Tina watched as Marley tried to skip lunch again. It was the day of Sectionals, and Marley still wasn't eating. Tina had been pushing her to eat for over a day, but she wasn't. It was obvious that she had a problem, and truthfully, Tina couldn't believe that Blaine had had to point it out to her.

He had seen her for twenty minutes – maybe less – and knew something was wrong immediately. The New Directions were with Marley daily, and no one had noticed that anything was wrong.

"Marley!" Tina said, coming up behind her. "You can't skip lunch!"

"What?" she said, at once looking nervous. Tina was shocked by how meek she seemed. "I – I…"

"Marley, you have to eat. Why aren't you?"

"I just – I'm –" She looked down and crossed her arms over her stomach. Tina felt her mouth drop open as she realized why Marley wasn't eating.

She thought she was fat? Marley was so thin and beautiful. Now, however, Tina could see that she was too thin.

Tina grabbed her arm – holy shit, her hand nearly wrapped completely around Marley's upper arm – and led her into the hallway, away from the others.

"Hey! Hey, Tina! What are you doing?" Marley protested, hardly raising her voice. After all, she had a very good idea of what Tina was doing, and she didn't really want anyone to overhear.

Without preamble, as soon as they were away from the others, Tina spoke.

"You're not fat. You're beautiful. You have to eat."

"I – I," Marley stuttered, trying to respond without completely saying she disagreed with Tina.

"I know you can't see that, Marley," Tina said, a bit softer than before. "But I can, and so can everyone else… Except Kitty. But that's because Kitty's a jealous bitch."

"B – but my costume… for Grease. You saw that they didn't fit," she whispered, crossing her arms over her stomach again.

"They didn't fit because they were altered, Marley," Tina said seriously. She didn't know that for sure, but she needed to say that to help Marley.

And the thought had crossed her mind. Even though she had told Marley that it was 'stress bloating' she knew that it wouldn't have affected her that much. Besides, Tina wasn't even sure if stress bloating was a real thing.

"Why would they have been altered?" she whispered, looking down.

"Because Kitty was jealous. Think, Marley, other than Kitty, who has ever made fun of you for how you look?" Marley met Tina's eyes, and she saw that Marley was holding back tears.

Without waiting for Marley to answer, Tina continued.

"We all know you're beautiful, Marley. You're stunning, even Sue admitted it."

"Sue didn't say I was beautiful," Marley protested. "She said she couldn't think of something mean to say."

"Sue always has something mean to say," Tina said, rolling her eyes. "With you there is nothing mean you could say. Look at me: Sue's called me so many names… Hag-For-Life and Florence Nightmareingale are sticking out in my mind. There was nothing mean to say about you."

"I don't know…"

"Please, Marley," Tina said. "We have Sectionals today. You have a solo, and you need to be at your best. Starving yourself won't help."

"What if my costume doesn't fit, though," Marley said, so quietly that Tina could hardly hear it.

"Marley, I promise it will. No one will alter it this time. It will fit." Marley smiled at Tina, and Tina was glad to see that it was a genuine smile.

"Thank you, Tina," Marley said.

"Let's go have lunch," Tina said, returning Marley's smile. "After all, we have a competition today."

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Kurt took a deep breath as they exited the airport.

"Do you think Blaine –" he started. Rachel groaned loudly.

"No, he won't hate you. Yes, he'll want to see you. No, he won't be dating Sebastian or any other person."

"Sorry," Kurt said with a sheepish smile. "I'm just-"

"Worried," Rachel interrupted. "Yeah, I've only heard that fifty times today. Honestly, and people call me annoying!"

"Come on, Rachel," Kurt spat angrily. "We have to go quickly."

"What time is it?" Rachel asked

"Too late," Kurt replied over his shoulder. "We might have to go straight to McKinley for Sectionals."

"But – but," Rachel protested. "I need to change! My clothes look terrible from the flight, and my hair must look so bad!"

"Rachel," Kurt said impatiently. "You have a portable house in your suitcase. Get ready in the car. We have a bit of a drive there."

"Fine," Rachel huffed, rolling her eyes and getting into the car.

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Blaine swallowed, slightly nervous, as they stood backstage. Today was it. Sectionals.

This was what they had been working so hard for.

Today was the day that they had to beat New Directions. Blaine couldn't help but wonder that, if he beat them, would they hate him?

