I. Am. Broken. Of course tears are running down my face, anybody would be crying by now. I sit on my bed with the note hugged tight against me. He held this. He wrote this and put so much effort into this. All of his strength. I love him. I do.

I need to tell every one. I could tell everyone during the special memorial Mr. Shue is having. We'll all be there. Well all of us who can.

I have four weeks until I have to do Funny Girl. Four weeks is enough time to tell everyone. My daddies can help me with any costs. I'm determined to do this. I have to do this.

With Kurt and Santana gone, its easier to pack with having someone constantly watch over you like you're some type of fragile glass. I think I'll stay at my dads' house when I get there. There'll be no way to stay in the same room, in his room, again. I call my dads.

"Honey?"

"Hi, Daddy! I'm coming back for a few more days. Is it alright if I stay with you guys during that time?"

"Yeah, of course, sweetheart! But why not stay at the Hudson-Hummel's?"

I start to tear up. "I just... I-"

"Oh, oh, no, honey! It's fine. Just come on over. You're always welcomed here."

I sniffle. "Thanks, Dad."

"No problem. See you then, honey. Love you!"

"Love you, too, Dad."

I hang up and settle myself in bed after placing the letter in a safe place. My flight doesn't leave until tomorrow morning. I should get to sleep. God knows I wont be getting enough of it for a while.