"Fucking hell." Kurt smacked the steering wheel with his fist, not sure what he wanted to do more - pummel Blaine, yell at him for eternity, kick him out of the car and make him walk back to the fucking Lima Bean, or burst into tears. He'd known it hadn't been long, but a week? "How can you say that? How can you say it doesn't matter? It matters to me. Did you care about me at all? Was I that easy to forget? I spent months feeling like I was missing my entire left side and you get over me in a fucking week. God. You are an asshole, you know that?"