CHAPTER FIVE:

December, 2012

Why does the heating have to break? It's bloody freezing in here. Kurt hugged himself more as he sat in the arm chair in the corner, the closets to the fire he could get without setting the chair on fire. The thought niggled at the back of his mind again.

"Dad?" Kurt asked quietly. Burt turned his head from where the Buckeyes where playing on the TV and looked to his son.

"What is it Kurt?" He asked, pushing his cap back slightly so he could see him properly. Kurt sat with his knees up to his chest and a blanket around him. The heating had to bust on Christmas Eve didn't it.

"You know, when I was eleven. And you walked into my room and I was crying looking at a photo in that box Blaine gave me?" Burt muted the game and nodded sadly "Well, I opened it again just the other day and found a letter…on the top…and that wasn't there before" Burt fidgeted in his seat slightly, as if he were nervous "And I was wondering if you knew anything about it"

Burt glanced at his lap before placing his glass on the coffee table, perching on the edge of the arm chair.

"As a matter of fact I do, Kurt" he started "When we left that day, Blaine came to say goodbye to me, he gave me something. An envelope. Addressed to you. He leaned up and whispered in my ear, that I should give this to you when you are old enough to want to remember him properly and maybe find him one day. He said he had a suspicion that you wouldn't be seeing each other for a while"

December, 2002

"Mister Burt, I have sthomething for you" Blaine said, making Burt smile slightly at his lisp he still hadn't grown out of. He crouched down to the curly haired boy's height.

"What is that buddy?"

Blaine held out an envelope with the words: 'My best freind Kurtsie' scrawled on the front. Burt cocked his head slightly.

"Why don't you just give it to him buddy?" Burt asked quietly, not quite understanding why Blaine was giving him an envelope addressed to his son.

Blaine looked around the room to make sure there was no one there to listen to what he was about to say.

"I don't want him to have it now. I want you to give it to him in a few yearsh. When he's…nearly forgotten me" these words nearly shattered Burt's heart "This can remind him again. Or when he is old enough to come and find me or at least look for me. It tells him how much he means to me and how much I will miss him when he's gone to…is it England? So I can't give it to him, you have to, because I don't think I will be seeing him for some time" he finished sadly, eyes downcast and sad, leaning back and glancing around the sitting room again to make sure Kurt wasn't there.

"Blaine…you know he'll never forget you right?" Burt told him. Blaine ran a small hand through his curls and sighed heavily, his eyes turning sad.

"I sure do hope not Mister Burt. But I want him to know how much I care when he opens it and maybe want to find me again…because I really want to see him again. I really, really want that" a tear rolled down the young boys cheek and Burt pulled him into his arms.

"I'll make sure he gets it Buddy, don't you worry about it" Burt said. He really would be sad to have to leave this boy behind.

"Fanksh. I'd better go help Kurtsie now, I promised that I would help him pack his fings" he replied before squeezing his arms around Burt's neck one last time and running off up the stairs.

As soon as he saw the curly mop disappear, Burt allowed his tears to fall. Great big hot drops cascaded down his cheeks as he held his head in his hands.

"He gave you the letter then huh?" Bonnie said from the doorway. Burt looked up and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He turned to face Blaine's mother and nodded sadly, placing his head back in his hands and leaning his elbows on his knees. He felt the sofa dip to his left and a felt a hand rubbing up and down his back. He leaned in to the touch; almost imaging it was his Lizzie.

"Yeah, Bonnie, he did. He sure is an incredible kid" Burt said. Bonnie smiled proudly at the thought of her boy.

"They'll find each other again, you know. I can feel it"

Burt turned towards Bonnie, sitting up, before launching himself into her arms.

"I know they will. They love each other, and that's enough to bring them back together"

December, 2012

"So…you've had that letter all this time, and you didn't think to give it to me?" Kurt asked, almost angry at his father. If he'd just given it to me, maybe I could have found him by now, and this wouldn't even be happening right now.

"Yeah, and I know exactly what you're thinking Kurt. That if I'd given it to you earlier then you might have found him by now. But that night I found you crying, I knew you were so embarrassed about me finding you like that, and I just knew that you wouldn't open that box again until you were older and maybe more desperate to remember him. So I hid it in the box, so that you could open it and find it when you really needed it and in your own time, rather than me just giving it to you" Burt finished, leaning back in his chair and breaking eye contact with his son.

"I understand. But wish you had just given it to me in the first place. At least I would have known that he cared, dad" Kurt said sadly. Standing up from his chair and walking towards the door. Burt caught his wrist as he walked past him.

"I'm sorry Kurt"

Kurt only nodded and continued to make his way up the stairs, eager to read his letter again. It had changed the way he viewed everything over night. As he shut the door to his room he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed the first number on his speed dial.

