Blackbird

You're Beautiful

Blaine feels insecure and ashamed of his body. He's anxious around his own fiance, and Kurt just won't have it that way. Here we go!

Blaine's point of view

What is wrong with me? I've never felt this way about myself before. I never one to have body issues. I was always the athlete. I weight lifted, I boxed, I was in the Dalton Fight Club for crying out loud. I'm not even supposed to talk about fight club. Anyway, Kurt's probably worrying about me. I've been acting weird around him, and I can tell he's suspicious. I know I shouldn't be keeping my distance from him. It's unlike me to ever want to be alone. Maybe if I just don't say anything and don't draw attention to myself, he won't notice. No, I know him better than that. He knows me better than that.

Kurt's point of view

There's something going on with Blaine. He's just been acting differently recently. Especially around me. He's been keeping his distance from me, and he won't let me hug or kiss him. Not to mention we haven't been intimate for about a week. He's never like this. I hate when he keeps things from me. What could be so bad that he has to hide it from his fiance? I'm going to be married to him. Blaine shouldn't be afraid to tell me anything. I should say something. I can't bear to watch him like this. It's not good for him, and it's not good for me.

Blaine's point of view

I was laying down on me and Kurt's bed. Even though we live apart, we still consider it ours. I was facing the wall on my side with my legs hanging off the edge. I figured that I could use my time alone to finally relax. I've been practically sucking in my stomach all day long. It's nice to let myself go, but I hate feeling like I have to. You know what I mean? Whatever. As I was trying to hold myself together, I could feel a presence behind me. A familiar, reassuring hand touched my back and began rubbing in circles. I sighed and closed my eyes. I knew it was Kurt.

"Hey, you," He greeted me. I swear I could hear the smile in his voice, which made me want to smile. A little one broke through.

"Hi," I answered, craning my neck to look at him behind me. I turned over on my other side so I could see him better. Propping myself up on my shoulder, I looked down at the blanket, away from his gaze. Grabbing a pillow, I pulled it up in front of me to hide my stomach. I tried not to make it too obvious though. He sighed. I'm convinced he can read my mind. That or I'm just really transparent.

"Blaine, look at me," Kurt demanded. Hesitant, I let my eyeballs roll up to look at him. He wasn't satisfied and gently used his thumb and finger to tilt my head up. "That's better. Now, we have to talk." I clutched the pillow tighter to me. I can't say I didn't see this coming. I slowly nodded my head and sat up, pretending not to know what we were discussing.

"Talk about what?" I asked. Kurt gave me the 'really?' look. I sighed, realizing he was telling me he wasn't buying it.

"I think you know exactly what. Your behavior lately? You've been acting weird for a while now and I'm tired it." I opened my mouth to speak but immediately shut it. My eyes met the floor, followed by my head. Kurt repeated his action of making me look at him and continued. "You hardly want to go out anymore, you seem to always be alone, you won't let me hug or kiss you..." Tears began to form in my eyes. How could I let anything get in the way of me and my Kurt? I never meant to make him upset. I just didn't want him to see how pathetic I was. I was a timid, anxious wreck, and that's not the kind of boyfriend he deserves. The tears were falling before I knew it. Kurt reached out to take the pillow away. I slightly jerked away when he put his hand on it.

"N-no, I-" I tried my best to push out a negation. Kurt shushed me and wiped my tears. He just gave me this face. A face that said, 'Don't be afraid. Everything's going to be okay. Just let go.' I sniffled as I loosened my grip. Kurt smiled sympathetically and removed the pillow. He looked down to see what I was hiding and I sucked myself in. He chuckled and gave my tummy a little poke, making me giggle and relax my muscles. I realized what I had done and my eyes welled up again. I couldn't stand my stomach. Looking at it in the mirror, seeing how big and pudgy it was just made me so angry and ashamed. And now Kurt's going to see it and-

"Blainey, why would you hide this from me?" I opened my eyes and looked at him in confusion as he smiled.

"W-what?" I asked.

"Why would you hide your belly? What's wrong with it?" He repeated. I swallowed hard as I comprehended the situation. He's...smiling? Why? There's nothing to smile about. Still, I had to give him an answer. I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself.

"I'm fat, Kurt. I'm fat and there's nothing I can do about it but feel terrible about myself. That's why we haven't been intimate, why I wouldn't let anyone touch me and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I let my insecurities get in the way of us and I-" Kurt shushed me again. The tears were beginning to show in my sad eyes.

"Why would you think you were fat? You're not! Far from it, actually," He explains, making me blush. "And why did you think you had to keep this from me? You know what I said about secrets. Unacceptable. And this isn't something you bottle up inside. You know why? Because what happens to a balloon if you fill it with too much air?"

"...Th-they pop."

"They pop, exactly," He nodded. I saw the point he was trying to make. He continued. "The more you hold in without letting it out, the sooner you can't take it anymore and you...pop." I nodded. Kurt looked at me with loving, understanding eyes as he wiped the tears from mine. He pulled me into a hug.

Kurt's point of view

I held Blaine close. He clung to me for dear life as I stroked his curls. "You're beautiful, Blaine. I hope you know that."

"So I've been told," He grinned. I chuckled and rubbed his back up and down. I decided to flatter him some more. Because, why not?

"My beautiful baby." I felt him heat up as the blush crawled up his back, to his neck.

"I'm not a baby," He mumbled. I could tell he was smiling, blushing mess. Clearly, he was enjoying it.

"Yes, you are," I teased. "My little Blainey Days is in denial."

"Stop iiit..." He hid his bright red face. I smirked as I hugged him. I tilted his chin up to look at me once we pulled away. He had a big, happy smile on his blushy face. I smiled back and kissed his cheeks.

"There now, isn't that better?" I cooed. Blaine giggled.

"Hehehe, yeah." He took a deep breath. "Much better. Thank you."

"Of course, Blaine," I beamed. "I couldn't stand watching you do this to yourself every day. I'm just glad I could cheer you up." Blaine blushed and nodded.

"Me too." We sat in silence, staring at each other with massive smiles. Blaine tried to start up a new conversation.

"So...about yesterda-"

"Just shut up and kiss me." I pulled Blaine's face as close to mine as I could as we kissed. I felt his body heat up again as I grasped the back of his neck. He moved his hands to my sides. We kissed passionately until the need to breathe became too much. We pulled away.

"I love you so much," Blaine sighed happily. I grinned and put my hand on his warm cheek.

"I love you too," I responded. I held his hand and rubbed my thumb over his knuckles. Blaine attempted to stand up. I stopped him.

"Nope, sit down," I smirked.

"But I thought we were doing errands or something."

"That can wait. We're gonna stay here and take a lazy day. Just the two of us." Blaine smiled wide and nodded. I helped him to his feet and we both changed into something more comfortable. We watched ate ice cream and watched movies. Mostly Disney because I let Blaine pick. "Did you like the movie? Blaine?" I realized I was talking to myself because Blaine had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I softly smiled and kissed his nose. "I love you, beautiful." He smiled in his sleep.