A/N:

Wow, so many amazing comments:)

To Guest: Thank you for letting me know you'd love to read more. I dearly hope you will love this chapter and the next to come.

To Kurtsie: Oh WOW. Your words just blew me away, thank you for being so kind, appreciative and lovely. Your words really inspired me to emphasize this certain aspect of their personalities more in the rest of this story; yes you have definitly inspired deeply the further shaping of the boys' thoughts and words in this story. THANK YOU!

To klaineisendgame11: I love that you love my writing:) Thank you for the encouragement.

To seeleyboothfan: I know. I hope this chapter makes up for the wait and still has you excited for the next. Your profile picture is in a way so fitting for this story I could not help but notice just rereading and responding to the lovely words people left me, I'm sure you'll get why I could not help but think that after you've read this chapter. Thank you for keeping sharing your thoughts on my stories and story developments with me again and again.

To gleefreak102: I hope you too love what you find Kurt finding in the package Blaine sent.


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Chapter 3:


"Blaine," it is the first word that escapes Kurt's mouth as he, holding apart the carton flaps separated, cannot help smiling fondly, with only a tiny twinge of sadness inside, at what meets his eyes first.

I Promised. – The two words clearly carefully written, in what Kurt knows to be Blaine's extra clear and careful handwriting, are the first thing Kurt's eyes have found and won't easily let go of again.

Eventually they do though, and then Kurt realizes quickly, 'There is more.'

x

I Promised.

I promised so much, Kurt. I want to keep this promise if you'll allow it. I want you in my life, Kurt, always.

Love Always, Blaine.

x

It is all the writing Kurt finds, in all off the box, none of what else Blaine sent him needing any explanation. Not even the thing he misses at first sight and will only find later, when in an emotional phone call to Blaine it is gently pointed out to him.

Words plenty are not needed, were not needed, Blaine knew it, knows it, had still dared to hold on to that knowledge and hope writing the note, sending this package. Kurt does too, know, hope, love still, as he picks up item after item, spreading them out all around himself on his bed, piece by piece.

The note, honest, short, and Kurt cannot bring himself to deny it '… sweet,' is taped, lightly, to "... an actually fully functional snow globe cookie jar?"

"Blaine. How …? …, only you. Where do you even find this stuff?" Kurt splutters out to an empty room like Blaine is right here with him.

Oh yes, Blaine has a mind and more than one eye for intriguingly wonderful, and at least equally absurd, inventions - as much as Kurt has two excellent eyes for bargains when it comes to clothing.

"Dork," Kurt whispers fondly into the room, as he would whisper, leaning in, into Blaine's ear where he only, 'If only you were here, and we were us, still.'

Instead he leans over and lifts the construction with great care and concentration out of the box and places it right in front of himself on the bed, the three dvds, book, and diary Blaine too has sent lying still to his left and right.

Taking a closer look, Kurt finds how truly clever the design is.

To be cleaned and refilled more easily, the see-through jar on the inside can be completely lifted out of the separate crystal ball construction, the crystal lid both applicable to jar and crystal ball.

And there are four scenes depicted individually, against a beautiful dark blue backdrop that allows just the slightest shimmer to come through of the content, of the cookies Blaine has filled it with, when the removable jar is in place.

Kurt removes the jar, then, after putting it down on his nightstand, next to his still half-full cup of now cold tea, turns his attention back to the snow globe and taking the lid off the jar screws it into its place on the snow globe.

It is exciting, that first time, turning it onto its head.

One quarter shows, upon shaking, snow falling charmingly onto mountains and trees, a small lake even with tiny figures ice-skating on it.

On another quarter Kurt finds a field, already a vibrant spring green, being delicately decorated with colourful spring flowers when the globe is shaken.

The final two show forest scenes, Kurt loves to discover, remembering instantly their walks in the Dalton grounds, almost every day as long as they both went there.

It had been long, solitary, but so far from lonely, walks, from the very first day on that they had gotten together, filled with kisses, and hands clasped tight, holding each other warm, close always. "You really found the perfect spot for Pavarotti," Kurt cannot help slip past his lips his expression softening further with sadness and the memories of those very first days of "Love." How he misses it, them, "... Blaine, Love."

The yellow lightly glittery specks falling, as Kurt without even properly registering at first moves to shake the globe again, create the illusion of vibrant summer sunlight breaking through the trees, standing in a silhouette close and dark still, in the lingering shadows of an early morning hour reminiscent scenery. And they bring Kurt out of his thoughts again, back into his New York apartment.

The last scene pictured is one of colourful leaves, strong yellows and reds, raining down on a delicately drawn river and the undergrowth of the forest surrounding it.

And at first Kurt does not dare to understand fully why this scene makes him feel the way it does.

Happy, deep inside, and …

… and so very sad, too.


A/N: One more chapter to come:) SO SORRY I did not reset from complete to incomplete in the story features last chapter, and thank you to the reviewers, sweet and lovely as you guys are, for not getting upset with me about it, but instead being encouraging for me to write more. It is always a wonderful thing to hear in all the amazing variations you can think of saying it, a pleasure to read. I hope this chapter is too.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!