A/N: Geez.. I feel like all I do is apologize for being late with my updates. Work is crazy, life is crazy, I think I might be going crazy.. My parent's are visiting which explains why I might be going crazy.

I'm just glad that I finally had time to write what's been sitting in my head for almost 2 weeks now. Phew. Make sure you remember the title to the story when you read this chapter!

I don't own the characters - just the story!

Chapter 5

Now that Kurt started his internship, he was busy three days a week learning the ropes in the cutting room. It was a lot of work and his hands hurt from cutting out patterns and pinning them together. He had to admit, it was hard work and his hands hurt as much from cutting fabric as it did from accidentally sticking his fingers and hands with pins as he worked hard wanting to impress them. After all, he was reminded by Ava and Mitch that he was the youngest intern that either of them had ever been around. Mitch never failed to remind him that Roni Lavelle saw something in Kurt to trust him here.

He tried to talk to Blaine Wednesday, but Blaine ended up meeting his group in the late afternoon and after an afternoon of research, they had dinner together only to start all over again after dinner. Kurt tried to wait up for Blaine, but he was so tired from his first two weeks of his internship, he slept knowing he had to be alert the next day. Kurt looked forward to the weekend hoping to have some time with Blaine. The only contact he'd had with Blaine was Sunday night when Blaine jumped into bed exhausted and kissed him goodnight. It put a smile on Kurt's face to feel Blaine's lips before settling his back to Blaine's chest and feeling his arms wrap around him. He always felt the comfort of home when he was wrapped up in Blaine's arms.

Kurt hoped that they could get more time together as soon as he knew his job better and Blaine's research came closer to completion. Two and a half weeks into his internship equated to three and a half weeks into Blaine's. School would start in a matter of weeks and Kurt was starting to feel like they didn't even live in the same place. Kurt spent his days off at the new apartment checking on the progress. Blaine hadn't even talked to the contractors in two weeks. The internship was taking a toll on their relationship, but so was Blaine's seminar. Kurt brushed if off knowing that it would be fine.

"Will you be home for dinner?" Kurt asked Blaine hopefully on Friday morning as Blaine got ready to leave.

Blaine kissed Kurt on his forehead. "I promise. I will absolutely say no to anything they want to do. We are close to finished on our research. We should be finished today and then we'll put it all together the next two weeks."

Kurt smiled. "You know how sacred Friday night dinners are for the Hummel Family."

"Of course, baby. I promise I'll be here tonight." Blaine kissed him on the lips this time. "Go back to sleep. Relax. You've been working so hard."

"Do you have any requests for dinner?" Kurt wanted so much to be with Blaine. They barely kissed in the last five days let alone make love. It had been almost a week since either of them had gotten off.

"Mmmm." Blaine kissed Kurt again. "You. I want you for dinner."

"You have to have something with more substance than me." Kurt giggled quietly still half asleep.

"Then surprise me. You know I love everything you cook." Blaine caressed his cheek with his thumb.

Kurt smiled at that because he missed being touched by his husband so much. "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too. We're in the home stretch, Kurt. The symposium is in two and a half weeks and I'll belong solely to you again."

It warmed Kurt's heart. "I love you."

"I love you too baby." Blaine exited the bedroom and headed quickly out the door.

Kurt got up shortly after that. He wanted to get the place clean and buy something to cook for dinner before heading down to their apartment. It was supposed to be done before school started but there were a few things that slowed down the progress. Kurt had taken over checking in with the contractors and discussions on the completed work. Blaine was too busy and Kurt understood, so he did it without asking. Blaine had enough to worry about.

"So it will be done by the Friday before we both start school?"

"Yes Mr. Anderson." The contractor answered. It never bothered Kurt when they called him an Anderson. It was definitely easier than calling him Hummel-Anderson.

"Okay. So I'll meet you here Friday at four o'clock to approve everything and we take full possession, correct?'

"That's correct. I'll have the supervisors for all the work be here as well, so that if you have any questions about the detailed work, they can answer."

