"What did I do." It's more a statement than a question.
"You did what you needed to," Sam says softly. "You weren't happy, Blaine. You needed this."
Blaine is quiet for a moment before he turns to look at Sam, eyes wide and pleading like maybe Sam has the answers he's looking for. "I'm not happy now, either."
"Well, no, but you can work on it now. You can start trying to be happy."
Blaine purses his lips, turns away again before he speaks, quietly; "I was trying before."
"Blaine."
"What?" Blaine asks, eyes fixed on the hem of his shirt as he plays with it.
"Blaine," Sam repeats, a little more forceful. "Look at me."
Blaine lets out a little sigh, then pulls his eyes up to look at Sam.
"There was only so much you could do on your own. This wasn't on you to fix. You know that, right?"
"I know, it's just, maybe if I'd–"
"Blaine."
Blaine clamps his mouth shut again.
"There's no ifs. This isn't your fault. There's nothing you could have done to fix this on your own."
Blaine takes a deep breath, tries to steady himself. "Yeah, I guess."
"Yeah I know," Sam says firmly.
They sit in silence for several long minutes, until Sam breaks it.
"I'm proud of you, you know that?"
Blaine glances back up at Sam, smiles a little sadly but it's a genuine smile. "Thank you."
Sam returns the smile warmly. "Come here, man," he says, opening his arms and gesturing for Blaine to come closer.
Blaine's smile spreads just a little, and he leans over into Sam's arms, wraps his own arms around Sam as Sam squeezes him close.
"We're gonna get you through this, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine agrees.