Oh My God...

I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry!

I suffered from a MAJOR writer's block with his fic and I had to make a decision about something and it took me FOREVER! I rewrote this chapter like... five times before I thought that it was something I could put on.

shaky breath*

Alright so...

I can't say anything else about the delay...

But I can say YEY FOR NEW YORK!

And if you haven't, go search Klaine Skit, Kiss :) (My favorite before Dublin, July 3rd was definitely London or New York. Each time).

Sorry again!

Diclaimer: I do not own Glee

Limit

Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight

-Candles, Hey Monday

I miss you, babe. Come home soon? The bed is so big without you here with me.

Cheesiest. Text. Ever.

No answer.

45 minutes later:

This is Kurt, leave a message.

"Shit," Blaine mumbled as he hit the red button to end the call. He didn't want to look at the clock, he knew what time it was and seeing the numbers would just make him angry. Anger wouldn't take him anywhere.

But it was late and the other side of the bed was still empty. If Blaine had been engaged to anyone else, this would be the time when he called his friends to ask them to spy on his fiancé to make sure there was no one else. However, Blaine was engaged to Kurt Hummel. He had absolutely no doubt of where his boyfriend was.

He'll be pissed.

He'll deny the whole thing.

But he might listen.

You know he won't.

It could be a wake up call for him...

After a couple of more minutes of debating with himself, Blaine got off the bed and put on the first jeans and shirt that he found from the closet.

"I'm sorry, we're clo... Blaine!"

"Should I be concerned about the fact that your door isn't locked and it's like... 2 am?" Blaine asked, stepping into his fiancé's store.

"Oh geez, I totally forgot, I was bit by the inspiration bug," Kurt replied

"Not the only thing you forgot, I see," Blaine said, eying the untouched bagel on Kurt's desk.

"Yeah, you know, I bought it, didn't eat it right away and then it got saggy. You know how it is, you can't leave a bagel with mayo anywhere, especially in this heat. I'll eat leftovers when I get home," Kurt said. His focus was back on the sketches in front of him.

"And when were you planning on getting home, exactly?"

"When I'm done. Why are you here, by the way? Not that I'm not always happy to see you but I thought you had an early morning tomorrow. Or, today, I guess."

"I sent you a message about an hour ago. You didn't answer, I started to worry. Couldn't sleep," Blaine explained matter of factly. He was looking at pictures that covered the walls of Kurt's little shop. There were drawings of his most beloved creations next to photos of the complete thing. There was a whole collage dedicated to the dress Kurt had made for Rachel. Opinions about the gown had split, no one had given it an average rating. One thing was for sure. It had given him a name. "Do you think you'll be done anytime soon?"

"Within an hour. Oh wow, you called, too! Blaine, I'm so sorry. You know how I get when I start drawing. It's just like when you start reading Harry Potter," Kurt said.

"Yeah, well... Harry Potter doesn't make me forget to eat. Kurt, this the third time this week you've worked pass midnight. I don't think you've slept for more than four hours per night for months. And you've lost weight, Kurt. I know you have."

Blaine watched as Kurt drew one more line on his latest dress. Then he lifted his gaze to meet his boyfriend's. "I'm just breaking into the business. I have to make sacrifices."

"So your solution was to sacrifice sleeping and eating? I want you to succeed more than anyone but this isn't healthy! Even Mercedes noticed that you..."

"Wait. You've talked to Mercedes about this? What, so you just got together and shared your views with each other?"

"Don't turn this around, Kurt," Blaine warned. "We are allowed to be worried about you, we love you!"

"I don't need you to be worried about me, I need you to know I'm doing this for us!"

"I'm sorry, I fail to see how you working yourself to the bone benefits our relationship," Blaine said. Even he was surprised of the tone he used.

Kurt glared. "Watch yourself or this is going to turn into a full blown fight."

"Well, you know what? Good. Maybe we need to fight." Screw anger management.

"And how is that going to benefit our relationship?"

"I'm trying to make you see reason, Kurt! And if fighting is the only way to make you see it then fine, let's fight."

"Blaine, you can't just..."

"What? I can't just what? Love you enough to confront you about your eating and sleeping habits?" Blaine cut Kurt off.

"You can't come and lecture me about them while I am working!" Kurt blew up. "I don't come to your office in the middle of a meeting and wash your hair free of the gel you still, after all these years, wear way too much of!"

"Yeah, because you can compare your health and my hair." Oh, the sarcasm.

"That's not the point, Blaine, the point is that I am busy and this could have waited until I came home."

Blaine let out a little, humorless laugh. "I needed to do something a little more dramatic to get your attention. Because that's the only way to get your attention these days, with drama! You' re wasting so much time on the wedding that..."

"Wasting? Wasting? Well excuse me! First of all, we have been through this, this is supposed to be a once in a life time thing and I, for one, want it to be everything I always dreamed it would be! And I am wasting my time on it so that it will be like that for you, too!"

"You need to know where the limit is. This is just like with the invitations..."

"That was months ago! And I only ended up making 60! I know where the limit is!"

"No you don't if you're still working at 2 am in the morning! You can't do everything and you clients should understand that! Is it too much to ask to just have one day with you without you being... so..."

"So...?"

"Perfect! Kurt, you haven't relaxed in forever and it's starting to wear me down. I worry about you all the time and it's affecting my work! I do have an early morning and yet, here I freaking am!"

"You can't blame me, I sure as hell didn't ask you to come and ambush me in the middle of the night!" Kurt said. "You could be home, sleeping..."

"God damn it, Kurt!" Blaine yelled. He felt a mix of guilt and satisfaction when he saw Kurt jump. "I love you more than anything on this entire planet, you cannot think it's a bad thing that I worry about you! It's just... It's not fair!"

