This chapter contains bullying, weight issues, and body image issues. And remember that if anyone ever needs to talk, you can talk to me. You're never alone :)

BlairPOV-

''Are you sure you want that cookie?''

''I didn't think it was possible, but you've gotten chubbier.''

They're right. But they won't be for long.

It's been a month. We've won regionals, we're headed to nationals, I got into the voice program at NYADA, and I've kept up with my diet.

And it's still not nearly enough. I've only lost five pounds. I'm so gross, and my family and friends keep lying to me.

I can't be ''that chubby girl'' anymore. I want to be thinner, like Sugar.

My throat's on fire as I vomit into the toilet again, the last remains of my dinner coming up.

I'm gonna lose the weight. Besides, Lisa and her friends are right. They can't be jealous like Jordan. They're all gorgeous, so what would they have to be jealous of?

Dad and Kurt have been watching me so closely. Thank goodness Sugar didn't tell about the diet pills in my purse, convinced that I'd stopped taking them. She doesn't get it, and she probably never will.

Everytime I look at other people, I think they are beautiful. Even if they think no one else does, I do, because there's beauty in everyone.

Then I look into the mirror, and I can't find anything that I like. So I'm changing it. It's worth it. It's so worth it.

Then I won't torture myself for the way I look. No one, especially not myself, can call me chubby. And I'll finally feel the way I should about myself.

Although I will say feeling like this is hell. I wouldn't wish this on anyone. I'm so insecure that it hurts.

But no more.

Kurt and dad have been watching me even more closely than they did when I was pregnant. And Ryder made sure to ask me, multiple times, if I'm sure I am okay. As much as I hate lying to dad, Ryder, and Kurt, I have to do this. I can't tell anyone, not even Sugar and Courtney.

Because they just wouldn't understand.

RoryPOV-

''What did I tell you about calling my parents that,'' I snap, and Lewis, who has been taunting me for months, laughs.

''It's disgusting,'' he scowls ,''Your dads are-''

''Don't say it, damn it,'' I yell, and a crowd of students stop to stare at us.

''Right,'' he sneers, then pushes me into a row of lockers.

There's a flash of blonde hair before he's walking away.

The force of the being pushed into the lockers has knocked the breath out of me, so now there's a crowd of kids standing there. Just watching me gasp.

''Move on, there's nothing to see,'' I look up and see Sugar and Courtney.

''You okay,'' Blair asks, helping me up as Sugar and Courtney make the crowd leave.

''I'm fine. Thanks,'' I take my books from her ,''I just don't get why people have a problem with our parents.''

''People bully for all sorts of reasons. Sometimes, there isn't even a reason,'' she explains, ''You can't just let them get to you.''

''I wish you'd take your own advice,'' I tell her.

''We're not talking about that. We're talking about this being the third fight. I love dad and Kurt, and I don't get why people treat them any differently, either. But there has to be a better way,'' she reminds me ,''And you know dad and Kurt don't want you getting in anymore fights.''

''You can't tell them,'' I beg and she nods.

''This time, I won't. Next time I have to,'' she sighs.

''I understand,'' I thank her, then Sugar and Courtney ,''Let's just get to class.''

I don't expect everyone to agree with my dad and Blaine being married. But they're my parents. I don't know where I'd be without the two of them. So hearing people say that word….

Glee club was, and is, so accepting. We've had people from s o many races, religions, sexual orientations… and we all accepted each other for it. No matter what.

I know I can't change the world. But glee club was a start.

And for the first time, I think I know what I want to do with my life.

BPOV-

There's no such thing as the perfect parent. Seven years of raising Blair, three years of raising Rory, and one year of raising Grace have taught me that. And I've accepted it.

But that doesn't mean it makes it any harder.

I know something is going on with Blair, I just don't know what. Her weight hasn't changed to my knowledge, and I know she's been eating. I'd hate to jump to conclusions, in case this really is just a diet.

Rory is more open than she is. He told us about the fight today, but that he knows how he can handle it now.

And Grace… well, it's a huge step if she just stops throwing her cereal from her seat now.

''There you go,'' I slide her pajama shirt on her ,''All ready for bed?''

Kurt is away promoting his prom dress line at different stores, so it's just me and the kids. Blair and Rory have been so helpful, and Dani stays with Grace during the day.

If I have to go through this crazy life with anyone, I'm glad it's then.

''Grace,'' I stand her on the bed, kneeling in front of her ,''Do you think I'm a good dad?''

She tilts her head to the side as if she really understands.

''So is that a no? I'm trying, really. I just… I don't always know what I'm doing, but I love you three so, so much. Kurt and I are doing our best.''

She presses her lips to my forehead, something she's done to Kurt millions of times. She always presses sloppy kisses to his cheek, and it's the most adorable thing ever.

And, I think that's her own way of saying 'I love you.'.

''I love you, too,'' I pick my gorgeous daughter up ,''But if you think that's gonna make me extend your bed time, you're wrong. It's after nine, and daddy would be mad if he knew you were up this late.''

She stares up with green hazel eyes, Blair's eyes, and I cave.

Grace is only one year old, and she has me wrapped around her finger already.

''Fine. You can sleep and my and daddy's bed. Just don't tell him,'' I slide her under the blankets, her tiny head resting on the pillow.

''Night,'' I kiss her forehead, ''I love you.''

I'll probably wake up with her foot in my face, to her crying, or to grumpy toddler she is when she first wakes up.

But I don't care, because I love her more than I love my own life.

It's hard to believe Mrs. Lynn originally wanted Blair to end the pregnancy. For her, that just wasn't the right choice. And I'm glad it wasn't because Grace… I love having her around.

Even if she and Ryder had kept Grace, Kurt and I might have ended up raising her anyway. We wanted Blair and Ryder to graduate on time for their respective years.

The point is, I don't regret adopting her, or Blair. And I don't regret treating Rory like my son, because he is. I may not be the best dad. I have made mistakes, and I will make more.

But I am trying. I spend time with Rory and Grace and Blair. When Rory needs to talk, if he doesn't want to tell his dad, he can come to me. Of course I don't always understand what's going on with Blair, but she knows she can always talk to me. And I will keep an eye on her.

Being a dad is hard, not nearly as easy as I thought it would be. And there are moments when I just have no idea what to do. But being a dad is one of the most rewarding experiences I have ever gone through.

I would definitely keep everything the same.

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