"You don't care about me, and you never have!"
The words rolled foreignly off of Kurt's tongue. He didn't mean it, he really didn't. But he was too angry, too upset to take it back. To take it all back and make everything better. But the man standing in front of him had hurt him. Ripped his heart right out of his chest and fed it to the birds. He could barely look into those sad, honey colored eyes without choking on tears.
Blaine looked at Kurt with such despair and pain it poked needles in Kurt's already throbbing heart. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, he doesn't mean anything. It's just you're in New York and I'm here...and Kurt I miss you so much." Blaine choked out.
"But how could you, Blaine? You slept with this...this guy you met on Facebook, for God's sake!" Kurt shouted, tossing his arms into the air. Blaine shrunk away, looking like a kicked puppy.
"I love you, Kurt...please don't do this, please," he begged.
Kurt collapsed on his bed, shoulders slumped. "Get out," he murmured.
"Kurt..what?" Blaine's jaw went slack.
"Get out of my room, out of my house, Blaine. I can't bare to see you right now, okay?"
"I'm sorry..I--you're right, I deserve this," Blaine said through shaky breaths, "I love you..." he trailed off, slipping through the door, looking back at Kurt with heartbroken eyes.
Kurt just let out a sob, head in his hands. The words wouldn't make it past his lips.
Blaine didn't think he could screw it up this bad.
It was over.
