A/N: Okk I know I like, just updated, but I have been on a creative and emotional roll with these last few chapters, with each one being more emotionally tasking than the last. So this is some fairly light fluff, before the tears really come. I really hope you like this, b/c most of you will probably hate me once you read the next few updates :-(.


Sept. 16, 1956

Dearest Sammy,

It has been a month since my last letter to you, I waited for a response but I doubt the mail is finding you, with Tina here writing Mike 5 letters a day. But I want to keep you updated; talking to you through these letters keeps me from becoming a recluse.

I spend more time with momma and memaw now more than I did before I left it seems. Your mother too. They have survived this; they keep giving me encouraging words every day. I think I go back to your parents pad more to see the pictures of you, and to go to your bedroom, just to breathe in the scent of you. Daddy has been a great source of comfort, we have yet to talk about our relationship, but he doesn't seem put-off by it. I told Robbie in a letter I wrote to him, he was less than thrilled. But I…we will cross that bridge when we get to it.

Quinn is about 2 months along now, she keeps sending Puck letters, but they have yet to come back to her either. Her hormones are driving me up the wall, between the constant cravings and spastic bouts of emotions; I would love to hop a plane and find Puck myself and make him watch after his girl. But just knowing that in a few months I'll be a God auntie does make it worth it.

Kurt and Blaine send their love of course; Kurt says he has fabulous ideas on how to spruce up your uniform when you get back. I think he just says that to keep my spirits up. I can hardly concentrate at work now, I wrote an entire article one day only to get it back from Kurt saying that I had typed your name into much of it.

I miss you terribly. It's sometimes too hard to get out of bed, but I know I have to keep pushing forward. Sometimes I dream that I wake up, and find that this whole war is just a nightmare; and you're here with me and we're newlyweds in a beautiful exotic land. Where we don't have to worry about the looks, or the whispers, and we just live happily; walking the cobbled streets hand in hand, taking in the beautiful sights and kind people, where we have a new adventure every day and make love every night. But then I awake, and find that I am alone yet again.

I pray for your safety every day, and hope that this letter reaches you. Please be safe, please come back to me in one piece. Until I see you again I will continue to dream of you.

I love you more than words can say.

Forever yours,

Mercy