A/N - Hello again! Sorry, I actually finished on Wednesday but I didn't have time to upload it! Still here though! Enjoy, this story just keeps getting longer, it was only starting off as a oneshot! :P Texts are in bold!

Kurt didn't call the next day. Or the day after. In fact, a whole week passed and Blaine still hadn't heard from his boyfriend. Sure they had shared the simple 'goodnight' texts but Blaine was so used to long daily phone conversations that when stripped from him, he was feeling really downbeat.

He didn't want to pry or push him but he was itching to call Kurt. He tried everything to distract himself, but considering it was summer vacation, he had no homework and, really, the only thing available to do was watch TV or work on music, which you can only do for so long. In the end, Blaine physically had to sit on his hands to restrain himself from reaching for his phone.

His cell suddenly buzzed from his bedside table and he sat up instantly, reaching over for it, anxious for Kurt's message. When he looked at the screen, however, it wasn't Kurt; it was Mercedes. He sighed and opened the text.

From Mercedes:

Blaine, hey how are things with Kurt? He wouldn't tell what's wrong when I saw him, I was wondering if you found out anything?

Blaine scrunched his face in deliberation. Obviously Blaine knew why Kurt was acting strangely, and he knew Mercedes was his best friend, but if Kurt didn't tell Mercedes then he obviously didn't want her to know. People know how hard dealing with an appearance insecurity can be.

A severe insecurity controls you; controls how you act and how you feel about yourself. It can hold you back, hurt you, scare you, makes you feel incapable of being loved. Blaine has heard the stories, of people dealing with such self loathing that they cry themselves to sleep, they change their appetite, they harm themselves, or in some cases, take their own life. But to hear Kurt express such feelings of sadness was shocking; Blaine simply didn't understand it. Kurt was dazzling.

Blaine had always thought of Kurt as good looking, you'd have to be blind not to find him attractive. But when Blaine promised himself to take on the role of 'mentor', he promised himself to think nothing more of it, just acknowledge his attractiveness, but without the risk of 'inappropriate' thoughts.

Then when Kurt walked in that day, wearing not his Dalton uniform, just pure black and tears in his eyes, and started singing, Blaines immediate thought was 'god he's so beautiful'.

As soon as this thought entered his mind, he froze, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Beautiful? That was more than acknowledgement! He shifted slightly and turned his head further towards Kurt. He really WAS beautiful. And kind, and caring and sweet, and independent, and funny and... Blaine was in love with him!

Was he? No! I mean he always felt... Connected to Kurt. Of course he did, he was his best friend after all but surely he would have realised before now. He always felt sad and incomplete when Kurt wasn't with him, even if it was just having him near. But... Oh who was he kidding?! Kurt was IT for him, everything Blaine saw good in the world was Kurt.

A simple smile graced his face, but from that smile flew so many emotions. Happiness. Relief. Vulnerability.

Love.

Oh there you are, he thought, I've been looking for you forever.

By the Kurt finished singing Blaine had tears lining his face. He couldn't believe how a moment so simple could shift Baline's perspective around everything that had happened within the last few months... But he was bloody glad it did!

And the 'Animal' performance.

He really didn't know what he was thinking when he said Kurt wasn't sexy. Thinking back to that day he scalded himself with regret. The way he acted and the things he said, he did without thinking.

God you idiot! Of course he's going to have been affected by that. Comments that blunt would affect anybody!

Not letting himself develop feelings for Kurt was one thing but he had gone overboard and he didn't understand why he had said it!

Kurt was the sexiest guy Blaine knew and he didn't even have to try!

He sighed and slouched back into the pillows behind him as he punched out a reply to Mercedes.

To Mercedes:

Hey, still no word from Kurt. We still text each other goodnight, I'll keep trying. Thanks for your help.

From Mercedes:

No problem prep school boy! I'm happy to help, I just want my boo back to normal. Promise you'll tell me if you find anything out boy?!

Great. Just what he needed. Blaine had already lied to his boyfriend's best friend and now, making it worse, he had to make a promise on something he already knew.

To Mercedes:

Of course I will. I know how much your friendship means to Kurt, so I'm sure it must be something personal to keep things from us. I'm sure he'll be fine though, I'll make sure of it. :)

From Mercedes:

You better! I'm watching you Anderson! ;) Thanks and you're right, let's just hope it's nothing too serious.

Oh if only. Blaine thought as he typed out his response.

To Mercedes:

I'm sure it's nothing, maybe he's just worried about going back to school. It's not like the bullying ever FULLY stopped for you guys.

