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Sam: I don't know... I feel like this is all my fault. If I'd have just kept my huge fucking mouth shut when he got you to move your stuff back in, we'd all still be together. He wanted you back, but I told him I didn't because I could barely remember you and I made him choose between us. That was when he started telling himself we could never all be together. It's my fault. The worst part is, I didn't even mean what I told him. I wanted it to work out between the three of us, but I was so angry that I'd /just/ got you to come get your things and he immediately undid that. I didn't remember being in love with you and I felt like I was going to be forced to get back with you whether I wanted that or not. I was scared that he was so desperate to hold onto you... How fucked up is that? I helped him convince himself that we'd be better off without you and he let me because he thought I'd never take you back. Now I remember everything and I know we're not better off without you, but I already screwed it up.
Sam: Pretty much? But totally a sexy old person. Like a GILF.
Blaine: It's alright, Sam, I get it, you don't have to explain yourself to me. And nothing is your fault, okay? They're all just misunderstandings and bad timing; if anything, it was my fault for leaving without notice in the first place. So don't even stress yourself out about this. It's. Not. Your. Fault. Okay?
Blaine: Oh my god, Sammy. GILF? Really?
