Hey guys, I'm trying out a new kind of story at the moment. I had the weirdest dream involving P.S I Love You and it led me to doing a Klaine version. I hope you can forgive me for making a Blaine less Kurt!

Please Review as I'm not sure whether to continue this story or not! Any suggestions would also be gratefully received!

Thanks for reading

Disclaimer: I don't own glee

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Dearest Kurt,

I Love You. Never forget that.

I know this seems silly but it's hard to say it in words, I can't say it aloud, or talk it through. But on paper, it's so much easier to just let it out, everything I say sounds better. I'm sorry. And yes I know you'll be mad at me for apologising because it is not really my fault, but it feels that way. I just have to say it because I want you to know I never wanted it to be like this. I didn't want it to end like this. I wanted things to be different. I intended it to be different. I had so much planned, so much to do, so much I wanted to do with you. But that wasn't the way the universe intended it obviously. I may still be young but I do have regrets. Lots of them in fact. But they aren't important right now. I want you to know that you have given me so many good memories; so much love and I had the best fortune for finding you. I was lucky, I was blessed and I am ever so thankful to have had the small amount of time with you. You have been the light of my life, the love of my life and the best part of my life. You will always have my heart. So don't ever doubt yourself, or say I wish I had done more, been more, given him more Kurt Hummel, Because you gave me everything. You were my world.

I know you'll want to know when I wrote this because that's who you are. An inquisitive so and so, and I love you for it. I'm writing this just after I get back from telling you. I don't think my heart has ever broken as much as when I watched you break in front of my eyes just now. I don't want to leave you I really don't. I want to stay with you but I can't. It's just not possible. But I don't want you to ever hurt like that again, it was hard enough for me to watch and I hate that I've put you through all of this but you just wouldn't let go. If you'd have just let me break up with you in the first place and not asked questions… I would say it would have been easier but I guess it wouldn't have. I don't think I'd have got this far without you, without you by my side supporting me. No one should face this alone and I'm glad I had you.

I wanted to help, that's why I wrote this. I didn't want you to ever feel alone, or unwanted or unloved. I wanted you to know that I will still be there to guide you through this awful situation, and will be right there beside you when the letters stop. I am so sorry for leaving you, but at some point you will move on, you have to move on. And although that seems distant and way into the future, all I want is for you to be happy.

Just try and leave the apartment for a bit in the next couple of days. Just go for that walk we always do around central park or go to the coffee shop. Just get out and get some fresh air. Don't coop yourself up, you'll only do yourself harm and I couldn't live with myself if that happened. For me? Leave the apartment, go people watch like we always used to.

Until The next one

Have Courage

Forever and Always

Your Blaine

xxx

It arrived in the mail, 2 days after the funeral. At first Kurt was angry, who would play such a cruel practical joke on him, could they not see his pain? He had broken, lost the one person he had relied on, and loved more than he ever thought possible. But then he realised. It was just like Blaine to do this. It was all he had ever done for Kurt, look out for him. Even in the beginning of their friendship he was stepping in to help Kurt with the Karofsky problem, it was just in his nature. And then Kurt broke down. He could hear Blaine's voice, reading the letter to him, struggling with what to write, how to write it, what words to say, it was just like him to want everything to be perfect, just like his dance moves and his singing. He would practise and practise for hours, especially during West Side Story.

The letter was everything Kurt needed right then and yet everything that he didn't at the same time. But he was grateful. He loved Blaine and that would never change.

He picked up the phone and rang Rachel. She had been there for both of them and now was Kurt's leaning post since the funeral. She came straight over, and then they went out, just for a small walk around central park, and Kurt immediately felt better with Rachel linking arms with him he knew he still had a support system and that Blaine would never truly be gone. Now all he had to do was wait for the next letter.