"I hate you."

"I'm sorry."

"I hate you."

"Please-"

"Get away from me."

"Kurt-"

"Don't touch me!"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mea-"

"Didn't mean to 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."

"I'm sorry."

"You reek of him. You come home at night and your clothes, your skin, everything smells like him."

"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 shit 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're fucking, drop you off and you come stumbling in the front door smelling like cheap cologne and booze."

"Well sometimes I need to get away from your – your nagging!"

"Oh I see. My nagging. Blaine, do tell. When did I nag your before all of this started? Give me one incident. Just one."

"I…you…when you…"

"I thought as much. 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."

"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."

"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."

End