"I don't know. I didn't give him a chance to say anything. I stonewalled him and broke up with him," Kurt sobbed against Quinn's shoulder, feeling too exhausted and weak all of a sudden to protest or fight her off. In the past, he had fought her extensively. He fought everyone, but they kept fighting him back, and at the end of the day, that was why he trusted them to help him when he needed it the most. There was another wracking sob as he tried then to peel out of Quinn's grip. "But it's for the best! He doesn't know me and he's got some sort of fairy tale about me built up in his head! He thinks I'm attractive and I'm not! I'm horrible and I'm gross and I... I... I'm sick I need help," he finally relented in a broken whisper.

He hated these times the worst. Where he tried with everything in him to fight off what the illness was telling him, and it just got so exhausting and nothing made sense anymore. "I-I've lost him, but I have to. It's not fair for him to let him think I'm something that I'm not. I tried to do it, but I can't. I don't know how to be something someone wants when I don't know how to be something I want. I hate myself. I had to hurt him, Quinn! I-It's the only way. I need... need to get out of here. I want to go home."