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

XXXIII

Blaine was sitting on his bed, phone in his hand, debating whether or not to go through with his plan.

He'd screwed up enough already. Kurt was mad at him, as was Sebastian, and probably Hunter at this point. He had no right to do this.

On the other hand, Kurt needed help. He wasn't going to listen to Blaine, so Blaine had to get someone else to help him.

Kurt might hate him.

Blaine shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "I'd rather have Kurt alive and hate me than dead," he mumbled, dialing the number.

"Hello?"

"Finn, it's Blaine. I need to talk to you and Burt. It's important."

"Okay, I'll find him. What's wrong?"

He didn't want to say it more than once, hating to admit it. "It's Kurt."

"Shit. Oh, found him. You're on speaker now."

"What's going on?" Burt's voice asked.

"It's Blaine, he says it's important and about Kurt."

Blaine cleared his throat. "I wish I could tell you in person, this isn't exactly what you want to hear over the phone. I'll just get to the point. Kurt needs help, but he won't listen to me."

"Help?"

"He..." Blaine swallowed. "He has anorexia. He agreed to let me help him, and we both did a bunch of research to see how we could get rid of it. There's nothing. And it's too bad for us to fix it ourselves, I can't help him. He needs a specialist, but he refuses it. He says he's perfectly fine, but he- he could die. 20% chance, probably more with how thin he is."

There was a shocked and worried silence on the other end and Blaine kept talking.

"I'm really, really worried about him. I thought that if he won't listen to me, he would hopefully listen to you. And... yeah. That's it."

He hung up awkwardly, not knowing what else to say and not wanting them to have to answer.

He sighed, falling back on his bed.

Hopefully they could do something.