"That would be fine." Kurt answered happily.

It was three o'clock when Kurt headed back to their current place. He started work on dinner. Blaine loved pasta and chicken so Kurt was going to make him chicken parmesan with a tomato and basil pasta. He wanted it to be perfect since it had been weeks since they really sat down and ate together. They had been eating take out and salads so much lately or eating alone. Kurt craved some time with his husband. They were, after all, still newlyweds in the technical sense. They also used to fuck like rabbits and Kurt was starting to forget what that was in the first place.

He pounded the chicken out and then prepared the breading. He home made the sauce and set it aside. He cut up the makings for a simple side salad and then decided he should call Blaine to find out what time he should have dinner ready.

"I should be home by six o'clock." Blaine told him.

Kurt decided to run out yet again and buy some candles for the table and some to put out around the room. He planned to romance his husband tonight. Blaine had been working so hard. He was so passionate about everything he put his mind to. It was what he loved about Blaine.

When he returned home, he had about an hour before Blaine would be home so he finished up the chicken and put it in the oven to cook. He waited a half hour before starting the noodles. At six o'clock, he glanced at the clock and nervously sat down at the table to wait. He didn't want dinner to be spoiled so he turned everything to warm and pulled the noodles out. He could run hot water over them or throw them back in hot water to heat them up when Blaine got there.

The next time he looked at the clock it was six thirty and he called Blaine. "Blaine, where are you. dinner is ready."

Blaine was frustrated. It was clear in his voice. "We have a huge disagreement in some information we found. Our team is trying to resolve it. I'm so sorry Kurt. Just give me an hour."

Kurt was frustrated because an hour would make the chicken turn into a hockey puck. He swallowed down the anger and responded, "Okay. I hope you don't mind leather for dinner."

"I'll love anything you made for me. You know that."

Kurt loved him so much. He giggled. "Okay prince charming. Hurry up. I have some great news for you. And don't forget how much I miss you."

"I love you baby. I miss you too. I promise to get home soon." The line went dead.

Kurt sighed and blew out the candles to save them for seven thirty. He turned off the heat on the chicken and sat down on the sofa to wait for Blaine. Kurt thumbed through a magazine to pass the time and listened to one of their favorite playlists.

Seven-thirty came and went. He tapped his foot on the kitchen floor as he threw the chicken parmesan in the trash along with the noodles and wrapped up the sauce. He tried not to be angry, but he couldn't help feeling like he was secondary to everything going on in Blaine's life now. He tried to call Blaine, but he didn't answer this time. His first thought was to be nervous about Blaine being hurt, but then again, he could just be busy. He wanted Blaine to be a success and this was the sacrifice that they knew they'd have to make before all of this started. Kurt tried to swallow his pride along with the worry and anger that meshed together in all of this.

The music was turned off and the TV played in the background as Kurt sat on the sofa changed from his earlier "dressed to kill" outfit to pajama pants and a tee shirt. Blaine was now two hours late and he called again. This time, the phone was answered. Kurt heard dance music in the background as he tried to talk. "Blaine! Blaine, is that you?"

"Kurt. I'm sorry. I tried to call but Justin took my phone when they all decided to go out dancing to blow off some steam. The good thing is that we're officially done with all the research!" Blaine was yelling into the phone.

"Blaine! What time will you be home?"

"I can't hear you, but I promise to be home by eleven thirty!" The phone cut off.

Kurt was lonely in their apartment. He would have liked to get invited dancing tonight. They had fake ID's and intended to do that before school started, but they both got busy. Now Blaine was getting to have some fun. Again, Kurt put away his feelings knowing that Blaine had been working hard on this. It was draining Blaine and he was certain Blaine loved him and would have preferred to be with him tonight.

