"Maybe we should clear out her room," Kurt says as he spears another piece of chicken with his fork.
Blaine swallows before he speaks, hesitant. "Why?"
"It's just... do we need the reminder all the time?"
"You'd rather forget about her?" Blaine asks, raising his eyebrows a little.
"No," Kurt says, "of course not. I just think... it might not be good for you."
Blaine drops his fork to his plate and stares back at Kurt. "Might not be good for me?" he asks skeptically.
"I know you spend a lot of time in there," Kurt presses gently, because he had been worried Blaine might not take this well. "And maybe if we cleared it out, then it would help you move on."
"Move on?" Blaine asks, incredulous.
"You know what I mean, Blaine."
"No, Kurt, I don't know."
Kurt sighs, runs a hand over his face. "I just think that maybe you're spending too much time in the past."
"So you think I should just forget about her like you have?" Blaine shoots back coolly.
"You know that's not true," Kurt counters.
"Could have fooled me."
"Just because I can get through the week without having a breakdown about it doesn't mean I've forgotten about her," he snaps. He knows it's a low blow, but he can't stop the words from passing his lips. "At some point you need to start dealing with it, Blaine."
"I have been dealing with it, Kurt. Or do you mean like you've been dealing with it?" Blaine challenges. "You really think I don't know your insane work schedule for the past ten months is just an excuse for you to do anything other than deal with this?"
"I'm a doctor, Blaine. I can't help that my schedule is so busy. People need me."
"It doesn't matter how many people you help, it's not going to bring her back."
"You think I don't know that?" Kurt snaps again, voice a little higher than he meant for it to be.
They stare at each other for a tense moment before Blaine deflates just a little, lets out a soft sigh. "You know, my therapist said–"
"I don't care what your therapist said," Kurt says, standing from the table. "I'm not hungry anymore."
He leaves the plate half-full of food on the table, makes his way to the hook by the door and grabs his coat as Blaine watches silently.
"I'm going for a walk," he says, trying to keep his voice level.
"Okay," Blaine says softly, all the heat gone from his voice now, and it makes Kurt want to stay but he knows he'd only say something he'll regret.
He pulls his coat on, slips into his boots, and walks through the door, tries not to slam it behind himself.