Fic: Pleasingly- Kurt/Blaine- Glee
Title: Pleasingly (Sequel to Comfortable, Squeeze and Snug).
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The tables are turned! Whilst this does contain future!Blaine being all grabby hands and adoring of a slightly chubby future!Kurt, maybe it's Blaine who needs to be grabbed and adored this time. I know that's not to everyone's tastes, if it bothers you, don't read.
Word Count: 2588
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go to visit Blaine's parents and brother, and whilst his family have come to accept his sexuality, Blaine's father has something else to say about his youngest son.
Pleasingly
Kurt was laughing as Blaine twirled him into Kurt's bedroom, Kurt tugging at Blaine's shoulders, wanting to dance, his head lolling slightly from the food-induced sleepiness. Blaine slapped Kurt gently on the thigh, and pushed him back, so Kurt fell onto his bed, rolling over and lying there, still giggling.
"I'm drunk," he announced decisively.
"You are not drunk," Blaine told him, lying down next to him, "There's too much food in your stomach for you to be drunk, it's absorbed all the alcohol."
"But the alcohol came before the food," Kurt complained, "You plied me with it because you know it makes me eat more."
"I didn't ply you with anything, you wanted to drink!"
"I shall burst," Kurt whined, pulling a pillow over his head. Blaine eased it back down so he could see his boyfriend's face. "It hurts," Kurt moaned.
"Can I make it better?" Blaine asked, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.
"Serious tummy rubs," Kurt murmured. Blaine faced Kurt, pressing a kiss to his forehead and then putting his hands on Kurt's full, warm tummy. He snuggled close to Kurt, all the while massaging his stomach soothingly. "My family have never seen me eat like that." Kurt smiled, speaking quietly, "I shouldn't have drunk so much, I had even fewer inhibitions than usual... It was funny, though. Did you see Finn's face?"
"Yeah," Blaine laughed, "I think he was horrified to be out eaten by you. Like it's some weird, innate display of manliness. You ate like you hadn't in days, Kurt."
"I guess I'm making up for all the years when I lived off carrot sticks and peanut crackers," Kurt grinned, "I'm still surprised I'm not bothered by how fat I'm getting."
"What have I told you about that word?" Blaine tutted, "We don't use that word, it isn't the right one."
"What would you suggest I call it?"
Blaine considered.
"How about we don't try to define it physically? Go with... Happy. Relaxed. At ease with yourself, and with me."
"I know a bit of you wants to define it physically, though," Kurt whispered, his voice suddenly low and seductive, "You want a number."
Blaine swallowed, but said nothing, looking into Kurt's eyes, which were heavy-lidded: sleepy but sultry. Blaine's gaze flicked down to Kurt's mouth, which gave him a smile before wrapping around the sound,
"Sixteen. Sixteen pounds in four months. And Blaine?"
"Yeah?" Blaine said hoarsely. Kurt smirked, pushing his body against Blaine's.
"You're such a pervert."
"Don't care," Blaine said breathlessly, before kissing Kurt fiercely.
***
Blaine liked to see Kurt sleep. Not in some creepy way, he just liked to see him so totally relaxed for once. He liked to see him without his hair styled perfectly, with it soft and fluffy and flopping in front of his face. He liked to see the clumps of sleep gathered around his eyes, his eyelashes dark and perfect against his pale, porcelain skin. He liked him scruffy and dishevelled in an old t-shirt and shorts, and his hands pink and indented from where he'd accidentally lain funny on them. Blaine just liked to see a Kurt who wasn't anxious about the image he was presenting to the world, because he knew that when it was the two of them, Kurt could be a little more at ease.
It was for the same reason that Blaine liked that Kurt wasn't quite as slim as he used to be. He liked that he'd relaxed a bit, put on a little weight. The Kurt who Blaine had first met didn't keep himself thin for any other reason than that it was /expected/ of him. Blaine knew that part of Kurt had felt that the gay guy had to be fashionable and fabulous, and in order to do this he had to be petite and lithe, perfectly capable of squeezing into every new trend. Kurt loved clothes, and loved looking good and feeling good about himself, but even he couldn't deny that it was partly for show and God, what he would not do to dig into a pizza and fries sometimes.
