to add something else, and promptly closed it.

"Hey," Kurt's voice was soft, his tone playful, "what happened to communicating?"

For the first time in a few weeks, Blaine laughed.

"If I remember correctly, I said that you had to communicate with me. Not the other way around." Blaine teased.

"Ah but if I remember correctly, we had a talk about how you had to talk to me when you were feeling insecure, remember?" Kurt replied.

Oh, he remembered all right.

That talk had been right before they had an amazing breakthrough, followed by some amazing sex.

"What do you think about couples' therapy?" Blaine blurted before he could stop himself.

Kurt hummed. "I think that's an amazing idea."


It was the best idea they ever had.

The room was full of joy as everyone cheered on the newlyweds.

And as Blaine looked around at all the happy faces, and stared into the eyes of the love of his life, he thought to himself:

I have never felt so full.


A/N: Hey guys, I know it's been a while. I've had major writer's block and last night, I couldn't sleep and this came to me. I promise I'm already working on the next chapter for We Have An Announcement To Make. Unfortunately, I just started college this week so it may be another while before I publish that. In the meantime, enjoy this little drabble of Klaine angst.