Finn
When Quinn first told me she was worried about Rachel's health, I wasn't convinced Quinn was being rational. Rachel is healthy; her skin glows and she's never sick – and – she's gorgeous every day, without even trying.
Quinn said Rachel has been cutting down on the amount of food she eats, and again, I hate myself, more than I already do, for not noticing.
The only thing she can possibly be proud of that I've done for her, is that I took up karate so I could protect her.
And she doesn't even know because I wanted it to be a secret.
I've always liked the idea of protecting her, as strong as she is, but when Rachel and I got back together after New York, I knew this time, I wanted it to be forever.
Also, I always hated the flabs I had on my stomach. I'm nearly an adult, and it's really embarrassing already developing some sort of a beer belly.
And all the guys in Glee Club have abs and I'm pretty sure that includes Artie, Kurt and Rory. Even Mr Schue has abs. But I don't.
I never had the motivation to lose that extra weight, but now I do. Because I have Rachel.
And I need to be the best I can for Rachel, and get abs.
What if in the future she's super famous and still loves me because of her big, beautiful heart, but she's embarrassed by being with me? I don't want to be that guy. I want to be perfect.
I'm liking this arrangement because – I lose the extra weight, I found something I'm good at (turns out my long stiff arms are great at blocking punches) and the karate uniform can double as a Jedi costume, so I really have nothing to complain about.
Except – I eat a lot of crap.
If I want to lose the extra weight, mom needs to stop feeding me so much beef stew, and I need to start eating those brown, oval-shaped nuts for snacks, the ones Kurt eats, that starts with an 'al', but I can't remember right now.
Maybe I did notice, after all.
I don't mean to, but after Rachel leaves, I tell Kurt 'She wasn't hungry so she left the guacamole we made last night.' or some sort of update like that.
And every time I ask her if she's hungry, she shakes her head says 'Nah, not really.' And then I spend about five minutes trying to convince her to eat a biscuit, which sometimes she does.
It might be creepy, but I watch her a lot. I guess, being her boyfriend and all, I really should be allowed, right?
I noticed she eats her food in little bits. Like, um, what's the word again?
Portions!
She eats everything in portions.
Like, every time I make her a grilled avocado sandwich (total vegans can't eat cheese), she rips it in half and then in quarters and then finally eats it, or takes small bites, evenly until it's all gone, which is like after fifteen minutes. It usually takes me five minutes to eat two grilled cheese sandwiches.
And when she eats cake and stuff, she slices it in half, then again, and then eats.
It's really weird.
But what if it's not weird at all? What if it's just normal?
But then again, what if it isn't?