Sorry it took me so long to update! I just got back home on Tuesday and my friends and family wanted to hang out. Today is my first moment of free time!

BPOV-

''I don't know how to talk to you anymore. Not without fighting. That's the issue.''

We're back in our hotel room, Kurt sitting on the bed as I occupy the desk chair.

''I love you, Kurt. But… what you did to me,'' I look away, taking in a deep, shaky breath before continuing the conversation, ''You slept with someone else, didn't you? Rather, you want to sleep with him. I'm not what you want anymore, am I? How the hell are we supposed to come back from that, Kurt?''

Why don't you want me anymore?

What did I do to make us reach this point?

''You can't believe everything that you read in the magazines and on gossip sites, Blaine,'' Kurt reminds me through clenched teeth, posture tensed in anger and defense.

''You didn't exactly deny it, Kurt. I asked you, several times, if there was anything going on between you and your intern.''

And the saddest, shittiest part is that I'd still take all of the blame. Rationally, I know it's not my fault. Kurt and I agreed on a monogamous relationship, and he took advantage of my love for him.

For a twenty-five year old, who more than likely has a ''better'' body than I do. At least in Kurt's eyes.

''I do not want to be with anyone else. Blaine, are you really starting to believe everything you hear? Because that is going to be a major problem for us,'' he insists.

''I'm just trying to… gain some understanding. You have been slipping away from me, and I chalked it up to there being someone else. When I have brought it up before, you didn't exactly give me a straight answer or anything.''

So if this is how I have to find out the truth, I will. Even if it will inevitably lead to a fight.

He remains silent, staring at the geometric pattern of the hotel's bed spread.

''Is there someone else, Kurt? I mean, of course I will be mad that you kept this from me. Furious, really. And hurt. I'd rather we get all of our grievances and complaints out now, rather than holding it all in any longer. If I've done something wrong to make you look for love or.. or sex somewhere else, then please. Talk to me.''

''There would be no excuse for me having an affair, Blaine. Not that I can see, anyways. Because I'd just have to end the marriage, like Andrew ended his relationship with me when he fell in love with someone else. Though I do think they hooked up before hand, I would never do that to you. There is no one else. I know I love only you. Granted, I do find other guys attractive, but I do not act on it. Because I know that you are the only one I am ever going to want to be with, ever going to be with physically, mentally, and emotionally. Deep down inside, I know that you know that too. I know that your accusations of my supposed infidelity are the cause of something deeper, just as I know I should have handled it better. So, first of all, I'm sorry for not handling this in a more adult way.''

''I don't blame you. If you accused me of being intimate with anyone else, in anyway, I'd probably admit to it out of anger, as well,'' I admit, tentatively moving to sit next to him on the bed, ''Kurt, I am so, so sorry for that. You deserved better than that, and I should have believed you.''

''You're forgiven, but this isn't forgotten. Blaine, marriage takes work. We know that now. We put in the time and effort to making us work, and somewhere along the line, we just...stopped. I believe it was gradual, and we saw it coming, but neither one of us did much to stop it from happening. Now, we have to examine this before it breaks even more. So talk to me, Blaine. What's going on with you, and what can I do to help?''

So it comes down to this, I guess:admitting the truth I've been hiding for as long as I can remember. The reasons I accused him of being unfaithful, of wanting someone else, even if I knew in my mind that that was not the case.

''It was easier for me to blame you and see if you'd tell me the truth than it was to just talk to you. Because talking about things makes them real.''

Silence surrounds and Kurt stands, turning to me with the most livid expressions, ''So you just questioned my loyalty to you because you wanted to see if I really was cheating? That's a shitty move, Blaine.''

''I know,'' I groan, shaking my head in disappointment, ''but you have to see where I was coming from.''

''And where, might I ask, are you coming from, Blaine,'' he huffs, sitting in the chair I abandoned earlier.