Kurt wriggled, starting to wake slowly, scratching at his abdomen. Blaine knew that Kurt would be hungry already. Blaine loved his boyfriend's appetite, but couldn't pinpoint why, whether it was watching the act of eating itself or the statement behind it, which screamed, "I love myself, I'm not worried about what people think anymore". Sure enough, as soon as Kurt sat up and stretched, yawning, his stomach growled. He bit his lip, putting one hand on his tummy and looking at Blaine sheepishly.
"And a lovely morning to you too," Blaine laughed.
"You don't know how much I am craving scotch pancakes right now. With crème fraiche. And raspberry jam. Hnngh."
"Are you pregnant?" Blaine asked amusedly.
"Not yet, but I intend to be within the next half hour, with the food baby I get from the amazing breakfast you're gonna make me." Kurt purred. He raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
"You know I like it when you talk about eating like that," Blaine mumbled. Kurt flopped back onto the pillows, stretching out.
"Oh God, I think I won. You are the best boyfriend in the world. I can eat whatever I want and put on weight and you'll still think I'm gorgeous. I think I'm going to have to marry you."
"Is it bad that my first thoughts were about the wedding cake?"
"Yes, very bad. I love you, though."
"I love you too. Every pound of you."
Kurt grinned, squirming happily in the duvet and feeling gorgeous.
***
Kurt was paying a visit to Mr Schuester at McKinley that afternoon, and agreed to join Blaine later to have dinner at the Anderson's, and then stay the night. Kurt had met Blaine's parents before, and whilst they were a bit overbearing they had gradually accepted Blaine's sexuality, and Blaine's mom especially had taken a shine to Kurt. Blaine had an older brother, William, who had graduated college the year before and was staying home to save money so he could travel. Kurt liked them, and they seemed to like him.
Blaine pulled up in front of the house, parking and then getting out of the car, wandering into the garage where he knew that his older brother would be.
"Hey Blaine," William said, looking up from the open car bonnet, wiping his hands on his jeans. He eyed his little brother amusedly. "Wow, what're you smuggling under your t-shirt?"
Blaine yanked on it automatically.
"Shut up, Will," he told his brother good-humouredly. Will grinned and walked over to Blaine, giving him a quick hug. As Blaine pulled back Will poked at Blaine's tummy.
"Seriously, where did all this come from? Dad is gonna kill you." Blaine pushed him off.
"Come on, so I put on a couple of pounds, Dad won't care."
"On your gut be it," William shrugged. Blaine shook his head, laughing.
"I have missed you and your constant insults," Blaine smiled, "You're not to talk to Kurt like that when he arrives this evening."
"Why? He a chubby too?"
"Psh, I just accept him as he is. Maybe you should try it, then you might be able to hold down a girlfriend."
It was Will's turn to tell his brother to shut up, but he was smiling.
"Are Mom and Dad out?" Blaine asked, picking up a wrench and playing with it, twirling it in his hand.
"Yeah," Will replied, engrossed in the car again.
"I'm gonna go and grab a shower and sort some things out before Kurt gets here. What's for dinner?"
"Salad, fatty." Will said. Blaine bristled a little, not finding it so funny now that Will wouldn't drop it. Will seemed to sense this, looking up. "Hey, Blaine, I'm just teasing. I think it's carbonara for dinner. And you know you're not fat, right?"
Blaine suddenly dreaded his parents getting home.
***
"This is absolutely delicious, Grace," Kurt complimented. Blaine noticed that Kurt had eaten a little less than he would've at home, and more slowly, paced, allowing himself to take an active part in the conversation; but he was still very obviously enjoying his meal. "You'll have to let me have the recipe."
"It's one of my more indulgent dishes," Blaine's mom replied, "It's got rather too many calories to have too often! But I thought, what with Blaine being home, we could all have a treat."
