Dear Mr Schue,
I am writing this letter to tell you how I feel about you. Finally.
Over the past few months of Glee club, you've always believed in me, endlessly, even if I couldn't see the way myself. You think I'm a star all the time, not just when I'm on stage. I guess that's where the attraction came from... you believing in me. You saw what nobody else ever did, even though I knew it was there. You saw the talent in me.
Things have been difficult lately, what with everyone's conflicts in Glee, but as always, you're there for me if I need you, with a hug and some good advice.
I felt some chemistry in the hugs, Mr Schue, and I don't know if you feel the same, but my head's a mess, and I kind of just wanted to tell you. I keep noticing how you look at me sometimes when you sing, and you're always telling me i'm the best around. That has to mean something, right?
I know I have other people vying for my affections, but I can't seem to get my mind off of you. I know nothing could ever come of this, what with you being married and I'm your student and all, it'd just be... nice.
This is probably way out of line, and I'll understand if I don't get a letter back, but I just needed to let it out. Please don't tell Miss Pillsbury.
Every time you hug me, I want to grab you and kiss you so much. I want time to stop so I don't have to let you go. And it kills me every time when I eventually have to.
I'm sorry, Mr Schue.
Finn.