I'm Not A Girl, I Swear [Discontinued]

XIX

Blaine and Sebastian were the first ones up, neither of them having slept.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, sitting down at their breakfast table in the nearly abandoned dining hall. He immediately saw how red Sebastian's eyes are, that he had been crying.

"I could ask you the same thing," Sebastian mumbled.

Blaine sighed. "It's Kurt. I just... I'm worried about him. He promised me nothing was wrong but clearly something's wrong. I need to talk to him."

"You're a good boyfriend."

Blaine caught his tone. "It's Hunter, isn't it?"

Sebastian sighed, looking down at the table. "Just because I didn't want to make out with him since he was drunk and... Well, you know how people are when they're drunk, they're less careful. I told him we should head back to Dalton, but he got mad and left. I was trying to find him, and I did..."

He paused for a minute, as if gathering up the strength to say the words. "But he was kissing another guy."

Blaine gasped softly. "Sebastian, I'm so sorry."

"And they way they were standing..." He swallowed, blinking furiously. "It was clearly consensual."

As if on cue, a rather disheveled Hunter joined them at the table.

Blaine looked between him and Sebastian, catching the we-need-to-talk look in Sebastian's eyes. "I'm going to check on Kurt."

He left the table, hearing snatches of 'cheated on' and 'random guy' behind him. Glad he escaped, he unlocked the door to his dorm, seeing that Kurt was just waking up. Having known he wouldn't be able to sleep, he'd let Kurt sleep in his bed since he couldn't get into his dorm.

His hair was sticking up at random and he yawned, rubbing his eyes. Blaine nearly forgot what he was worried about, overwhelmed by how adorable he was.

"Morning," he said, Kurt looking over at him.

"You look worried," Kurt said.

Blaine sighed softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I am. Can I show you something?"

Kurt nodded and Blaine took his hand. He ran it over his hip and the side of his stomach. "You feel that?"

Kurt nodded again, looking confused.

Blaine moved Kurt's hand over to his own hip, running it over the same spot. How far in the indent is. "Do you feel that?"

Another nod.

Blaine let go of Kurt's hand. "Why, Kurt? You never eat, and whenever we can't find you, you're on a run."

"I just... I want to be skinny, Blaine."

The words broke Blaine's heart.

"Kurt, you're too skinny. It's unhealthy, you're just skin and bones."

Kurt didn't believe him. It was written clearly on his face.

"What do I have to do to get you to believe me?"