Rory sat on his night table and took a white paper from his printer and a pen. He leaned over it and started writing with his usual tiny and tight handwriting. He was writing a letter. In fact, more than a letter, he was writing a journal. It had been Mrs. Pittsburgh idea. Make a journal about all his feelings and important events that happened in his life. The thing was that Rory liked doing it like if he was writing a letter for someone he had invented. The addressee's name was Damian.

Dear Damian:

I am sorry I hadn´t wrote you before but I had been busy as hell. As you know, we won regionals and now we are going to compete at nationals so Rachel is pretty stressed right now. She never likes anything and wants everything perfect; it´s pretty annoying sometimes but I kind of understand her. This is her last year so she wants to shine (I still think she shines a little bit too much, but what can I say.). Anyways this time I only have good news for you. Finally; don´t you think?

First of all I want to tell you I am happy because yesterday I got a letter from the school asking me to stay another year in America. Apparently they need me and other sophomores and juniors to continue the Glee club. I am happy about it because I was starting to get worried about my relationship with Harmony and how it would had ended in case I had left.

He stopped writing and looked over his wall. It was half filled with photographs of himself and Harmony on several of their dates. The girl was gorgeous and he was lucky he had her on his side. Maybe she could be annoying as Rachel but she loved him just the way he was. She supported him and was always by his side on his sad moments.

Another thing I wanted to tell you was that the nightmares are almost gone. Maybe not completely but since Puck disappearance I had been better. I sleep my eight hours and I am eating well. No more attempts of suicides, luckily.

He smiled at himself as he thought about the last one. He was proud of him. He was really getting better and that made him happy. That made everyone around him happy. He looked up and in his wall he was able to see some photographs that he had pasted on it. Some of them were of him and Harmony. Others were taken after regionals and the rest were of him and the other members of the Glee club. In most of them appeared Kurt and Sam.

Sam and Kurt are really nice to me. Everyone is nice to me even though some of the people still treat me different. They whisper behind my backs and sometimes give me pity looks. That still makes me uncomfortable but Mr. Shue told me it was a normal reaction in teenagers and I shouldn´t feel bad about it. I think I will get used to it or they will get used to me.

He was about to keep writing when suddenly his phone started ringing and again he stopped writing to check on him. It was a message from Kurt. He opened it and read it quickly; it seemed like all the New Directions were going to the movies that afternoon. He thanked Kurt for the invitation but he had other plans with Harmony. After he pressed the send bottom he decided to finish the letter.

I am just glad things are getting better finally; I have a girlfriend, lots of friends and for the first time in my life, good grades! I know you must be really proud of me because I am. Finally I think I am happy. Sorry, I have to correct the last part; I know I am happy!

PS: Please, don´t tell Mrs. Pittsburgh about my delay; if she finds out I hadn´t done her assignment right she is going to kill me!

He sighed as he reread his letter and then put it inside an envelope. He closed it and put it in a box that was hidden under his bed. He had around 34 letters now and he had proposed himself read them at the anniversary of the event. Mrs. Pittsburgh had warned him; that day was going to be hard for him so he thought that reliving the improvement he had made it wouldn´t be so hard. He hide the box again and then changed his clothes for something for formal. That night he was taking Harmony to the theatre to see a play named "Hamlet".

He put his smoking on and picked a tie from his closet. He hated that stuff. Suddenly the door ring sang announcing the arrival of Harmony. He ran down stairs so Santana wouldn´t see Harmony. She was now in the kitchen eating some sandwiches Brittany had made but if Santana and his girlfriend dared to cross there would be war. He couldn´t understand why Brittany was hanging out with a girl as violent as Santana when she was all sweetness and patience. Not that he didn't like Santana, the thing he didn´t like was the fact she hated Harmony. Maybe it was because she was too like Rachel or maybe because the day they met, at the first eliminations of the Chorus competition, Harmony had told her and the rest of New Directions she was better than them. Rory got to the door just in time because Santana and Brittany were just leaving the kitchen in order to open the door.

"I got it!" he almost shouted. Brittany nodded and guided Santana to her room.

"If it´s that mini-Rachel again tell her I don´t want her to sing all night like the other day." She warned me. He giggled as he waved the girls goodbye and opened the door.

When Rory saw Harmony standing before him was out of breathe. Her long black hair was kind of messy and fell over her shoulders gracefully. Her dress was brilliant red and so her lips. For a moment he felt tempted to kiss them right there and forget about the play.

"What do you think?" she asked as she modeled in front of him. He smiled at her and took her hand gently in order to kiss it.

"You look amazing, as always."

She blushed and then took him by the undone tie. "And you can´t put this on as always; am I right?" Rory laughed.

"I was waiting for you so you could fix it."

Harmony nodded and tied it in a second. After that he pulled him closer and then kissed his lips softly.

"I can´t believe I still get Goosebumps every time I kiss you." whispered Rory as he leaned his forehead over Harmony´s.

"I feel exactly the same."

Rory and Harmony stood silent for a few seconds until Rory spoke again. "Thank you."

"For what?" she asked confused as she looked up toward Rory´s blue eyes.

"For accepting me just the way I am; for being there all along and, mostly; for showing me how to love myself and other people as well." That was kind alike he had told Kurt and Sam lately.

Harmony smiled and kissed him again. "No need to thank; but if you really want to make me happy lets get going to the play. We are late now and I love the pre-show they are going to give." Harmony took Rory by the hand and tried to pull him toward the cab that was waiting for them. Rory nodded and then closed the door behind him. Right now, right there; holding hand with Harmony he felt finally happy.

Rory was finally okay…