This chapter deals with bullying, weight issues, and body issues as well as mentions of eating disorders. I had as much help as I could with this chapter. If you need to talk come to me :) this chapter is really heavy.

BPOV-

''Blaine!,'' I hear someone call, and I look up to see Kurt.

''Hi,'' I breathe out, standing and he pulls me into a hug.

''Have you heard anything? And where's Rory?,'' he asks frantically.

''Nick and Jeff took him home. He's on the painkillers for his arm. And he does still have school tomorrow. I haven't heard anything, but they may keep her overnight. I'll have to take off of course,'' I look up to see Adam ,''Hi.''

''Uh, hello. I'll give you two some time,'' he nods to Kurt ,''feel better. I can catch a cab home.''

''Thank you so much for bringing me,'' Kurt sighs, holding me closer.

''No problem,'' he hands Kurt his car keys ,''Feel better, Kurt and Blaine.''

''He dropped you off,'' I question Kurt.

''Don't start that. Not now. I love you, and I couldn't drive in my condition.''

''No, Kurt. I trust you, and Adam is a good guy. If you say that there is nothing going on, then nothing's going on. I just… I need you right now,'' I remind him, sitting and pulling him down next to me ,''I'm such a bad dad. I'm horrible.''

''Blaine, you are the best. I don't know how many people would take in a ten year old girl who had no where to go, and raise her as their own. And Rory and Grace… you're good with our kids. This is no one's fault, not even Blair's. Especially not hers, because I don't think she meant to go this far. Everyone has something they are insecure about. And girls… no matter how they look, they're told it's not enough a lot of the time. That you have to be thin or curvy… it got too much for her. She's scared, and all we can do is be there for her.''

And there he goes, being the voice of reason, Keeping me grounded and sane and secure while my world is spinning out of control.

''Mr. Anderson-Hummel,'' the doctor begins, coming down the hall an hour or two later, and Kurt and I stand.

''H-how is she,'' I ask, fearing the worse.

''She's awake,'' the doctor begins ,''I think we need to talk to her together.''

''Alright,'' Kurt takes my hand, and we follow the doctor.

Blair is staring up at the ceiling, lying on her back. Her hands are folded on her stomach, and she looks exhausted and nervous at the same time.

''Ms. Anderson,'' the doctor begins ,''Your parents are here.''

''Hi,'' Blair whispers, eyes darting to me and Kurt before back up at the ceiling.

The doctor closes the door behind her ,''She fainted from dehydration, which is why we are pushing fluids with the I.V. She was dizzy. Blair, should I tell them?''

She nods, still looking at the ceiling.

''Blair told me that she's been struggling with her weight lately,'' the doctor says ,''Has this happened before?''

''Yes, but never to this extremes. I… Kurt or I always talked to her. She just wouldn't eat, and we talked to her before things could get out of hand. She'd get back on track. The first time she began eating because she found out she was pregnant. The second time because Kurt and I talked to her. We tried to get her help. Her guidance counselor said she was doing better. We did everything we could. I… I thought we did.''

Now I'm not so sure.

''Blair has episodes of binging, followed by purging. I can't diagnose her with an eating disorder, though. Not until we talk more. And I may need to run some tests. This isn't quite set in stone. Blair does, however, show a lot of the signs. She has a preoccupation with her weight and body shape. Her weight has not changed much. While she didn't stop eating, she had episodes of binging and purging. She should talk to someone else. This has been going on for three months,'' the doctor explains.

Three months. Three months and I didn't see my daughter falling apart.

''Before I continue, I need you to know that this is no one's fault. There are a lot of things that could have lead to this. Peer pressure, emotional issues… We would like to keep Blair here at least overnight. For observations. Since this has been going on for so long, it is consecutive, I'd like to recommend a good family therapist. She'll be able to talk to you, help your family through this. It's been a long day for everyone. So I'm sure you'd like to just pick this up tomorrow,'' the doctor asks.

''Thank you so much,'' I nod.

''It's no problem. But,'' she lowers her voice, ''This could also be biological. Does Blair have any siblings or parents who suffered with an eating disorder? It makes it more likely that she'd develop one.''

''Her mother struggled with her weight in high school, but I don't know if she'd ever been diagnosed with an eating disorder. She died when Blair was ten, so there's not much I know,'' I sigh.

''Don't beat yourself up,'' the doctor says ,''And don't blame Blair, either. This is tough enough for all of you. I'll give you three a minute alone.''

She leaves, and Kurt and I turn to Blair.

''Hi,'' I sit on the edge of her bed, and Kurt sits in the chair next to it.

Blair turns on her side, but looks at the wall behind Kurt instead of at either of us ,''Hi.''

She sounds so broken and defeated.

''I'm sorry,'' she whispers ,''It was never supposed to be like this. I just wanted to lose the weight.''

''Honey, we keep telling you you're at a healthy weight for you. Why can't you see that,'' my voice cracks.

''I didn't… I don't want to be the ''chubby girl'' anymore.''