He shook his head immediately as the thought crossed his mind.

That was the last thing he needed to be thinking about now.

"So, Blaine, you ready for today?" Sebastian said, coming up behind him and standing a bit too close for Blaine to be comfortable. Discreetly taking a small step back, Blaine nodded.

"Of course. We've all worked hard to get here."

"Some harder than others," Sebastian said, looking at him carefully. Blaine only nodded, looking away. He really didn't want to deal with Sebastian right now.

"You know, Blaine. I care about you quite a bit." Blaine's eyes snapped back to Sebastian. While he expected all of the dumb pickup lines and innuendos, he wasn't expecting Sebastian to come straight out and say that.

"I – I," Blaine stuttered. "I'm sorry Sebastian but-"

"But you're an asshole," a voice snapped. Blaine whipped around and saw David standing there. He was clearly angry.

"Honestly, Sebastian, you've been trying to 'get' Blaine for too long. He's not interested. Give it up already."

By this point, all of the Warblers were staring at David, open-mouthed.

"What?" he snapped, seeing them staring. "Everyone knows it. Sebastian, stop flirting. It bothers Blaine, and it's not going to get you anywhere."

"And how do you know that?" Sebastian said, remarkably not bothered by David's words. He set his hand on Blaine's arm. Blaine flinched as it touched him, and he shrugged it off.

"You're a terrible person, Sebastian!" David seethed. "You say that you've turned over a new leaf, but you can't change who you are like that. You can't change how you act, and you sure as hell can't change what you think!"

"You're wrong," Sebastian said surely.

"No, he's right," Blaine said. "I'm sorry, Sebastian, but I'm not interested." Sebastian looked at him for a moment, as if trying to decide if he was lying. Blaine held his gaze, hoping that finally, Sebastian would catch a hint.

Or, actually, it was much more than a hint.

"Sorry, killer," Sebastian said. "But I'm not finished with you yet." Blaine rolled his eyes.

"You should be. I don't like you, Sebastian, and I don't like your methods. Yeah, you're better this year, but in the end, I'm not into one night stands."

"Who said it would only be one night, killer?" Sebastian said. Blaine opened his mouth to reply, but Trent interrupted him.

"Uh, guys? We're going on in a minute." Just then, they heard Hunter's voice.

"I'm Hunter Clarington, and we're the Dalton Academy Warblers. I hope you enjoy the show."

With that, the first song started. Blaine once again fell into the choreography easily. He knew Trent and David were doing great, too. After all, they had practiced so hard.

It had to be perfect.

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Kurt watched as the Warblers started.

"Oh my god," he breathed.

"That's insane," Rachel agreed. They were doing crazy good choreography. Kurt looked at Blaine. He looked so… tiny next to the other Warblers.

"He looks so small," Kurt breathed.

"That's not good," Rachel commented with a grimace.

"Yeah, it is," Kurt disagreed. "Because that means that he isn't taking the steroids. He didn't do them."

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The New Directions watched as the Warblers finished the first song.

"Oh my god," Tina whispered to Sam. "I can't believe they sang about blowjobs."

"I know," Sam whispered with a quiet laugh. "And Blaine wouldn't do a body roll last year."

"They grow up so fast," Tina said pretending to sniffle.

"Blaine does look a bit sloppy up there compared to the others."

"Yeah, I know," Tina answered. "They look really good. How will we even have a chance?"

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Blaine continued singing, smiling now as he took the lead. It was going perfectly. Just as they had practiced.

He knew that he, Trent, and David could do it. Still, though, he couldn't help but feel nervous as they came to David's big moment.

Blaine knew he could land it, though. He had done it quite a bit in practice.

Blaine didn't even glance behind him. He knew that David could do it, and he didn't need to see it be done. Instead, he just focused on the song…

As one, the crowd stopped cheering (Blaine had never heard the audience at Sectionals so loud) and gasped. Blaine turned, still singing, not allowing himself to falter.

To his horror, David was on the ground, clutching at his ankle.

He had fallen.

And he had gotten hurt.

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Hey, guys! I hope you like this chapter! David fell! Oh no! What will happen?

And what will happen with Marley?

Tell me what you think! Please review!

Thanks to all my old reviewers! Especially Dr. Pepper87 for the idea of David calling Seb an asshole!

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