But you cannot stop the rhythm of two hearts in love.
Blaine walked into the apartment on a Friday afternoon, his head hanging.
"You look pleased," Kurt said. He was sitting at the table, peering over his computer.
Wordlessly, Blaine rifled through his bag, pulled out a stapled packet of papers, and slammed it onto the table. It was a huge paper that Blaine had written and on the front page, there was a big, red D-.
"Ouch," Kurt said.
"No kidding," Blaine said. "My revision is due on Monday. It looks like I'm not going to be sleeping at all this weekend."
"But what about the concert this weekend?" Kurt asked. One of their favorite bands was playing at a nearby club, and they had both been so excited, until now that is. They were going to make it this big, extravagant date night
"I guess I have to see how much I get done," Blaine said.
Kurt sighed. "You can't let it ruin your weekend."
"Well, it's a huge part of my grade. It has to be perfect," Blaine said.
"Well, Mr. Perfectionist, I suggest you get to work now," Kurt said. He pulled out a chair for Blaine to sit in at the table. "I'll make dinner, and you can work all through the night. But tomorrow night, you're going out, or you're going to regret it."
Blaine smiled. "I guess you're right," Blaine said.
"Of course I am. You're marrying me, after all!" Kurt said.
Blaine laughed and kissed his fiancée.
Kurt got to work on dinner, Blaine got to work on his paper, and come Saturday, they had a wonderful night out, Blaine's worries about his paper behind him.