''When I was younger, one of my friend's parents went through a nasty divorce, because his parents were both having affairs. My friend often stayed with us just to avoid going home to a house full of screaming and fighting. It was then that I realized how a divorce not only affects the couple, but the kids, too. I know that some divorces can be quite amiable in comparison. Too bad for me, the man I was with before you had no qualms against doing the same to me. I just never want my kids to go through that. I never wanted to put another person through divorce, or through the discovery of me being with another man. You mean so, so much to me, Kurt. More than even Chase, and he was my first real love. I know that I'm not worthy of you, though. And I keep wondering how long it is going to take for you to wake up one morning and realize 'I don't love you anymore'.''

KPOV-

Blaine stares at the mirror directly behind me, a mixture of disgust, sadness, and self-loathing evident on his features as dark hazel eyes avoid me.

''So that's what this is about? You were afraid of me pulling away, so you purposely pushed me away by accusing me of infidelity? That's… I can't… Blaine, that was really shitty.''

Not exactly eloquent, but it gets my point across.

''I know. Shit, I know that, Kurt. I just… I had to see if you'd found someone else. You were pulling away from me, Kurt. We never talked unless it was an argument, we were hardly intimate anymore... yes, I could have handled that better. But you didn't exactly help matters by neither confirming nor denying it, now did you?''

Damn.

''None of this ever would have happened if you'd just trust me,'' I shake my head, pulling my coat on and standing.

''Where are you going, Kurt,'' Blaine's voice is frantic and panicked as he quickly follows me towards the door.

''If I don't go and take some time to process what you just said, I'm going to say things I don't really mean. Things that will assure us that there is no way we can work this out.''

And I love you too much to let that happen.

''What time are you coming back?,'' he questions as I unlock the door, pausing before turning to face my husband.

Even after his shocking confession, after the anger that will consume me if I don't walk away for a while, I still love him,

Because deep down inside, he is the same compassionate, beautiful man that I fell in love with.

''I don't know. But I will be back,'' I promise.

''Alright. I'll wait up, though. I love you,'' Blaine timidly speaks.

''I love you, too,'' I reply without hesitation.

Even with everything being completely demolished around us, that's the one thing I know to be true.

''I'll see you later.''

I close the door behind me, quickly making my way to the elevator, through the lobby, and into the backseat of a cab.

That's when the tears begin to shed.

''Will you please tell me why I am walking through Central Park in the snow when I could be under my wife getting some-''

''Way to make this about you, Santana.''

She rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her steaming cup of hot chocolate, ''Why am I out here, Hummel?''

''Because Rachel will sugarcoat things, Mercedes will automatically take my side, Tina will freak out, and noth Quinn and Brittany will make things worse. I need someone who's unafraid to hurt my feelings this time.''

Someone who will be brutally honest with me.

''Spill. I'm freezing my ass off. The faster we get this mushy heart-to-heart over,the faster I can get back to Britt, and-''

''Don't finish that statement. Look, 'Tana. I really had nowhere else to go on this.''

Believe me: If I did, they would have been my first choice instead of you.

''Alright, I'll stop. Seriously, Kurt. What's wrong?''

''Blaine and I are on the verge of divorce.''

She stops walking, gaping at me with her mouth slightly parted in shock.

''What the hell, Kurt?!''

''That's not even the worse of it.''

I tell her exactly what Blaine told me, right down to the smallest detail. For once in her life, Santana doesn't interrupt me. SHe listens intently, nodding and holding my hand.

''I see why he did it.''

''Excuse me,'' I stare at her in surprise, ''Oh, so you'd be calm if Brittany accused you of screwing someone else?''

''Brittany's not that insecure. I on the other hand am.''

''What does insecurity have to do with anything?''

''I'm a cold-hearted bitch, Hummel. It's mostly to protect myself, but it's true. I can be nice, yes. But I'm always on my guard. Accept for with Brittany. I can let my walls down. She's sweet and loving and talented and everything good in my life. She accepts the fact that I'm still friends with a woman I spent years dating. She gives and gives and only takes what she has to. Deep down inside, I know that I don't deserve her. So if there was ever any chance of catching her doing wrong, I'd jump on it. Just so I don't feel guilty of falling short of what Brittany truly deserves.''

We walk in mutual silence for a few paces, the snow crunching under our boots.

''You should really understand where we're coming from, Kurt.''

''Excuse me,'' I raise an eyebrow at her.