Kurt fell asleep on the couch at some point of the evening. He knew it was late as he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. When he checked the clock, it was midnight. Kurt ran to the bedroom and found it as empty as it had been before. He pulled out his phone because Blaine never stayed out too late. He wasn't a real partying kind of guy, so it wasn't normal for him to do this. He didn't like to drink too much and it had been hours. Blaine had always been responsible before. He dialed and heard an answer on the other end. Gone were the sounds of dance music, but it was loud. Blaine was definitely still in a bar. No one said anything on the other end of the line. "Blaine! Blaine! Are you there?"

"Yaaasss. Hi baby." Blaine was drunk. "I sssoooorry… had a lot to drink."

"I'm going to come get you, okay? Where are you Blaine?" Kurt yelled into the phone thinking that yelling might wake him up a little more. There was talking in the background. "Blaine, are all of you drunk?"

"Jusss.. no.. Juss me and Justin are here. Girrrllsss are lightweights. Left." Blaine was slurring badly.

"Okay, I'll come get you and bring you home." Kurt was worried now. Two drunk guys alone in the city was not a good way to be.

Kurt heard something in the background. "Come on Blaine. You can come home with me. I'll take care of you."

"Hello?" Kurt didn't know where the phone went.

"You're so fucking hot like this. I knew you'd let loose with a little alcohol." Kurt didn't know the voice. "Forget the stupid husband and come home with me. I'll make you feel good."

Kurt was pissed. What the fuck was going on. "Blaine!"

"Blaine, come on. I'll do that thing you like. You know what I'm talking about. When I suck you off, I'll do that thing you like." Blaine laughed in the background. Kurt knew Blaine's laugh. Kurt's heart crushed in that second. Why would Blaine leave the phone line on if he was with another guy and why would this guy know what Blaine liked. Blaine was his. "Come on Blaine. Just come home with me. You can spend the night this time. No interruptions this time."

Kurt trembled and wanted to hang up so badly, but he couldn't bring himself to stop listening. This guy said that he could spend the night with no interruptions this time. That could only mean there was a last time. Kurt stopped calling Blaine's name and listened. It was like a bad dream playing out in front of him. The line finally cut off.

Kurt cried himself to sleep on the couch hugging his knees to his chest. How could everything have gone wrong tonight? When Blaine left, he promised to be home tonight. He promised to be with Kurt tonight. Kurt was his husband, not the voice on the other end of the phone. No one was supposed to touch him but Kurt. No one had permission to suck Blaine off but Kurt. He was crushed. He loved Blaine and Blaine loved him.

Kurt awoke at two o'clock in the morning to Blaine stumbling in the door. "Ku-Kurt?"

Kurt watched Blaine look around the room with no reaction except to call out for Kurt again. "I'm right here, Blaine."

Blaine turned toward the couch where he saw Kurt. "I-I sorry." He stumbled his way to Kurt and tried to kiss him, but Kurt turned his head. Blaine fell forward and Kurt caught him wrapping his arms around him to hold him up. Blaine smelled of someone's cheap cologne and alcohol. "I-I lovvve you, baby. Mmisssed you."

"Okay. Let's get you to bed. You need to sleep." Kurt was hurting, but it was also his duty to take care of his husband in this state. No matter how mad he was, he didn't want Blaine to choke on vomit or fall and hit his head.

"Donn wanna.. wanna fuck." Blaine was cursing and drunk trying to kiss Kurt.

"No Blaine." Kurt firmly answered as he walked and dragged Blaine to the bedroom.

"Wanna fuck you." Blaine slurred out.

"Go to sleep Blaine." Kurt put him in the bed not bothering to turn the bed down. He walked out to the hall to grab a blanket from the linen closet and to the bathroom to grab a trash can. He returned to the bedroom to find Blaine trying to undo his pants. He had already managed to get his shirt off. Kurt put the trashcan by the side of the bed and opened up the blanket. "I'm going to cover you up okay? Here's a trashcan if you think you're going to get sick." Kurt was direct and firm. It was like talking to a baby right now.

"Fuck me baby. Come on." Blaine tried to grab Kurt's ass.

"Get your hands off me." Kurt was so angry. Blaine was gone for an hour and a half since the phone call and all Kurt could think of was some guy sucking him off in some bar bathroom.

