“Oh god, how could I be so stupid?” Rachel moaned as she buried her head in her hands. “Five years, Kurt. Five goddamn years I wasted on that jerk. I supported him when he lost his job and even let him move in when he couldn’t make rent. I gave him everything I could, and this is how he repays me? By screwing some slut in our bed?!” 

Kurt pulled her close and rubbed a hand over her hunched back. “I know, hun. He’s an absolute jackass and he never deserved you.”

“You know what he said when I caught them? He actually had the gall to turn it around on me! Like it was my fault his needs weren’t being met because I’m never home in the evenings and I’m always tired when I get back. I’m a freaking Broadway actress! What did he expect?!”

Blaine handed Rachel a glass of water and sat down on her other side. “He’s an ass, and you did the right thing by tossing him out. When will he be here to pick up his stuff?”

“In about ten minutes, I think. Thanks for being here guys, I really don’t know what I would have done if I had to face him alone.”

“My money is on either crying or maiming, or maybe both,” Kurt joked as he handed her another tissue, making Rachel smack him across his chest. “Ouch! Damn woman, see what I mean?” 

Rachel let out a watery giggle, but the heavy mood had been broken. She hooked her arms through Blaine and Kurt’s and pulled them in. “No really, thanks, guys. You’re the best.”

“Any time, Rach. Now you should go freshen up because that dickhead does not deserve to see your tears.”

Rachel collected the numerous wads of used tissues at her feet and went to the bathroom to do as instructed. It did not take her long to pull herself together and, before they knew it, the doorbell was ringing. Showtime.

Rachel’s ex had enlisted a friend to help him pack, and Rachel pointed them to the stack of boxes and tape she had put out. Kurt had commented on the need for actual boxes versus garbage bags, but Rachel just wanted them out as soon and as drama free as possible. It took them a little while, helped along by the hawk eyes of not only Rachel, but Kurt and Blaine as well to make sure he only took what actually belonged to him, but a stack of boxes soon began to grow left of the front door. 

Blaine observed the stack growing steadily, occasionally interrupted by Rachel reprimanding her ex for trying to take something she had paid for, like the Playstation and most of the games. “To the left, to the left,” he sang quietly, making Kurt look over at him in amusement. 

“Everything you own in a box to the left,” he chimed in with a grin.

Not to be outdone, Rachel took up the next line, “In the closet, that’s my stuff. Yes, if I bought it, please don’t touch.”

Kurt and Blaine gleefully provided backing vocals and harmonies for Rachel as she sang her heart out. “Standing in the front yard, tellin’ me how I’m such a fool. Talkin’ ‘bout, how I’ll never ever find a man like you, you got me twisted.”

By now, Rachel’s ex had finished boxing up his crap, and Kurt and Blaine took up posts on either side of the door while Rachel double checked every box in case something of hers was in it after all. 

“You could pack all your things, we’re finished.”

“You must not know ‘bout me.”

“Cause you made your bed, now lay in it.”

“You must not know ‘bout me.”

“I can have another you by tomorrow. Don’t you ever for a second get to thinking, you’re irreplaceable.”

With a slam, the front door closed behind Rachel’s ex for the final time. “In hindsight, I probably should have swiped left on that one…”