"The naughty recipes are the best," Kurt quipped. Grace smiled, then looked at Blaine.
"Blaine, are you alright?" Grace asked, "You've barely said a word all dinner."
"That's because he's too busy stuffing his face." Blaine's dad spoke up suddenly. Kurt looked at Blaine, alarmed.
"Richard!" Grace hissed.
"Well, it's true," Richard huffed, eyeing his youngest son with distaste. Blaine stared into his lap, his heart starting to pound. He could see the soft curve of his tummy, sticking out over the waistband of his jeans, and it suddenly made him feel sick.
"You look awful, Blaine. Your face is all bloated and piggish. You've let yourself get horribly out of shape, again. I really thought you were going to keep yourself fit this time."
"Richard, that's enough." Grace near-growled. William tossed down his fork with a clatter, getting to his feet and leaving the room, not wanting to listen to the oncoming row. Kurt stayed still, not knowing what to do.
"I just don't see," Richard addressed his wife now, as though Blaine wasn't sitting right next to him, "How he could have let himself get fat again."
"I'm not fat," Blaine snapped, "And I wasn't before. And can you please have the common decency to not do this when we have a guest, Jesus fucking Christ-"
"Language!" Richard scolded. Blaine jumped to his feet.
"I'm not a kid anymore! I apologise for actually being happy for the first time, for being comfortable in my own skin, something you made impossible all my life; but whatever, Dad, I'll just go and make myself throw up now, if that makes you happy."
Blaine ran from the room, Kurt getting up and following close behind. Blaine darted up the stairs, jumping two, three at a time, then slipped into the bathroom. He was just about to lock the door when Kurt leapt forward and put his foot in the way of it being closed.
"Blaine," he said desperately. Blaine looked at him tearfully.
"I'm not gonna do it," he said shakily, "I never would. I daren't, and it just grosses me out too much. Oh God, Kurt, I'm so sorry you had to see all that."
"Let me in." Kurt said softly. Blaine pulled open the door reluctantly, turning to go and sit on the lid of the toilet. Kurt perched on the edge of the bath. It was silent for a few minutes, until Kurt spoke.
"You're beautiful, Blaine," he said gently, "You're beautiful and you're confident, and that's what really matters. And you were right. You are not fat."
"Maybe I am, though," Blaine sniffed, "What if he's right? Shit, I've gained so much weight. Fuck."
Kurt suddenly grabbed Blaine by the shoulders to kiss him forcefully on the lips. Blaine was startled but kissed back.
"What was that for?" he asked weakly.
"Oh, Blaine! I didn't realise before tonight, but I do now. I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry though?"
"I didn't realise that the reason you're so encouraging and supportive of the way my body is now," Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's sides and fastened on his hips, "Is because you need to reassure yourself. You need to remind yourself that this is all fine. God, I'm so sorry I didn't realise that... You're always so strong, the hero, the mentor; sometimes I forget to look after you."
Blaine ducked his head, and Kurt knew he was blushing. He pushed Kurt's hands away.
"It's fine, Kurt, it doesn't matter."
"It clearly does matter. You won't let me go about a day believing that I'm anything less than beautiful, I should do the same for you. Come here." Kurt held out his arms, and Blaine rested against himself and let himself be held.
"It's just... Difficult sometimes," Blaine mumbled, "I was a chubby kid, and when I was in junior high, you know that... But I lost loads of weight in high school. And then I kind of... Even muscled up a bit, you know?" he said awkwardly, quietly.
"You've still got your muscles," Kurt smiled, squeezing Blaine's arm.
"Yeah, but... I had something resembling abs, Kurt. And sometimes I look at myself and think, Jesus... Why did I throw that away voluntarily?!"
