If you are here I'm guessing you're an angst whore (or a realist :D) and wanted the sad ending. This has a little twist at the end that you might be surprised at!

I'll write my thank you's at the end so enjoy!

Liz xxx

P.S. Both chapters are from Kurt and Blaine's perspectives (separated by lines). There are no flashbacks.

And that had been it. The end of our relationship.

The silence that descended over the room was different this time. There had been so many silences it was easy to classify them into one big mass, all the same. But they weren't at all. Some silences were sad, some happy, some menacing and hurtful. This silence felt like relief.

Kurt wouldn't look at me. I felt like the moment he'd told me to leave, the way his eyes wouldn't meet mine so he could realise what he was doing. I hadn't really known how to respond, so had just walked out of the room. I had left. He probably hadn't been expecting me too, but I had.

"What happened next?" The man spoke, for the first time in a while. Even he seemed a little shocked – it had surprised me that nothing had seemed to really affect him up until now. All he wanted was story after story, almost like he knew what was going to happen and just wanted to get to the end.

"There are no more stories." Kurt replied, a bitterness in his voice. "That was it."

"Did Blaine leave?"

"Yes, I did." I answered, not really wanting to talk about it either. Kurt looked down at the floor and I saw the hurt in his expression.

"Where did you go?"

"To Tylers, for a while. Until I could find my own place." It hadn't really been that hard. Most of my time with my friend had been to get over what had just happened, the logistics of the break up had been pretty easy to handle. I could afford a new apartment, several times over, but I didn't want one. Or maybe I did.

"Did you carry on at Gringlends?"

Blaine had carried on. He'd kept his word and chosen his job over me. Then once he'd finished his college degree and been offered to take over the company once Mr Gringlend had left, he'd walked right into the office and told him he was gay, that Natasha was being sued and he was leaving the company for a better offer. Now he was CEO of Petersons.

I had to say a part of me was proud. He'd done what I couldn't, achieved his goal. The expensive suits he wore at every meeting we had were more than I could ever dream of affording. But it had come at a price.

"What about you Kurt? What are you doing now?" I laughed.

"Making coffee." My business had failed. I'd lost everything, including my pride. The apartment was still mine due to the fact we'd bought it outright but I couldn't really afford to live there, nor did I really want to. Rachel had taken pity on me after a week or so of moping around doing nothing and scrounged a job at Teen Vogue for me. I was running errands for the people I had wanted to be, failed to be. Every day was like looking in a mirror and being crushed by what I saw.

"You still get to work in fashion though." I looked up at Blaine, seeing humour in his eyes as he looked upon me. Humour. That was the final straw.

"Fuck you!" I shouted. Everyone jumped, including the man. "Don't patronise me!" I stood up, the ugly sound of the chair we'd been sitting on scraping across the floor hurting my ears. "Look at Blaine, he got everything he wanted in life, he sucked it all out of his husband and left him with NOTHING! Did you set this all up?" Suddenly I pointed to the man and our lawyers. "Did you set this up with them to ruin me? To remind me of everything I've lost? Well ha ha, very funny – look's like nobody's laughing!" My anger was boiling up, hatred for Blaine and for myself, for everyone in this freaking room. "I can't do this anymore!" Turning around without another word I stormed out of the room.

As I threw open the door the receptionist in the hallway jumped. Storming past her I marched towards the exit but stopped in a little alcove and rested my forehead against the wall. Fuck. Outside the room seemed different, like we'd been in a different world. I wasn't sure how long we'd even been in there but it seemed like hours. It could have been days. My stomach grumbled and I realised we hadn't eaten either.

I waited for a couple of seconds to see if anyone had followed me, but when I heard nothing banged my head against the wall and screamed. How had this happened? Four years ago I'd been as happy as Larry – leaving for New York, about to live my dream. I'd been so full of promise, hope, happiness. If I had known it would turn out like this I never would have left.

The room fell silent as the sound of Kurt's angry footsteps faded into the distance. I looked across at Brian, who shrugged his shoulders and then towards Steve, who just stared back blankly.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"Someone should go get him." Brain replied, not looking at me. There was a brief silence again before Steve shook his head.

"I'm not going."