From Mercedes:

Yeah I guess you're right. He did always feel a lot safer around you and being back at McKinley whilst you're still at Dalton probably bums him out a bit. Well text you later boy!

Blaine sighed again and threw his cell to the end of his bed. Although he knew that wasn't the reason, Blaine couldn't help feeling some truth behind her words. While their personal relationship was safe and stable, it was but a week or two before Kurt's return to McKinley that they had had their run in with Karofsky, and although he had apologised since, it would be more than understandable if Kurt was still worried about the year ahead. There were rumours mulling around facebook that Karofsky wouldn't be returning to McKinley for senior year, but there would obviously still be other jocks and another year of slushie facials for the glee club probably wouldn't appeal to them.

He had to find away to talk to Kurt. They had left things so up in the air. Kurt had bottled himself up again and instead of talking, pushed Blaine away. Blaine knew it was hard for Kurt to let him in. After so much abuse over the years, his mother's death and his father's heart attack, trusting people was a challenge, and Blaine wanted to be someone he could confine in. He'd just have to wait for Kurt to come to him first.

Kurt was at a loss. He felt so embarrassed. He had called

Blaine over to explain things to calmly and he ended up kicking him out...again.

He couldn't bring himself to call Blaine. What would he say? He would just end up getting upset again. He was so ashamed, hated the way Blaine looked at him. Such pity, it made Kurt feel even worse about himself. Blaine wouldn't view him the same now. Now he would simply be the scared, broken, insecure little boy who freaks out at the prospect of anything even remotely sexual.

He was running out of time. He wanted to talk to Blaine properly about this before the end of summer but school started back in a week and a half and Kurt was starting to lose faith. They had text each other goodnight for the past week but Kurt was too scared to broach the subject. He honestly just didn't know what to say.

He didn't want Blaine to be dragged into his problems. He brought this upon himself. It was like no matter what he did, he simply couldn't be happy with the way he looked. Kurt went into sophmore year with a very noticeable layer of fat. Kurt hated it. No one wanted to date someone fat and girly. Even so, Kurt had never met anyone else out of the closet and so he tried not to let it bother him. When Kurt met Blaine however, things were different he lost a lot of weight, and his growth spurt certainly helped with that, and he actually started feeling a little better about himself. He and Blaine were singing flirty duets together, going out to theatres and other 'date like' places all the time. For the first time Kurt felt truly special. He really thought Blaine was interested in him. That's why it hurt so much when he found out he wasn't.

The debacle with Jeremiah and the ridiculous fiasco with Rachel really hit hard. Blaine was never interested him. He was simply being Blaine; sweet, kind, caring, dapper Blaine. He should have known losing weight wouldn't have made Blaine want to be with him. That didn't stop him though. He became obsessed with what he ate; always checking the calories on an item of food and what effect that would have on his hips.

Still though, Kurt came to the conclusion that it wasn't specifically his weight that Blaine found so repulsive, it was the rest of his looks. His girly face, stupid voice. He was the 'stereotypical gay' and Blaine obviously didn't want that. That really ripped away at Kurt's insides, he could change his weight but he couldn't change the rest of him without some ghastly form of surgery and no matter how desperately he wanted to be with Blaine, he couldn't do that to himself.

Sighing, Kurt found himself walking into his father's shop late on a thursday afternoon. "Hey dad." He said sullenly as he entered to see his dad both his head under the bonnet of a van.

"Hey Kurt! Just give me a sec and I'll be with you."

"Alright." He sighed, leaning back against a bench that looked most clean and picking up a spanner to twirl through his fingers lazily.

Burt grunted in satisfaction and pulled back from the hood of the vehicle, wiping his greased hands on a cloth he picked up from the side. "What's up?" He asked, closing up the front of the van.

Kurt sighed and stared at the metal implement in his hands.

"Kurt?"

The pale boy looked up heavily and defeated before whispering quietly "do you think Blaine finds me...attractive?"

Burt froze for a second obviously not expecting that and a little stuck on what to say. "I uh um...Kurt...should I be giving you the sex talk again because uh...that was awkward enough for both of us last time..."

"What? Oh god no! That's something I don't think either of us should have to sit through again!"

"Right. Ok, good. So uh...what's this about then because I kinda don't know where to take that question..."

"Well, Blaine and I were...you know...making out" Kurt started, his cheeks flaming red "and he tried to...well...take my shirt off-"

"Uh Kurt this really is sounding like what I thought. Do I need to talk to Blaine? Did he push you into something? 'Cause if he did-"

"No, dad! I swear nothing like that its just...well...I freaked out. I practically leapt across the bed."

