A/N: Hello gracious readers I wrote this simply to fulfill my need for some sort of interaction between kurt and him mom.I hope you like it and feel free to share your thoughts
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Katie
Hey mom. I'm sorry I haven't visited in a while. I've been busy taking care of daddy. He's doing well or at least a lot better. They have him on this cocktail of pills but the doctors seem to think he'll be good as new in a few months. He has to eat healthier though and exercise more. He was joking around the other day that he's finally going to lose all the weight he put on after you guys got married. It's too bad you won't be able to see him like that again, back in his old glory football days. He claimed that he used to have a six pack but I'm not sure I believe him. Then again, you were gorgeous so he might have needed it in order to win you over. I know you always loved him though, even when he got the beer gut and started losing his hair.
I, uh, I met a boy, mom. Wow, I started to think I'd never be able to tell you that and maybe I still can't because he's just a friend right now but I don't know mom, he's special. He, um, he helped me through some stuff this week. I don't really want to get into it because I don't want to start crying on you…again and it's done now and I'll be ok. I'm not sure I would have made it through this without him though, mom. He just gets it, you know? He understands how alone and helpless I feel. He understands how much it hurts to not be able to change everyone's hate and judgements and how ashamed I feel when I break down at night because I let them get to me. He's just, he's like me, mom and I know it may be stupid that it means this much to me but it just feels like there is finally someone I don't have to hide from.
We're different in a lot of ways too. He's kinda just one of the guys. He likes football and videogames and eating junk food. It shocked me when I found all that out. He was so wise and kind and sweet and caring and yet he can be just as goofy and immature as every other teenage boy. I think I love that about him or in the least, it interests me.
There's a lot I love about him…all in the plutonic sense of course. I love the way he held my hand. Not a minute after we met, without any hesitation, he just grabbed it and held on as he led me down the hall way. He's the first boy to ever hold my hand, mom, the first boy who didn't avoid me like the plague. I loved how he sang to me. He wasn't embarrassed to flirt with me in front of all of his friends. I suppose he was being a good performer, playing to the audience and all, but it still gave me butterflies. I love that he doesn't back away from the hard stuff. He asks me what's wrong if he sees something off. He doesn't just ignore it like everyone else. I love that he's so confident and proud. It's like he's figured this whole crazy mess out and now he can just be happy. It gives me hope that I can figure it out too. I love his eyes. I know that probably sounds a little more than plutonic but it's hard not to love them. They're big and brown but almost a golden colour and they're so expressive. I swear I can see into his soul through them; they're just so bright and honest and warm. They're intense too. He holds my gaze when we talk and you can just tell that he's really interested and actually listening and absorbing what I say. I've never met anyone like him, mom.
I know you'd like him. He's very handsome in a classical way and he oozes southern gentleman. He's from Ohio too though I'm afraid so no drawl but I suppose I can't have everything. His name kinda sounds like that too, you know, like he comes from old southern money. Blaine Anderson. It suits him, a little high class with a touch of boyish charm.
I haven't told daddy about him yet. I don't really know why. It just seems like too much. I don't really want to tell anyone about Blaine because I know there will be questions and I don't really want to be analysed by anyone at the moment. And then of course if he decides that he doesn't want to be my friend anymore there will be more questions and I'm not sure I could handle that. I had to tell you though. I remember you telling me right before you died that I needed to be brave and wait for my prince to come. At the time I obviously didn't get it but ever since I figured it out I've held onto those words. I'm so relieved that you knew and loved me anyway. I don't think I would have made it this far if I had to wonder what you would have thought of me. That's why I had to tell you, because you're always the first to know. And I know Blaine may never be my prince but he's proven to me that they really do exist and that'll keep me going for a while.