"You're his lawyer. I'm not getting him."

"I fight his legal battles, not his personal ones."

"Well we need him to complete the legal contract, so you'd better hop to it." Steve bristled and I suddenly realised yet another fight was brewing. How saddening that mine and Kurt's toxic relationship had poisoned even innocent people.

"Guys." I replied, before one of them stood up and things got messy. "I'll go." The two men stopped and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Are you serious?" Brian asked. "He pretty much wants to kill you right now."

"Well I want to kill him, so at least it would be an even fight." Before another word could be spoken I stood up and walked out of the room.

When I opened the door the receptionist seemed guarded, as if she were expecting me to storm out like Kurt had. I smiled, holding up my hands to show I was safe and she relaxed. As I walked down the corridor I began to hypothesise where Kurt might have gone, before I heard a scream and realised he was close.

Finally reaching him I almost laughed, the position so familiar to how I'd seen him before.

"Come on Kurt." I said patronisingly. "Now's not the time to have a tantrum."

"HOW DARE YOU!" He shouted. Suddenly a fist was flung in my face. Luckily my quick reaction meant I grabbed the fist before it came crashing into my face. Kurt screamed louder and for a second we were locked in a stationary tussle, with his hand inches away and me frantically trying to push it back.

"This is pathetic" I yelled, heaving with all my strength and feeling my face go red as Kurt's veins became visible in his forehead. Eventually his strength gave out and his hand went crashing back against the wall. I quickly pinned the other one up and felt his immediately thrash with his legs. One went into my gut and I doubled over, but still managed to hold him down.

"Go on, kick me!" I shouted in his face. "I don't care! Kick me!" It was amazing how this was the closest we'd been in months, sitting across a room from each other for hours but never once touching. Our relationship had never come to blows and I was glad for that, but right now I wanted a fight. Kurt responded to my request, sending three more excruciating kicks into my stomach before he glared angrily at me.

"Fight back!" He screamed. "You coward fight back!"

"I think we both know how this ends." I replied, pushing back harder until eventually Kurt relented and slumped down into the wall. It was funny – I'd never really thought about the age difference between us before. Now it was all too clear how young he really was.

"Why did you have to go running off like that?" I asked. It really had been a tad dramatic.

"Because I couldn't cope." I replied. Blaine scoffed, seeming cruelly unsympathetic.

"All you have to do is sign your name on a piece of paper now we're done." I couldn't believe what he was saying.

"Do you not even want to try?" I replied. He looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"We just spent hours going through our entire lives together, all the ups and downs, and now you just want to get on and sign? We might as well not have done the whole thing altogether!" Blaine paused, thinking about my words.

"Do you want to try?" He asked after a while. I dithered. Did I? This process had been hard enough, did I really want to go through it again?

"I don't know."

"Well that answers your question." Stepping away from me Blaine fiddled with the button on his shirt cuff. For a second it reminded me of when he used to get nervous, then remembered mostly that had been to do with board meetings. Blaine had stepped away too many times now for me to care anymore.

"I would have loved you you know." I suddenly replied, the words taking me off guard just as much as it did Blaine. "If we'd tried again."

"I know." He replied. "I would have loved you too. But we can't try again. It's too late now. We're just not meant to be together." He was right. Pushing two pieces of cut paper together didn't make them stick. Some things were just unforgivable.

"Do you want to go back inside?" Blaine motioned towards the open hallway. I paused for a moment, wondering if I should savour the last few moments we would eve have together as a couple. Then, slowly, I nodded my head.

When we re-entered the room Brian and Steve immediately sat up. There was a sad hopefulness in their eyes, like they'd been expecting us to magically make up, and suddenly want to call everything off. Maybe that happened in movies, but not here.

"We're ready." I said, looking over to Kurt who nodded too. At least we would be civil during this part. Brian and Steve looked a little sad, but immediately got out the papers we would need again and flicked to the right page. I sat down next to Brian and waited for him to be done, picking up the pen and clicking the end up and down repeatedly. Kurt didn't say anything, just waited patiently and picked up his writing instrument only when the correct place to sign was pointed out for him.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" The man suddenly asked. I couldn't help but think he was stalling, desperately trying to make us reconsider. I looked him straight in the eye and shook my head.

