"So, what are you getting?" Kurt smiled at Blaine as they sat down at a table in Breadstix.

"Just a salad," Blaine replied quietly.

"Oh no you're not," Kurt said firmly, and then turned to their waitress as she walked up. "Two pastas for both of us."

Blaine wrapped his arms around his stomach again, and Kurt frowned at the action. Quickly, he grabbed Blaine's hands and placed loving kisses on them before looking into Blaine's hazel eyes.

"Honey, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing!" Blaine replied, frantically shaking his head.

"Blaine, there's something going on. What is it?" Kurt asked.

Blaine shook his head. "I'm fat," he whimpered quietly.

Kurt's suspicions were confirmed. This was what had been bothering his wonderful, beautiful, perfect Blaine.

"No," he said firmly. "You're not fat-"

"Kurt! None of my old clothes fit anymore! Even this shirt feels uncomfortable on me, and I just got it two weeks ago!"

"Okay. Maybe you've gained a few pounds, so what?"

"You don't like me anymore," Blaine sniffed, tears leaking out of his eyes.

Kurt got up instantly, pulling out his wallet and leaving a decent tip for their waitress before pulling Blaine up and leading him out to his car.

"Blaine Everett Anderson. I can't believe you would ever think that I would be shallow enough to leave you just because you got a little soft around the middle while on vacation!" Kurt exploded angrily. How could Blaine be so insecure when it was very clear that Kurt thought that he was perfect just the way he was.

"I-I'm s-sorry, K-Kurt," Blaine sobbed.

Kurt tried to calm down. He wasn't going to make Blaine feel loved by yelling at him. "Honey, I love you. In fact I love you even more now that you've gained weight. It'll make cuddling you more fun," he smiled, and to emphasize the pont, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's torso and cuddled him, lying his head down on Blaine's stomach and feeling quite comfortable. "plus, you're a great pillow."

Blaine beamed. Kurt wasn't leaving him! He wasn't telling him how disgusting and fat he was! He was cuddling him instead.

Blaine scooped the other boy in his arms, holding him tightly. "You love me!" he squealed in joy. "You really love me!"

Kurt frowned. "Of course I do Blaine, and if you ever don't feel loved, tell me because that means I'm being a horrible boyfriend," he kissed Blaine's lips gently as he massaged Blaine's thighs lovingly.

Blaine couldn't help but pout when Kurt pulled away. He was, after all, a cuddle monster that needed to constantly be snuggled.

"Blaine, honey," Kurt laughed at the truly sad look on Blaine's face. He was such a puppy! "I've gotta drive us back to my place at some point, unless you'd rather spend the night out here."

"If it means more cuddles then yes," Blaine replied, begging Kurt with innocent puppy eyes.

"I'll make you a deal. We go home, get all cozy, then I'll make us snacks. Anything you want, and we can cuddle in my bedroom and watch Finding Nemo," Kurt replied, trying not to laugh at the way Blaine's eyes bulged at the word 'cuddle.'

"YESYESYESYESYES! Pleease, Kurt? Pretty pleeease?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're a cute little puppy," he laughed.

"I like cuddles," Blaine defended, leaning on Kurt's shoulder.

"Blaine please, your ridiculously cute head is distracting me from my driving," Kurt chuckled.

Blaine pouted. "Fine."

Kurt snorted. "C'mon, Romeo, we'll be home soon."