You will probably be able to tell that I had too much fun writing this letter. It's just so much better now that Blaine is more comfortable, sigh. Anyway, thank you all for responding to the A/N yesterday! I literally have all you guys' stories saved in a word document and I will use them when I get to writing that part of my next story :3 they were ALL helpful and I can't wait for you guys to read the fic- after this one is finished of course!

Dear Kurt,

It's a lot easier to tell you things this way. Don't take it as an insult- you're a very easy person to talk to. I guess it's one of those "it's-me-not-you" things. Except I'm not breaking up with you. I mean we're not together but theoretically speaking I wouldn't even break up with you then. Anyway.

You know how on Friday you said that you were proud of me? Well don't be. I'm no farther out of the closet than I was a month ago. You see, my mom thought that I was dating Finn. Now before you throw away this note or something, listen to the story: after you found out that it was me writing the notes, I was pretty...distressed. And Finn came over and was a good friend, but needless to say, we had the door to my bedroom shut so no one would overhear why I was so upset. But of course, all my mom saw was Finn going in, the door shut, and me coming out happy. For some strange reason she immediately jumped to the conclusion that I was totally making-out with your step-brother. The way she thought like that made me think that she already had some previous suspicions. About me. Then she didn't speak to me for more than a week..

And for the record me and Finn were not making out.

Okay and here is the worst part that you are totally allowed to slap me in the face for because I totally deserve it. When we went out on Friday, my mom sort of found out that I was going on a date (she found this out via annoying little sister) and I may have told her that I was going out with a girl. Named Katy. And then on Saturday when I went to the park with Finn, I told her I was going with Frank- an imaginary person on my track team. So long story short, my mom was happy that I was going out with a girl and I wanted her to talk to me again so I lied and now I'm here. Also my Dad keeps saying these things and I think he knows about you but if I know my dad he's not going to straight up ask me anything, he's going to wait for me to come to him or something and I can't do that, Kurt. I would ask you to help me but I don't know what you could do. It's me, isn't it?

I didn't mean it like that- you don't have to do me. I meant that it has to be me that fixes this with my parents. That's the worst part. It sort of sucks when your mom doesn't talk to you and pretty much bans your best friend from your house.

-I think you know who is writing these by now

P.S. Are you a broom?

Because you swept me off my feet.