I stayed alone here at Dalton this weekend. My parents were out of town. More out of anticipation than habit, I went to see my boyfriend who had just gotten back. Anticipation because all weekend I had been freaking out over how mad he would be if he found out I confided in the nurse.

"Hi, love," I greeted when he opened his dorm door, unsure of whether of not to touch him. He decided for me by kissing me on the lips and pulling me into his room by the hand. Together we sat on the bed.

"Baby, I am so sorry for leaving Friday on a bad note. I never meant to hurt you or get angry like that. Please tell me you'll forgive me," he pled.

"Of course I do," I managed to get out as a whisper almost. I definitely forgive him, and I'll do it a million times more until he's back to being his true self. I still wondering how to approach his eating habits though.

"However," I cleared my throat. His back straightened. "There is one thing you can do to make up for it," I tried, confident in my new idea.

"And that is?" he asked slowly.

"Let's get coffees at the Lima Bean!" He seemed to think for a second before agreeing.

"Thank you, Kurtie," I kissed him on the cheek, and we left for the cafe. Today seemed different. Kurt seemed different. He held himself higher perhaps. We touched our hips together standing in line to place our order. My boyfriend was making small talk, but I was caught thinking about how long it had been since we went on a proper date. My smile brightened.

"Can we get a medium drip and a grande black. Oh! And a plate of biscotti," I ordered at the cashier. She wrote our names down, and, once we got our food, we walked to a table and sat down.

"So! What have you been doing all week?" Kurt asked and took a sip of the bitter drink. I mimicked him before answering.

"Absolutely nothing," I chuckled. "What about you?"

"I visited my family. And worried about you. About us. I really am sorry. I still feel awful," he lowered his voice as well as his head. How could I be mad at him? I may have stepped on his toes on Friday, so he had reason to lash out.

"I really don't know why I tried to maul your pretty face," he said, reaching over the table to caress my cheek.

"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on," I sang without thinking first. Kurt jolted and pulled his arm away as if burned.

"You had to cover up with makeup?" he inquired incredulously, lip quivering. Crap.

"No, no! It was a joke. You didn't even leave a mark," I assured him quickly. He sighed in relief but still looked guilty.

"It was a wimpy hit honestly," I joked. That cracked a small smile on Kurt. Good. Now we were on good terms. Unfortuantely, now also seemed like the best opportunity to try out how Kurt was doing.

"I got the biscotti to share," I started.

"Oh, uhm… thanks," he replied quietly. I pushed a spare plate with two pieces over to him. I started eating, watching Kurt out of my peripheral vision. He wasn't eating, rather picking at it and staring it down like it had offended him. Time to go with the plan.

"You don't want it?" I asked and put on my best puppy dog face without making it too ostentatious or even obvious. To my surprise, Kurt picked up a piece and bit into it while staring at me. And again. And again. One more tie before it was gone. He wiped his mouth.

"Thank you," he said, "We should probably go, so we can be ready for school tomorrow."

"You're right," I agreed and finished my coffee in a gulp. "Ready to go?"

"I have to go to the bathroom first. Meet you in the car!" he waved and sauntered off to the bathroom. I thought nothing of it.

Kurt's POV

The whole car ride back to Dalton from my house was filled with thought on how Blaine would react around me after what happened Friday. All I could think about was him breaking up with me or even accusing me of domestic violence. If that happened, I would… No. Don't think like that, Kurt.

There's something about Blaine that calms me, makes me happier. He met with me at my room.

"Hi, love," he said, hazel eyes burning a hole through me. He's so sweet. I kissed him on the lips. My heart drummed with love as I dragged him into my room to sit on my bed. Deep breath. Go.

"Baby, I am so sorry for leaving Friday on a bad note. I never meant to hurt you or get angry like that. Please tell me you'll forgive me," I finished. Damn. I tried hard to make my voice not quiver with emotion. Blaine squeezed my hand.

"Of course I do," he replied back with just as much emotion as I had, to my surprise. "However," he continued. Everything stopped for a second. "There is one thing you can do to make up for it." Wait, what?

"And that is?" I asked, hoping it wasn't sexual. I didn't look good enough to do that. No way.

"Let's get coffees at the Lima Bean!" Blaine exclaimed. Oh, phew. No sex. I nodded in the affirmative, and he rewarded me with a kiss.

On the way to the cafe, I grew more and more wary of Blaine smiling at me dopily. It reassured me there would be no break up today. I felt elated and talked with more pep. We were sitting at one of our usual two-seat tables in the coffee shop.

"So! What have you been doing all week?" I asked to make conversation.

"Absolutely nothing," he laughed. "What about you?"

"I visited my family as you knew. And worried about you. About us. I really am sorry. I still feel awful," I confessed. All week long I had ben plagued with thoughts of Blaine getting hit daily at his old school and that damn Sadie Hawkins dance where he got pummeled. How could I have hit him and expect him to trust me? I glanced at him with his soothing hazel eyes.

"I really don't know why I tried to maul your pretty face, I said and touched his face, which had a five-o'clock shadow. My head filled with a chorus of, "He didn't flinch! he didn't flinch!"

"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on," he crooned softly. Snap.

"You had to cover up with makeup?" I choked the words out. Blaine was quick to placate me though.

"No, no! It was a joke. You didn't even leave a mark," he assured. I bet I did.

"It was a wimpy hit honestly," he added. I couldn't help but smile and blush under his gaze. We fell silent.

"I got the biscotti to share," Blaine spoke suddenly.

"Oh, uhm… thanks," I tried to say gratefully, internally wincing at the failure. He pushed a dessert to me and watched me. My heart throbbed from the sudden fear. As Blaine bit into his, I touched the cookie in front. The butter residue made me almost gag… Oh. I had forgotten about my new trick. Would it be possible to get away from Blaine for a little bit to rid the food?

Absolutely.

"You don't want it?" he pouted. I'm going, I'm going, I thought. I took a bite to appease him. That definitely shut him up. I thanked him for the biscotti once it was gone. After all, he did pay for it.

"We should probably go so we can be ready for school tomorrow," I suggested. Blaine agreed, and we got up to leave.

"Ready to go?" he asked after we took the last sip of our coffees.

"I have to go to the bathroom first. Meet you in the car!" I said with a smile, like I wasn't about to go violently retch. Getting on my knees in front of the porcelain bowl of a public bathroom, I took deep breaths. The food and coffee sat like a rock in my stomach. I needed it out. Three fingers down my throat, and it was over. I washed my mouth out and fixed my clothes. I couldn't make this a constant habit. Throwing up was horrible, but it warded off people's suspicions. I would do it only if necessary.