A/N: This chapter in in Mercedes' POV. Enjoy! :D

I opened my locker expecting to see my math book but what caught my attention was this neatly folded piece of paper. My heart raced for a second, thinking it might have been a love letter from some secret admirer. Then I just wanted to slap myself, because clearly, that's not gonna happen. I may have sung the anthem of narcissism at the assembly, but that doesn't mean things are gonna change that quickly.

Imagine my surprise when I unfolded it and saw Snoopy and Woodstock chillin' on his doghouse. Imagine my even bigger surprise when I found out who the letter was from. Why on earth would Kurt write to me when I was just talking with him this morning? Sometimes, that kid just confuses the heck out of me.

I put the letter in my bag to be read in peace once I get home. I'm not gonna be seeing Kurt for the rest of the day, so I can't exactly ask him about it... and besides, I have a feeling he wouldn't want me to.

8:47 PM. I'm lying in bed, staring at the piece of paper I've just read (three times...no, make that four). Well, Kurt was right about one thing, this is a hot damn mess.

I guess I've always suspected that behind that confident strut and bitchy-ish (it's a word, don't argue with me) attitude, that boy is hiding some serious issues. It frustrates me that he couldn't see how awesome he is. I mean, sure, he was a douche about the whole weight thing, but he apologized and I forgave him the first time. And the Finn thing? I've always known he had a crush on him, but I didn't realize it was this bad. If I did, I would have straightened him out a long time ago.

Well, "straightened him out" might not have been the best choice of words. But you get my drift, right?

He asked for my help, and I'll be damned if I didn't give it to him. But since he clearly doesn't want to talk, I better bring out the stationeries. Now, what have I got here that could match his Snoopies?...

Cats. Cute ones in soft pastel colours. Sprinkled all over this pale yellow paper. Fresh from the store because I can't find anything other than a disgusting floral print stationery at home. With my pen in hand and my mind reeling, I begin to write.

Dear Kurt,

First of all, Snoopy? Really? And it smells like it's a century old. But never mind that...

I forgive you, Kurt. I thought that was pretty obvious already since we've been hanging out a lot since that incident. Clearly, you couldn't see forgiveness if it smacked you in the face, so I'm gonna say it again. You. Are. Forgiven. If you apologize one more time, I will punch you.

But afterwards I would give you a big, big hug because girl, you need one. Yep, I did roll my eyes majorly at that comment. What are you talking about? You are fabulous! It's not just your clothes or your nice things, Kurt, it's you. You just haven't realized it yet. And what's all this silly, sarcastic, snobby, selfish, stupid, sad, sad nonsense? (And you bet I did try saying that 10 times fast. And I succeeded. So there.) As far as I'm concerned, only the silly and the sad (and the second sad) part of that was true. Ok, maybe the sarcastic part as well. Sure, what you did was pretty selfish and pretty dumb, but I know your intentions were good (although misguided).

You're looking for love from Finn, but that's not gonna happen, OK? It hurts, I know, you have a broken windshield care of me to prove that, but you have to let yourself move on (and no, honey, not Artie. He's straight, he's taken, and he's not your type).Sure, I guess maybe the fact that he became nice to you after he joined glee attracted you to him, but let me remind you, Mike and Matt were never particularly mean to you either. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying you should go for them instead, all I'm saying is that you are going to find someone, ok? Don't be in too much of a hurry. Hell, I haven't found someone yet, but I know it'll happen. For both of us. Because we rock.

Oh and by the way? That stunt you pulled made me wince with sympathy and second hand embarrassment for you. Amazing vocals, honey, but never do that again.

And setting your parents up? Didn't make me choke on my soda at all... because I already did that when you suggested hitting on Artie. I am quite surprised, though. You're a smart guy but you clearly did not think that through.

I know that you're happy for your dad, Kurt. I can see how much you love him. I know how much you want to make him the happiest guy on the planet, and I'm glad your backfired plan worked out for him and Finn's mom, but you need to have a conversation with him about this. I can tell you all kinds of things you want to hear, like how your dad loves you more than anyone in the world and how Finn is not his ideal son, you are... but those words aren't going to mean anything unless you hear them from your him.

I'm gonna end it here with this: if there's someone you need to apologize to, it's not me. I trust that you already know who I'm talking about. Cheer up, honey. I'll see you in rehearsals.

Mercedes

I slip the letter into Kurt's bag when I saw him by his locker first thing in the morning. His letter to me and whether or not I read it was not mentioned and probably never will be. I guess I'll just have to wait for his reply.