Marhly and Kurt sat at the dining room table, boxes of Blaine's things piled up.

"We're so sorry it took so long to get them back to you." Cheif Richards of Lima's police force said with a frown that hid behind his large bushy mustache, "We needed to check everything to see if we could find anything... Anything that would help us give you a reason why." He bit his lip and locked eyes with them both before continuing.

"We found a pair of journals. One was labeled 'Baby Marh Marh. The other says Kurtie-Pie. I assume they're for you." Marhly felt her mouth drop open a little, and her eyes fill with tears; Blaine was the only one who ever called her that. A similar process shot through Kurt's mind as he stood and started to dig through the boxes, searching for the journals. After a few frantic minutes, a pair of journals was pulled from the bottom of a large box, their black covers graced with Blaine's familiar script in Silver sharpie. They flipped them open in synch, and the first page of each book held the same inscription.

I love you, and I'm so so sorry I didn't let you know what was going on... Don't bother looking in the other journal. The same information is there. Just presented in a different way. I couldn't tell you, I couldn't see you heartbroken.

I love you, so much, you hear me? You were my best friend, don't you ever forget that.

This is going to be hard for you to read, I know that, and I'm sorry.

But you need to read this.

Please, you need to read all of it, no matter how hard it gets, okay?

I need you to know. -Blaine

Marhly's breath caught in her throat and she snapped the cover shut. This was no joke, this was Blaine's handwriting. She started to cry as she ran up the stairs and into her room, pulling the cover open again, flipping to the second page. A small piece of laminated paper with a pressed daisy rest there, the back read "to keep your place, Marh." in Blaine's immaculate script. She took a deep breath, and began to read.

Hey, Marh.

I hope you're doing okay, I mean, I know you're not... But I hope you're not cutting again.

I knew you did that. Please, for me, don't do it again... I'm begging you. It killed me inside to know that you were so unhappy, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I know this is going to be really hard for you, and I'm sorry you had to find me... but, there was no other way, sweetheart, there wasn't. And I know you're probably furious at me for not letting you know what was happening, but I'm going to tell you everything right now, okay?

All of it. Every word I said, and every emotion I felt. Every SINGLE detail. I love you so much, Marh. Please, don't stay mad at me for long. And please, I know how if books make you sad you give up on them halfway through. But please, honey.

Don't give up on this one. Please, read it all the way through.

-Blaine

Kurt sighed as he watched Marhly run to her room and brought the journal with him as he flopped onto the couch, the silver band Blaine had given him glinting in the afternoon sunlight. He flipped the book to the second page and began to read.

Kurtie-Pie,

Listen babe, I know you're mad I didn't tell you. I know you're hurting because I'm gone.

But I love you, more than anything.

and my only regret in life was that I didn't marry you.

Read this, please. As my final words to you, I want you to know what I was going through, and why I couldn't tell you.

I love you, Kurt. More than anything in this entire world.

Je t'aime, mon beau garcon, pour toujours et pour toujours.

-Blaine