The following Saturday morning, Kurt and Blaine were at the NYADA gym for the Abs class they had registered for. Looking around, Blaine was thankful no one from their stage combat class was there, but there were a couple of people he thought he recognized from that mime master class. He felt butterflies, purposely leading Kurt to the back row of people in the class. He didn't want any more of an audience than necessary, and he also figured the teacher was more likely to be critical of you if you were in the front row right in their face. It isn't like I've never been in a gym before, what's wrong with me? Truth was, Blaine was pretty blindsided by just how insecure he was feeling these days. The confidence of high school was seeming farther and farther away, and he was unsure when and if he'd find it again.
"Hey everybody, I'm Amy," the trainer called from the front of the room. Blaine blinked, recognizing her from Acting for the Camera class and . "Ready for a workout?" she asked, to a roomful of cheers.
And workout it was. Blaine didn't think he had ever done so many crunches in his entire life. Sweat dripped from his forehead but he tried to keep positive. Only 19 minutes left to go, he told himself, eyeing the clock on the side of the gym. 14 minutes left, more than half way there…
"Alright everyone, you made it, let's do some cool down stretching for five minutes and then you're free!" Amy encouraged.
Blaine breathed an audible sigh of relief and stole a glance at Kurt who was sweating profusely. Blaine smiled. "Regretting you signed up for this?" he asked.
Kurt shook his head, smiling back with a wink. "The things I do because I love you."
Afterwards Blaine really wanted to splurge on brunch but Kurt pulled a packed lunch out of his bag as they were walking out of the NYADA gym. "I made one for you too," he said pointedly, handing it over to his fiancé.
Blaine took it. "You thought ahead," he said, a little sheepish.
Kurt nodded. "Think of the money we're saving," he pointed out.
Blaine knew Kurt was right. He had been wasting a lot of money eating out. And he knew he needed to start eating healthier—even if he wasn't trying to lose some weight he knew it would make him feel better overall if he did.
Gnawing on a granola bar on the train back home, Blaine mused, "You were right. It was hard, but now I feel like I've already accomplished something today and it's not even noon yet."
Kurt rubbed at his sore belly. "The first class is always the hardest. It'll be easier now because we'll know what to expect, and the more we go the stronger we'll get and closer to our goals."
Blaine made a face. "Your body's already perfect."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're biased. I bet half our stage combat class could bench press more than me."
"You're starting to sound like Sam. I never thought you'd be a fitness guru."
"Ha. All I did was start doing Sweatin to the Oldies and eating more lean protein, you'll get back to where you want to be soon enough." Kurt dismissed.
Blaine ate the turkey sandwich Kurt had packed for him, not altogether convinced.
"Did you memorize your monologue for your classical theatre class yet?" Kurt asked, trying to put aside the issue of food.
Blaine sighed. "No. I've been avoiding thinking about it," he admitted.
Kurt shook his head. "It's not going to do itself," he scolded lightly.
"I know, I'll get to it—" Blaine started to defend.
Kurt interrupted him though. "When we get home, you're working on it. "
Now that Blaine didn't live with Kurt full time, he wanted to savor as much of their together time as possible—and working on homework didn't feel very sexy, particularly when it was homework for a class they didn't even share together.
"I'll have time tomorrow—" he started.
"No," Kurt stopped him. "You leave it to tomorrow and you know you'll be working on it late into the night. You've got time this afternoon, let's get it over with."
Blaine pouted, a little annoyed. I'm not a child, I can get my own homework done.
Kurt leaned into his fiancé, whispering low so the others on the train could not hear. "You have an issue, young man?" he asked.
Blaine pursed his lips. "No sir," he muttered, avoiding Kurt's gaze.
"You need to trust me. Putting it off all weekend isn't going to leave you feeling positive about yourself."
Blaine nodded, resigned but still looking away. He'd gone to the gym, had a healthy but bland lunch, and now he was going home to do homework. He was enjoying spending time with Kurt, of course, but this wasn't exactly what he'd envisioned it would look like back in the days before he had moved out to New York. Some romantic weekend.