"No. Kurt?" Glancing over I saw Kurt doing the exact same thing, my husband who was soon to become my ex-husband.

"No."

"Then sign here." Brian pointed out the line. I stared at it for a second, marvelling at how a single mark on a piece of paper that would normally have no significance, could here change someone's life forever. I leant forward, bringing my pen to the page, and signed. My signature wasn't my best, but it was distinguishable. That was it.

"You are officially divorced." Steve said once Kurt had signed. Immediately a strange sense on relief washed over me. I had expected to feel terrible at this moment, like my life was falling apart. Instead I just felt glad.

"Thanks." I said, looking over at Brian, Steve, and the man. It was funny how we had never learnt his name. I expected we would never see him again so didn't particularly care. Finally bringing my gaze to Kurt I saw him smiling too. He seemed relieved. That was good. I never wanted to think I had pressured him into anything.

"Good luck." I said. My hand stretched out over the table, for a second Kurt looked at it, surprised. Then he smiled, taking it and shaking it gladly. After the handshake was finished I got to my feet, brushing down my suit jacket and getting out my phone.

"Is it ok to go now?" I asked. I wasn't sure what the etiquette for leaving after you'd just got divorced was.

"Of course." The man said. Saying goodbye to everyone one final time I turned and walked out of the door.

I left a little space between Blaine and I leaving the room. It felt strange to be doing something completely on my own, but at the same time invigorating. I found myself planning what I was going to do tonight without having to worry about anything else. I would ring Rachel soon and tell her everything had gone smoothly. Blaine and I had parted, but on good terms.

I was walking down the corridor, having apologised to the receptionist I had scared earlier, when I noticed Blaine in the alcove I had been in before. His back was turned so he didn't know I was listening.

"Hey Sebastian." He said, sounding happier than I'd heard him in a while. "It's all done. Kurt and I are divorced." Suddenly my gut tightened. I didn't like the way this sounded. "Yeah, I'm kind of relieved. Are you coming home from work soon? I need some massage therapy – all that sitting down made me kinda tense." Who was he talking to? Gripping my fists together I knew I should just carry on walking – this wasn't my business anymore, I shouldn't get upset. "Ok, well see you soon. I love you baby." Blaine flicked the phone closed and suddenly I realised what I was doing. Practically running away I made my way towards the lift, hearing the faint sound of my ex-husband swearing behind me and frantically pressing the button.

I got in the lift without even looking, trying desperately not to cry.

"Hey buddy, are you ok?" A voice sounded next to me and I looked over in surprise, seeing a tall blonde haired man standing next to me. He had kind eyes and seemed a little concerned.

"Yeah." I replied, trying to make me believe it myself. "I just got divorced."

"Ouch." The man replied. "I had that moment last week. Was just picking up the paperwork." He held up some pieces of paper as if explaining himself and I nodded, wishing the lift would hurry up so I could get out of here.

"I say husbands are just a waste of time right?" He continued. I laughed, more incredulously than in humour, but he smiled and looked at me.

"I'm Sam." A hand was held out in front of me. I stared at it for a couple of seconds, before slowly taking it and shaking. The man had strong grip, stronger than Blaine's had ever been. Somehow through that handshake something told me everything was going to be alright. I looked up at the man, seeing his caring, smiling face, and smiled back.

"Kurt."

The End

So that's the end of another fic! I have really anjoyed writing this, even if it was a complete angst-fest towards the end, so thank you to everyone that enjoyed it with me! I know it's hard to read about sad things, especially with how canon is going at the moment, so thanks for sticking around and not leaving me! I love each and every one of you very much.

Next I have many plans, the big one being a trilogy of fics all centred around one theme that I am VERY excited about. The 2nd and 3rd stories will also contain different pairings that I hope you will stick around to read. There is also the task of YDOYD:SY to complete and the Sambastian twin fic I have already started too! (Please take a look at that because I think Sambastian are an underrated pairing and I would love some feedback)

So, all that is left to say is thank you again and stay tuned! If you ever want a chat or have an prompt you would like me to write message me on here or tumblr I would love to chat!

Thanks

Liz xxx