The group left the cabin and made their way over to the group center where all the other campers and trainers sat waiting for further instruction.

Kurt had never been more nervous in his entire life. He was about to be weighed in front of at least a hundred people that he didn’t even know. And more importantly in front of Blaine. Perfect perfect Blaine. Who would judge him and call him fat. Kurt really hated himself, yes coming to this camp was a great idea for losing weight…but the humility of being weighed weekly in front of everyone made him feel sick.

So yeah he was freaking out.

Blaine was just so perfect, in literally every way. And there was nothing Kurt wanted more than to be him. Blaine was so tan and muscular yet lean. His black curls that had escaped his gel slick hair bounced freely on his forehead in the most adorable way. His olive skin tone glistening a little from the tiny beads of sweat that rolled down his body.

Kurt wanted nothing more than to lick that sweat of the darker boy’s body. He probably tastes delicious. Kurt had been staring for awhile and when his gaze was caught by Blaine’s honey colored eyes he wanted to look away but couldn’t, he was drawn to those eyes and there was no place he’d rather be.

Blaine looked deep into Kurt’s troubled eyes. Right now they were a cloudy gray-blue. Like storm clouds before it rains. Something was troubling Kurt, and Blaine wanted to get to the bottom of it. He had only known Kurt for an hour yet he felt a deep connection to the boy. He looked into those eyes and he knew he’d never hurt him. Kurt was beautiful and perfect, but a look in those eyes told you he’s been broken for awhile now.

The bullying could be partially the reason, but if you asked Blaine, he thought it was something more. Something much more serious.

Blaine had dealt with being bullied for being gay, it was awful, and people were awful. It was said bullying that drove him to Dalton. Dalton was a sanctuary, yet after he transferred he had difficulties trusting people. The first day to avoid a repeat of the last school he lied and told everyone he was straight. He was just so scared and now he feels like it’s too late.

He had been out before, and after nearly being beaten to death by homophobic jerks, he knew he never wanted to feel that pain again. At least for now he’d stay hidden, stay safe. Yes at times he was unhappy, but right now there was no way he was coming out.

But then when he saw Kurt, he thought maybe, just maybe, I can do this. But here were his two best friends, what would they think if he and Kurt started anything? No, he couldn’t have that. Word would get back to Dalton, and word would get back to the rest of Ohio. It wasn’t safe. He couldn’t do it.

Yet the look in Kurt’s eyes made him want to risk it all. Risk everything he had just for one epic summer romance. Maybe.

Both boys were brought out of their day dreams when the first few weigh-ins began and everyone paid attention.

“I’m glad I don’t have to go weigh myself, I’d feel self conscious standing up there.” David whispered to the group.

“Not making me feel any better.” Mercedes teased.

“Oh ‘Cedes please, you’ll be fine. Have you seen these people?” Wes laughed receiving a smack upside his head from both David and Blaine.

“Do not insult the campers.” Blaine scolded under his breath.

“Sorry.” Wes laughed rubbing his head.

Group leaders and counselors each took turns leading their group of campers up to the scales and recording results.

“Come on guys, let’s be next.”  David suggested leading their group up to the scales.

“Being the lightest, I’ll go first.” Rachel smiled.

“No you just wanna go first because you’re annoying and have to be first at everything.” Mercedes teased.

Kurt knew Mercedes was just as uncomfortable as he was about being weighed so he took her hand to comfort her.

“Okay Rachel, 115 lbs.” David said writing down her results.

“I’ll go.” Finn shrugged stepping on the scale.

“195.” David said placing his weight next to his name under Rachel’s.

Mercedes nervously stepped on the scale, “165” David said recording her weight.

“Okay here goes.” Kurt said in an uneasy tone, his facial expression showing true fear as he stepped on the scale.

“92 pounds?!?” Wes said loudly as David wrote down said number a confused and worried expression etched on his features.

“Hey this is a judgment free camp.” Kurt said teary-eyed. Never had he been so embarrassed.

“Kurt we’re not judging, that’s just a really low number.” David said worriedly.

“Dude I weigh like a hundred more pounds than you, that’s messed up.” Finn laughed.

Why was everyone laughing about their weight? Kurt wanted to be perfect, he worried about his weight, he counted calories, and he cared. And here these people were joking about it.

“I’ve lost two pounds since yesterday.” Kurt smiled brightly.

In his mind he still had a ways to go, but hey it was progress. And it was only day one. Yay yay yay.

Blaine was seriously worried. And it all started to make sense. The self-effacing demeanor, not thinking he was skinny, willingly wanted to come to fat camp, being self-conscious about being shirtless, his rib cage and hollowed stomach, being nervous about being weighed, weighing 92 pounds.

Kurt had an eating disorder.

Is this why he wanted to come to this camp?

Does he think he needs to lose weight?

Why would someone that perfect think so little of himself? Kurt needs help, and Blaine planned to be that help. He could be supportive and comforting. He could be there when Kurt needed someone.

Blaine would be more than a camp counselor this summer, he’d be a friend. He’d be there.