''Oh please. When Andrew left you, you were a wreck, Hummel. That guy toyed with your heart and probably cheated on you. What did you do? Blame yourself. Convinced yourself that you weren't worth loving and that somehow it was your fault that Andrew left you.''

''What the heck does that have to do with being accused of cheating, Santana-''

''The fact that you didn't have magazines and tabloids and gossip sites barging in on your relationship, but Blaine does. He's not as confident as he seems, Kurt. He puts on this brave face for you and the kids, but he's really afraid. Think about it: he was beaten as a teenage for being gay, and spent so much time in the hospital and recovering that he had to repeat his sophomore year at a completely different school. Fast forward to college, and his parents already aren't talking to him. All he has our Blair's mom and Cooper, not that he'd ever verbalize his insecurities to them. Blair's mom dies, and now he's taking care of a ten year old all along. He's a single dad for several years, taking care of her more than he does himself because that his way of being a good parent. He meets you, and it's like a whole new world because he can talk to you. Throughout the years, that becomes increasingly difficult if both people aren't working for it. Or if one is afraid. So he'd rather live in fear of his inadequacy, because it is easier to bottle things inside.''

We continue walking, the frigid wind swirling snow around as we do.

''I never thought about it that way.''

''Because you two don't talk. Look, Kurt. I'm the last one that should be giving anybody relationship advice. But we're friends, and Santana Lopez-Pierce takes care of her family and friends. You and Blaine are worth fighting for. This is just a bump in the road. Okay, a mountain. But what matters is this: do you go over the mountain to see what's on the other side, or simply go around it?''

''Does it matter? Either way, you'll see what's on the other side.''

''One day means facing lots of hardship, but knowing that the end result is worth it no matter what. The other, and this is just my opinion, doesn't put in the amount of work that a real relationship requires. Now you have to decide, since the ball is now in your court: is this the end, or time for a new beginning?''

We walk quietly for the next few blocks. She knows I know she's right. Blaine and I are both to blame. I didn't exactly encourage him to continue opening up to me with his problems, and I didn't exactly shut down rumours, or stop my intern from flirting with me.

It's a shame that I'm just as much to blame as he is.

''You know, for someone that claims to be cold and evil, you really know how to give good love advice.''

''Why thank you,'' Santana places a kiss to my cheek, ''I have to go. But please, call me. So I know if Blaine and I need to talk-''

''I'm not letting you kick my husband's ass, 'Tana. But I appreciate it,'' I kiss her cheek in return ,''And we are doing something before you leave again.''

''Of course. After all, we are the life of the party.''

''How true. Love you, 'Tana.''

''I love you, too,'' she smirks, turning to head into the building.

''And, Santana?,'' I wait for her to turn around and face me before continuing, ''Don't ever think you're not good enough for Brittany. She loves you, and you love her, and you two are meant to be.''

It's so odd to me that either one of you would ever doubt that.

''Thanks. Now it's time for you to prove the same thing to Blaine. To yourself as well. You have a decision to make,'' she speaks earnestly before disappearing into the lobby of the building, leaving me alone on a red carpet under an awning with her words tumbling around in my head.

I have a decision to make, she says. Fortunately for me, she can't see the jumble of thoughts floating around in my head, because I have already made my decision.

And I'm just hoping that it's the right one.

RoryPOV-

''I think you worry too much,'' I quietly tell Blair.

Ryder's in the cafeteria eating dinner, and I'm in the room with her. Sugar is calling to check on the kids, and we'll be taking Noah home as soon as she returns,

Noah's fast asleep on the couch, baby Rosalie sleeping in Blair's arms,

''Rory, our parents are on the verge of a divorce, and I'm overreacting,'' she raises an eyebrow, obviously still upset.

Our siblings are blind to the distance dad and Blaine have placed between them, but we aren't- after long, we've known them a lot longer.

Blair and I know them better than our brothers and sisters do. For so long, it was just Blaine and Blair, me and dad. We were all eachother had until my sophomore year of high school.

Not that the change wasn't for the better, because dad was so much happier.

''All couple's fight, Rory. But they're not even acknowledging the problem. Ignoring something does not make it go away.''