"Listen, Blaine," Kurt said, holding Blaine by his forearms, looking straight at him, "You know I wasn't exactly skinny in junior high. I lost forty pounds before I started McKinley. And yeah, sometimes I get a bit freaked out about putting on weight, and worrying that it'll make me as unhappy as it did when I was younger. But there's a big difference this time. Because Blaine, I don't hate myself anymore. I love food, I love the attention you pay to my eating and my body, and I love myself. I don't need to be skinny to look amazing. The curves I have are absolutely kickass. I know this because you told me, and I can believe you now."
"You've always been gorgeous, though," Blaine murmured, "I'm nothing special."
"Are you kidding me?! Blaine, you are so handsome it's untrue. Your hair is gorgeous, and when you grow it a little and it goes all curly... It's perfect. I love your eyes, and your ridiculous triangle eyebrows, and I liked the weirdest thing about you, you make me wanna do, er, weird things... um, like, your ear lobes and your neck give me the most vampiric urge to bite.” Blaine looked a bit concerned but amused at that, “Your arms are so strong, yet your hands are so long and elegant, really pianist's hands. Your whole body is beautiful, but don't get me started on your tummy. The way that your t-shirt clings to you, I'd cling that close if I could." Kurt moved his hand to pinch Blaine's stomach, "I see this as partly my doing, if you will. It's mine, and I want you to keep it, because I love it. And not just because I find the extra pounds hot: because your confidence in yourself is what made me fall in love with you in the first place. Hey," Blaine had lowered his head, tears starting to fall; Kurt raised it back up with his thumb under Blaine's chin, "You are still healthy. The only thing you're damaging is your Dad's fucked up pride. I'd never, ever do anything like make you eat when you don't want to, or put your health at serious risk. But I love you, Blaine, no matter how much you eat or what you look like. Please remember that."
"I love you too," Blaine smiled through his tears. Kurt kissed him again, his hand rubbing gently at Blaine's tummy.
"You get to your room and I'll bring you up dessert. We can share it."
"I'm not sure if I should..." Blaine started. Kurt frowned. Blaine grinned, and continued, "... Share. It's pavlova, Mom said, and I want my own piece, please."
Kurt smiled, and kissed Blaine again.
-Fin-
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The tables are turned! Whilst this does contain future!Blaine being all grabby hands and adoring of a slightly chubby future!Kurt, maybe it's Blaine who needs to be grabbed and adored this time. I know that's not to everyone's tastes, if it bothers you, don't read.
Word Count: 2588
Summary: Kurt and Blaine go to visit Blaine's parents and brother, and whilst his family have come to accept his sexuality, Blaine's father has something else to say about his youngest son.
Pleasingly
Kurt was laughing as Blaine twirled him into Kurt's bedroom, Kurt tugging at Blaine's shoulders, wanting to dance, his head lolling slightly from the food-induced sleepiness. Blaine slapped Kurt gently on the thigh, and pushed him back, so Kurt fell onto his bed, rolling over and lying there, still giggling.
"I'm drunk," he announced decisively.
"You are not drunk," Blaine told him, lying down next to him, "There's too much food in your stomach for you to be drunk, it's absorbed all the alcohol."
"But the alcohol came before the food," Kurt complained, "You plied me with it because you know it makes me eat more."
"I didn't ply you with anything, you wanted to drink!"
"I shall burst," Kurt whined, pulling a pillow over his head. Blaine eased it back down so he could see his boyfriend's face. "It hurts," Kurt moaned.
"Can I make it better?" Blaine asked, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smile.
"Serious tummy rubs," Kurt murmured. Blaine faced Kurt, pressing a kiss to his forehead and then putting his hands on Kurt's full, warm tummy. He snuggled close to Kurt, all the while massaging his stomach soothingly. "My family have never seen me eat like that." Kurt smiled, speaking quietly, "I shouldn't have drunk so much, I had even fewer inhibitions than usual... It was funny, though. Did you see Finn's face?"
"Yeah," Blaine laughed, "I think he was horrified to be out eaten by you. Like it's some weird, innate display of manliness. You ate like you hadn't in days, Kurt."
