Blaine guided Kurt to the queen sized bed. The sheets had been folded neatly, making the bed inviting. On the bedside table was laid a bottle of lube and some condoms.

Kurt sat down carefully on the bed while Blaine sat next to him. Blaine then proceeded to cup Kurt's left cheek with his hand and lean to whisper in his right ear:

"I'm so in love with you... I can't wait to show you just how much!"

Kurt whimpered at Blaine's voice.

Maybe he'll close the lights... That would be perfect.

He then felt the curly haired boy's hand on his chest, pushing gently, urging him to lie down. Blaine's pinkie brushed over Kurt's nipple through his shirt. He couldn't help it and let out a small moan, his hands holding on to Blaine's shoulders.

When both teenagers were lying on the bed, Blaine attached his lips to Kurt's neck, sucking and nibbling gently at his pulse point. Kurt's hands flew to Blaine's hair, as he moved his head to the side to leave some space for his boyfriend to work.

If I have a hickey, that will be the perfect excuse to wear a scarf. It'll hide the loose skin I have underneath my chin...

When Blaine's hands left Kurt's face and chest, Kurt's heartbeat went frantic. He shuddered as he felt Blaine's calloused hands sliding on his sides. He jerked as soon as his boyfriend reached his hips.

He almost panicked when he felt fingers approaching his ass, slowly, excruciatingly slowly.

Please... Please don't linger there! I'm disgusting!

But Blaine didn't move his hands. Instead, he left Kurt's neck and began to eagerly kiss his was up to the blue eyed boy's lips.

When Kurt felt his boyfriend grope the flesh over his hips, he jerked again.

Wait... Was that a good twitch or am I trying to escape? What if he doesn't like what he sees?

Kurt tried to enjoy the new sensations he was feeling. Blaine's tongue was now doing magic in Kurt's mouth. Licking everywhere - Kurt could taste Blaine, Blaine, cinnamon from the pie they had earlier and Blaine. But he still couldn't stop thinking about how he did not want to be touched at certain places.

His hands still in his boyfriend's curls, Kurt pulled a little bit so his boyfriend could stop his ministrations.

Maybe if I manage to get my shirt off it'll get better... He loves me... He thinks I'm beautiful... It's all I need to know...

"We need fewer clothes..." Kurt managed to say.

Blaine then smiled, sat on his knees and started to unbutton his shirt. Of course, Beautiful Blaine would be comfortable with this. He was lean and slight muscles were showing under the olive-toned skin. Kurt was fat, in his opinion, and is roundness was disgusting.

When Blaine was done with his shirt, he took his boyfriend's hands and pulled slightly, inviting Kurt to sit down too.

While kissing his boyfriend, Blaine was slowly pulling at his lover's shirt so it would get out if his pants. When the hem was visible, Blaine's right hand started to brush his way on Kurt's chest, under his shirt, feeling the skin with his fingertips. When Blaine's hand went flat on Kurt's stomach, it all became too much.

Kurt simply jerked away, leaving his boyfriend at a safe distance.

I thought I could... He won't like what he'll see.

"Kurt, baby, what's wrong? Am I going too fast?

“No – I just – I'm fa..."

Blaine! I'm not feeling comfortable with my body... I have pear hips, fat rolls when I bend down and my thighs are just shameful. Also, if you look carefully, I have a double chin! And I won't even mention my butt!

"Well... Maybe I lied earlier about being ready... Maybe we are going too fast..." Kurt finally said, hiding the truth to the only person in the world he swore he would never do it. It was just easier than admit he hated himself. It would be easier to lose weight. He'll be comfortable soon.

When he would have lost 20 pounds or so.

When the bullying would have stopped.

When he would feel beautiful again.