Eating by yourself isn't fun. But Blaine is glad that Kurt isn't alone and will eat pizza with the people from his project group. He feels a bit cruel for forcing his boyfriend to eat every day, but it's needed. He's certain that Kurt is getting better already. They're kind of eating together again at dinner. So, to celebrate, he ordered himself a pizza too. It's perfect food to eat by yourself or with friends. Actually, you could always eat pizza. Every day.

The doorbell rings and Blaine skips to the door, happily taking the pizza. He pays for it and curls up on the couch. It's a bit weird to be home alone. The whole decoration is Kurt, though. So he doesn't feel too alone.

He puts on an old Disney movie and chews contently on his pizza. He misses Kurt, but soon he's caught up in the movie. He sings along with the songs and practically mouths the words along with the dialogues. Maybe he should find a new hobby.

He's about halfway the movie and just finished with his pizza, when his phone goes off. With a frown, he eyes the clock. It's 11:30pm. He wonders where Kurt is. The caller ID is unknown.

"Kurt?"

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Er.. Yes? Who's this?"

"My name is doctor Marcus from Lenox Hill Hospital. Do you know a Mr. Kurt Hummel?"

"Yes, Kurt's my boyfriend.. Is he okay?"

"You were given as his emergency contact. Your boyfriend was brought in about half an hour ago. He collapsed in the gym."

"The gym? How is that possible? He wasn't even there. Are you sure?"

"Why else would I have your number, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine stares at the wall, his mind almost completely blank and a chaos at the same time.

"Mr. Anderson?"

"Y-Yeah. How.. How is he?"

"He's stable. I just hoped you could come over. I think we need to talk about private matters."

Blaine blinks and nods, before he remembers he's on the phone and the doctor can't see him.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure. I'm on my way."

"Thank you. Just ask for me at the desk, alright?"

"O-Okay.. Thank you.. Bye."

Blaine ends the call and stares at his phone for a bit.

"Kurt. What are you doing?"

Luckily the hospital is rather close. Blaine parks his car and walks inside. He hates hospitals, but then again, probably everyone does. He walks up to the desk. The woman looks at him with a friendly smile, her glasses seem too big for her face, making her eyes look huge.

"Can I help you, sweetie?"

"Er.. Yes.. I'm here for my boyfriend. I had to ask for doctor Marcus?"

The woman's smile fades slightly as he mentions a boyfriend. Great, homophobic people at the hospital. She picks up her phone and presses a number to dial.

"What's your name?"

"Anderson. Blaine Anderson."

The woman nods and puts the phone to her ear.

"Hello? Yes.. Mr. Anderson is here to see you... Alright."

She puts down the phone again and waves at some chairs.

"You can wait there. The doctor is on his way."

Blaine nods and let's himself sink down onto one of the uncomfortable, plastic chairs. His body is trembling slightly. He has an idea of what the doctor wants to talk about. They had obviously seen Kurt's body. He hopes no one will get angry at him. He tried to make Kurt eat. Hadn't it been enough? What was Kurt doing at the gym in the first place? He was supposed to be at someone else's place, eating pizza and working on his project.

"Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine looks up and gives the doctor a small smile.

"Yeah, that's me."

The man reaches out his hand and Blaine stands up and shakes it. He tries to ignore the hospital smell that makes him feel sick.

"My name is doctor Marcus. Come with me, please. We'll find a private place to talk."

Blaine nods, slightly confused and scared. He has no idea what's going on with Kurt and he actually wants to see his boyfriend. He follows the doctor up some stairs and through a labyrinth of hallways.

"Can I see Kurt?"

"You can, but only during visiting hours. I'm afraid you'll have to come back tomorrow to see him."

"Please.. I need to-"

"I understand, Mr. Anderson. But I have to stick to the rules."

Blaine bites his bottom lip and nods, following the doctor into a room. There's a desk with chairs on both sides. He guesses it's a room for conversations with patients and family. The doctor sits down on the chair behind the desk and puts down some papers.

"Please, sit down."

Blaine carefully takes place in the chair opposite the doctor. His eyes scan the papers, but the handwriting is difficult to read. He looks back at the man.

"Are you cold?"

Blaine didn't notice he's shivering. His body is still trembling and his face is a bit pale.

"What? Oh. No. No.. I'm just.. I'm just worried."

"So am I, Blaine."

The doctor smiles at him and Blaine tries his hardest not to look away.

"Are you aware of your partner's.. condition?"

"His.. His eating disorder? Yes.. I found out a few weeks ago. I've been trying to make him eat. I thought he was getting better. I don't understand. Why was he at the gym?"

"Where did he tell you he was?"

"He said he'd be with his study group. At someone's place. They- They would order pizza.."

"Did he give you a name?"

"No.. No, he didn't.."

"No solid alibi then?"

"Alibi? I.. I guess not."

The doctor nods and Blaine feels like a complete idiot again. He should have asked for more information. Kurt was an expert at lying. He just believed him, because he wanted to trust Kurt. After those three weeks, everything seemed to go better. He thought Kurt was honestly going along with Blaine's efforts to get him healthy again.

"He went to the gym. According to eyewitnesses, he was on the treadmill for a while, until he passed out. You know Kurt is underweight, right?"

"I.. I don't know.. He looks underweight, but I don't know his weight.. I haven't seen his body for weeks, either.."

Blaine feels terrible. He knows he should have read more into it, paid more attention to Kurt's health, checked his weight and made sure he was eating and gaining.

"You realize how complicated eating disorders are, I hope? Looking at his body state, your boyfriend is already way too far into it to recover without professional help. I want to look at his options, if you agree."

"O-Okay.."

Blaine feels sick. This is way more serious than he thought. Yes, Kurt looks more like a skeleton than a human being. But he thought he was doing the right thing..

"Of course, Kurt has to agree too. It's voluntarily. We can't force him into treatment, unless his condition is critical. I was hoping you could help talking to him. Making him understand it's needed. In his current state, he probably doesn't want any help. We just need to make clear that he can't go on like this."

"Critical?"

Blaine voice is barely a whisper. Critical? He meant.. Dying? That was stupid. Kurt wouldn't die like that, would he? His Kurt was stronger than that, wasn't he?

"If he loses too much weight, it's possible he will die. His immune system gets weaker too, from the lack of vitamins and food. He'll get sick easily, because he's not strong enough to protect himself from any illnesses."

Blaine nods, scared and angry. Why was Kurt doing this to himself. He thought they were happy. They finally escaped from Ohio, moved to New York. They had studies and jobs and each other. Kurt had no reason to feel ugly or unwanted. Blaine wants Kurt more than anything. Did he do something wrong? Did he really not tell Kurt enough times how beautiful he thinks the boy is? How happy he is to have Kurt in his life?

"I.. I'll help talk to him.."

The doctor nods.

"Very well, let me show you some suggestions for clinics."