Lame.

Kurt seemed to be a little lost with how to reply so Blaine used this opportunity to dig into his bag. He took out a sandwich he had hastily put together before leaving the apartment. "Here," he said. "I'll... see you later then." The fight was out of him, he had made his point. "You know. I used to think it was cute. The way you get pissed and pouty when you're hungry."

The little bell clang and he was out.

The noises in New York never really quieted down, they just changed. If you sat in the middle of the city with a blindfold on, you would be able to tell what time of the day it was by what you hear. Night time New York was not Blaine's favorite. He was careful enough to know not to put on earplugs and listen to music so there was nothing to block out the drunken madness, sirens or fighting.

So during the night, the good things couldn't be heard. They had to be seen. A young couple going home after the guy has taken the girl dancing and for a late dinner. An elderly man, brave enough to take his little, white dog out now that the July heat has cooled down a bit. A group of girls, laughing their heads off about something one of them had said.

All of these cliché things would had been there if Blaine had looked around. But he firmly kept his eyes on the ground, trying to stop the burning frustration from coming out as he would surely just break something if he started kicking an innocent fire hydrant. He was walking slowly since he didn't really want to go back to the empty apartment. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep before Kurt was safely...

"Blaine!"

An angel singing next to him could not sound more beautiful than that.

Blaine turned around just in time to have a hugfull of Kurt in his arms. The young designer nearly knocked him down but fortunately Blaine managed to keep his footing.

The laughing girls paused to say 'aww' at the sight of them.

"I'm sorry..." Kurt's voice was small. The fight was out of him, too. "I'm so sorry, you're absolutely right. I'm not being fair. I'm sorry, Blaine, I'm so sorry..."

"I'm sorry, too," Blaine said. "I didn't come here to start a fight..."

"No," Kurt interrupted as he pulled away. He kept his hands on Blaine's shoulders. "No, it's for the best, you knocked sense into me. I can't believe I... Gosh, why didn't you say anything sooner? Because Blaine, I have been horrible! We haven't even had... Oh God, since before Mercedes came... Blaine! I am the worst fiancé ever! I haven't been home, I've neglected so much and you... you have to wake up in three hours!"

Blaine couldn't help but feel a little happy about the tears in Kurt's eyes. Call him as selfish as you want but yes, while he mostly just wanted Kurt to take care of himself, he also liked sex and sleeping and he missed both. "Well..." he said after a short silence. "If there's anything good about all this, our wedding will be spectacular."

Kurt chuckled.

"But, right now, what do you say you lock the door, firmly, and we go home and go to bed and go to sleep? Sound like a plan?"

"Don't be so nice to me after the way I've treated you," Kurt whined. "My heart is going to burst if you keep making me fall in love with you over and over and over again."

Blaine smiled. "I love you, too. Now go lock the door."

Close your eyes and knock.

Blaine frowned at the post-it that was on their apartment door. Honestly, he was so tired he was afraid if he closed his eyes, he'd fall asleep right there and then.

Sighing, Blaine decided to do as he was told. He yawned as he knocked three times and was grateful that Kurt answered the door so quickly it was clear he had been waiting.

"Welcome home!"

"Don't you sound enthusiastic," Blaine commented when Kurt took a hold of his hand.

"Well, I have a surprise for you," Kurt said. "Keep your eyes closed."

"Alright but if this surprise includes Wes and David then I honestly don't know if I'm up for it right now," Blaine said.

"Pfft, as if those two could have stayed quiet for this long," Kurt pointed out and Blaine had to agree. "No, this is a much more silent surprise and I'll let you go to bed right after you've seen it."

"So it doesn't require taking out?" Blaine asked. He had heard the little twinge of guilt in Kurt's voice.

"We are not getting a puppy, Blaine." Okay, the guilt was gone. Now Kurt's voice was just stern.

"Not even a chihuahua..?"

"Open!"

Blaine wondered briefly how many times he would have to close his eyes for one of Kurt's wedding surprises before he realized what he was looking at. Two suits that looked identical when you first saw them but when you've managed to get over how gorgeous they are you start seeing the little individual details in each one.

"Kurt..."

"So... You like them?" Kurt asked carefully. "Be honest, I can make changes."

"They... They... They are beautiful..."

"You mean it?"

Kurt's arms wormed their way around Blaine's waist from behind.

"Yeah, absolutely, don't change a thing!" Blaine said. "Did you use Dalton colors on mine?" Because he knew which one was his.

"Just as a decorative detail, nothing else. I can't believe they still haven't updated that uniform, they are so many ways to improve that blazer..."

"You love the blazer," Blaine said. He translated Kurt's silence to 'yes, yes I do.' "Is that pasta I smell?"

"Oh yeah... I'm making dinner. I have to be able to actually fill the suit that I made for myself or it will look like I'm drowning in it." Blaine raised his eyebrows. "I didn't notice, it wasn't intentional. The weight-lost. So please, don't worry about that. I don't have a... Not any kind..."

"You're absolutely, 100 percent sure?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, let's make a pact, alright? No more 20 hour workdays. No more stressing about the wedding. We're both in this. So whatever comes next, the flowers, the venue, the seating plan... Tell me. And we'll walk through it together. Just like we planned all along, right?"

"Right."

"Okay. So... What does come next, exactly?" Blaine asked.

"Well..." Kurt said with a little sparkle in his eyes. "It's around the time we should start thinking about where we want to spend the honeymoon..."

AN: "You love the blazer."

Seriously, if you haven't... YouTube, Klaine skit. Go, shoo!

Although, quite honestly... With all the excitement it has inspired just here in FF, I don't know how anyone could ignore the awesomeness that is the Klaine skit :)

Bye for now and sorry again!