I know that this is a really short chapter, it's just that my friend JoshuaAshita is going to be writing Blaine's letters, and I couldn't get him to do the chapter on this short notice. I know that many people will pass this story by because it's so short, but those of you who stick around will hopefully be pleased with the story. Thanks to everyone for reading! If you have suggestions/comments/criticism, please be sure to drop a review to let me know how to improve.

Thanks!

~redrosegal

Hello,

It's wonderful to get to finally write to you! I've been waiting for the email from the PFLAG group in Lima, and it just got here with your mailing address. They told us not to put out personal information until we knew each other a little better, but first and last names were included with the address. So, I'm Kurt Hummel. Hello! I live in Lima, Ohio as you know, and you live in Westerville. That's not far from me at all. It's so interesting how these things pan out, isn't it? I can assume that you know that I'm gay, and I'm going to take a wild guess and suppose that you are as well. If you're not, please take no offense. I'm being bullied at my school, and am now forced to transfer to a boarding school. Have you had a similar situation? Do you know how it feels?

Sorry for crying on your shoulder, metaphorically speaking, I'm just a wreck. I have to leave all of my friends because this Neanderthal threatened my life. So, I'm going to be attending a boarding school a few miles away from my house, and all my mail will be delivered there. That's the address I gave so you won't have to get another.

So, enough about me. Who are you? What do you like to do? What are your interests? Do you like to sing? Are you in a Glee Club? I am, so I know how it feels to be on the bottom of the social heap. So, I'm going to cut my letter off now, and let you talk about you when you get my letter and write back.

With Love from Kurt

As Kurt folded his letter and placed it in the envelope, sealing and stamping it, he walked outside breathing in the crisp spring autumn air. He almost put his letter in the mailbox, but once he saw that the mailman was heading his way, he just waited and gave the letter to the mailman, Richard.

"Hello Richard! I have a letter for you, and I'll take the mail. How's your daughter, Mallory?" Kurt spoke with a cheer that wasn't usually found in his voice, and talked with the mailman for a good 10 minutes before Richard had to be on his way.

"Have a nice day Kurt, and tell your father that I hope that he and Carole have a wonderful honeymoon when they get the money to." The man walked away with a smile and wave, hopped in his truck and drove off to the next street.

I wonder when I'll get his letter…