Blaine is pacing up and down Kurt's bedroom, while keeping his eyes on the small figure that's laying sprawled across the twin bed, asleep, but his breathing shallow. Blaine is worried sick, but Kurt won't talk to him and he's starting to feel helpless. He just doesn't know if he should talk it over with Burt or not. With the man's medical history and Kurt's trust, it's a hard decision to make. He doesn't want to worry Burt while Kurt is actually just tired. Or kill Kurt's trust, by talking to his father without him knowing.

He keeps on going through his options, bur there aren't much. It was either let it go or talk to Burt. Talking to Kurt isn't an option - he's tried to do that many times, but the boy just pushes him away further every time he tries to figure out what's wrong. It's like Kurt doesn't want to involve him, but he can't think of anything that he wouldn't be allowed to know. The only stupid answer that came to him was 'maybe Kurt is pregnant' but that was the most idiotic thing that has ever crossed his mind.

Besides, Kurt isn't getting bigger. He's getting smaller and smaller. Blaine still hasn't seen his body since their sex, which is about two months ago. He's desperate. Not only for sex, just for Kurt's touch. He's barely allowed to hold his boyfriend's hand, only when it's naturally, not to comfort Kurt or stop him for a conversation. He's dying for a simple hug, but Kurt doesn't return them, pushes him away or simply walks the other way as soon as he comes closer.

Blaine feels rejected. And it hurts.

He can't think of anything his boyfriend could refuse to share. He considered the option that Kurt is cheating on him, but then he wouldn't look so sick, would he? Maybe just guilty, but not dying. He's even sleeping on the couch, because Kurt says he needs some space. What the hell was going on?

Blaine stops his pacing and clenches his fist. He's going to talk to Burt.

Ten minutes later, after throwing an extra blanket over Kurt's trembling body, mumbling to himself and making his way to the living room, Blaine carefully walks in, glad to see only Burt and Carole are sitting there. Apparently Finn and Rachel have already left to sleep. Or do something else. Blaine really doesn't want to know.

"Ahem, er, Mr.- Er.. Burt?"

The two adults look up and Carole smiles at him.

"Blaine, honey. Are you still awake? Come sit with us."

Blaine bites his lower lip and walks into the room, slowly sitting himself down into a chair. "Hi.." He smiles slightly.

"What's up, kid? You look upset. I know that look. Kurt used to have it a lot."

"I.. Well.. I wanted to talk about Kurt.."

"You're not leaving him, are you?"

"What? Oh! No! Of course not! I would never- Why would I want- No. No. I'm not. I love Kurt.."

Blaine shifts a bit awkwardly after his little outburst, staring at his hands.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Blaine can't force himself to look at Carole. He wants to, but he feels too guilty and awkward for sharing something that seems to be really personal to Kurt.

"I'm worried." He then manages to say.

"Worried? Is something wrong with Kurt?"

"He doesn't eat. Well. I don't see him eat. He says he eats, but he's always locking himself in the bedroom, working on school."

"It's probably just stress, Blaine. Kurt tends to work too hard."

"I know, I know. But he won't let me touch him."

Burt makes a noise and Blaine feels his cheeks starting to burn.

"I mean, no, not just- Oh God.. No, he won't even let me hug him! He doesn't talk to me. We don't talk. He's always busy or tired and it has been going on for weeks.. No, months. I mean, last time we got, er, intimate.." Blaine keeps staring at his hands, feeling terribly awkward and embarrassed discussing Kurt's sex life with his father. "He insisted on it being dark, no lights, underneath the blankets, even when he was still dressed. I'm not allowed to see him or touch him too much. I could only hold his hands.."

There's an awkward silence in which Blaine mentally beats himself up for not being able to keep his mouth shut. After what seems like hours, he looks up slightly, daring to glance shortly at the two parents. Carole's eyes meet his and she gives him a small smile.

"It's okay, Blaine, honey. It's really brave of you to talk to us about this. You must be really worried."

Blaine simply nods.

"But you must know that we can't do much either. Kurt opens up to you the most. If he won't talk to you, he won't talk to anyone."

He feels cold and desperate, his eyes on Burt now.

"I- I just thought you could ask him. I mean.. You're like authority or something. You can make him talk!"

Burt shakes his head.

"No one can make Kurt talk. He needs to do that himself. I can only assure you we will try to prevent him from closing himself off too much. Maybe we can advise him to talk to you. But I can't do more than that. Kurt isn't a sharing person. Not when it comes to feelings. He has never been one. He's used to dealing with stuff alone. I'd want it differently, but he won't talk to me either."

Blaine nods again and gets up. Carole gets up too and pulls him into a hug. Blaine barely realises he's clinging to the woman, craving the contact.

"It's going to be fine, honey. I'll make him a lot of delicious food and we'll get him eat again in no-time."

Blaine doesn't reply. He knows it won't help. He makes delicious food for Kurt every single day and he always ends up having to eat it alone.

"You know he's a health freak."

Blaine doesn't even bother telling Burt he's been eating salads and vegetables for a week. He knows he has to figure this out himself. For a brief second he considers talking to Rachel, but he has never been close to her. Except for their drunk make-out session. The girl had the same air as Kurt, but hers was slightly creepy.

"Thank you. I'll be going to bed then. Goodnight. Dinner was great again."

Carole smiles at him, Burt gives him a friendly nod and Blaine moves back to Kurt's room. Quietly he opens the door. His instantly spots his boyfriend, now curled up, like a small animal, leaving half of the bed empty.

He hesitates for a moment, looking at the small, uncomfortable couch and back at the warm bed. He makes his choice and strips to his underwear, brushes his teeth and joins Kurt in bed. He watches the frail figure for a few minutes, who only stirred slightly when Blaine lifted the blankets to get into the bed.

He moves closer and presses a soft kiss on Kurt's forehead.

"I love you so much.." He whispers.

Then he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep, his body not touching Kurt's, except for his fingers, which are holding his boyfriend's pale, cold hand.