Today's prompt: PS I Love You

Kurt bolted through the airport, a letter crumpling slowly in his clenched fist.

"Taxi! I need to get to McKinley High," he said, hurling himself into the first free car. He slammed the door on the family who was complaining loudly on the curb before continuing, "As fast as you can!"

The driver took off at a respectable speed as Kurt unfolded the letter, rereading it to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

I know there's really no reason for you to come back to Ohio once you leave - your dad's in DC now, and all your other friends are either going to NY with you or heading off to their own colleges. I'll still be here, though, and, well...I'll miss you.

You're my best friend, Kurt, but you're more than that - you always know when I need cheering up, and how to keep me from getting too cocky, and make me feel right whenever I'm with you - like I've found my perfect match. I know we've promised to keep in touch, but I still can't help but believe that once you meet all those New York guys, you'll forget all about me - and maybe that's for the best. You deserve the best possible boyfriend, Kurt.

Have fun at school, and remember that I'm always on your side.

Yours,
Blaine

P.S. - I love you. God, how did I almost forget to tell you? I love you, Kurt - in every sense of the word.

The taxi screeched to a halt outside the main doors, and Kurt threw a couple bills at the driver before bolting out of the car and toward the courtyard, where Blaine always ate his lunch.

"Where is he, where is - BLAINE!" Kurt yelled, making Blaine jump and jostle his lunch tray.

"Kurt?"

"Did you mean it?" Kurt asked desperately.

"Mean - the letter? You read it already?" Blaine asked, comprehension dawning. "I told you to save it for the plane!"

"My flight was delayed, so I pulled it out for something to do. You can't just spring your feelings on me like that, Blaine!" Kurt said. "Not without giving me the room to reciprocate!"

"Reciprocate?" Blaine's eyes widened.

"I love you too, you idiot! How could you possibly think otherwise?"

"You never said-"

"Well, neither did you!"

"We're a mess," Blaine giggled wetly.

"We as in we?" Kurt asked hopefully. "I mean, I still have to go off to school, but there's room in the loft Rachel and I are renting for a weekend visitor - well, as long as he shares my bed, at least."

"You really want that?" Blaine asked, awed.

"Of course I do."

"Then yes, we're a we," Blaine said, beaming. He started saying something else, but Kurt wrapped his arms around his shoulders and cut him off with a long-awaited kiss.

Kurt had to buy another plane ticket, but he wasn't mad - the fact that Blaine had to buy one for a few weeks later more than made up for it.