"Ku-urt! We're going to be late for cla-ass!"
"Go without me."
"...what's wrong? ...Kurt?"
"Please, Rachel. Just go."
"... Oh, Kurt. Hey, stop crying. What's all... What's all this lot?"
"Eighteen months."
"... Sorry?"
"Eighteen months. Today would have been our, our... one and a half years anniversary."
"Kurt... It still can be, you know."
"He's not there, Rach."
"Kurt..."
"Please. Go. Tell them I'm not coming in today. I'm going to call my dad."
"...okay."