Next update! Sorry it's shorter than the ones I've been writing lately but hopefully I'll have another up tomorrow or the next day. Warning this is a really sad chapter...again. Don't hurt me please.

Anyway enjoy!

I hear a soft knock on the door, followed by an even softer, "Kurt..".

I've been lying on our bed, not bothering to get under the covers. Just going over in our conversation in my head. How could I have been so stupid? Why did I tell him? Now he's going to want to talk about it all and I can't do that right now. Or ever. Once we talk and I explain then he'll realize I'm right and leave me.

Taking away the tear-stained pillow from face I yell back a slightly incoherent "Go away!".

"I really think we should talk... Don't you?" And then I hear the slight click of the door open, and then feel the pressure as he sits on the bed.

"Kurt..." he says again as he starts to drag his hand up and down my back. I shake it off immediately, I don't feel like talking to him, never mind being touched.

"Look at me... please" there's pleading in his voice. And as I bring my head from the pillow once again I see that I'm not the only one that'd be crying.

"We need to talk" he states, and when I don't say anything continues, "we use to be able to talk about everything, why not now...?"

I start to grow angry because he's being about the biggest hypocrite and before I can think I snap back at him, "Yeah and what about you! Mr 'I won't tell him', yeah I heard you when you were on the phone. What was all that shit about?" I'm still laying down on the bed but have tried my best to not to look at him, till now. At first he looks confused and then realizes what I'm talking about.

"Kurt.. That was nothing, well something but is unimportant right now"

"Oh, so you can preach on and on about how I should be honest when you won't even be!"

I see him take a deep slow breath, and then, "Why do you think your fat?"

I can tell hes just bring this up to avoid the conversation about his secret, but him doing so just hits a spot in me, about how I failed to be a good boyfriend. I was so lucky to have Blaine in the first place why did I have to ruin it? I turn away from him shoving my face into the pillow again. God! I'm just a blubbering baby, why can't I just man up and tell him how I feel. How I not good enough, how I'll probably never be good enough and he should just move on and find someone else. But I can't do that because I'm too afraid he'll actually do it, and then I will really be all alone.

"What the hell is going on Kurt?" he whispers.

"I'm just not good enough for you..." I guess I can start with the truth.

"Of course you are love, I am the luckiest man to have you" I started to shake my head half way through his sentence. He's such a bad liar.

"Stop lying! I'm hideous and overweight and...and.. just plain awful. How can you not see that?! You're just too gorgeous to love me. It's unbelievable how you still do, so just stop ...leave." I choke out. I know how much I'm hurting him, but I don't deserve to have him stay. There's a long silence, and that's when I notice the door close shut and that he'd listened. He knows I'm right, and has left.

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