The phone rang. Once, twice, three times, ring number fou-

"Kurt, how are you?" a voice filled his ears that wasn't the one he was expecting. His brain clicked as he recognized the annoying tone of his best friend's girlfriend.

"Rachel? I'm good thanks…is Quinn there?

"She just popped out actually. So sorry you missed her" she said. By her tone I don't thinks she's sorry at all.

"Oh…okay. Um…well, tell her I called" Kurt stammered, still feeling slightly scared of Quinn's rather possessive girlfriend that was on the other end of the phone.

"Will do- Ouch" "Rachel! Give me my phone!" that was Quinn's voice. Kurt's heart got heavy as he thought about Quinn's girlfriend not even letting him talk to her, but that was soon replaced by anger. Possessive cow.

"Kurt, hey. What's up?" Quinn asked, slightly out of breath and annoyed.

"Hi Quinn, why was Rachel answering your phone?" he heard a door click shut on the end of the line.

"For crying out loud, what is her problem? I get up to go to the loo for two minutes and she already feels the right to answer my fucking phone!" Quinn ranted. By the sound of sirens and cars, Kurt guessed she was outside "Sorry Kurt, you don't want to hear that right now. What did you call about honey?"

"Well, there is something I need to show you, but you obviously can't come round right now so I'll just see you tomorrow…"

"Is it about…you know…Blaine?" Quinn asked, sounding slightly nervous. She was obviously expecting no to be the answer, judging by the gasp that Kurt heard when he replied.

"Yeah, actually, it is"

"Oh my god! I have to come round right now! I'll tell Rachel something, I need to see you. I'll be there in around, say half an hour? If I can't get her to leave I'll text you okay?" Quinn replied.

Kurt debated just telling her it could wait and to not face the wrath of her scary girlfriend, but decided against it. Me and Quinn have been waiting for this for months. Rachel can wait.

"Okay sweetie, see you soon"

Quinn climbed the stairs to her room nervously, trying to figure out what she would tell her girlfriend.

'There's an emergency, someone's died.' No, that wouldn't work.

'I want you to leave now sweetie, I love you'. Nope, neither would that.

'I'm going over to Kurt's whether you like it or not. So you need to go home'. Urgh, not that either.

She approached the door to her room and breathed deeply. She'll understand, she loves you.

She opened the door to find her brunette girlfriend pacing the floor, chewing her thumb nail. She turned towards the door when she heard it open and sighed, shaking her head and flicking her hair over her shoulder, obviously playing the sass card.

"That was him again, huh?"

"Oh, Rachel! When will you get it into your head that I'm fucking GAY! I'm interested in Kurt just about as much as I'm interested in Loius! And that is ZERO percent. I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH KURT!" Quinn exploded, almost instantly regretting it after the words left her mouth. Rachel's bottom lip trembled.

"Well…why do you always kiss his cheek, and…and…and hug him in the hallways! You never do those things with me, Quinn! I am your girlfriend. He is nothing…compared to me! You should put ME first Quinn…ME! I'm sick of Kurt this, Kurt said that! IDON'T CARE QUINN!" Rachel screamed. Quinn stood in the doorway, paralyzed at Rachel's words.

"Is that really how you feel?"

"Yes, it is! It's come to this Quinn! Us arguing over Kurt. So, what will it be Quinn. Me or him, you can't have both"

A tear escaped from the corner of Quinn's eye and rolled down her cheek. She loved Rachel, she really did. But Kurt needed her, and now.

"If you are really going to make me do this, then, him. Any girlfriend that makes me lose my best friend to be with her, is no caring girlfriend. I would tell you why I'm always with Kurt, but I can't, it's his business, not mine, and I don't have the right to tell you, Rachel, otherwise I would. But if you are seriously going to make me choose between the two of you, then I choose him" Quinn finished, looking up from where she was staring at the floor to see Rachel's gaping mouth and wide, wet eyes staring right into hers "Now, if it's alright with you, Rachel, I am going over to Kurt's house because the thing that he needs to show me might change his life for the better.

Quinn turned around, grabbing her coat off the back of the door before walking swiftly away from her ex-girlfriend. Are we even broken up?

"Quinn, wait! I didn't mean I-"

But Quinn was already out of the front door and running off down the path, on her way to Kurt's where no doubt she would be for the rest of the day and maybe even the night.

'Knock, knock, knock, knock'.

That must be Quinn! Kurt thought excitedly, running down the stairs two at a time, shouting a quick 'I'll get it' to Burt before twisting the lock and pulling the door open. What he saw made him gasp.

"Quinn, honey, what is it?"

