[I didn't write for Day 4 and Day 5 so this is already Day 6.]

The theme was Angst, so… Mentions of cheating, talk about divorce, not a happy marriage (and life), miserable things like that. Sometimes when you love your OTP very much you just want to make them suffer, you know?

Blaine is still in love with Sebastian.

Blaine still thinks nobody looks as handsome in a suit as Sebastian. He still shivers when their fingers accidentally brush – it's always accidental nowadays. He still smiles when he hears Sebastian sing quietly as he does his tie – he doesn't ask Blaine to help him with it anymore.

Sebastian doesn't love him anymore.

There's a hickey on Sebastian's neck, just above his collarbone. It isn't a secret anymore; a few weeks ago Blaine found condoms in Sebastian's jeans. Blaine doesn't remember the last time they had sex. Sebastian didn't even try to come up with a lie – for a friend, Blaine –, just nodded and stared at Blaine, silent and waiting, his eyes exhausted and sad.

"Who gave you this one?" Blaine asks, his tone empty. He doesn't have any strength left to be angry.

"I don't know his name." There's no emotion in Sebastian's voice either. Blaine would want to slap him if he seemed annoyed, but Sebastian sounds like he doesn't care. It makes Blaine feel like there is nothing he can do.

There is nothing left.

"Don't you find your husband attractive anymore, Sebastian?"

They don't call each other 'husband' anymore; they stopped that a long time ago. The word feels strange on Blaine's tongue. Bitter. Like a lie.

Sebastian could laugh. He could tell Blaine 'No, I don't'. He could leave without a word.

It couldn't hurt any more than it already does.

"Do you want to fuck?" Sebastian's smile is gentle, almost sweet. But it's not that old smile of his, the smile that made Blaine feel so absolutely loved. It's the way someone smiles at a beggar or a sick child. It's pity.

Blaine isn't sure. But then he thinks; why not?

It doesn't work.

It feels wrong. Not the way Sebastian feels, still familiar and missed so terribly; his warm skin under Blaine's tentative, trembling fingertips, the stubble on his jaw, the coffee-bitter taste of his lips. But Sebastian doesn't tell Blaine how beautiful or sexy he thinks his husband is, doesn't promise Blaine that he will make him beg for his cock, doesn't call him baby or sunshine. He doesn't even look at Blaine's face.

It's the same body, but not the same person. This Sebastian is nothing but a stranger to Blaine; this person doesn't love him.

There is a twist of something in Blaine's stomach as Sebastian leans back and Blaine sees the hickey. Something burning and horrible, a painful flash of anger and jealousy. Blaine wants to sink his teeth into Sebastian's neck, wants to make his own mark. He wants to try to make Sebastian his again.

But he knows it doesn't work like that.

There are tears sliding down his cheeks now, and Blaine knows there is no way he can hide them from Sebastian. He cries sometimes in the shower or when he is making breakfast, when it suddenly hits him how fucking unhappy he is, but Sebastian is never there to see him.

Sebastian shifts away from him and Blaine catches sight of his groin; his boxer is tight but there is no bulge. Blaine wonders if Sebastian just softened when he realized Blaine is crying or maybe he didn't even get hard at all for Blaine.

Blaine isn't hard either.

Blaine rolls onto his side, away from Sebastian. He stares at the wall, his visions blurry. He feels mortified and humiliated and he can't do anything but lie there and wait for Sebastian to politely leave the room. To go out and fuck a pretty young twink at some fancy gay club.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian whispers, and he does sound sorry. Blaine feels Sebastian's palm on his back, the touch not comforting but at least not uncomfortable either. It's just there. That's how their whole relationship is now. They are just there, living in the same house, wearing their rings. They don't even fight. They don't even know each other anymore. Maybe if they had friends they would notice that they are no longer as happy as they used to be – they are no longer happy at all –, but they don't have. Not anymore. They all drifted away, and it's only the two of them now, alone together in their misery. "I didn't want this to… to end like this."

Blaine can't stifle the terrified sob and he buries his face into his pillow, the pillow that used to smell like a mixture of his and Sebastian's shampoo but it now only smells like Blaine.

"We can have a divorce if you want to. I will give you all the money you need. You can have the house. I don't care. It's not like we have kids or even dogs, a divorce wouldn't be complicated for us."

