A/N: If you read the first chapter and are confused about the title: I renamed the fic.
A friend pointed out to me that there was another Glee fic (actually there's a few) with the name I'd chosen. I was going to just ignore that and stick with it, because there are lots of fics that share names... until I was going through my to-read list and found the other fic there. And then I just felt weird about it.
Honestly, I think this title is better anyway.
And with all that out of the way: on with the next chapter. This is set several months after their daughter's passing, but less than a year.
"You're sure you don't want to come?" Blaine asks, voice resigned to the answer he knows Kurt will give him.
"I'm sure," Kurt says, not pulling his eyes away from the laundry he's folding.
"It might be good for you," Blaine hedges as he wraps a scarf around his neck.
"It won't be, you know that."
"No, I don't. You barely even gave it a chance before you quit, Kurt. I know you think therapy is stupid, but it could help you."
"Like it's helped you?" Kurt snaps.
The words are out of his mouth before he even realizes what he's saying.
"Blaine, I didn't mean that...," he offers, voice trailing off.
"I know," Blaine says. "It's fine."
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
"Maybe another time," Kurt offers.
"Maybe," Blaine agrees.
They both know it won't happen next time, either.
Blaine leaves, the door closing behind him with a soft click, and Kurt turns back to the laundry.
He finishes folding, then lifts a pile of towels into his arms and makes his way toward the bathroom. Up the stairs, down the hall, steps he's taken a hundred, a thousand times before, the house once warm and safe, still familiar but a permanent chill hangs in the air now.
Her bedroom door is cracked open, just slightly. They usually leave it closed, but Blaine had been in there earlier. Something his therapist had asked him to do, Kurt thought, but wasn't sure because Blaine never talked specifics about what happened in therapy.
That's Kurt's fault, too.
Everything is, though, isn't it? If he could just fix things, they wouldn't be in this mess.
If he could just fix things, he and Blaine wouldn't be fighting every other day.
If he could just fix things, their daughter would still be alive.
If he could just fix things...