Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor do I completely own Nick and Jeff (although I'm pretty much creating their personalities myself since we haven't gotten to know them too well on the show).

A/n: So I've been watching "Obsessed" lately, and it inspired this to some degree. This chapter might be triggering to some people, as it deals with an eating disorder. PLEASE do not continue to read this chapter if you think it might be a trigger for you; I don't want anyone to start hurting themselves because of what I've written.

Mirror

"What do you see when you look in the mirror?" Nick looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"When you look at yourself in the mirror, what do you see? Physically, I mean." Nick shrugged, not wanting to answer Jeff's question. He didn't want to think about that. "Nick, that isn't an answer."

"Why are you asking?" Nick tried to avoid looking at his roommate, pretending like he was really invested in something on his computer. Somehow, Nick knew this would end up turning into an argument about food and eating.

"Because I'm trying to understand what you're doing to yourself."

"I don't know what you mean," Nick replied. He wasn't in the mood to have this argument again. It seemed as though every time they were alone together, somehow the conversation turned to whether or not Nick had eaten or whether or not Nick knew what he was doing to himself.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Of course I have, Jeff. You saw me eat breakfast." Nick didn't even bother turning around as he said it.

"Have you eaten anything other than that banana? Did you have lunch? Dinner?" Nick could feel his hands clenching as Jeff kept pushing. He didn't want to talk about it, so he just didn't answer the question.

Nick was surprised when he felt Jeff walk up behind him, hands gently pulling him to his feet and lips pressed against his own as Jeff lead him across the room, to the full-length mirror on the back of their door. Nick pulled away, closing his eyes as the other boy tried to turn him towards the mirror. "Please don't do this… please don't make me look."

"Why, Nick? What are you afraid to see?"

"That I'm fat… that I'm hideous and you'll stop loving me. That my parents will stop loving me if I'm not perfect." Nick whimpered as he felt Jeff kiss the side of his neck from behind, Jeff's hands slowly moving to undo the buttons on Nick's shirt.

"Open your eyes, Nicky."

"I can't…" Nick whispered.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to see how fat I am… how ugly I've become. I can't see that…"

"You won't see that."

"I do every time I look in the mirror." Nick reached up, stopping Jeff's hands as they moved down the buttons.

"But you shouldn't see that… you're not…" Jeff began. "Have you been on a scale? Have you actually seen a number, telling you how much you really weigh?"

"Scales lie."

"Open your eyes, Nick. Please." Nick took a deep breath, trying his best to stare into the mirror at his face, not his body. "What is it you see? What do you think is wrong with this… why does this bother you?"

"Jeff…"

"I just want to understand, Nick. I can't help you if you don't tell me what it is you think is wrong with what you see," Jeff replied.

"I don't need help…"

"You don't see what you're doing to yourself." Nick felt Jeff slowly starting to pull off his button-down shirt. "I've never seen you so thin… you're at least fifteen pounds under what you were before you got hurt, when you were playing football."

"There's nothing wrong with that… I just lost some baby fat."

"You don't have any fat left on your body… there wasn't much there to begin with, and now you're losing muscle mass. And I'm terrified that you're going to do something to really hurt yourself and I'm going to lose you…"

"You won't…" Nick began.

"If you don't start eating, I will."

"I am eating."

"Not enough to survive," Jeff replied. "Please just look at yourself. Look in the mirror and tell me what you see, so I can figure out how to help you." Nick looked at Jeff's face in the mirror, seeing the tears in the boy's eyes.

"I see you crying. That I'm upsetting you."

"I just want you to be okay. I want my boyfriend back."