09.29.12
Dear Blaine
Are you sure, Mr Confident? Well, I'll hold you to that. Even though I full expect you to turn up in December, take one look at me and run. Because I am a state. Literally. College is far harder than I imagined. (But, yes, I am enjoying every minute of it.)
No, you can't send me anymore. Really. You really can't. I feel so bad already. You must have been sitting on a nice little fortune of allowance or whatever before you met me. But I will make it up to you. I will. I'll get you something extra special for your birthday. Which is… ermm, soon, right? (Ha! I'm kidding; of course I know it's soon!)
Honey, I don't know why they won't let you dance. You know Mr Schue - he gets these crazy ideas. When I get chance, I'll tell you what happened (aka, I can tell you face-to-face). But if you want to dance - then dance. They told me I couldn't do a duet by myself - and I did. Although… well, maybe you should think about jazzing the two-step up, because it is kind of basic. (Sorry.)
Sorry, this is going to be another short scribble. I'm already late for a lecture. I got your text about your laptop. That sucks. Hopefully you'll be able to get a new one ASAP. I miss your face. And your voice and your - gah, I'm getting emotional and I can't if I'm about to go out into public. Basically, we really need a phone date. Soon.
I have to go now… I am incredible late.
All my love
Forever and always
Kurt
x
PS - It's impossible for you to love me more than I love you, and that's a fact.