A/N This story only has 3 parts. I was trying to follow the prompt I posted in the last chapter, so the three parts are The Blowup, The Fallout, and The Resolution. Basically their fight, the consequences and the making up! I hope I am doing the prompt justice and am giving you all the right combination of angst (without cheating! Gasp! Is that even possible *cough, Glee, cough*), realization, understanding, compromise, and unconditional love, which I think Kurt and Blaine have in spades!

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2

The Fallout

After Kurt closed the door on Blaine and locked it, ensuring that he'd not come back, and promptly threw himself on the couch in anger. He grabbed his least favorite pillow, a red and black on that Rachel had bought before she left and screamed into it. He screamed and screamed until his voice was raw and his body slumped in exhaustion. He wanted to get up and take a bath to relax but just couldn't bring himself to do so, and fell into a fitful sleep.

Kurt groaned, his voice sounding gravelly and rolled over, falling off the couch with a start. He shook his head and looked around trying to figure out why he was on the floor. His head was pounding and his throat was sore and then it hit him. His terrible day and how he'd yelled at Blaine and took everything out on his fiancé, like he was his punching bag or something.

Sure, he'd been mad about the alarm and his day had completely sucked, but he shouldn't have attacked Blaine like that. He felt guilty when he realized it was dark and it didn't look like Blaine had come back yet. He usually texted to see if it was ok but he hadn't heard his phone chime. Then he remembered he'd left it in his bag by the door.

He got up off the floor, brushing off his pants and smoothing out his shirt as he moved toward the door where is bag lay. He slid his hand in and felt around, pulling it out once his hand made contact.

"Shit!" He mumbled under his breath when he realized his phone was dead. Blaine probably tried to text and was still wandering around wondering if he could come back. His head was pounding and still foggy from his nap but he bipassed added the kitchen and the ibuprofen in favor of plugging in his phone.

His stomach churned as he worried about Blaine still being out there waiting to hear from him and was so focused on trying to remember what he'd said in anger (he has a bad habit of just yelling first and thinking later), but what he saw when he entered the room stopped him dead in his tracks. Blaine had lit candles, giving the room a glow, and Kurt could see his favorite pajamas laid out on the end of the bed. Kurt's calming playlist was still playing on a loop in the background.

He had a hunch then and quickly turned toward the bathroom. He shivered at what he saw. Blaine had candles in there as well, the lavender and camomile scents hitting him as he looked down at the tub. Blaine had drawn him a bath. He drew in a shaky breath that was actually more like a sob and walked into the kitchen to confirm his suspicions.

There, in the oven, was Kurt's favorite dinner, chicken Parmesan and the homemade sauce was cold on top of the stove. Kurt just stood there staring at the sauce, as if it held all the answers.

He took a deep breath and allowed himself to focus on how Blaine had been acting when Kurt came home and went off. It was obvious now that Blaine felt bad about this morning and was trying to apologize to Kurt in the best way, by pampering him. And what did Kurt do? He'd screamed and yelled like a crazy person, and eventually kicked Blaine out. His head snapped up then, as he remembers his final words. "Don't bother coming back. I'm done."

Kurt collapsed on the floor, his head in his hands, tears streaming down his face, and loud, soul splitting sobs coming out of his mouth. What had he done? How could he have said those thing to his beautify fiancé? He loved Blaine so much. Why did he snap and treat him so badly.

Then it dawned on him. He'd told Blaine to not come back. His body started to shake and his sobs became hiccups as he remembered just how badly he'd treated Blaine. Was it over? Had he finally snapped and pushed Blaine too far? His insides ached as he sat on his knees on the kitchen floor, rocking back and forth.

He probably would have sat there all night but he heard his phone ring from the bedroom and he was up like a shot, stumbling down the hall to he the phone. Please be Blaine, please be Blaine...

Kurt almost ripped the cord out of the wall as he snatched his phone up, glancing at the screen and seeing that it was Blaine. He released a breath and slid his finger across his screen to answer. He didn't hesitate, just blurted out, "Blaine!"

There was a pause on the other end before he heard a voice, not Blaine's, answer.

"Um, no, it's not Blaine. Sorry. I..."

Kurt's blood ran cold and he froze. Who was this and why were they calling from Blaine's phone? Why couldn't Blaine call him? He flashed back a couple months ago when he had broken up the attack in the alley. Had Blaine been attacked? Oh God.

"Where's Blaine?" He cried, his voice shaking. "Is he ok? What's wrong? Why are you using his phone? Who are you?" He just kept firing question after question, his voice getting higher pitched each time.

"Kurt." He froze. THAT was Blaine's voice. It was small and quiet, but it was him.

