"Stop it... don't come near me."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop.”
"Please-"
"Get away from me."
"Kurt-"
"Don't touch me!"
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mea-"
"Didn't mean what, Blaine? Didn't mean to hit me? Didn't mean to sleep with him? Didn't mean to drink yourself into oblivion just like every other fucking night these past two months?"
"I – I…none of it. I never meant any of it."
"I find that hard to believe considering I've asked you to stop drinking as many times as you've continued to do it. And how many times have you fucked this guy, Blaine? Seems like it couldn't have been just this once."
"It was only once."
“Okay, well you still did it once... That's once to many."
"Kurt, I'm sorry, please don't-"
"You've never hit me before."
"…I know."
"Never."
"I know."
"You're not the same person I fell in love with."
"I can – I can change. I can get better! Please, I promise I'll get better."
"Why?"
"Why…what?"
"All of it. Why did you start drinking? Why did you keep drinking? Why did you sleep with him? Why did you hit me?"
"I – I can't-"
"Can't what? Can't explain yourself? Can't tell me when I suddenly wasn't worth it anymore?"
"Kurt, I love y-"
"Don't."
"Please."
"Tell me why."
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"I don't want you to tell me what you think I want to hear. I want the truth. I think I deserve that much."
"I just…I drink because…I need it."
"Need it to what? I understand people drinking every now and then. Life can be pretty shitty sometimes. But every single night, Blaine? Every night? You disappear to random bars. I get phone calls at two in the morning from bartenders telling me that you're too trashed to see straight. Other nights you've got someone, whether it's a cab driver or the guy you fucked drop you off and you come stumbling in the front door smelling like booze."
"Once. only cheated once. Well sometimes I need to get away from your – your nagging!"
"Oh I see. My nagging. Blaine, do tell. When did I nag you before all of this started? Give me one incident. Just one."
"I…you…when you…"
"I thought as much. Maybe you should speak up more. And another thing. Something that tears me apart. Why did you sleep with him?"
"He just – I needed – something different."
"Different from me."
"…Yes."
"Because we've been together for so long. And you needed something new."
"Yes."
"And you didn't think you could come talk to me about it? You didn't think I'd understand? Oh wait, you've been in an alcoholic induced haze for the past two months. Your vision has been slightly clouded."
"Kurt-"
"Why did you hit me?"
"Please-"
"Why did you hit me?"
"I just – I lost control."
"So you hit me."
"I'm sorry."
"That's not okay. There will never be an excuse for that. Ever. We're done."
"What? No, please, I promised you! I told you I'd get better! I'll stop, I'll stop it all!"
"You've said that at least four other times. I'm not seeing any progress."
"I'll change. I can do better!"
"Better than slapping me across the face so hard that I hit the wall behind me?"
"God, I'm so sorry. Are you-"
"I said don't touch me!"
"I just want to make sure you're-"
"I don't need you to make sure of anything anymore, Blaine. I thought I could – thought I could deal with this. I thought maybe it was just a phase, that I could ignore it and everything could be the way it was before. But you…hurt me. And I promised myself I'd never let that happen. I can't stay here. I can't be with you."
"Please, please don't. I'm so sorry, it'll never happen again. Kurt, you have to believe me, you have to! We've been through everything together!"
"I've stayed as long as I can."
"You – what are you doing? No! Don't pack! Don't leave!"
"Let go of me! I can't do this anymore, Blaine."
"Kurt, I'll do anything. Anything. Just tell me what I need to do."
"What you need to do is stop drinking. What you need to do is prove you can be a functioning member of society without a beer or a glass of whiskey every night. But you have to do that without me."
"I – I don't know how to do anything without you."
"I know. You'll have to learn."
"I don't want to learn."
"You have to."
"I can't, Kurt. I can't. Please don't leave me."
"I'm sorry, Blaine."
"I love you. I love you so much."
"…I know."
A door slams.
"I'll always love you back.” 
“Kurt please come back I-I need you! I'm so sorry... when I drink I just... I... There's no excuse but I'll do anything to keep you to go back to how things were!! I love you and I-I'll go to rehab.”
“Look Blaine, I love you... I love you so much that it's killing me to leave.... But your not yourself when you drink! And you cheated on me! Now you hit me! If you get help... And you know you can get better on your own... Call me and we'll see 'cause when your sober I see you... The real you- the sweet bow tie loving nerd! The one that would never cheat on me or hurt me! That's the one I wanna be with, but I can't... we need time to heal and fate will bring us back and we can be together again! Just get help, okay? I know being famous is hard. But you need another outlet. Something that is not alcohol! Go to rehab Blaine... I love the real you. I don't love the person you've become. Do it for me..."
By this time they each had tears going down there cheeks. Kurt leaned over and kissed his forehead. He pulled something out of his bag and handed him a pair of pants and a picture.
“These are my favorite pants. Proof that once you get help I'll be back... And this is a picture from graduation.  Just remember our love and why you want to get sober... And if you get sober for me that proves that you regret what you did and you still love me...”
“I do I do... I'm so so so sorry!! I love you so much... I don't want you to leave me I need you...”
“I know sweetie I know it's just until you get better I'll check in soon... Kurt handed Blaine a card “Here I hear they are the best. Give them a call...”
“I will... I'll do anything for you.”

Kurt offered a small smile and a wave and was off... Before he got on the elevator he heard to most gut-wrenching sob escape from his ex-boyfriend's lips..