"Blainers! Are you ready to eat crap and watch old movies?" Kurt laughed happily as he opened the Humdel house door to Blaine on Friday .
"Totally," Blaine smiled. He was pulled inside and straight into the kitchen where Kurt returned quickly to a large pot. Blaine was about to ask what it was when it began popping faintly and he smiled.
"Already on the popcorn?" he laughed.
"It tastes so good and I haven't had it in months." Kurt said as he continued to shake the pot so that none of the kernels stuck to the bottom and burnt.
"What are we putting on them?"
"Anything high in sugar."
"You really are throwing away the diet this weekend," Blaine laughed.
"If we're revisiting how we used to be three years ago when we first watched this film then I'm going back to the diet I had three years ago."
"So it's just like it was three years ago?"
"Exactly. Except with the whole family and stuff because I can't and don't need or want to undo that. Because that's totally fine and stuff." Kurt rambled as the popping increased in frequency.
"Tell me, how much sugar have you eaten already?"
"Just like, I don't even know. I wasn't really paying attention. I was busy getting high off the idea that I could eat chips and stuff tonight without worrying about it because our workout on Sunday is sure to be enough to work it all off."
Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt as the popping finally stopped and Kurt pulled the pot off the cooker and tipped the popcorn into a bowl that was laid out ready before shaking liberally sugar over the bowl.
"Goodbye 2012," Blaine laughed, "Hello again late 2008,"
"Blaine?" Kurt asked curiously as he retuned from his shower the next morning, his voice slightly rough from having woken up not too long ago.
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, rubbing a towel over his wet hair as he re-entered the room.
Re-entered the room and saw what Kurt had in his hands.
Shit.
"Kurt... I uh... I'd rather you didn't read them, yet..." Blaine said nervously.
"But... I don't get it. They're addressed to me any everything." Said Kurt, his brain clearly not working yet, probably slow after yesterday's sugar high and subsequent hyperactivity.
"Kurt," Blaine said, walking over and placing his hands over Kurt's and the letters in his hands. "Not yet okay. Please?"
"I... okay..." Kurt gave in. "I need a shower anyway," Kurt reasoned. He let his hands slip out of Blaine's grasp, leaving the letters in Blaine's hands as he walked off groggily for the bathroom.
Sometime later when he returned, Blaine's hair had almost dried fully though into it's ungelled mess, and he'd packed away his sleeping bag from the floor of Kurt's bedroom.
"Blaine?"
Blaine looked up to see Kurt's hair was still wet and drooping into his eyes slightly. He ran his fingers through it to push it backwards and out of his face before sitting on the edge of his bed nervously.
"Are you going to tell me what the letters are about now?" he asked quietly. Blaine sighed but took them gingerly in his hands from out of his bag where he'd put them.
"Can I ask first why you found them?" Blaine asked.
"Sorry I... I was looking for my phone. I thought I'd put it down on the side but it wasn't there so I thought it might have fallen off the edge and into your bag." Kurt bit his lip nervously and sheepishly.
"It's okay. I just..." Blaine sighed, resting his head back against the wall of Kurt's room from his seat on the bed.
"I... these are from three years ago. I found them again a couple of days ago and haven't been able to stop thinking about them. And, through some sort of mad impulsive decision, I decided to bring them. I wrote them, along with... several more a long time back. I kinda used it as a diary, like... having someone to talk to just to get it out in some way shape or form. And after we met and became good friends it became you who I was addressing these to. But, I'm going to be a coward now and say that I want you to wait until I'm gone to read them because I can't even begin to imagine our reaction to what's within them. But I want you to not stop reading until you've read every last word, okay?"
Kurt looked at him with concern deep in his eyes and Blaine cringed internally at the sight.
"I'll go now so you can read them. Just... just don't hate me okay?"
"I could never hate you Blaine," Kurt said.
"I- just... read them." Blaine said, before lifting his overnight bag onto his shoulder. Kurt nodded and watched Blaine leave, confusion sweeping through him along with the already settled concern. He watched from his bedroom window as Blaine jumped into his car and drove off before sitting down on his bed and opening the first letter. He knew it was the first one because they had been numbered and he reckoned it had probably been rather recently. Either way, he unfolded the letter and read...