''I get that. Sugar and I sometime signore our arguments until we have no choice but to address them. But we're not the ones who have to work dad and Blaine's issues out for them. They have to do that for themselves.''

And I seriously hope they do, because no two people are more right for each other than they are.

''It's not just the fact that they both deserve to be happy. It's… I really don't want this family to fall apart.''

I look up to see hazel eyes, wide with fear of what may come.

''Look,'' I gently sit next to her on the bed, smiling when she leans her head on my shoulder, ''You're always going to be my little sister. Even if you are annoying as hell sometimes.''

''You're no better,'' she snorts, rolling her eyes.

''Moving on,'' I laugh quietly, ''We've been through a lot as a family. You, me, Liam, Jade, Jacob, Grace, Eli, Elena… we've stuck by each other for years. If dad and Blaine don't make this work, they'll at least get along for our sake. They wouldn't let their own disagreements get in the way of what's best for their children. They always put us first.''

Even when we tried to insist that they think of themselves first, they didn't listen. That's just the way we are.

''You promise?''

''I promise I'll always be there for you guys, because I know that my you promise the same thing.''

I may already be breaking my promise to her that Blaine and dad won't divorce, but I will definitely keep this vow as long as I can. After all, family is the most important thing. Love can drive out the bad things if you let it. Not all the time, and it isn't easy, but it is possible.

Hopefully dad and Blaine figure that out before it is too late.

BPOV-

That was so idiotic of me. No. It was sheer stupidity both of our parts- I should have just kept asking him from the beginning, even when he ignored me, but he never should have gave me such a vague answer.

Miscommunication at it's finest.

I asked a question I didn't really want to know the answer to, and he didn't respond to a question he thought I never should have asked. Then everything spiraled out of control, and now it may be too late to rein it back in.

The hotel room door slams shut, waking me from my nap.

"Kurt?," I rub my eyes, moving so that I am in his line of sight.

"Who else would it be," he smirks, no trace of hostility in his voice.

"I just didn't expect you to come back after only two hours," I admit, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the doorway, ''Or at all.''

I honestly wouldn't have blamed you if you stayed with one of our friends until we go home to the kids tomorrow.

''Blaine,'' Kurt solemnly begins, ''As long as there is even a chance that we're in this thing together, I'll always come back.''

Silence.

''I'm so, so mad at you, Blaine. I don't think that you understand that. That was really shitty of you to just assume that I was cheating on you.''

''It was. It was selfish and childish, and I am so, so sorry. Nothing I could say or do could ever erase what I've already done, but-''

''The things is, I would have done the same thing if I found out you'd been spending so much time with Eli, and you were keeping something from me. Because I know he is just a coworker, but a coworker who is admittedly more handsome, and I do see the connection between the two of you.''

''Why didn't you talk to me about it, Kurt?''

''Why didn't you talk to me, Blaine?,'' he quips, then groans, ''Look, we aren't going to get anywhere with this topic if all we do is sit back and point fingers. The fact is that we were both wrong. I apologize for not just shutting down the cheating rumors like I should have. Sometimes I forget that, even if we're both more confident than we were when we met, we both still have some insecurities. I know that lead to the reasons I hoped you weren't cheating, and I'm hoping that it was the cause for you thinking that I was. Not because you don't love me, or thought accusing me would end this marriage faster. I assume you had good reasons, Blaine. It's not fair to either one of us to accuse each other of something when we don't have any evidence. However, it also unfair of us to just… stop trying the way we have. That only leads to more self-doubt and regrets. But I'd really like to make this work, Blaine.''

There's a beat of silence before I pull him closer, settling my head on his shoulder.

''I think that's what I meant to say,'' Kurt whispers, ''It's so hard to put my thoughts into words when it comes to this. I don't know how to talk about it.''

''If you're serious about working this out, and I know that I am,'' I begin, pulling back to look at him, ''We are going to have to talk about it.''

As much as it'll pain us to air everything out, it's something that should have been done a long time ago.

''You're right,'' Kurt nods in agreement, ''You're right. But not like this. We need to go to marriage counseling, Blaine. Otherwise, this whole conversation is useless.''