"I guess I'm making up for all the years when I lived off carrot sticks and peanut crackers," Kurt grinned, "I'm still surprised I'm not bothered by how fat I'm getting."
"What have I told you about that word?" Blaine tutted, "We don't use that word, it isn't the right one."
"What would you suggest I call it?"
Blaine considered.
"How about we don't try to define it physically? Go with... Happy. Relaxed. At ease with yourself, and with me."
"I know a bit of you wants to define it physically, though," Kurt whispered, his voice suddenly low and seductive, "You want a number."
Blaine swallowed, but said nothing, looking into Kurt's eyes, which were heavy-lidded: sleepy but sultry. Blaine's gaze flicked down to Kurt's mouth, which gave him a smile before wrapping around the sound,
"Sixteen. Sixteen pounds in four months. And Blaine?"
"Yeah?" Blaine said hoarsely. Kurt smirked, pushing his body against Blaine's.
"You're such a pervert."
"Don't care," Blaine said breathlessly, before kissing Kurt fiercely.
***
Blaine liked to see Kurt sleep. Not in some creepy way, he just liked to see him so totally relaxed for once. He liked to see him without his hair styled perfectly, with it soft and fluffy and flopping in front of his face. He liked to see the clumps of sleep gathered around his eyes, his eyelashes dark and perfect against his pale, porcelain skin. He liked him scruffy and dishevelled in an old t-shirt and shorts, and his hands pink and indented from where he'd accidentally lain funny on them. Blaine just liked to see a Kurt who wasn't anxious about the image he was presenting to the world, because he knew that when it was the two of them, Kurt could be a little more at ease.
It was for the same reason that Blaine liked that Kurt wasn't quite as slim as he used to be. He liked that he'd relaxed a bit, put on a little weight. The Kurt who Blaine had first met didn't keep himself thin for any other reason than that it was /expected/ of him. Blaine knew that part of Kurt had felt that the gay guy had to be fashionable and fabulous, and in order to do this he had to be petite and lithe, perfectly capable of squeezing into every new trend. Kurt loved clothes, and loved looking good and feeling good about himself, but even he couldn't deny that it was partly for show and God, what he would not do to dig into a pizza and fries sometimes.
Kurt wriggled, starting to wake slowly, scratching at his abdomen. Blaine knew that Kurt would be hungry already. Blaine loved his boyfriend's appetite, but couldn't pinpoint why, whether it was watching the act of eating itself or the statement behind it, which screamed, "I love myself, I'm not worried about what people think anymore". Sure enough, as soon as Kurt sat up and stretched, yawning, his stomach growled. He bit his lip, putting one hand on his tummy and looking at Blaine sheepishly.
"And a lovely morning to you too," Blaine laughed.
"You don't know how much I am craving scotch pancakes right now. With crème fraiche. And raspberry jam. Hnngh."
"Are you pregnant?" Blaine asked amusedly.
"Not yet, but I intend to be within the next half hour, with the food baby I get from the amazing breakfast you're gonna make me." Kurt purred. He raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
"You know I like it when you talk about eating like that," Blaine mumbled. Kurt flopped back onto the pillows, stretching out.
"Oh God, I think I won. You are the best boyfriend in the world. I can eat whatever I want and put on weight and you'll still think I'm gorgeous. I think I'm going to have to marry you."
"Is it bad that my first thoughts were about the wedding cake?"
"Yes, very bad. I love you, though."
"I love you too. Every pound of you."
Kurt grinned, squirming happily in the duvet and feeling gorgeous.
***
Kurt was paying a visit to Mr Schuester at McKinley that afternoon, and agreed to join Blaine later to have dinner at the Anderson's, and then stay the night. Kurt had met Blaine's parents before, and whilst they were a bit overbearing they had gradually accepted Blaine's sexuality, and Blaine's mom especially had taken a shine to Kurt. Blaine had an older brother, William, who had graduated college the year before and was staying home to save money so he could travel. Kurt liked them, and they seemed to like him.
