A/N: One shot! I hope you guys like this. Its sad but it gets better at the end! There is a happy ending! This comes from Sues remark about Kurt getting 'pear hips'. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own glee

rating:T

Pear Hips

It had really hurt. When Coach Sylvester had said I was getting 'pair hips'. But it made me realize something. I was fat. And I was eating way to much. So I enlisted Brittany and Santana to help me.

"Kurt, you drink this and you will just shed the weight off. We promise!", they chorused together as the handed me the drink. Sues own special blend to keep her Cheerios thin.

I raised it to my lips and drank. I nearly spat it back out. It was disgusting. But I had to do this. I needed to get small, stay small and this is how I will do it. I took it back up and kept drinking it in small sips ignoring the after taste.

I can do this.

It was the weekly way in, two weeks after I had started the drink. When Sue called next I nervously stepped on the scale. I hadn't weighed myself on my own, I was to scared of the number.

"Congratulations Lady Face, you've lost six pounds since your last weigh in.", Sue told me.

I smiled broadly and took off skipping down the hall. I was now 130 pounds. But that was no where I wanted to be.

It was a month after her 'pear hips' remark. I absolutely had given up food, minus the occasional piece of gum. I guess I would be called anorexic. But I refused to believe that. I was now only 120. The weight drop of six pounds had slowed down since then and I was starting to worry. It was so hard to obtain from food, I did it some how but it was hard. But I was getting nervous. What if it came back? What if it stopped going away? What was I going to do then? I had one person to turn to. Santana.

"Kurt, are you really sure you want this? You know how dangerous it is. I've only done this on ocction and I can't help but worry about you becoming...well, bulimic, I've seen a lot of girls go down that road before, I don't want you going there", Santana looked at me in the confines of her bedroom.

I wave her concern away. "Santy, don't worry. It will only be if and when I eat too much. Other wise I just have to drink the drink and life will be fine."

She bit her lip lightly and the nodded. "Ok Kurtie, this is how its done you do it. Let me demenstraight".

She led me away to the bathroom to the toilet. She ran water over her index and middle fingers. She then knelt down over the toilet and shoved them in her mouth. Up came her dinner. She rinsed her mouth out. And nodded at the toilet. I bet over and tried it. It took three times before I made it work, but I did it. She patted me on the back and I rinsed my mouth out.

"How do you feel?", she asked.

I sat down on her bed. "Light headed. But accomplished.".

She smiled as she sat down next to me. "Well be friends through all this right? Even if we can't really show it since we have to be the King and Queen bitches right?".

I smiled back at her. "Santy, I'm a Cheerio now. We can show it.".

That was how it really started.

Santy, Britt and I walked down the hallway holding each others pinkies. I was popular, they were popular, I was thinner than I ever was and I had the two amazing best friends ever. But then there was Finn, my crush was fading and I was a free man. But unfourtunatly we had gym togther. I changed in the bathroom stalls just so no one could see how many ribs were exsposed and how my hip bones jutted out.

But I was late and had the place to mysef and decided not to. I was just tugging the gym shirt on over my head when I heard Finn exclaim, "Oh my god!".

I quickly tugged it on the rest of the way, definatly messing my hair up. Finn stood their a look of horror on his face. He slowly walked over to me. "Kurt, how much do you weigh?".

My face flushed with anger. "That is none of your business Finn Hudson!".

"Hell it is when you're almost my stepbrother! Kurt I could see most of you ribs."

"I am fine Finn! I don't need you babying me! I can take care of myself damnit!".

And I stormed out of the locker room and into the gym, desprate to get away from Finn.

Santy held me as I cried into lap. "Finn saw! Hes going to tell my dad and hes going to send me somewhere awful even though I don't need it! I'm fine! I mean look at you! You're like me and you're fine! I don't want to go to rehab!".

She rubbed my back. Then she pushed me to a sitting position. "Kurt, look". She pulled up her shirt. I could count almost every rib. I pulled up mine you could count them all too. A tear escaped her eye.

"What happenes if Finn rats me out? What will I do?", I shreiked back into panic mode.

"I'll go with you. I promise. Were friends forever."

"I know".

I returned home from the sleep over at Santy's the next morning at about noon. Dad, Finn and Carole all sat on the coach waiting for me.

"Sit down son",Burt said.

I sat nervously down across from him. "Yes dad? Is something wrong? Is Aunt Mildred okay?".

He shook his head "Its you. Finn said he saw you in the locker room with out your shirt on. He said he could count your ribs.".

I gaped at him then glared at Finn. "Its not true! Whatever else he told you isn't true! I've been good! I'm fine! I AM NOT BULIMIC!", I screeched at all three of them.

"Kurt honey. We love you. We just want to make sure you're all right.", Carole said.

I stood up. "Do I look bulmic to you?", my cheerios uniform hid my ribs well, you couldn't even tell.

"Lift up your shirt then Kurt. Prove me wrong." Finn said.

He had me cornered. "No! Its my body and I don't have to show it to you! Its my choice about what I want to do with it! Not yours!", I made a mad dash for the stairs but Finn caught my arm. I squirmed aganst his grip. "Let go!",I cried. Tears streaming down my face.

He waited for me to stop squirming and to hold still. Ever so slowly he pulled the cheerios uniform top up to my collar bone. I heard two gasps. I threw Finns arm away and yanked the shirt back down. "Please don't send me to rehab! Please don't!",I cried.

Finn pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "We have to little dude."

I cried into his arm. "Then you need to tell on Santy too. She promised she'd stay with me.".

"Of course honey.", Carole said taking me in her arms next.

I then looked at my dad. "I'm so sorry.",I whispered.

He gently pulled me into a hug. "Its ok son. Well get this fixed.".

"Thank you".

And that was how I was sent to rehab.

I hoped you liked it! I've planned out more! It will bee a trilogy! YAY! Please review, reveiws are love!