''So… we are really going to attempt to resolve our issues?''

Because even I can admit the way that I have been acting is deplorable at best.

''I'm willing to try if you are. Like we discussed before, it's not fair if only one of us puts the effort into making this work, now is it?''

''No. Look, there's nothing at all that I can say to excuse my behavior. Instead of letting my insecurities and jealousy overcrowd my better judgment, instead of just accusing you for months, we should have sat down and talked about it.''

''I don't even remember how this whole thing started, honestly. There is still no explanation for why I didn't give you straightforward response. Look, Blaine,'' he sits on the couch, pulling me onto his lap,''I love you even more than I did when this was all new to us. I am always going to love you.''

''I'm always going to love you, too, Kurt,'' I pull him into a kiss that doesn't last nearly as long as I need it to before we're forced to take a break, gasping for breath.

''So we're going to be okay?''

''We're going to try to be okay,'' Kurt corrects me ,''Hopefully can. You made me believe in love once before. Who's to say we can't do that for each other again?''

The rest of the night is spent attempting to reconnect, making promises of refraining from using insults when we do argue, and to find a therapist tomorrow.

We worked hard to make this work the first time around, when we were still in the stages of infatuation and puppy dog love.

Now that we know it's the real thing- now that we've known for years that this is genuine love- why wouldn't we try even harder?

8 Months Later-

Kurt and I have been having regular marriage counseling sessions with Dr. Day for the past seven and half months now.

Kurt and I have moved into a house in New Jersey- not too far away from our family, but it is big enough for our family.

Not much has changed in our day-to-day lives. We still go wake up, get the kids up and ready for school, go to work, come home, have dinner as a family, get the kids to sleep, and go to bed ourselves.

There's more communication, though- a necessity that this marriage previously lacking.

Not major conversations, but it is significant nonetheless.

''How was your day?''

''Do you need me to do anything?''

''You look so handsome , you know that?''

''I love you.''

Tiny reminders that are just different ways of expressing the same thing: ''I care about you, I have an interest in you, and I want you to share yourself with me.''

The biggest change comes when we no longer consider filing for divorce. When tears stream down faces in an office where the doctor is reassuring us that being this emotional is ''perfectly okay''. The revelation comes after we actually begin to try, and work, and think, and feel together again. It's when we shut down cheating rumors the first time around, before they get to our kids and have them worrying about the state of their parent's love for eachother.

''You know, this is kind of nice,'' Kurt whispers quietly, staring at me with an odd mixture of longingness and fondness.

''It is,'' I nod, kissing my husband.

Of course, with two children under the age of thirteen, we don't have a lot of time to just be alone. We make the most of the hours that we can just be together, but this is what makes having a family worth it sometimes: when you can't feel your hand because you're daughter is using it as a pillow while she stares at the television, and your son's foot is poking into your leg everytime he kicks his tiny feet.

We're on the couch, spending time with the family.

This is Blair and Ryder's last night home before they go on tour and to film a movie, respectively.

She's leaning against his chest, Rosalie in her lap and Noah showing her how good he has gotten at reading after meeting with his tutor to help him with his dyslexia, now that he knows everything is fine and his learning disability won't stop him.

Sugar is drawing with Lauren, drawing designs that she has come up with in her head but can not seem to get down on paper. Rory is playing a card game with Wendy and Finn, obviously cheating by the sounds of their playful protests.

Declan is playing with Grace and Liam, showing them each feature on his birthday present.

Jade and Jacob are arguing over comic books, debating who is the best superhero, insulting each other's choices.

It's chaotic, it's loud, and I'm so used to it by now that I wonder how it still affects me.

Still, at the end of the day, it's more than a house. With Kurt, with my children and grandchildren, it's home.

A home we've decided to work to maintain.

At the end of the night, everyone will go home or to their rooms, and Kurt and I will be left alone.

We will get ready for bed, have a talk, avoid bringing up hurtful memories.

Prepare for the next day, get into bed, say ,''I love you''.

Turn off the lights, mentally prepare for our counseling session tomorrow, and make a mental vow to work even harder than the day before at making us last.

Then we will make it through tomorrow, one step at a time.

Repeat.

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