"Blaine? Honey?" Kurt walked into his room where Blaine was lying on the bed, curled up into the fetal position and sobbing. "Blaie? Are you-"

"Don't leave me!" Blaine sobbed, turning to look up at Kurt.

"Shh, baby, why would I leave you?" Kurt asked, pulling the other boy into his arms.

"B-because I'm f-fat," Blaine whimpered.

"Shush," Kurt whispered, holding him close. "Finn should never have said that to you. You're beautiful, Blaine. There's no word to describe how beautiful you are."

"P-please, don't l-let m-me g-go?"

"Now, why would I do a silly thing like that?" Kurt smiled, kissing Blaine on the forehead and tightening his grip.

"You-you don't think I'm fat?" Blaine sniffed, looking up at Kurt.

"I think you're perfect," Kurt replied firmly. "You're my perfect little Blainers."

Blaine beamed at the nickname and snuggled closer to Kurt. "Thank you."

"For what, baby?"

"For making me feel perfect." Blaine replied.

"You are perfect, Blaine. Now, are you still hungry?" Kurt asked, running his fingers through Blaine's unkempt curls.

"I-I-K-Kurt? C-can w-we eat u-up h-here?" Blaine squeaked fearfully.

"Of course, baby. Now, I'm gonna go kill Finn, get us breakfast, then bring it up here for us," Kurt smiled before storming down the stairs. "FINN HUDSON! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!"

"Kurt, dude, look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU SAY THAT TO MY BLAINE?" Kurt screamed.

"I didn't think-"

"OH YEAH! THAT'S RIGHT! YOU NEVER THINK!"

"Well, yeah, but-"

"BLAINE ALREADY THINKS I'M GOING TO LEAVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE'S PUT ON WEIGHT! HE DOESN'T NEED SHIT FROM YOU TOO!"

"I'm sorry-"

"STOP TALKING TO ME!" Kurt finished his rant and stalked into the kitchen, rather pleased with himself.

Finn stood out in the hallway, staring after Kurt's retreating form. One word escaped his lips.

"Dude."

"Here you go, baby," Kurt smiled. "Pancakes with extra syrup, bacon, and eggs. Just the way my little puppy likes them."

"I love you," Blaine replied, kissing Kurt on the lips before digging in to his pancakes. "Want one?"

"I have everything I need right here," Kurt replied, holding up a protein shake. "You know I don't do syrup."

Blaine looked down, biting his lip. "I'm the one that should be on a diet, not you," he muttered quietly.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Honey, how many times am I going to have to tell you how beautiful you look before you start believing it?"

"I'm sorry," Blaine sniffed, a lone tear falling down his cheek.

Kurt quickly swooped down, kissing it away and cupping Blaine's face in his hands. "Blaine, there is nothing for you to be sorry about. There is nothing wrong with the way you look. I love you whether you're fat, skinny, short, or tall, which, unless you have a growth spurt, will probably never happen," he smirked.

"I am not short! I'm fun-sized!" Blaine huffed. Kurt always teased him about being hobbit-sized.

"Not the point," Kurt replied. "Blaine, I love you no matter what. And if there's more of you to love, well then, lucky me!" he kissed Blaine on the cheek.

"Thanks Kurt," Blaine smiled, cuddling Kurt.