This story goes along with my other story Letters To You; Chapter 1.

Rather then just showing the letters, this story takes you into the lives of Kurt and Blaine as they write their unseen letters to each other.

This story is going to be for 'I Say Noo To Status Quo' They have followed my story Letters To You from the beginning and even went and checked out my first story You Give Me The Wings To Fly. I am very, very grateful and appreciate it so much. So in return I give you a story to go with the letters I've written. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

This in no way relates to my original story You Give Me The Wings To Fly.


Letters to You: The Story

Blaine; 22 of December 2010.

It was dark outside and Blaine was lying on his bedroom floor next to his guitar. He'd been there all day, he'd practically shut himself in his room since he arrived home for Christmas break. The high and mighty important politicians he lived with, loosely known as his parents, were evil people. They disagreed with who He was and only allowed him home for Christmas because they needed to look good for the paparazzi! They needed to give off the right image so they would get the votes they needed to win, a campaign? Or something? He wasn't sure, he paid very little attention to the life of his parents. It was ludicrous! He hated his parents for all that they were worth. And Blaine wasn't someone who got angry or hated many people, it was rare to hear him speak bad of anyone, let alone say he hated someone as close as his parents.

Blaine was lying on the floor, legs crossed as he had a notepad in front of him. To take his mind off of his disastrous parents he'd decided to write a new song. He wanted the song to express his true feelings but he just couldn't find the words to explain how he felt. It was stressing him out because he'd never really had an issue when it came to song writing, but this song was as if it didn't want to be written.

When he pulled himself out of his thoughts he heard the sound of his stereo playing Teenage Dream, the song had been on repeat for hours and a huge smile appeared across his face. He had always thought of it as his and Kurt's song. It was the song that started the wonderful tale which is their friendship. He let out a sigh over the word friend. He wanted to be more then that, so much more then that.

He hasn't seen Kurt in over three days and the separation was killing him. He missed his best friend, so much. He couldn't believe how much he had come to depend on Kurt.

Blaine had always thought of Kurt as his best friend, his closest friend. It wasn't until a few days ago when he realised that he missed his friend more then he should, considering he was only his friend. It was then that the feelings he had been having for his friend all came crashing down on him, weighing him down until he was forced to deal with what it all meant. It was then he understood.

He realised at that moment that his feelings were more then just platonic. It was then that he realised, he was in love with his best friend. His best friend. Kurt. Ever since his first day back at home he'd been trying to deal with this new revelation, but he was missing Kurt more and more. Ever since then something had been on his mind, there had been a moment when he wasn't exactly honest with Kurt and over the past few days he'd been feeling extremely guilty about not telling him. He didn't feel bad for doing it, he just felt bad for hiding it from him. It was then he understood why he did it, his original intentions were to just spend more time with his best friend, but obviously his subconscious was doing it for other reasons. How could he have not seen he was in love with his best friend! He growled to himself as he put his head in his hands, re living the memory.

He'd spoken to Kurt every night on the phone since the Christmas break had started and they would text every hour of every day, but every time they speak Blaine just wants to tell him the truth. It's nothing bad but he always chickens out, too afraid of how Kurt will take it. What if Kurt hates him for lying and will never talk to him again? What if he would lose his best friend forever? He didn't to risk losing his best friend, but surely not telling him was risking their friendship too? He let out a huge frustrated sigh and ran his hand through his hair. He couldn't tell Kurt how he was feeling and how sorry he was for lying to his face, so why couldn't he write it down? He wasn't getting anywhere with his song so why not write a letter. He picked up his pen, removed the lid and started writing his letter to Kurt.

It was a brief letter, but he told Kurt everything. He wrote down how he was feeling. He apologised and told him the truth, he came clean and he felt so much better! He read back over the letter and smiled to himself, he was happy with what he had written. He tore the piece of paper out of the notepad and folded it up neatly before putting it down and taking a sip of his coffee. All he needed now was an envelope, he had one in his desk but he didn't really want to move right now. He turned himself over so he was lying on his back, singing along to Teenage Dream as he just stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom and thought about Kurt.

Writing the letter really made him think about Kurt and everything he's done for him. How beautiful he was with his ever changing colour eyes. He loved how you could see his soul through his eyes and how they changed colour depending on what mood he was in. He loved how his hair was always perfect and, although he'd only seen Kurt in his normal clothes a few times before he arrived at Dalton, he loved his unique fashion sense and his laugh. Everything about Kurt was beautiful. He was the kindest person Blaine has ever met, he is so sincere and so kind hearted. Kurt was everything that he'd ever been looking for.

He let out a sad and frustrated sigh as he knew he didn't have the guts or the right to say or feel those things for Kurt. Kurt was his friend. He needed Blaine to be there for him as a friend. To help him adjust at Dalton, to help him keep up with the crazy curriculum at Dalton and to help him deal with all of his issues that aroused because of his bullying times at McKinley. He was Kurt's mentor and friend. Not boyfriend and lover. Even if he wanted that, he couldn't allow himself to take advantage of a vulnerable Kurt. Kurt didn't need any more drama in his life right now. Plus, Blaine wanted what would happen with him and Kurt to be real not something that happened as a result of a series of unfortunate events.

