Kurt and Blaine had been back together for almost a month now and Kurt had still conveniently forgotten to tell Blaine about his little problem.

Okay maybe his little problem was no longer so little. He was rapidly losing weight a good thing, wouldn’t want Blaine to think you’re fat, which you are. He also became even more dependent on cutting. As in he couldn’t go a day without it. He needed it.  

Maybe it was time to tell someone…or maybe he could handle it…or maybe he could just die…sounds good.

So anyway it had been a month and Kurt hadn’t told Blaine yet. He was ‘happy’ and things were ‘getting better’. He was with Blaine now, the love of his life.

Yet for some reason he was still depressed. Why couldn’t things have just gotten better when Blaine came back into the picture? Nope, would have been too easy.

Kurt’s thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. Oh that’s right, Blaine would be coming over for family dinner. Oh that’s right dinner. The food in which he did not plan on eating. The food in which he was going to have to be even more discrete about not eating since Blaine was coming over.

Yeah his family knew of his problem. Then again they thought he was better now. You don’t get better. Ever. It’s a lifelong battle. Not something you can fix by making pancakes one morning and giving him a pamphlet from Ms. Pillsbury’s office.

“Kurt get the door!” Finn yelled from the living room.

“Sorry I thought you know, you being in the living room, you’d get the door.” Kurt said walking past Finn and whatever zombie killing game he was playing now.

“Hey Rach” Kurt said opening the door. Great Rachel was here too. Another person to hide from.

“Hi Kurt!” Rachel said kissing his cheek before walking over to greet Finn.

It was going to be a long dinner.

“Kurt! Blaine’s here!” Finn yelled as the doorbell rang.

“I suppose you can’t let him in yourself?” Kurt laughed making his way over to the door.

“Hey baby” Kurt greeted kissing Blaine passionately on the front porch.

“Gross.” Finn yelled from where he and Rachel were seated on the sofa.

“Hey sweetheart.” Blaine smiled as Kurt led him inside.

“Hey Finn, Hi Rachel.” Blaine said acknowledging them.

Kurt hugged his boyfriend tightly as Blaine kissed his cheek. “How was school love?” Blaine asked sweetly.

“Awful.” Kurt frowned. “But my days better because you’re here.” He smiled causing Blaine to blush.

“I love you.” Blaine smiled.

“I love you too.” Kurt replied as Blaine stood up on his tippy toes to kiss him.

“You’re adorable.” Kurt giggled.

“Finn! Why can’t we been that sickeningly adorable?!?” Rachel yelled.

“Yup, we’re just the perfect couple.” Blaine smiled happily.

Perfect. Oh how Kurt hated that word. He was not perfect, he was so flawed it wasn’t even funny. Yet Blaine looked up at him like he was some damn price. He didn’t deserve it. And that thought made him sad. Course then again, there wasn’t much these days that didn’t make him sad.

“Dinner’s ready.” Carole called from the kitchen.

Let the fun begin.

“Mrs. Hudson, this lasagna is delicious.” Blaine complimented.

“Oh sweetie, I told you before, call me Carole.” She smiled.

“Thank you for having me. You’re quite the cook.” He smiled. “Kurt you’ve hardly even touched your food. How come? It’s amazing.” Blaine smiled.

Caught.

“I’m just not very hungry.” Kurt faked a smile. “It is super delicious though. Thank you Carole.” He added for safe measure.

That was close.

“Kurt doesn’t eat because he has one of those diseases.” Finn said around a mouthful of lasagna. “It starts with an A or something.” He added swallowing his food with a massive gulp.

“AIDs?!?” Blaine asked confused.

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh god no! And I don’t have a disease Finn.” Kurt said angrily.

“No not AIDs. Maybe not a disease. What’s the other word for disease but it’s like part of your mind?” Finn asked trying to prove his point but lacking the words to form complete thoughts.

“A disorder?” Blaine guessed.

“Yeah! Kurt has a disorder so he doesn’t eat! It’s like Anna. Anna? Ann-something.” Finn said confused.

“Anorexic?” Blaine guessed. Back at camp he knew something was up, but now Kurt didn’t talk about it, he acted like he had gotten better…maybe his was just trying to cover it up.

“Yeah! That one!” Finn said and went back to eating as if what he just said hadn’t completely destroyed the lovely dinner atmosphere and filled it with tension and awkwardness.

“I mean I thought that was a girl disease. But you’re pretty girly. So I guess that kind of makes sense. I guess.” Finn added.

“Finn!” Rachel scolded. “Eating disorders are serious! There not just for girls! Guys have them too. It’s a serious problem! Kurt!!!! You said you were getting better!” Rachel whined.

Yup all hell has broken loose.

“I am better.” Kurt said waving her off dismissively.

“Kurt? What’s on your hand?” Carole asked from across the table.

Oh shit. One of his cuts must have opened and bled through his sleeve.

“Um? Probably sauce from the lasagna?” Kurt played it off the best he could.

Mentally pats self on back for coming up with that one. Good save.

“It looks like blood.” Finn laughs.

Shit.

“Well it’s not. This isn’t one of your zombie games, people don’t just bleed all over the place.” Kurt smile falters a bit.

Caught.

“Kurt can I see your arm?” Carole asks.

NO!

“Umm why?” Kurt says his heart beating faster.

Stall stall stall

“I want to take a look. Can you roll up your sleeve?” She asks growing impatient.

“I don’t have anything up my sleeve.” He chuckles awkwardly. “Get it? Like magicians and shit. Nothing up my sleeve. Ha! Okay I’m awkward. Shit.” Kurt says as everyone stares.

Nice joke stupid.

“Kurt. Roll up your sleeve.” Blaine says fearfully.

“Ummm.”

Quick find a way out. Um maybe the floor will open up and swallow me whole! Maybe the house will catch on fire and we’ll have to leave! Maybe she’ll roll up my selves and they will have magically disappeared! Maybe! Maybe!

Maybe I’m totally busted.

“Kurt, we’re not asking. We’re telling. Now roll up your sleeve.” Burt says worried but still angry.

“Fine…” Kurt says he rolls up his sleeve and reveals the bloody cuts and scars. Old and new.

“What the fuck?”

Busted.