A/N: Ok, this is really bad, but whatever, I'm not really good at writing and well, yeah, 2am writing :P not sure if i should continue it :/
Oh yeah, I don't own anything, except the plot.. and possibly a few OC's in later chapters, It's un-beta'd and quite honestly, sucks, right bye :P
Kurt stared at his bare stomach in the full-length mirror, he poked his ribs,
"Fat." he muttered under his breath,
he pulled at the invisible fat on his hips,
"Disgusting." he said angrily.
Kurt sighed and flopped down onto his bed, face down. He lay there for a moment, breathing in the smells of his duvet, then rolled onto his side and pinched at his stomach,
"Ow,"
he breathed when he accidentally pinched a cut over his belly button, sticky liquid spread over the tips of his fingers. Kurt sighed and sat up, pressing his palm over the bleeding cut. He flung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, walked the small distance to his bathroom and shut the door behind him,
"Damn cut,"
he muttered while he wiped the blood off his fingers. Kurt shivered when a drop of blood rolled down his stomach, past his belly button, threatening to roll onto the waistband of his skinny jeans, he quickly wiped it away, not wanting to ruin his clothes with blood. Kurt froze when he heard three loud knocks on the front door, he quickly pulled a bandaid out and stuck it over the most of the cut, then pulled on his white v-neck t-shirt and ran up stairs. He winced when he jumped the last few steps to get to the front door quicker,
"Thank god for that bandaid,"
he mumbled to himself as he opened the door,
"Hi Blaine!" he said as happily as he could, his pulled his best fake smile and hugging his boyfriend.
"Hey Kurt," Blaine replied and went to slip his hand up Kurt's shirt, Kurt grabbed his hand as it went toward his stomach,
"My dad's home," he warned, not wanting Blaine to feel the scabs, and planted a kiss on Blaine's head then dragged him inside.
"Hi Blaine," Carole called from the kitchen, "Want a drink?"
"No thanks Carole," Blaine said politely, "I brought cupcakes," Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear,
"Cupcakes?" he said, thinking about how he would have to throw it all up later,
"What flavour?" Kurt asked with fake curiosity, not even wanting to know.
"Vanilla!" Blaine beamed and placed his backpack onto the table,
"One for you," he said, placing a cupcake in front of Kurt and then kissed his cheek. Kurt mustered up a small smiled despite mentally retching at the thought of having to eat the cupcake. He picked at the icing, licking it off his fingers slowly, savouring the taste, not thinking about how he would have to throw it up later. Blaine looked at him and slid closer so that his side was touching Kurt's,
"That's really hot," he breathed in Kurt's ear, then his eyebrows furrowed,
"Don't they taste any good?" he whined, "I spent ages looking up a perfect recipe and getting all the ingre-" he was cut off by Kurt planting a kiss on his lips,
"They're perfect," he said as he pulled away, "I'm just not really hungry."
Blaine raised his eyebrow questioningly, "Really?" Kurt nodded,
"They're not going to give me food poisoning, are they?" Kurt laughed,
"Course not!" Blaine laughed with him, "Carole, do you mind if we leave these here?" he asked politely, Carole nodded and smiled at the boys,
"Have fun," she called as they made they're way to Kurt's room,
"Door open!" yelled Burt from the living room, "Hey," Burt said, getting up and walking over to Carole,
"Do you think Blaine would mind if I stole one of his cupcakes?" Carole swatted his hand away as he went to grab one,
"None for you," she laughed and Burt groaned,
"Half?" he reasoned and Carole complied, cutting a cupcake in half and passing it over to Burt,
"Thanks," he said happily and scoffed it down.
"Except that I wouldn't be able to go on the rides," Blaine muttered to Kurt, who threw his head back and laughed,
"You're not that short," Kurt laughed and pulled Blaine over so that they were lying side by side on Kurt's bed,
"And hey," he said, kissing Blaine's cheek, "You're too much of a scaredy cat to go on them anyway." Kurt laughed and Blaine merely shook his head,
"I'll get you, Hummel," Blaine warned,
"Oh really?" Kurt pressed, raising his eyebrow,
"Yes." Blaine replied before attacking Kurt's sides with tickling fingers. Kurt squirmed at the touch and began to laugh,
"Stop!" he shouted between laughs, "Ahh! Blaine No! Please!" Blaine shook his head, a giant grin on his face,
"I don't believe I can do that, Sir." he said in a dapper voice,
"Pleeaaase!" Kurt whined, "I give up!"
"Nope!" Blaine laughed,
"Ah!" Kurt sucked in a breath as Blaine's fingers tickled the cuts on his hips through his shirt, Blaine instantly froze,
"What happened?" he asked, worried,
"Nothing," Kurt brushed it off, "It was nothing, just got my bruise is all."
Lie.
Blaine raised an eyebrow,
"Bruise?" he asked,
"Yeah," Kurt said feebly, "I hit my hip on the edge of the table chasing after Finn," he laughed, trying to think of more excuses, "He stole my moisturiser." he added darkly, "Never get between me and my moisturiser." Kurt laughed.