Blaine pulled up in front of the house, parking and then getting out of the car, wandering into the garage where he knew that his older brother would be.
"Hey Blaine," William said, looking up from the open car bonnet, wiping his hands on his jeans. He eyed his little brother amusedly. "Wow, what're you smuggling under your t-shirt?"
Blaine yanked on it automatically.
"Shut up, Will," he told his brother good-humouredly. Will grinned and walked over to Blaine, giving him a quick hug. As Blaine pulled back Will poked at Blaine's tummy.
"Seriously, where did all this come from? Dad is gonna kill you." Blaine pushed him off.
"Come on, so I put on a couple of pounds, Dad won't care."
"On your gut be it," William shrugged. Blaine shook his head, laughing.
"I have missed you and your constant insults," Blaine smiled, "You're not to talk to Kurt like that when he arrives this evening."
"Why? He a chubby too?"
"Psh, I just accept him as he is. Maybe you should try it, then you might be able to hold down a girlfriend."
It was Will's turn to tell his brother to shut up, but he was smiling.
"Are Mom and Dad out?" Blaine asked, picking up a wrench and playing with it, twirling it in his hand.
"Yeah," Will replied, engrossed in the car again.
"I'm gonna go and grab a shower and sort some things out before Kurt gets here. What's for dinner?"
"Salad, fatty." Will said. Blaine bristled a little, not finding it so funny now that Will wouldn't drop it. Will seemed to sense this, looking up. "Hey, Blaine, I'm just teasing. I think it's carbonara for dinner. And you know you're not fat, right?"
Blaine suddenly dreaded his parents getting home.
***
"This is absolutely delicious, Grace," Kurt complimented. Blaine noticed that Kurt had eaten a little less than he would've at home, and more slowly, paced, allowing himself to take an active part in the conversation; but he was still very obviously enjoying his meal. "You'll have to let me have the recipe."
"It's one of my more indulgent dishes," Blaine's mom replied, "It's got rather too many calories to have too often! But I thought, what with Blaine being home, we could all have a treat."
"The naughty recipes are the best," Kurt quipped. Grace smiled, then looked at Blaine.
"Blaine, are you alright?" Grace asked, "You've barely said a word all dinner."
"That's because he's too busy stuffing his face." Blaine's dad spoke up suddenly. Kurt looked at Blaine, alarmed.
"Richard!" Grace hissed.
"Well, it's true," Richard huffed, eyeing his youngest son with distaste. Blaine stared into his lap, his heart starting to pound. He could see the soft curve of his tummy, sticking out over the waistband of his jeans, and it suddenly made him feel sick.
"You look awful, Blaine. Your face is all bloated and piggish. You've let yourself get horribly out of shape, again. I really thought you were going to keep yourself fit this time."
"Richard, that's enough." Grace near-growled. William tossed down his fork with a clatter, getting to his feet and leaving the room, not wanting to listen to the oncoming row. Kurt stayed still, not knowing what to do.
"I just don't see," Richard addressed his wife now, as though Blaine wasn't sitting right next to him, "How he could have let himself get fat again."
"I'm not fat," Blaine snapped, "And I wasn't before. And can you please have the common decency to not do this when we have a guest, Jesus fucking Christ-"
"Language!" Richard scolded. Blaine jumped to his feet.
"I'm not a kid anymore! I apologise for actually being happy for the first time, for being comfortable in my own skin, something you made impossible all my life; but whatever, Dad, I'll just go and make myself throw up now, if that makes you happy."
Blaine ran from the room, Kurt getting up and following close behind. Blaine darted up the stairs, jumping two, three at a time, then slipped into the bathroom. He was just about to lock the door when Kurt leapt forward and put his foot in the way of it being closed.
"Blaine," he said desperately. Blaine looked at him tearfully.
"I'm not gonna do it," he said shakily, "I never would. I daren't, and it just grosses me out too much. Oh God, Kurt, I'm so sorry you had to see all that."
