AN: my first fanfic! I hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. :(
Dear Jeff,
Blergh. This is so IMPOSSIBLE to write. Whatever. I'm leaving tomorrow, so it's not like this'll matter anyway. Tomorrow, I move to LA, I start over again, and you forget all about me. That's why I'm able to write this, because soon, I'll just be another memory to you.
I'm just going to say it. Jeff H. Sterling, I am, absolutely, completely, madly in love with you. I mean, ever since I met you when we were five, you've been my best friend. 36 mafia and all that. But when everyone was drunk at Blaine's party, and we kissed, It felt... right.
I know you're dating Quinn, and that this will never happen. But I just want you to know, I love you. Everything about you. Your epic dance moves. Your amazing voice that I can't hear often enough. Your insane hair.
I'm going to leave for the airport now. I love you, agent 6. Please don't hate me for this.
Agent 3 Nicholas A. Duval.