"Blaine? Oh thank God. Where are you? Are you ok? Oh baby, I'm so sorry." He started sobbing then, out of guilt and relief.

"Sir, um hi. My name is Jenny and I work at The Bean. I'm calling for Blaine, which you obviously know. He, um, well I think he passed out in front of the shop and hit his head. He's ok, but he's got a big knot and he's holding ice on it now. He's fine but a little shaken up, which is why I called for him."

Kurt's body sagged in relief. He had heard Blaine's voice and it wasn't his mind playing tricks on him. Suddenly he realized what she'd said. He was hurt. He needed to get to Blaine right away.

"What the address? I'll be there as quick as I can." Kurt said, rushing toward the door to grab his coat and shoes.

Kurt was out of the apartment and in the lobby before he got the address. It was only 2 blocks away and Kurt ran the whole way, not caring who saw him or how crazy he looked.

He came to a stop outside The Bean and just looked in the window for a moment. There sat Blaine his body slumped over the table holding his head in both hands. He could see what must the the ice pack in one of his hands and he had his eyes closed. He assumed the girl behind the counter was Jenny, the girl who called him, but he only had eyes for Blaine.

He felt as though a wave had washed over him as he was watching Blaine. He'd been so stupid and almost lost the best thing in his life. He was consumed by a need to hold him, so he quickly pulled the door open and was at Blaine's side before he could even look up. When he did, Kurt was overwhelmed by the sad look in Blaine's eyes, and he immediately dropped to his knees in front of Blaine's chair, putting his hand on Blaine's thighs for balance.

He felt Blaine shiver and look down, avoiding Kurt's gaze, but he was having none of it, bringing one of his hands up to cup Blaine's face, turning it to see the bump on his head. His eyes immediately welled up and he breathed out Blaine's name and was happy to see Blaine's face relax, even if only a small amount.

"Oh God, baby, I'm so sorry. I-I have no idea what happened. I was acting crazy. Please. I hope you know that nothing I said was true. God, I love you so much. I'm so sorry." He was rambling and he knew it, but he couldn't stop any more than he could stop the tears from running down his face.

He leaned forward, pushing himself in between Blaine's legs and wrapped his arms around his fiancé's waist, burying his face in Blaine's neck and just held on, all the time whispering how sorry he was and how much he loved him.

Blaine couldn't have been anymore surprised. He had convinced himself that Kurt was really and truly done with him and wanted him gone, but seeing him on his knees (on the dirty floor!) and hearing him apologize over and over, he knew it was all just a big mistake. The whole day was one big mistake. They'd both been stupid and idiotic and did not handle themselves well through it all.

Right now, all he could think about was getting Kurt home so he could hold him and never let him go. But first he needed to calm Kurt down, so he brought his arms around him and held on just as tight, rocking Kurt slightly in comfort.

"Shhhh, it ok Kurt. I'm ok. We're ok. Shhhh." Blaine soothed.

It took a couple more minutes before Kurt was able to loosen his hold and another minute for him to look at Blaine.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, his voice gravelly from crying. He reached his hand up, brushing over Blaine's bruise slightly. "This is all my fault." The tears continued to roll down his face as he spoke.

"Hey, don't. This was not your fault. I was the one stupid enough to faint right into a brick wall." He said, trying to coax a smile out of Kurt. His eyes widened instead and his mouth opened in surprise.

"You fainted? Why? Didn't you eat? Are you ok? Do we need to go to the hospital?" Kurt continued to ramble until Blaine leaned over and pressed their lips together, effectively shutting him up. It was a chaste kiss but did the job.

"I'm fine, really. Well, except for this goose egg, but it's no big deal." When Kurt opened his mouth to interrupt, Blaine placed his finger over Kurt's lips. "It was all my fault. I was building things up in my head and started hyperventilating, hence the fainting."

Blaine knew Kurt would blame himself and he needed to convince him that it was alright, but first, he needed to get him home.

"Come on, let's go home." He said gently, leaning back to allow Kurt to stand. When he did, he reached his hands down to Blaine and pulled him right next to him, so that their bodies were touching. He hugged him quickly before turning to the girl behind the counter.

"Jenny," He called out, getting her attention away from cleaning the coffee machines. When she turned around and saw the two boys standing practically on top of each other, holding both hands together, she smiled. "Thank you so much for helping me and for calling Kurt."

"It was no problem." She replied. "I'm just glad you are ok."

He leaned into Kurt more, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek and smiled at her.

"I am. I'm very ok now."

The two boys quickly walked the two blocks home, their arms and hands remaining linked through the entire journey back.