"I love you, I do, baby. Of course I do …"
"But?" And his voice is so small that you feel your heart constricting in your chest.
"But … it's not enough for me. And I'm so sorry, because you have no idea how much I wish it could be, but it's just not."
"Kurt, I- I can't- when did this happen? How could this happen? To us, to you?"

And you don't know what to say to that. You don't really have anything you can say to that other than I love you and I'm sorry and I love you one more time, but that doesn't really feel adequate because his honey-gold eyes are brimming with tears, and, god, how could you have done that to him?

"Baby-"
"Don't baby me," and it comes out so harshly that even he flinches. "Sorry, I didn't mean … I just … how can you sit there calling me baby when you've been sexting some Chandler guy, I mean-"
"Blaine!" Because now you're the one who's shocked. "Sexting? Are you kidding me? It was completely harmless and PG rated, which is more than I can say for your conversations with Sebastian-"
"I didn't like Sebastian! I never encouraged Sebastian! I never made plans to go and live in New York with Sebastian! I made those plans with you." And you feel your heart break with his voice.

"It just makes me feel good, you know, appreciated-"
"Do you want me to text you asking you to sing into my voicemail? Is that what you want? Why would I do that, because I can hear your voice whenever I want? Do you want me to text you generic compliments? Or did I not make you feel appreciated enough by moving schools for you, bychanging my whole world for you? He may appreciate you, but, baby, I love you. When did that stop being enough?"

You watch him spit the words at you like he can't wait to get the taste off his tongue, but you can feel them piercing right through you. You can almost see the scars they'll leave and you wander if they'll ruin your pretty complexion, but then he's standing up, invading your personal space in a way that's never bothered you before. Breathing the same air.

"Tell me you love me," and it comes out as almost a growl. "Look me in the eye and tell me you love me." You flinch away from the tone of his voice, but he grabs your wrist, yanking you back towards him.
"I- I love you, baby. Of course I love you-"
"So why does that sound like an excuse?"
"Because it's not enough."