Hi. Sorry for the long wait. I have been working on my main story 'Go Your Own Way' and this one has just been put on the back burner. So make sure that you go read that story, but not before you read this chapter. Make sure you review and leave your thoughts. Thank You.

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"Kurt! A little help here?" Blaine was struggling holding a very wriggly Maggie, and her huge diaper bag in his arms.

"I am sorry honey; I just needed to grab something." He said as he ran past him and down the hall.

Maggie was now 7 months old and growing so fast. She was already crawling, and she was getting into everything she could get her tiny little hands on. Things were getting very hectic in Blaine and Kurt's life; almost to the point where they were arguing with each other all the time.

"We have to get going now if we are ever going to make it to Barbara's birthday party!" Blaine said impatiently. Kurt had spent the last hour trying to figure out what to wear, and fixing his hair, and doing god knows what else while in the bathroom.

"Just a second!"

"You said that 20 minutes ago! We are going to be late!" Blaine set down Maggie on the floor, and banged on the bathroom door. Kurt strolled out moments later with a smug smile on his face.

"Let's go then." He said as he scooped up their child in his arms and walked out of the apartment. Blaine huffed in annoyance and he strapped the pink diaper bag across his chest and followed his husband out the door.

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They arrived home hours later in the same mood they left in. Kurt and Blaine were short on sleep and patients; and they took out all their frustrations on each other. Being newlyweds and being new parents was not easy, and they were not handling it well.

"Kurt, I am going to go take a shower, can you watch Maggie?" Blaine said dryly, and he walked over and plopped the small child in his lap. He started to walk out of the room.

"Of course I will watch my little princess." Kurt said happily to the little girl. Blaine stopped immediately in his tracks and turned around to face his husband.

"What did you just say?"

"What?"

"Just now. Did you say 'my' little princess?" Blaine couldn't hide the hurt from his face; he took Kurt's comment all wrong. He started to trudge away when Kurt called after him.

"Blaine I didn't mean it like that! I swear!" Kurt ran after him the best he could with the child in his arms. When he finally caught up with him halfway down the hall he tried to explain himself.

"I didn't mean it like that; I didn't know what I was saying. It just sort of... slipped out. We are in this together. I meant she is our princess." Kurt rushed to find the words, but Blaine kept looking at him with that hurt expression that made Kurt want to sob.

"Kurt it's not just that. It's everything. We have been fighting so much lately and I hate it! We never used to fight."

"You can't blame it on her."

'I don't. I love her to pieces. But I don't think this is working. I don't want us to suffer."

"What are you saying Blaine?" He clutched his baby tight in his arms; he feared Blaine would want to give her up.

"I don't know what I am saying. I am just saying this is not working out. I think I need to get out of here for a while." Blaine said, and he shuffled past him back to their bedroom. Kurt followed him instantly, and he watched in pained silence as he saw Blaine packing a bag.

"Does this mean you are leaving me?" Kurt asked in a hushed voice, tears were now rolling down his face.

"I don't know Kurt. We are in screaming matches all the time, and last month we almost got into a fist fight. I don't want her to see us like that. I just can't do this right now." Blaine said, and he walked out of the room, leaving Kurt behind still clutching Maggie in his arms.

He heard the front door click shut and he knew that he was gone. Now Kurt was sobbing, he didn't know what to make of the situation. He knew things were bad right now, but they were going to get better right?

Kurt put Maggie to bed that night. Then he crawled into his own bed across the hall and fell in a restless sleep. He had never felt so alone before.