There was no way in the world this was going to end well. Not for Kurt, anyway. Why couldn't he just tell Blaine he was sick? She understood he might be worried how Blaine would take it, but the guy seemed so caring and understanding. He wouldn't judge Kurt for it at all, and at the end of the day, Kurt had been battling this since he was fifteen years old. It was part of him, and Blaine had to be able to understand and accept the good and the bad parts of who Kurt was.
Kurt was matching the pace of the guys eating by this point. In fact, he was overtaking Blaine, but it looked like Blaine was just taking this to mean Kurt was extensively enjoying the meal. But she could see all the signs. The calculated concentration, no doubt leading to Kurt justifying why he should stuff the food into his mouth... that would later lead to guilt, to self-loathing, to the desperation to get rid of it from his system. Right now, he was probably in the realm of working out just how much he could eat and what it would take to prevent it putting on any weight with the right prevention methods. Right now, he was probably hardly paying Blaine any attention because the eating disorder voices were all-encompassing of him when he was like this, and that hurt Quinn's heart, because Blaine was trying so damn hard for Kurt. For the first time in a long time, Quinn wanted to bitchslap Kurt herself, but she knew he couldn't help it, and that was the hard part. He needed therapy again and maybe even medication. It was hard to tell, but it was a rapid enough spiral and this time, he might throw his new relationship under the bus too. She couldn't let that happen.
She reached over and moved his water glass, pulling it closer to her so she could pour more into it. It would break his whole routine and she hoped it would break his attention from the food too. It could also tip him further over the edge, but desperate times and all that. "Kurt, Puck asked you something, darling."
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Kurt was matching the pace of the guys eating by this point. In fact, he was overtaking Blaine, but it looked like Blaine was just taking this to mean Kurt was extensively enjoying the meal. But she could see all the signs. The calculated concentration, no doubt leading to Kurt justifying why he should stuff the food into his mouth... that would later lead to guilt, to self-loathing, to the desperation to get rid of it from his system. Right now, he was probably in the realm of working out just how much he could eat and what it would take to prevent it putting on any weight with the right prevention methods. Right now, he was probably hardly paying Blaine any attention because the eating disorder voices were all-encompassing of him when he was like this, and that hurt Quinn's heart, because Blaine was trying so damn hard for Kurt. For the first time in a long time, Quinn wanted to bitchslap Kurt herself, but she knew he couldn't help it, and that was the hard part. He needed therapy again and maybe even medication. It was hard to tell, but it was a rapid enough spiral and this time, he might throw his new relationship under the bus too. She couldn't let that happen.
She reached over and moved his water glass, pulling it closer to her so she could pour more into it. It would break his whole routine and she hoped it would break his attention from the food too. It could also tip him further over the edge, but desperate times and all that. "Kurt, Puck asked you something, darling."