"Awww.. baby don' be mad. I love you. Jusss wanna show you how much." He grabbed his crotch.

"I mean it Blaine. Go to sleep." Kurt pressed him to the bed by his shoulders and it wasn't more than a few more minutes and Blaine was passed out on the bed, breathing evening out as he fell into a deep sleep.

Kurt felt defeated. He grabbed himself another blanket and headed to the chaise in the bedroom to sit watch over Blaine so that he didn't drown in his own vomit. Kurt cried silently as he watched Blaine sleep. His thoughts betrayed him. He saw Blaine getting sucked of in some dark room by some other guy. He saw Blaine's face when he came. He saw Blaine bending over getting fucked. He saw Blaine fucking someone else. Kurt would get no further sleep tonight.

By the time Blaine awoke, Kurt had already been up. Blaine opened his eyes and promptly vomited into the trashcan that was on the side of the bed. As soon as he was done vomiting, he rolled onto his back with his eyes closed. A cool wet towel was pressed to his forehead. Blaine smiled. "Kurt."

"This should make you feel better." Kurt tried to put his feelings aside yet again.

"I'm sorry. What time did I get home?"

"After two. How did you get home?" Kurt wanted to know, but didn't at the same time. "You were definitely too drunk to manage on your own."

"Justin and I stayed at the bar after the girls left. It must have been him that made sure I got home." Blaine said innocently.

"Okay. I'm going to get something to eat while you wash up. I'll see you when you're done getting ready." Kurt sounded short and definitely wounded.

Blaine caught the sadness immediately. "Kurt, I didn't plan on it. I just had a little too much to drink. Justin said he'd make sure I got home safe."

"Okay."

Blaine now sensed the anger. "Are you mad? I told you I didn't plan it."

"That's not why I'm mad. I'm mad because I planned a nice dinner at home for us. You said you'd be home and you didn't come home until after you were drunk."

"We wanted to celebrate being done with all the research. You know how hard I've been working on it. I thought you'd be happy that the hard part was done." Blaine defended his decision.

"I am. I'm also angry because I planned all this food and it was ruined. I had to throw it away because you didn't keep your promise of coming home." Kurt was angry and didn't hold it back. He was angry and hurt at the possibility that Blaine cheated on him while he was drunk.

"Well, I'm sorry for having fun. I didn't know I wasn't allowed to do anything without you." Blaine didn't even know why he had to defend himself.

"I'm sure you did plenty without me." Kurt turned away, but Kurt grabbed his arm by the wrist.

"What are you talking about?" Blaine didn't remember anything.

"Feel free to smell the cheap cologne on your shirt." Kurt threw he shirt still covered in the stench of whoever it was.

Blaine smelled it and laughed. "Oh, yeah. Justin wears this Hollister crap." He laughed again. "It was just Justin's. You're overreacting."

"I'm overreacting." Kurt held the tears back. He needed to be strong for himself now. He's spent the last day putting his own feelings aside for Blaine. "I guess you wouldn't overreact if I was getting my dick sucked by someone else. I guess you wouldn't overreact if I called you while some guy wanted to take me home and fuck me. I guess you would be happy if I didn't have to sneak around and stay the night with someone else. You're absolutely right Blaine. I'm overreacting." Kurt walked out the door tears finally allowed to fall. He grabbed his coat and left the apartment.

Blaine was left dumbfounded. He barely remembered last night. Why would Kurt go crazy like that? He didn't remember anyone even propositioning him. In his mind it made no sense. Justin was the only person he hung around with last night and Justin was straight. He walked out of the bedroom to find the apartment empty. He frantically called Kurt and got no answer. It was Saturday and they planned to be together, but he was left alone with a ton of unanswered questions and no memory of last night.

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Please just remember the title. Trust me on this one. I have had this story developed in my head as soon as everyone asked for a college years story. I just need to find the time to write it all out. I already started the next chapter knowing that this type of ending will kill all of you. I'll try to finish and post soon!

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