"You should wear this one," Blaine says,"it looks nice on you."

"Blaine, why can't I choose my own clothes?"

He gives me a stern look and replies, "Kurt, you will wear what I tell you to."

"Blaine, I don't want to wear--"

"And in glee, I have the perfect song for you to sing."

I sigh. "But Blaine--"

"And I think you've gained some weight. You should lay off the food tomorrow. Maybe a salad for lunch, but nothing more. You need to look good."

"BLAINE! That's enough! I've been putting up with this for too long; you're trying to change me, and it's not right! How can you not see how horrible this is?" Without giving him a chance to answer, I storm out of my room, not caring that I'm leaving my house and leaving Blaine in my house. Okay, maybe I care a little, but I'm not going back in there.

I get in my car and take a deep breath. My phone vibrates as I pull out of the driveway.

From Blaine: I'm sorry, Kurt. Forgive me?

No, I think. He always does this; he never changes, is never sorry when he says he is. I won't take it this time.

To Blaine: No. We're done.

After a few seconds, I realize something. Parking in the parking lot of McDonalds', (like I'd actually eat here) I add:

And get the heck out of my house.