AN: Ok so I finally got this up at 11:00 Saturday night. I hope you like it and yes there will be more. if you haven't read the first chapter I suggest reading it now ;)

Disclaimer: guys guess what I bought Glee! Now if that were true it would be off until April -.-

Title: Wake Me up when September Comes (chapter two)

April,30,2017

Oh god I miss you Kurt.

Your all I think about anymore.

I think every one in this division knows enough about you that they could discribe you almost exactally without ever having met you.

I'm sorry, that must freak you out, forgive me? I was lonely (puppy dog eyes).

Only five more months.

Yes I know that's a long time but when you had six to begin with, one went this fast, and your absolutley despirate to see your baby, five months isn't so bad.

I know that doesn't change anything.

I wish I could change the fact that I have to be here, I'd give anything to be in your arms right now.

I'm sorry, I'm not helping am I?

I'll change the subject.

Seeing as I get to pick the subject (raises eyebrows) I pick (spontanious pause for suspense) I know I must be boring you so I pick that time we went out for icecream. You and I shared a cone, our tounges creating patterns in the icy flavoring. we visited the park later and you pushed me on the swings.

I wish I could go back there right now; that's my new favorite place.

No scratch that your arms are my favorite place so that day is my new "deserted island", the place I think of when I miss you; it's my happy place. (Hums appreciatively).

Good thoughs to leave you with,no?

I love you more than anything in the world; more than the air that I breath.

Holding my breath for you,

Blaine

May,8,2017

Baby, baby, baby oh! Baby, baby, no! And I was like...

SOMEBODY SHOOT ME!

That song has been stuck in my head for three days straight.

I can't get it out of my head.

My new "roomie" has that on repeat all night long.

I've asked him politely to turn it off several times but he won't do it.

I'm going to pull my hair out or rather rip my ears off!

That song should be a crime in all 50 states!

I mean who let that boy in that recording studio or even in that building or a hundred yards within human contact or sound radius!

So now that you've heard my insanely accurate hate for Justin Bieber and what else is keeping me up at night I'm going to remind you how much I love you and that your the only reason I'm still alive.

I know that sounds cliche but I mean it, you literally saved my life yesturday.

See even from millions of miles away your still my gardian angel (looks on in awe).

I was sleeping last night and in the middle of a good dream I was shaken awake by something. Then I heard your voice. You said, "Blaine I need you to get out; your not safe here, go get a drink of water."

And as insane as that sounded, I followed your instructions.

Call me crazy but as I was takening my last sip of water, prepaired to head back to the tent when the whole thing burst into flames, the explosion barely reaching any of the other tents but big enough so that no one inside could have survived.

There was a painic and every body seemed to be out of their tents at once.

They scurried over to the blazing camp site, putting it out as fast as they could.

As soon as the fire was out a group of people began to survay the wreckage.

"Where's Blaine?" One of them asked.

"Right here," I said, still in shock.

They were all relieved that I was alive but the tent was a disaster; bits and peices of my belongings were strewn about the sight. The one thing they found that was still whole was my picture of you.

Thank you Kurt, I don't know how you did it or if you even did it concesly but I know it was you.

I would know your voice from a mile away.

I love you my precious.

Love your alive and well,

Smeagol

P.S. In case you were worried that Smeagol was some stalker that knew your adress and was writting you these touching letters; he not. He's a fictional caracter that I stole a line from. I am Blaine; your Blaine; the one and only (as far as you know, winks).

May,17,2017

The days are long,

the sun is low,

I watch the sky as it sweeps away the light of day,

bringing only darkness and fear.

Why is the night a time of slumber,

when we close out the world,

letting sleep take us over,

the dream world letting you believe that, that is where you should be.

Then we wake up,

reality hits you like a blow to the face,

a crack of lightning hits you,

realization dawns,

your stuck in your sad world again until the break of dawn.

I wrote that within the many hours I lay awake thinking of you last night.

Would you like to hear another?

The night is long,

the trees are bare,

I can't say I recall the last time I saw you laughing.

I could say the world is cruel.

After all it ripped you from my grasp.

But that would be lying to not only to you but myself.

I am here because of me;

the hot wind scortching my face,

my throat dry,

scratching for some sence of remorse.

But again these things are my fault.

I'm am struck with this dread because of me.

I'll love you till the day I die,

after all you know that, don't you?

This world makes you crazy but it's this world that keeps you grounded.

The memorys of you and me are seeping through my skin, making sure I think of you and never sleep again.

Those kept me up all night.

Every word is purly me, every word is solidly true.

I miss you enough that I would run to you.

I stuck in poetry mode so I will say,

Goodnight my love,

my sweet, fare, emerald.

Your little poet,

Blaine

AN: I'm so sorry this was so short! I had a busy day. But I promise there will be more ASAP. How do you like poetic Blaine? ;)I wrote the poems myself. What did you think of Kurt saving Blaine's life? I wasn't sure about this one. As for Smeagol that was just my Lord of the rings fetish speaking ;) Thanks for reading, reviews are love. Klainebows and Unicorns 3