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?

Sam: It is though and I feel horrible. You're alone, Seb's not happy with just me, I'm not happy if you guys aren't happy and it's a mess.

Blaine: Do you think he'll ever change his mind?

Blaine: So you think they make me look cute because I look like an old person in them?

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.

Blaine: You're not the only one, Sammy. But Bas made the decision, and he's too stubborn to be changing it anytime soon... fuck. I hate this.

Blaine: Am not! Really? Good, I make a point to look cute in my bowties. Glad someone appreciates it, I'm getting tired of the whole 'grandpa' teasing.

Sam: I know. It sucks. He knows how I feel, but I can't make him change his mind. The only thing I can do is beg him to give you another chance, which he'd do... but it's not fair of me to ask. It's not really fair that I can't be with you either, but it is what it is.

Blaine: It's kind of dumb considering that we see each other everyday. But I don't know. It's just not the same, and it's never going to be the same again, is it?

Blaine: That is /not/ a word, and I'm not addicted! I'm just fond of them. Okay, then, I'll definitely get them back and start wearing them. I know just the right outfit to go with it.

Sam: I don't think it is... I just really fucking miss you.