Mascara streaked down her cheeks and he eyes were red from crying. She was out of breath and her cheeks were flushed with cold so she had probably run the majority of the way except from the occasional tube trip. He opened his arms and she fell in to them, a sob erupting from her chest as she did. He kissed her short, blonde, sweet-smelling hair as she buried her face in his neck.

"Kurt? Are you okay-" Burt said, peeking around the door frame. He stopped as he saw Quinn "Quinn? What's wrong Kiddo?"

Quinn pulled away from Kurt and turned towards his dad, wiping her teary eyes as she did.

"Oh, I'll be okay Burt, don't worry" Quinn replied, glancing towards Kurt, silently begging him to just take her upstairs (not in the dirty way) and tell her what he needed to so she could spend the whole day being excited instead of depressed about Rachel.

"We'll be upstairs dad" Kurt said, holding Quinn's hand and tugging her to follow him up the stairs. The moment Kurt closed the door behind him; Quinn began to speak, silencing Kurt from asking if she was okay.

"Look, Kurt, there is something wrong with me, but first you have to tell me your news, because that's what I came over for. This can wait. So what did you need to tell me?" Quinn said, smiling an obviously fake smile and wiping her eyes and nose one last time before looking Kurt straight in the eyes.

Kurt wasn't convinced by this but he did what she told him anyway, letting excitement bubble in his chest again. He walked over to his chest of drawers that stood in the corner, opening the top drawer and rummaging around. When he had found what he was looking for he pulled his hand out and kissed the envelope before walking back over to where Quinn was and handing her the letter. Quinn looked at what was in her hands for a moment before sitting down on the bed, Kurt making a dip in the bed to her left a moment later. She read the untidy scrawl on the front before looking up to Kurt.

"Open it" he said, nudging her shoulder with his own. Quinn nodded, pulling the flap out of the back of the old, worn envelope and tugged on the letter inside. She unfolded it carefully and flattened it out on her lap. It read:

Dear Kurt,

I am really, really, really going to miss you. I hope you know that already, but if you don't then this is to tell you. I know it won't be a few years after you move until you read this, because I told your papa not to give it to you until then. What I mean to say is that, I guarentee that I will still be missing you when you finally get this letter and I really hope you are still missing me too.

I hope you like it where you are. Is it London? We always wanted to go to London, didn't we? To St Paul's Cathedral? Now you get to go! That's so exciting right? I wish I could come with you so we didn't have to be so far apart from each other. But I understand that you have to leave and I am so sorry about your mama Kurt. I'm really sorry that God had to take her from you. But maybe he needed her up there, to meet someone important or something like that. I know God has no exkuse for what he did though; it was really naughty and unfair of him.

I really want to see you again one day Kurt. One day not too far away. Because I love you Kurt, more than Mulan and popcorn and everything else in the world (except for maybe mama). I want you to stay Kurtsie, so I can always be near to you because you make me feel really nice inside every time that I see you; but I know you have to go. And that makes me the saddest I have ever been.

My mama says that the universe will find a way to bring us back together and that we will see each other again someday. I will write to you every day (I need to get your address off you) until you reply and we can see each other again.

I love you, Kurtsie.

Love, Blaine

xxxxx

Quinn smiled and wiped her eyes when she had finished the letter before folding it up and putting it back in the envelope. She placed it on the bed behind her before engulfing Kurt in hug, squeezing him tightly and letting his tears drip onto her coat as she held him close.

"He sounds amazing Kurt"

"He was, and I bet he still is"

"So, how are we going to find him then?" Quinn asked the obvious question, like he had the answer to it.

"I still have no idea Quinn; we've been over this countless times. There is no way that I can find him" Quinn rolled her eyes at the answer, it being the same one as always.

"We will find a way Kurt. If it kills me"

Kurt just smiled at his friend and hugged her tighter.

Authors Notes:

Hey again. A quicker update this time, I was in a writing mood and my writers block seems to have gone on holiday for a while. I know it sounds like I hate Rachel, I don't. It's just part of story. I ship Faberry.

Here's a little back-story on the Berry's:

Jonathon and Iain Berry met each other in 1980 at college when they were both 18 and fell madly in love with each other. They began living together when Iain's parents kicked him out for being gay, but his love for Jonathon was too great to let go of. Screw the homophobic assholes. The decided to adopt Rachel in 1994 when she was 0 and they were 32. They christened her Rachel Louisa Berry, after Jonathon's grandmother. Rachel came out to them when she was 15 and they accepted her openly (well they are both gay so it would make sense). Mostly because Iain knew what it felt like to have your parents reject you.

So there you go. See you next time.

Reviews would be great.

Love you all,

-H.x

P.S. Listen to Charlene Soraia's 'Wherver you will go' when reading it. I listened to it when I was writing the letter.