Chapter Four
I know most of you thought I abandoned this story, but I haven't.
As you remember I was pregnant myself, and had complications, but my daughter is here safe and is three months old.
So now that I'm out of some of the haze of no sleep, I'm going to continue this story.
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In the weeks following the girls' births things seemed to be strained between Kurt and Blaine, Kurt was exhausted, and Blaine was stretched thin between taking care of Christopher and school. They fought more in the first week the babies were home than in their entire relationship. It took Kurt a while to heal, so getting up and caring for the babies was hard for him, so instead of one of them not getting any sleep, neither of them did. Blaine didn't remember any of this from Christopher, he was in a coma the first 3.5 months of his life. He did what he could to help Kurt, but most of the time it ended in an argument, and one or both of them slamming a door. Their parents tried to help, Kurt didn't want anyone helping him, and Blaine himself most of the time was sent away from the nursery. Blaine spent more time at school, in study groups, out with friends, anything to keep from going home to what he now called "the war zone". The twins were three months old, and in the midst of colic, and Christopher was starting the terrible twos. Blaine couldn't concentrate at the house, so he usually stayed late at the library on campus, Kurt was envious. He had yet to be able to start school, they had moved back to Lima, not that it had helped much Blaine thought, as Kurt wouldn't accept any that night when Blaine walked through the door at eleven, Kurt was picking up the toys left over from Christopher in the livingroom. He looked up at Blaine and glared, but didn't say a word and went back to picking up the cars. Blaine sighed and sat his bag down on the hall table and went into the kitchen to start the dishwasher for him.
"Why were you so late today?" Kurt asked.
Blaine rolled his eyes, not where Kurt could see, "I have a paper due next week, if I want to pass I have to get a good grade".
He heard Kurt tossing toys around more roughly, "Finn saw you at the bar last night, so tell me, what paper could you be writing that causes you to have to go to a BAR BLAINE!"
Blaine spun around and eyed his husband, "what are you accusing me of here Kurt? Because I'm trying my best and nothing I do is EVER good enough for you. YES I went to the bar, I needed to relax".
Kurt threw a toy in his hand across the room, it narrowly missing Blaine's head. Blaine shot him a look, he couldn't believe they had come to this, bitter people at only 18. Kurt looked at him, angry tears in his eyes, "you don't think I want to RELAX? I'm here all day with three babies, I'm up most of the night with two of them. YOU get to leave, YOU get to have a fucking life BLAINE!"
"YOU wanted this Kurt! You BEGGED ME for another damn kid, you couldn't just be happy with the one we had could you? MY kid wasn't good enough for you, well I'm sorry you feel this way".
He grabbed his jacket and his keys, hearing Kurt hollering after him, "where are you going Blaine?"
He grabbed the door handle and turned and looked over his shoulder, "anywhere but here".
He then opened the door, letting it close behind him as he got in his car and drove off. Kurt had his hand on the door, disbelieving that Blaine just walked out. The anger soon left him, an empty lonely feeling replaced it. He slid down the wall, his face in his hands, this was all his fault, he pushed Blaine into having more kids when he didn't want to. Christopher was an accident, Kurt chose to ruin their lives with the twins. He got up and walked into the nursery, watching the two beautiful babies sleep, he looked around with tears in his eyes, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry", he whispered.
Blaine showed up at his mom's apartment a half hour later, shaking and crying. He only told her some of what happened and she quickly shook her head.
"Blaine, I know school is hard, but you have to remember you're married. You need to remember Kurt had dreams too, he had things he wanted to do and he's not doing them right now".
Blaine shook his head cutting her off, "he wanted another kid, he chose this, I didn't".
"Blaine Christopher Anderson, you wanted those babies just as much as he did. I don't want to ever hear you talk that way again, do you understand me? Now I already called Carole, she went and got Christopher and the girls. I want you to go home, and I want you to apologize, I want you both to get a full night's sleep. I bet, when you wake up tomorrow, things will look a lot better okay?"
Blaine nodded and soon left, driving back home, and walked through the door quietly. The toys were all put up, the house was quiet, and their bedroom door was closed. He leaned against it, hearing Kurt's sobs through the wood. He closed his eyes against the tears, and knocked lightly before opening the door.
"Kurt?"