“I think we should break up,” Blaine said, stopping suddenly in his tracks. Kurt turned around slowly, disbelieving as he looked back at Blaine with his jaw dropped.

“What?”

“This isn’t working, Kurt,” Blaine started, his tone gentle yet pleading, pleading for Kurt to understand.

“How can you say that to me? After everything we’ve been through. You’re just giving up?”

“This,” Blaine said, motioning his hand between the two of them. “It’s just holding you back. I thought I could be an anchor for you, back in Ohio. Something to give you strength for your transition to New York, maybe even an inspiration for all the amazing things you’ll do out here. But that was selfish… and not true. We’ve been fighting so much lately, Kurt. Long distance is hard and I can’t help but feel like I’m just holding you back from all the things that you should be experiencing out here.”

“But I can’t do all of those amazing things without you,” Kurt said, his voice cracking. “Please, Blaine. It’s only been a month. It’ll take some getting used to.”

“I don’t want to get used to it… Do you?”

“Of course I do,” Kurt said, his voice raising. “Why don’t you?”

“Fighting through text because we can’t even find ten minutes to Skype, just so I can remember what your voice sounds like? That’s not what I want for us.”

“Then what do you want, besides getting rid of me,” Kurt asked, anger fighting it’s way to the surface, clawing through the denial that he was still trying so desperately to cling to.

“That’s not fair,” Blaine whispered, hurt. “I flew out here so we could talk in person, the least you can do is listen to what I have to say.”

“No, you flew out here so you could break my heart. I never asked for this from you!” Kurt threw his hands out, pushing back as Blaine tried to step closer.

“Don’t you think that we deserve better, Kurt? Both of us?”

“Better,” Kurt whispered. “Better than what we have? What we had,” he corrected himself. “How could you be so hurtful?”

“Kurt, I just want what’s best for you.”

“No, stop,” Kurt yelled, the tears finally spilling over his cheeks as the last of his denial was ripped away. “Just stop.” He turned away, hand covering his mouth in an attempt to choke back the sobs that were threatening to escape. He ran. He ignored Blaine yelling his name, ignored Finn’s hand on his arm as he sprinted past, ignored everything except for the searing pain in his heart and his lungs as he tried to escape.