"Nobody like Blaine. Everybody hates Blaine. He may as well go and eat worms. Big ones, fat ones, skinny ones, slimy ones. He should go and eat worms."

Blaine smiled weakly at the chorus of voices and the grinning faces that he was met with upon walking into the Warblers meeting room.

It had all started three days ago when Jeff had walked in on him munching on some worms in the science room. He had tried to make Jeff pass it off as a prank, but the boy could not forget the look of pure ecstasy Blaine had worn on his face will consuming the worms.

Luckily, at least for now, only the Warblers knew about Blaine's strange eating habit.

Blaine had loved eating worms for as long as he could remember. It had probably started in his toddler years, when he would eat just about anything and from there it had most likely just stuck with him.

It was one of the only things he was ashamed of.

He dreaded to see Kurt's face among the jeerers, mocking or even pitying him. So, instead, he hung his head low and made his way to an empty seat, making eye contact with no one.

The meeting was a blur. All he could remember were the stares and the massive amount of effort he had to put in not to look at Kurt.

As soon as it was over, he ran out. He made it as far as an empty janitors closet before collapsing in a dejected heap of tears.

About five minutes in to his pity party there was a tentative knock at the door and then a voice.

"Blaine?"

He remained silent, hoping the boy would simply leave and he wouldn't have to endure scorn form the one person he cared about the most.

Instead, the door burst open and an angelic-looking Kurt stepped in.

Under any other circumstances, Blaine would have been thrilled to have Kurt alone in a janitors closet with him.

"Are you all right, Blaine?"

"Why would I be? Everybody now thinks that I am a disgusting pig."

There was a pause and then Kurt replied softly, "I don't."

Blaine snorted. "I don't need your pity, Kurt."

"No, Blaine, I'm not saying this out of pity. Frankly, I'm insulted that you think of me that way."

"Then why, Kurt?"

"I know how it feels."

"Right, I believe you. I hardly think that you eat worms too."

"No, I don't eat worms. I eat books."

"You'll never und- Wait, what?"

"I don't even know why I like them. It's not as if I particularly like the taste of them. I guess I'm addicted to the feeling that eating them gives me. I kind of feel more powerful, as if by eating the book I have eaten the knowledge itself."

"Okay, so you do know how it feels."

"Yes. And if you, Blaine Anderson, ever decide to tell anyone about my addiction I will bite you."

"Doesn't sound so bad to me."

Blaine grinned despite himself and moved in closer.

Much closer.

He leaned over Kurt's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I honestly love you. Now, while we are in the janitors closet, why don't we take advantage of it?"

Kurt smiled, turned his head and leaned in for a kiss.

Suddenly, the door flew open, revealing a blushing janitor.

The boys stammered their apologies before walking off, hands intertwined.