A/N: I'm having writer's block on Weekend at Blaine's so I started writing this. I probably stole someone's ideas somewhere along the line so sorry. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG THEMES OF SELF-HARM AND EATING DISORDERS. DO NOT READ IF THIS COULD BE A TRIGGER FOR YOU. I am not responsible for what happens if you decide to read it anyway. This is just a prologue to set up the story, I'll try to get the first chapter posted later tonight or sometime tomorrow.
To everyone else, Kurt was a happy, bossy, somewhat bitchy diva. It was a façade Kurt used to make sure no one knew his secret. So far it had worked. No one knew of the scars that covered Kurt's chest and thighs. No one knew that on the rare occasions he did eat, he threw it right back up. Not even Mercedes. And that was how Kurt intended it to be. No one needed to know, so no one did know. Kurt simply continued his life of self-harm and starvation, doing his best to hide just how hurt and insecure he was.
All of that was before Blaine appeared in his life. Gorgeous, friendly, funny, dapper Blaine. Something about this boy made Kurt want to eat, want to heal the scars. Kurt couldn't identify what it was, but it was there, and it may just have saved his life. He didn't want to be the scarred skeleton he knew he was. He wanted to be normal, he wanted to be everything Blaine wanted him to be and more. But he wasn't so sure he could be. Not after what he'd done.
So, reviews are always appreciated. OH! Did anyone else see the 7/3/11 Klaine skit in Dublin? Lucky Chris...
Love you so much, you all deserve cookies. -CatCompanion09