A/N: Yes, a brand new chapter, and there should be about one or two more to come, maybe even still this year, since they are already more than half written.
Meanwhile ...: I hope this chapter is what You guys hoped for.
And just in case - Have a great start into the new year!
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Chapter 2:
It takes Blaine a couple of days to get it all together. "I need to get this right."
Yes, Blaine has been talking to himself, a lot, lately.
"Now where is …, right, okay," taking a deep breath Blaine picks up the tape and scissors he had almost been sitting on and reinforces the edges of the box in front of him once more before picking up a pen and writing the New York address he has long memorized onto the package.
The trip to the post office twenty minutes later is the most nerve wrecking thing that Blaine can remember having done in a long time.
"Gosh, what if …, what if he does not accept it after all," Blaine murmurs to himself when he climbs back into his car. 'What if he still hates me?' Then Blaine remembers.
"Of course I still love you."
'He still loves me.' "You still love me."
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Kurt is surprised when the package Blaine had mentioned, one day, just sits there right in front of him, waiting for him on his bed.
"It came this morning, you were out, so …."
"It's fine, Rachel. Thank you."
"See you later, I need to get to the dance class from hell or I'll be late," Rachel quickly says her goodbye before rushing out the front door Kurt had only just come in through, literally a minute ago.
It is a deep sigh that fills the space two minutes later, Kurt feeling sure enough now Rachel won't make a mad dash back into their apartment, once again having forgotten something oh-so-essential. Yes, it has been known to happen since they moved in together, one or two dozen times, and that's the low estimate, well the kind one.
It is ridiculous.
Kurt slowly approaching the bed feels like he is … like that package might shatter from him just looking at it, splinter into thousands of pieces sharp and digging into his flesh - implode, or explode, he is still not sure; whatever it was his heart had done, '…when Blaine said he had ….'
And the fragile-stickers all over the package do not help either.
But somehow all this is the last thing Kurt wants to think about right now, 'This is supposed to be a new beginning,' he tells himself. 'Isn't it?'
Kurt cannot help wishing with all he has that whatever it is Blaine has sent him will make it possible. 'Something new, … for us, … together.'
It is the reason he had not opened that last one, that package Blaine had sent before, afraid he would find something in it that would make him stop, stop loving that '… bushy-haired idiot, who has given me so much,' Kurt now thinks with a fond smile, 'Prom, that was … special. Both times,' Kurt lets out a sigh.
It is only after making himself a cup of tea, and having changed into sweats and a t-shirt, his subconscious knows Blaine would approve of, that Kurt sits himself down cross-legged on his bed with a pair of scissors at hand.
"Stop beating like there is somewhere else than my chest for you to be, darn it," Kurt reprimands his heart. Yes, Kurt too has started talking to himself quite a bit since he and Blaine have broken up. Not as much as Blaine though.
Then again Blaine does not live with the one and only Rachel Berry, entertainer extraordinaire, in any, and every, sense of the word – and at any time of day or night too.
A final deep breath and Kurt, his tea mug set down now on his nightstand, carefully begins to cut open the tape, applied freely, he cannot help but notice, and the only thing still left between him and what he cannot help fear and hope for.