''Where did you get an idea like that from,'' Kurt asks.

''Some m-mean girls at my school, the articles that sometimes come out when they see me out with you… I know I'm chubby. I want to be thinner, because then maybe I'll feel pretty. I don't ''rock my curves'' like these other girls. The girls in the magazine, Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang… they make it work. I can't. I've never liked the way I look.''

''Blair Anderson, you are a beautiful girl regardless of weight. That being said, your weight is just fine,'' Kurt insists.

''You g-guys don't get it,'' Blair's eyes fill with tears ,''No one I know does. All of my friends are gorgeous. And they're thin. And the girls who know how to work with their curves are gorgeous. I'm not beautiful like them.''

''Yes you are,'' I move some curls from her forehead, and she looks at me ,''You are a gorgeous girl.''

''You only say that b-because you're my dad,'' she whispers ,''You both only say that because you're my parents.''

''That''s not true. Trust me, you are a beautiful girl. Random strangers tell me that. And I can't tell you how uncomfortable it makes me to hear guys talking about you in the hallways,'' I tell her, and she smiles a bit before looking at Kurt.

''So you two aren't too mad at me,'' she checks.

''Sweetheart, we aren't mad at all,'' Kurt takes her hand in his, careful not to disturb the I.V.,'' this is not your or anyone else's fault. Those girls had no reason to bully you. We'll be talking to your principal. This has gone too far. We need to stop them before they tear another girl down.''

Blair nods, ''So we're gonna go to therapy?''

''You, me, Blaine and Rory,'' Kurt nods ,''We're gonna help you get through this. As a family. Just like we do everything.''

''Thank you,'' Blair sighs ,''I… I don't know where I'd be without you guys.''

And I shudder at the thought of losing you. You're my child, I can't lose you. Not now.

''We're gonna get through it all,'' I nod, stroking her hair back ,''We're gonna be just fine.''

KPOV-

Since it's easier for me to take off of work than it is for Blaine, I am staying with Blair over night and all day tomorrow. He will make sure Rory gets to school, and Jeff is watching Grace for us since Dani has to work.

''Kurt,'' Blair asks quietly.

It's late at night, and she's exhausted I'm sure.

Looking up from my designs, I see her green hazel eyes trained on me.

''What's wrong, sweetheart?''

''I'm hungry… but I...''

Afraid to eat.

''What if I get something light,'' I reach into the bag from the hospital gift shop ,''Peanut butter crackers? Just don't tell the nurse. You already at that awful soup. But I hear your stomach growl from over here.''

She nods, slowly eating one, ''Thank you. The food here sucks.''

I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.

''I'm really sorry,'' she takes a sip of the water the nurse brought her ,''I keep messing things up.''

''Sweetheart, you have not messed anything up,'' I sit on the edge of her bed, moving some hair from her eyes ,''You were confused and under a lot of pressure. I've been there. I made myself go on a very, very unhealthy diet when I was younger. All because I wanted to fit in. I know that you're going through.''

''Y-you do?,'' she looks surprised.

''Yes,'' I sigh ,''And you have been through so much. You lost your mother, got pregnant in your sophomore year of high school, were severely bullied, your birth dad came back into your life… All of that may have contributed to this. It will be a slow process, but you will get better. We're all gonna be there for you.''

''Thank you,'' she runs a hand through her curls ,''I honestly never thought that someone could love me as much as you do.''

''Well, we do. And if Grace ever goes through the same, which I hope she does not, we may have a better idea of what to do,'' I kiss her head ,''Now get some sleep. We have to talk to the doctor pretty early.''

''You know,'' she begins, taking another cracker out ,''I never really liked Chase. So I'm glad my dad found you. He deserves to be happy.''

''You know what?,'' I smile at her ,''I'm glad I found your dad. And now i have the three best kids I could ever had.''

She grins a bit, then eats her cracker.

The rest of the night is really quiet, neither one of us getting much sleep.

If Blair is diagnosed with an eating disorder, we'll help her get through it. Like we will help Rory with his issues, and the physical therapy he may need for his arm.

We're gonna get through it together, just like we always do.

This won't be easy, far from it. It'll be a slow road, and we'll all have to be patient. But it'll be okay in the end.

Everything's gonna be alright.

RoryPOV-

''I'm taking you to school,'' Blaine takes his keys ,''We'd better get going.''

I follow him quietly.

This is my fault. If I had told Blaine or dad or anyone for that matter… maybe my sister wouldn't be in the hospital.

''Rory,'' Blaine begins when we are alone in the elevator ,''What's going on?''

''It's my fault,'' I admit ,''And if I had just told that I thought something was going on with Blair, she wouldn't have done this.''

''Rory, this is not your fault. It is no one's fault. We are going to get through this, and we're going to help you, and everything will be okay,'' he pulls me into a hug, careful of my broken arm ,''It's gonna be fine.''

I hope Blaine's right. This family has been through so, so much already. Then again, we always get through it.

So why wouldn't we this time?

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