AN: Okay, so woah! I'm not sure what to say about glee right now, so I'll just say this, c'mon 11th! It's just 2 days away from this moment! (Getting real tired of your crap, Mr. whoever-decides-to-use-too-many-haitus'!) Of course, we'll hang around (Even though rumour has it that Kurt will not be apart of this coming episode =[ ) SOOOOO there will be a big AN at the bottom (sorry! I know it's just me ranting, but whaddya gonna do when ya got no one to rant to?)

DISCLAIMER: Klaine is not back together, therefore that is proof that I do not own the show (plus the box scene would have made it, Finchel would not dominate the show AS MUCH, and Britana would have never broken up- add that with the Blam bromance would have stayed a bromance and not a one-sided romance and Tina would never have pulled a Rachel Berry crushing on Blaine trying to wo him)

Chapter 6- The 4th Letter: Breadsticks and Suprises

Kurt did not hesitate outside the door of Lima's fanciest restaraunt (which, honestly, wasn't that fancy but hey, it's Lima, Ohio) and went straight up to the hostess, who's name plate read Candice, and told her his name. Straight away he saw her face go into a forced indifferance, but Kurt didn't let that bother him. Not this time, not when she was the only thing standing in the way of Blaine's next words, and it shocked him that he was so eager, so anxious to see him. True, he was still unsure of many things that pertained to Blaine, but one thing Kurt never doubted was that Blaine and he had something that he'd never truly believed existed outside of fairytailes and fiction until Blaine kissed him that day over Paravati's tiny casket. He only wanted to know if they could salvage it- or rather, if it was salvagable at all.

Following the hostess to a table in the back (no doubt to keep him hidden, but Kurt didn't let that bother him either. Blaine and himself always enjoyed the privacy away from disaproving eyes and sneers), thoughts of all the times he and Blaine would come here for a formal date filled Kurt's mind. Many of their dates would be at the Lima Bean or at Kurt's house watching Disney movies or classic musicals, but once every two weeks, they'd go out on an actual date (of course, Mr. Dapper planned each one neatly in his calender to each acute detail- his reasoning of course made sense because he was just trying to make things enjoyable by avoiding particularly popular days there ect. but that didn't stop Kurt from teasing Blaine about it). When they reached the table, the snooty hostess set a menu down on the table and walked away without a word. Kurt was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to even hardly register her rudeness. In fact, he was so entranced by his memories that he didn't notice two beaming hobbits sit across from him until one of them cleared her throat.

"Rachel? Chandler?!"

"Hey Kurt! Long time no see!" Chandler's voice getting louder with every syllable in his excitment.
"Chandler, I thought you were moving to New York? What are you doing here in Lima?"
"Oh you know, didn't make it into NYU but eh, oh well. I'm reapplying again in the fall." Chandler's voice changing with his emotions.
"Yeah, we were just talking about that, actually. I told him he should also apply for some of the other schools as a safety net. NYU may not be as difficult to get into as NYADA but still there are many other schools that would be great for him, right Kurt?"
"Of course. I applied to a few other schools too, but none of them were in New York. In the mean time you should really jump into community college. It's less glamourous but it'll look better on you. That's what I was going to do until Blaine convinced me to move to New York anyway."
"Yeah, and now you have a job at Vogue . com, going to NYADA, and you have your own apartment with two of your closest friends. You're living the dream, Kurt Hummel!"
"Brody's not a close friend. Brody is Rachel's nudist boyfriend who loves to sit on nice furniture and get sweat stains on them,"
"Oh, I thought it was that latina girl, Sanwana or something."
"Santana?" Kurt looked at the petite brunette with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, we'll talk about that later, Kurt."
"So you've changed your mind, huh?"
"Later, Kurt,"
"What's wrong with now?" Kurt challenged. Rachel, however pulled a white envelope from her purse at that moment, knowing that it was her ace. Of course, it worked and Kurt was practically snatching the envelope out of her hands within seconds. Laughing at his antics, Rachel and Chandler waved a waitress over and ordered drinks for all three of them as Kurt read, oblivious to his surroundings.

