I don't even know what brought this on...

I just know that one day I was messing around on the page and I felt like... Like making people cry.

And then I did.

Santana avoided eye contact as she handed Blaine the letter.

"You should read this. He forgot that in a rush to make the flight. I assume it's important. " she said simply.

Blaine Warbler (I still call you that in my head, you'll always be my beautiful Warbler)

I'm writing this just in case I don't sum up the courage to tell you this in person.
I lost some of that when I lost you.
Well, I lost most of that.

For a long time I was angry at you.
I was angry at me.
At us.
For letting ourselves lose what we had.

You're not just Blaine Anderson, former Warbler, Tony in McKinley High's West Side Story.
You're not just a beautiful boy with a beautiful voice.
You're the boy who looked at me as if I was the only person in the world.
FIRST person that made me felt like I was single most coveted treasure in the world.

You gave me courage to stand up for myself, you gave me strength to spread my wings and fly.
And somehow, I flew away from you.

You made a mistake, a huge one.
I don't think I can ever forget.
But I can forgive.
Truth is, I have, a long time ago.

I forgave both you and me.

I hate the lonely, broken boy that hurt me.

But I love Blaine, MY Blaine.
My Blaine who took me to coffee dates and slow danced with me at the prom.
My Blaine who let it slip, effortlessly that he loves me.

My Blaine who transferred schools for me, who took rock salt slushie to protect me.
My Blaine who promised to bake me cookies at least twice a year and to remind me how perfectly imperfect I am.

My dad called me yesterday.
He told you're always there for him.
Even when I'm not there you go out of your way to make things easier for me.
He told me he knows about what you did.

And he's not angry at you.
He's not even angry at me.
No one in this world loves me more than him and if he's not holding it against you..Well, that must mean I did something wrong.

And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I made you feel like you're not important to me.
My God, Blaine, of course you are.
You're everything.

Everything that ever was.
Everything that is.
And everything that will ever be.

You're my soulmate.
The love of my life.

And now I know.
Truth is, I have always known. Ever since that moment you told me you looked at me and realized you've been looking for me forever.

I don't wanna look anymore.
I know what I want.
I know what my heart is dying to have again.
Storm clouds might gather and stars may collide...But I do love you, Blaine.
UNTIL THE END OF TIME.

Wherever I go I look for someone like you.

For that spark in their eyes that remands me of you.
For a mop of curly dark hair with too much gel on it.
For a warm, toothy smile that makes me want to say "There's my goofy idiot"

But most of all, I miss the way you hold me.
When you spread your arm and invite me in, like you're welcoming me into your soul, not just your embrace.
In your arms I feel like my journey is over...Like I've some home after a along battle, and you make me forget whether I won or lost.

Will you let me come home, Blaine?
Will you welcome me like an old friend who wants to come home more than anything?
Who needs him home back?

Do I still have a home in your arms?

Forever yours,
Love,
Kurt

P.S. Do you still think I'm pretty without any make up on?

Flight 425 from NY never made it to Lima.

And then people boooooed at me.