"Good that's what I like to hear."

"Dad please." Kurt whined. "I really need your advise.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry I'm just kidding. Look, why do you think you freaked out? Is it because you're not...you know...ready to do that sorta thing?"

"No its not that its just...the idea of sex always kind of freaked me out, not that we were going to have sex" Kurt added when he caught the surprised look on his dad's face "I'm deffinately not ready for that and neither is Blaine, but its always a subject that I've pushed from my mind. And I didn't think I had to worry about it coming up because I didn't think Blaine wanted that stuff with me..."

"Why? He's your boyfriend and anyone with half a brain can see how much he loves you so of course he's gunna wanna...do stuff with you." Burt said awkwardly, not wanting to think of his son in that way.

"But I don't understand why! Let's face it dad I'm not exactly Taylor Lautner! I'm pale and weakly and girly and bland and-"

"Woa woa woa Kurt stop! What's going on with you, where is this coming from? There are enough assholes out there thinking bad things about you, I don't want you thinking those sorts of things about yourself."

"But dad its true! And Blaine keeps telling me I'm wrong but I know I'm not! I know he's just being usual Blaine, all charming and polite. And I know I'm not the worst looking person in the world but let's be honest, if I. wasn't so invested in skin care and keeping up with the latest fashion changes then I'd be pretty damn close to it!"

"No Kurt! Why didn't you tell me you felt like this? I know I'm not as good with the emotional stuff as your mom was but I'm still your dad and I don't want you bottling this sorta stuff up." Burt stood up and walked over to his downbeat son, clapping him on the shoulder. "You're an amazing kid Kurt, I couldn't be prouder to call you my son." Kurt smiled weakly. "Now I know you've gone through a hell of a lot of crap in your life but believe me and believe Blaine when we say everything bad you hear people say against you is utter bull! You are worth so much more than what they depict you out as Kurt. You are strong. So much stronger than them. Never let them tell you otherwise." Burt finished with a strong, comforting smile.

Kurt reciprocated the smile bit it didn't quite meet his eyes. His dads words had warmed him and Kurt really did smirk at how his dad always managed to make him feel better. Still though, he couldn't believe his words. He knew his dad was only saying them because he had to. He was being a good father simple as that. He didn't care what people would tell him, Blaine was too good for him and that was that. And although Blaine was not so shallow as to dump Kurt based on his lack of looks, he was still human, and no same human would stay with someone if they had absolutely ZERO attraction towards them, especially when Blaine could find someone better within seconds.

But couldn't help but notice that he felt slightly lighter than he had before his talk with the man before him. He didn't exactly know why. Maybe it was his father's kind words. Maybe it was simply talking to someone he trusted about his tribulations, releasing some of the strain that had been eating away at him.

"Thanks dad." He said softly, swooping into his father's welcoming embrace. "I love you." He said pulling away, turning to walk off.

"I love you to kiddo. Takeaway tonight?" Burt asked, walking back to lean against the hood of a car.

Kurt cringed inwardly. The last thing he needed to be doing was eating copious amounts of fast foods. He was out of shape enough, the last thing he needed to be doing was getting fat. His layer of baby fat from last year was bad enough. But as he looked upon his father's caring expression he couldn't find the will to disagree at this point. One meal shouldn't do much damage...right? He'd have to hope not.

"Sure dad, I'll order it later." He said dejected as he continued out the shop.

Don't be so mellow dramatic Kurt! One takeout will be fine...I hope...

A/N - And that's the end of that chapter! I start work on the next one but you know me and updates...sorry... But can we talk about what an AWESOME day Tuesday was?! I mean common! Darren's birthday! He tweeted 10 freaking times! woaaaa! He's tweeting so much this year, I think it was his new years resolution to be acquainted with the world of twitter! ;) And oh man he saw the plane! I may have cried...like a lot... And to make it even more perfect, Gay marriage was legalised here in the UK on DARREN'S BIRTHDAY! And the whole 'Sweet attentive lover' tweet that may I add BOTH Darren AND Chris replied to! CRISSCOLFER IS ON! Diva was incredible and Darren in 'Don't stop me now' and his lil sick voice was just golden! 'Girl on fire', I mean WOW Naya, absolutely ACE! And BOOYA Kurt you go! Rachel deserves to have her ego shoved in her face and he deserved to win, so happy! But like Tina...WTF?!...is all I can say on that...

Wow...ok long AN this time...I started rambling and I couldn't stop so...I'm gunna go now...goodbye! :P