You guys can thank tumblr for this chapter; it went down and therefore forced me to do something mildly productive.

Dear Chandler

I mean – hey, Chandler (jeez, you're gone two weeks and I turn into Stephenie Meyer!)

I miss you. I know that much is obvious since I'm here writing to you but I just wanted to say. I was really upset the day you and your mom left, I don't think I was in sound enough mind to do more than sob and wave after your car...

I'm not good with words (but that's nothing new.) Still, I have to try to explain how much your leaving has affected me. This isn't a plea to come back or a hint that I'm already in a helicopter circling your new town, just a way of letting you know how much I love you and how I'm so grateful for the time we shared.

It's weird not having you kicking me during science (sorry – "footsie") and having to buy my own Redvines instead of relying on those packs you left in my locker. You know I cried when Teenage Dream came on in Target the other day? That night you "serenaded" me was the best night of my life.

Losing the baby has made everything different. The first couple nights after it happened, I lay in bed and I questioned everything. Life; you; my dads... Yeah. I was messed up. I guess that's because, well, even with you gone and even with a baby I wasn't sure I wanted, for at least the next few months I would have you with me. But that isn't happening anymore, and the whole world is a little bit suckish now.

Even my dads are depressed. I can't believe our dads used to know each other. I guess they never thought any of their trials or mistakes would affect their lives beyond the age of maybe twenty three. I don't know. It's just really fucked up. And just our bad luck, I suppose.

Bad luck. That's one way of putting it.

So just, bye, farewell and stuff. I know technology and all that nonsense will probably reunite us in years to come, but knowing that you're going to meet other girls and I'm going to meet other guys just makes this letter a thank you and a so long, and an I'm going to miss you and never forget you.

Love Caissie.

Xx

'Blaine?' Kurt walked into the living room.

'Oh, hey! I didn't hear you come in.' Blaine stood up to greet Kurt with a kiss. 'Is everything okay?'

'I think so. Yeah. I got a call at work, from the police station?'

'Okay.' Due to the emergency with Caissie, the trial had been postponed for three weeks.

'Dave confessed, apparently. He told them everything, the truth. He said he was suffering mentally and he has requested, after he serves his jail term, however long that may be, that they set him up with a therapist and assist in his relocation. They assured me that he won't be bothering me again. And this is the best thing that could have happened.'

'That's great! Isn't it?'

'Yeah. It's a lot to take in. You know?'

'Of course. But it's okay. Hey – don't cry!' Blaine pulled Kurt into a tight embrace, holding him close to his chest as he sobbed quietly.

'I know it is.' He pulled away slightly, reaching into his pocket, before showed Blaine a piece of paper. 'This was sticking out of the letterbox when I came home.'

Kurt

I am sorry.

I'm getting help.

And you never have to see me again.

I know all this is coming years too late and I know you can never forgive me. But I don't blame you.

Have a good life; it's what you deserve.

Dave

'I think it's the sixteen year old inside of me that's crying.' Kurt sniffed.

One chapter left.

Bum bum bummmmmm.

This story seems to have finished far too soon. And I'm scared people won't like the ending. Because it's not even like a massively poignant or dramatic ending... Think "Light" from Next to Normal. There you go.

Lots of love