"No, you can have the house, Sebastian."

You two will have the coziest love nest, Blaine's mother said so many years ago Blaine isn't sure anymore it wasn't just a dream as Sebastian helped her carry the armchair up the stairs and Blaine giggled into his palm and Sebastian winked at him, his smile wide and full of love.

He hopes his mom can't see them from heaven or wherever she is now. He hopes she still believes that her little boy got his happy ending.

Blaine always feels cold nowadays, no matter how many layers of clothing he wears or how hard he presses his back against the radiator. He doesn't dare to pull on Sebastian's soft, cosy cardigans anymore, because he is afraid he would seem desperate to Sebastian. He doesn't ask Sebastian to wrap his strong arms around him or to make him a steaming mug of pea soup – because once upon a time Sebastian liked to cuddle up with his husband with two mugs of soup to warm them up, Sebastian reading a novel, glasses on, Blaine searching for songs his glee club could sing, and sometimes Sebastian leaned down to nuzzle Blaine's curls and Blaine laughed as he reached out to take Sebastian's hand into his own.

Blaine finally broke down one rainy afternoon, crying into Sebastian's bathrobe pathetically because I can't do this anymore, I can't, I hate my fucking job so much, my students are full of hope and plans, they want to be stars, they want Broadway and Top 40. Like I was when I was a boy and look what I am now. Nobody. Nothing.

And Sebastian murmured into his ear that he can quit, he can stay at home, because they have money, and once upon a time Blaine would have been horribly offended, but the idea of being dependent on his husband stopped being unpleasant a long time ago.

Blaine has no dignity or pride left. What should he be proud of? He couldn't achieve anything. He got a bunch of solos and Kurt in high school, but what do they matter now?

Sebastian isn't his either anymore.

Blaine's head hurts from the crying and he knows his face must look messy and ugly, his eyes puffy and his skin red and blotchy, but he turns to look at Sebastian anyway. He doesn't care about looking pretty in front of Sebastian.

"Did you get bored of me?" Blaine sneers, hating himself for still feeling a flicker of emotion. Sometimes he thinks there is only a hole left in his chest, yet his heart aches now, heavy and sharp. "Because I'm nothing compared to you? Because you are a State's Attorney and I'm your useless little househusband? Because I am useless to you; you don't love me, you don't fuck me, you don't even eat at home or ask me to iron your shirts. I'm a stranger you don't have the heart to kick out."

Sebastian's lips twist into an unpleasant caricature of a smile.

"I'm not a good person when I'm a State's Attorney. Dad wasn't either, so I shouldn't have expected anything else." Sebastian sounds weary, like an old man on his death bed and in that moment it doesn't even feel like an overdramatic simile. Blaine feels another tear slide down his nose as he turns away. The wall is white and Blaine suddenly remembers that they wanted to paint it blue a few years ago. They wanted so many things… "You used to make me feel like I was a good person. I thought I'm a good husband and it made me feel like I'm worth something. But now I'm… I'm not a good person in any way. I don't love you anymore, and I cheat on you, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Blaine. I can't even look in the mirror anymore. I just… I don't see where we could go from here, you know? I don't see where I could go, but… But you could find someone. Be happy with him. You deserve to be happy, Blaine."

Blaine scoffs. He wonders if the words should make him feel hopeful. They don't.

"I don't even remember how it feels to be happy anymore, Sebastian."

Guilt and shame spills all over Sebastian's face and Blaine thinks there are tears in his eyes too. Blaine smiles bitterly.

It's just the way human beings work; they fall out of love, get bored of each other all the time. This is what happens to more than fifty percent of marriages; they end in divorce. And if not, they stay together only because of the kids or the house. Love is not eternal, no matter what the songs Blaine used to sing tell to those that don't know better yet. Love doesn't even last for a lifetime. It's only Blaine who still has love in his heart for his husband and then what is the point of their marriage?

"So, Blaine, do you want a divorce? If you want it, if you think you could be happier…"

His husband doesn't love Blaine Anderson-Smythe anymore, but at least he is still there.

What would Blaine Anderson have?

Could he be happier? Could he find someone else? Who would want him?

"I don't know, Sebastian… I don't know."