He was in love his best friend.

Blaine grabbed the folded letter and made his way over to his desk, grabbing an envelope from the drawer. He inserted the letter in extremely carefully as if the slightest crease would take away the importance of the letter. Blaine was leaning against his desk turning the envelope around in his hands, he was looking at it with so much love and passion. He sat himself in his chair, grabbed a pen and wrote down Kurt's address in his neat and tidy hand writing, drawing the smallest of hearts underneath his name. He turned it over and slowly licked the envelope as not to cut his tongue, but instead of getting the letter ready to post he gave the envelope a small kiss before bending down to his bottom draw and slowly and carefully placing it inside with everything else that was important to him.

The draw wasn't easily seen, it was only a small little draw that was at the bottom of his desk. He kept everything that he treasured in there, he had a few pictures of his friends from his old school, pictures of The Dalton Warblers. He had receipts and tickets from places he'd been and shows he'd seen. He also had in there a little box that had torn up and folded pieces of paper in it, each one of them was a note that had been passed between him and Kurt throughout their classes together at Dalton. And now, he moved all the other bits to the back of the draw so he could lay the letter flat on the bottom of his Maple Desk Draw. He looked at the letter for a moment before he carefully closed the draw and sat back in his chair with a sad smile on his face.

He knew he should send the letter, it wouldn't get him anywhere if he didn't, but he didn't want to ruin what they had so instead, for now, he'd keep it safe. Maybe one day he would give the letter to him, maybe one day he would read it. But who knows?

Blaine went and grabbed his phone from the floor, he probably had a text from Kurt and he wanted to say goodnight before he decided to go to bed. He had one from Kurt and a message from Wes.

'Blainey Boy? How are you? How's the revelation about being in love with your best friend coming along? Have you accepted it yet or are you still in denial? ;D'

His eyes narrowed as he stared at his screen, Wes was one of his closet friends that originated at Dalton, alongside David and Thad. All three of them were on the Warblers Council and were his closest friends before Kurt entered his life. He used to tell him everything, but since Kurt had been there he only told Wes snippets here and there. But now, he couldn't turn to the person he wanted to so he turned to someone he could trust. Wes. And boy didn't he regret it? Wes had been taking the Mick out of himself since he had told him; 'Just man up and tell him!' 'I can't believe we knew you liked him before you knew you liked him!' it was constant and it was starting to annoy him. Don't get him wrong, he loved Wes, and all of them like brothers. But they always went for the funny side of things, they found joy in winding Blaine up, and it was worse because Blaine just took most of it without saying a word, but when it came to him and Kurt, he didn't think twice about biting back.

'Wes. I haven't had any issues coming to terms with the way I feel for Kurt! So I don't know what you are on about. I am not in denial. And don't call me Blainey boy! Even in text it's annoying.'

The next one was from the person who meant the most to him in the world.

'Haha Blaine, that's absolutely hilarious. I can not control my laughter. -_-'

Blaine had to hold in his laughter, he didn't want to disturb his parents; he wasn't interested in seeing them today, so it was best to stay quiet. He couldn't help but laugh as he read the text and at how he heard Kurt say it in his sarcastic witty town in his mind. He could just picture the look in his eyes and the sneaky smile on his face. They had been having a conversation about Alexander McQueens new fashion line and Blaine had said Kurt wouldn't look good in them because he was too tall. (It was after Kurt had made a joke about Blaine's height.)

Instead of replying by text he rang him instead. They had yet to talk today, plus he just really wanted to hear his sweet voice.

The two were on the phone for hours, Blaine had gotten himself changed while still talking to Kurt on the phone, it was a skill he had mastered in the last 3 days, and climbed himself to bed. They talked about their days, Blaine trying not to sound sad or annoyed as he spoke about his day and his parents. Kurt spoke about meeting Rachel and going out with Brittany and Santana. He bitched about Mercedes being so harsh and cold to him and got emotional when he couldn't understand what he'd done. The moment Blaine heard Kurt's voice break with the tears he was about to shed, he had the urge to throw himself in his car and just drive down to Lima, just to be there for him. But he shouldn't, so instead he just listened and did what he could to comfort Kurt from where he was. Eventually he heard Kurt laugh and Blaine was all smiles again as he listened to him talk about nothing in particular. At about quarter past twelve they both fell asleep just listening to the others soft and gentle breathing.

It was just as well Blaine's parents paid for his contract because the phone didn't get disconnected until half past eleven the next morning. Blaine was woken up at half nine the next morning by the sound of Kurt's voice on the other end of the phone, pulling him out of his sleep. After Kurt was done laughing at a sleepy Blaine, who took about twenty five minutes before he woke up properly and could hold and understand a decent, coherent conversation. The two talked about plans for the day before Kurt was called to help his Dad down at the garage and the two sad goodbye until the phone call they would have that evening.

Once Kurt had gone, Blaine dropped his phone, closed his eyes and pulled the duvet back over his face. (Those of you who knew him would know how out of character this was.) He just wanted to sleep the entire two weeks away. He hated spending time at home.

He wanted to be with Kurt.


I hope this lived up to your expectations? I know it's not perfect but hopefully the chapters will get better as I continue to write this story.. :)

Kaylee x