Hey Sorry! I know I haven't been updating as often as I was, but never the less here is the next chapter. Enjoy and please review!

I wake up like every morning like all the others lately, tired and hungry. Sunlight shines threw the window, reminding me that I have to get up. As I walk in to the kitchen I start to make a cup of coffee, twenty-two calories I remind myself, Blaine might not love me right now but if I keep work he could change his mind. Its been about a week sincethe night, as I'm referring to it. When all the loneliness got to much and well my arm still shows the result in that. I haven't spoken to Blaine since that morning after, which had just been his response I had ignored.

I'm glad your okay, Goodnight. xoBlaine

There was a couple after that, mostly just lies saying,

I love you.

I miss you.

And crap that he obviously doesn't mean, he probably feels guilty.

I however feel awful and like I should hate him for leaving, but at the same I understand why he did. That's why I'm still continuing my diet. I still go to work everyday, then sometimes the gym, and after come home to our- I guess my empty apartment, just hoping that he would call or come back and just tell me he loves me, that's just wishful thinking I tell myself over and over.

This particular night, exactly nine days since he left, 200 hours since his last text, and just as I'm walking through the door after another long day of having a broken heart, I see him cute as ever standing in the living room. I just stand there shocked with my mouth open, trying to comprehend the situation. That's when he asks,

"Can we talk?"

Blaine POV

I've been sitting in our living room, just waiting for Kurt to return. I know he may not want to see me, considering he hasn't returned any of my messages. I just want to know what I did wrong. You must be a really crappy boyfriend, if they think there not good enough.

Right then the door opens, and I quickly stand up, and face him. God he's so beautiful, I've just missed him so much. He looks speechless, and that's when I ask if we can talk.

"..sure" he replies. Putting his stuff on the counter, I sit down on the couch again gesturing for him to do the same. He sits down in the single chair instead. A part of that shoots a pain in my chest, but I push it a small feeling of awkwardness in the silence

"...I miss you.." he says. I'm surprised and relived but at the same time him saying this just about breaks my heart. The worst part is that I know it's all my fault. I'm the one that left, I should have been there for him.God!I'm just such and idiot, I'm the one that caused him pain.

Tears start to well in my eyes, "I miss you too"

"So..." he says, eyes glued to the floor. That's when I remembered I'm the one that wanted to speak to him.

"Well it's just we haven't really talked about what happened..."

"We don't need to". he cuts in sharply, his eyes snapping up to mine, any sign of his former shyness completely gone.

"Kurt... I really think we should discuss this, starting with... why you aren't eating." I try to slowly ease in to the topic. His eyes pour into mine sayingdon't even go there.

"I can even see just from looking at you that your to thin, you look almost sick" I comment, "When was the last time you ate? Kurt you really need to take care of your self better" I know I sound like a judgmental bitch right now but I just want Kurt to be healthy.

His gaze is still fix on me, "I ate this morning" he said matter of factly. I knew he was lying. Knowing someone for as long as Kurt and I did you tend to pick up on things like this, adding to the fact that Kurt and I are- Were closer than most people.

"Don't lie."

"Okay a while ago"

"How long?" I ask more seriously

"About four da-"

"What!?" I quickly jump off the couch, kneeling in front of him, I thought maybe he might be having a little self esteem issues but to force your self to refuse food for almost a week, and to think all this time I was giving him his space when really all he need was me to be there. I start looking around his body, making sure he was still intact.

"Baby..." I grab his face in my hands, once again tears welling in my eyes. "Why" It's a loaded question, I know, but it seems the only thing I'm able to say.

"..." He remands quite, and just as I'm about to ask again he states, "I wanted to be thinner... I just need to be thinner!" he snaps. And that's when the strong hold he has had on himself since he walked through the door breaks and his head falls on to my shoulder, I gently pat his back as he cries.

"Come on.." I pick him up, and it scares me how easy he is to carry. I walk into the bedroom, and lay him down. I leave the room for a couple of minutes, coming back with a glass of water and soup. I spotting his tired, broken body on the bed kills me.

"Sweetie" he looks up as I call out. I sit on the edge of the bed, setting the water on the night table and holding the soup in my hands, I scoop some up and blow on it making sure it's not to hot.

"Open..?" I carefully say, it ends up being more of a question, remembering what happened last time I tried to feed him something.

He shakes his head and utters a small no.

"PleaseKurt" and that's when he slowly opens his mouth, fear in his eyes with a small look of relief as he allows him self to eat. After he's finished the bowl, and taken tiny sips of water he scoots over on the bed and pats the place next to him. I look up into his eye them pleading for me to just say yes. I'm hesitant because I don't want to hurt him, not speaking emotionally, not that I want to do that either, but physically because he looks so fragile. I lay down holding him in my arms, and softly start to sing,

"I think your pretty without any make up on"

He looks up and his amazing light mix color eyes showing so much emotion.

"I love you.." I can tell he's afraid I won't say it back.

"I love you too" I say confidently, he inches in slowly and our lips meet in a sweet, slow caring kiss. I've missed everything about this, just the raw emotion. We break apart and I start to sing again as he falls asleep in my arms.

I know, I switch POV! And I also know I hate it when other people do this, but I just want to know what you guys think. Do you like Blaine's pov more than Kurt's or should this just be a one time thing? Tell me in the reviews! Thanks, and I'll try not to take as long updating! Love All Of You!