"Let me in." Kurt said softly. Blaine pulled open the door reluctantly, turning to go and sit on the lid of the toilet. Kurt perched on the edge of the bath. It was silent for a few minutes, until Kurt spoke.
"You're beautiful, Blaine," he said gently, "You're beautiful and you're confident, and that's what really matters. And you were right. You are not fat."
"Maybe I am, though," Blaine sniffed, "What if he's right? Shit, I've gained so much weight. Fuck."
Kurt suddenly grabbed Blaine by the shoulders to kiss him forcefully on the lips. Blaine was startled but kissed back.
"What was that for?" he asked weakly.
"Oh, Blaine! I didn't realise before tonight, but I do now. I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry though?"
"I didn't realise that the reason you're so encouraging and supportive of the way my body is now," Kurt ran his hands down Blaine's sides and fastened on his hips, "Is because you need to reassure yourself. You need to remind yourself that this is all fine. God, I'm so sorry I didn't realise that... You're always so strong, the hero, the mentor; sometimes I forget to look after you."
Blaine ducked his head, and Kurt knew he was blushing. He pushed Kurt's hands away.
"It's fine, Kurt, it doesn't matter."
"It clearly does matter. You won't let me go about a day believing that I'm anything less than beautiful, I should do the same for you. Come here." Kurt held out his arms, and Blaine rested against himself and let himself be held.
"It's just... Difficult sometimes," Blaine mumbled, "I was a chubby kid, and when I was in junior high, you know that... But I lost loads of weight in high school. And then I kind of... Even muscled up a bit, you know?" he said awkwardly, quietly.
"You've still got your muscles," Kurt smiled, squeezing Blaine's arm.
"Yeah, but... I had something resembling abs, Kurt. And sometimes I look at myself and think, Jesus... Why did I throw that away voluntarily?!"
"Listen, Blaine," Kurt said, holding Blaine by his forearms, looking straight at him, "You know I wasn't exactly skinny in junior high. I lost forty pounds before I started McKinley. And yeah, sometimes I get a bit freaked out about putting on weight, and worrying that it'll make me as unhappy as it did when I was younger. But there's a big difference this time. Because Blaine, I don't hate myself anymore. I love food, I love the attention you pay to my eating and my body, and I love myself. I don't need to be skinny to look amazing. The curves I have are absolutely kickass. I know this because you told me, and I can believe you now."
"You've always been gorgeous, though," Blaine murmured, "I'm nothing special."
"Are you kidding me?! Blaine, you are so handsome it's untrue. Your hair is gorgeous, and when you grow it a little and it goes all curly... It's perfect. I love your eyes, and your ridiculous triangle eyebrows, and I liked the weirdest thing about you, you make me wanna do, er, weird things... um, like, your ear lobes and your neck give me the most vampiric urge to bite.” Blaine looked a bit concerned but amused at that, “Your arms are so strong, yet your hands are so long and elegant, really pianist's hands. Your whole body is beautiful, but don't get me started on your tummy. The way that your t-shirt clings to you, I'd cling that close if I could." Kurt moved his hand to pinch Blaine's stomach, "I see this as partly my doing, if you will. It's mine, and I want you to keep it, because I love it. And not just because I find the extra pounds hot: because your confidence in yourself is what made me fall in love with you in the first place. Hey," Blaine had lowered his head, tears starting to fall; Kurt raised it back up with his thumb under Blaine's chin, "You are still healthy. The only thing you're damaging is your Dad's fucked up pride. I'd never, ever do anything like make you eat when you don't want to, or put your health at serious risk. But I love you, Blaine, no matter how much you eat or what you look like. Please remember that."
"I love you too," Blaine smiled through his tears. Kurt kissed him again, his hand rubbing gently at Blaine's tummy.
"You get to your room and I'll bring you up dessert. We can share it."
"I'm not sure if I should..." Blaine started. Kurt frowned. Blaine grinned, and continued, "... Share. It's pavlova, Mom said, and I want my own piece, please."
Kurt smiled, and kissed Blaine again.
-Fin-