Kurt,

So the silly love songs brought you here, but it wasn't so silly all of the time, was it? Yes, we had many good times but it wasn't always such smooth sailing, even before I opened my eyes to what you really meant to me. Rachel Berry's house party trainwreck extravaganza, I do believe you and Mercedes dubbed it (or was it just Mercedes?) was a big mistake on so many levels. It lead to our first fight ever. It showed you that alcohol and myself just do not mix very well on any level. It showed you my ugly side for the first time and still, you stood by me anyway. You had me stay at your house so I wouldn't be caught drunk by my parents (thanks for that times a million, by the way) even though I made out with your friend (or wasn't she at this point? I'm still not quite clear on yours and Rachel's dynamic and I'm not the only one!).
That first Valentines day, you watched me serenade another guy and even after you spelled it out for me, I still didn't come to my senses (honestly you are a saint, Kurt Hummel- but I worry about your sanity when I think of how long it took for us to get together) and then you braved all of your friends and performed with me and the rest of the Warblers with a smile. You are the most couragous man I've ever met, Kurt. I had no right ever uttering the word Courage to you. Hands down, I am a coward next to you.
And when we finally did get together, I showed my cowardice again. I was scared about you moving on and not needing or wanting me anymore. I was trying to pretend that it didn't hurt that you were going to be just fine without me and I would be just another nobody in a school that you'd long forgotten. Of course, looking back now, I can see how absolutely silly I was being. I neglected you, so of course you were going to talk to people who showed you attention (and talk was only ever your intention- I know that and I should have never thought differently). Of course, being the scared, insecure boy that I was, I accused you of cheating. Of course, if I'd have thought about it even just a little bit, I would have realized you spent months waiting for me to get my crap together and each and every time I was being a fool, you stuck by me, so it made no sense whatsoever for you to cheat on me. For all this, I apologize.
I leave all the good memories for last so you can enjoy your dinner with a smile. Remember when you asked me to your junior prom? I was so scared because of what had happened at the last dance I'd gone to, but one look in your eyes and I knew I'd be safe. Of course when you came out in that kilt, all my worries came rushing back times two because I was scared for you too. When your name was announced as prom queen, I thought that had to be the straw that broke the camel's back, but no. Not you. As I watched you stand up on that stage and get your crown, I very nearly told you I loved you then. Your words still swim in my ears to this day whenever I feel oppressed or sad.
"They can't touch us, or what we have" Truer words were never spoken.
Then came your senior prom. I was once again scared, but your words became my new mantra. Of course, with the rediculous ban on hair gel I didn't want to go. And, like a superhero, you made everything alright again. I felt loved and accepted even if I wasn't perfect. We sang that song to eachother every time we were in the car together but I still never felt more secure in a public setting then right then.
I didn't have you at the Sadie Hawkins dance. I made sure nobody would tell you about it either because reguardless of what was going on, you would worry. Tina did too but I told Tina that I wasn't scared. I told Tina that I didn't wake up with night sweats and screaming the night before. I told her that there was no reprecussions. I lied. I lied because I wanted to be brave like you. I chanted that mantra in my head the entire night and distracted myself with Tina and Sam. I'd be lying now if I said I wasn't keeping my eyes on the door more than half the night, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't lie to Tina and say I felt rain just to race to my car (which was parked the closest I could possibly get to the school) but I made it through.
Distracting myself with Sam was silly because even that night I'd hear your voice in my head criticizing all the girls' dresses and the boys suits. I could practically hear you laughing at me as I was getting ready, tackeling my unruly hair. Sam could never replace you even as a distraction. I'm pretty sure the only one I was fooling was myself.
I tend to do that a lot, dont I?
But, this letter is getting outragously long so I'll end it by saying, enjoy your dinner, Honey and don't even bother because it's taken care of. When you are done, I'd love for you to zig your way to the second most memorable steps (now watch you zag!) where you will find some very beautiful flowers. I believe it's even on the West Side :)

Love,
Blaine

Grinning like an idiot, Kurt absentmindedly twirled his straw in his diet coke, making Rachel and Chandler giggle again. This brought Kurt out of his trance and rolled his eyes at the duo. The rest of the meal was spent with mindless chit chat, Chandler telling Kurt that he was sorry for nearly breaking them up and knocking over a glass of water in the process. When dinner was over and Kurt said goodbye to the crazy two and leaving a good tip, Kurt was once again climbing into his car, wondering just who he would be meeting at Mckinley.

AN: So Cory is in rehab (Good luck Cory) and HeMo is preggers!? (Congrats HeMo!) I mean, it's splashed everywhere in the media so if you didn't know... Well, anyhooo!
SPOILERS: From what I heard, there will be a shooting but it won't be at the school? Kurt won't be in it, but Rachel will (What crap is this?!) and it's gonna be dramatic (does somebody's family get shot at or something?) These are just some of the many questions swimming through my mind when I think of Glee. Of course the others are "How are they gonna work around HeMo's tummy next season if she's back? Are they gonna lose regionals (there's only a few episodes left of the season so either they lose regionals, it's too stretched out until next season-which will piss a bunch of people off- or they will severely cram it together-this one depends on how they do it because it can be done if they end the season straight at nationals with hopfully a victory" ~shrugs~ we'll just have to see!