The moment Kurt made it to the gym, he rushed into the change room to get into his gym clothes. He frowned slightly at how baggy and unappealing it was compared to what he usually wears but shrugged it off. He soon walked into the work out area and took in a deep breath. He hated working out but felt as though he needed to do something.

Kurt made his way to the treadmill, starting off slow as he did a light jog. In about ten minuets he was up to a full fledged run; panting quickly as beads of sweat formed along his forehead.

“You can do this. Gotta look good. Not good enough yet” He whispered to himself through his raged breaths; chanting it softly to remind himself that he was here for a reason. He needed a change. Nothing to rash, but just a change. He needed to look like those models on TV. He wanted to be those models.

About 30 minuets later, Kurt had stopped the treadmill and was leaning over it gasping for air. His entire face was bright red; beads of sweat rolling down his back, as he gripped the treadmill handles a bit tighter. He blinked a few times, feeling dizzy; his vision slightly distorted as he lifted his head up, gazing around the gym. He frowned letting out a breath as he tried to take a step away, but only stumbled in the process, gripping the treadmill tighter. 

“Well I think that's enough for one day”he mumbled to himself with a huff as he closed his eyes trying to regain his strength.

Once he was sure he had enough strength to move; he stood up properly, glanced around before making his way back into the change room to grab his clothes. He just couldn't handle showering at the gym; it was awkward and felt as though he'd automatically be judged if they realized he was gay. Also, he couldn't handle noticing someone's body that he couldn't have.

With a sigh, he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out. He needed to go home, shower, maybe stare at himself in the mirror for an hour and wallow in self -pity before deciding to do something productive until his date.

The moment he walked into his house, he was momentarily shocked to be surrounded by silence. He frowned slightly as he walked further into his house.

“Dad...? Carol?”He called out loudly, waiting a minuet for a reply before huffing quietly as he got none.

He made his way into the kitchen, a slight grin gracing his lips as he saw a note on the refrigerate. It was so like Carol to always leave little notes for either Kurt or Finn when her and Burt went out together.

Kurt. Burt had to go into the shop early to get a head start on somethings. I needed to go grocery shopping. I should be back soon. Finn decided to make a pit stop at Pucks to play video games. See you soon!

He rolled his eyes slightly as he carelessly tossed the note onto the counter once he had read it. The whole house to himself. There were a millions things he could do in the small time frame he'd been given alone. He could easily call Blaine over and really kick start off his relationship; but that wasn't entirely ideal at this point. He shrugged his shoulders and walked up to his room. A shower would be nice first; from there, he would think of something productive to do.

He tugged off his shirt,sweats and boxers, tossing them into his laundry bin before walking into his bathroom, connected into his room. He couldn't help but glance at his reflection in the mirror just as he was about to get into the shower.

He frowned as his eyes gazed over his pale body. Catching over every imperfection that probably nobody else would notice. He walked closer to the mirror, tilting his head to the side as he lifted one hand up and slowly trailed his fingers down along his other arm. He pouted at the bit of fat that rested there; showing him that he clearly was nothing like the models on TV. He quickly dropped his hand and continued to inspect his body.

He noticed the slight blemishes along his chest and glared at them momentarily as if he could will them away. Then he noticed the worst part. His hand inched over across his stomach and all he could see a slightly larger than normal stomach that seriously needed to go away.

He poked at his stomach, before letting out a huff at the layer of fat deposited there. He needed to get rid of that; and fast. Especially if he wanted to move along further with Blaine. If Blaine saw this. He could only imagine what he'd think. Fat.. Ugly.. hideous.. disproportional...

Kurt quickly shook his head; tears threatening to spill over as his eyes watered up. He blinked a few times , willing them away before sucking in a deep breath.

“Relax Kurt. It's not a big deal. It's not all that much to lose. Just weigh yourself. Set a goal. And everything will be fine”he whispered to himself. He then took a step back, the frown instantly returning to his lips as he noticed his thighs.

“Fucking hell.. How have I let any of this happen” he mumbled as he lightly grazed his fingers of his thighs; He bit down on his bottom lip suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the reality of his body. Everything about himself stood out making him feel pathetic. He had huge hips; arms that jiggle when he walks. Thighs bigger than his head; He wasn't perfect. He wasn't gorgeous; he wasn't anything nice to look at. He was hideous. He was fat. He couldn't believe that Blaine had ever set his eyes on someone so... awful.

With a slight whimper; a sob threatening to break through he looked away from the mirror and looked down instantly spotting what would be one of his best friends for the next few weeks. He pulled the scale from under the towel rack before stepping onto it. With a deep breath , he glanced up at the ceiling, terrified at what the number would read. 

'Just look down, look down' He thought to himself as a single tear rolled down his cheek that he quickly wiped away. He let out another breath before slowly, gazing down at the scale. His jaw dropped at the number that appeared; his vision clouded with tears.“No no no..that.. no.. this shit is broken” He whimpered out once more, before pressing his hand over his mouth, holding back his sob.

He shook his head quickly before getting off the scale and shoving it back under the towel rack. It had to be wrong. Kurt Hummel did not weigh 145 pounds. That was just...No.. It couldn't be.

He whimpered once more before quickly wiping his face, and blinked back a few more tears. He reached into the shower, turning the taps to hot water before climbing in.

The hot water burned his skin slightly and he shut his eyes tightly, feeling the water roll down along his sides and back. He sighed grabbing his wash cloth and applied some soap to it before scrubbing it across his body as if he could just scrub the fat off of him. He whimpered once more, trying not the cry as he continued to scrub until his skin was bright red.

He dropped it instantly before turning off the taps and stayed in the shower. He leaned his head against the shower wall, his eyes closing once more in a grimace as he clenched his fists thinking about what he had to do.

“This is what happens when you let yourself fall into happiness. You forget about reality... forget everything that happens on the outside world”He whispered to himself, before wrapping on arm around his waist, holding himself.

From today, he knew he was going to reach his ideal weight; his ideal body. He was going to be perfect. The only minor problem that could stop him from his goal, were the people around him. He had to keep this away from his parents.. .from Blaine.

They just wouldn't understand until they see how amazing he is going to look in a few weeks. For now, it was going to be his little secret. His perfect secret to get what he's been dreaming of.

With a more confident state of mind; Kurt stood straight and got out of the shower, grabbing his towel and wrapped it around his waist and walked back into his room to change into some clothes. Today was a new start. He had to make a diet plan. Don't eat that much, but don't eat so little that it looks suspicious. Cut out any types of junk food. No carbs. He didn't want to be one of those people that ate everything they desperately wanted and then threw it right back up. He hated throwing up. That would be his last resort if his diet plan and exercise failed.

With a slight smile, he slipped on some pants and a v-neck shirt, making his way downstairs just as Carol walked in with what appeared to be lunch. Two bags of Chinese food. He frowned instantly as he smelt it and made a slight face. This was going to be a problem. Not letting Carol see that he wasn't eating very much. She was to observant for her own good.

Step one. Cut food into tiny pieces. Push around plate. Eat slowly. Eat five pieces and convince them you're full.