Kurt nodded and wiped at the tears with the back of his wrist. They were just coming thick and fast, especially when she mentioned cuddling in bed. It's what he had been doing with Blaine after he smashed his face on the treadmill. God, why hadn't he just had the balls to tell Blaine what was wrong then? Why did he continuously fuck every good thing up in his life? But it was better this way. Blaine didn't need to deal with the burden of all this. No one really understood it. Kurt didn't even understand it, he just knew he was damaged and Blaine should have someone who wasn't so fucked up. He probably wouldn't sleep at all. The voices would keep telling him he was fat and didn't deserve a boyfriend like Blaine. He knew enough to know it was best he wasn't alone, and he didn't really want to be. When he was left alone like this, he always did more damage.

"No," he whispered hoarsely and then turned his head away to look out the window, sniffling back more tears and curling in on himself as he looked through his bag in his lap for some breath mints. He found the small box and shoved some into his mouth to try and get rid of the horrible taste still lingering there to match the sick feeling inside. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about anything. Please just take me home."