So maybe it wasn't the smartest idea for Kurt to sneak into the parking lot at Blaine's school, break into his car and leave his letter on the driver's seat, but it was stormy day - Kurt would've been an idiot not to take advantage of the fact that he could actually go out in daylight - and he had no idea how else to get his letter to Blaine.
He darted from the building as soon as he was done and went back home, curling up in his bed and wishing he was actually tired enough to fall asleep. He was slightly worried as to what Blaine's reaction would be when he read the letter, but he knew he had to reach out to Blaine somehow otherwise he'd be pining over him forever, and considering Kurt lived forever...
Kurt did nothing but lay there for hours, staring at the plain sheet that separated his bedroom from the rest of his apartment. It was pitch black outside by the time he dragged himself into the living room.
He was starving hungry. He hadn't fed since the night when he bit Blaine's friend, and even though it was barely a week ago, he'd been feeding every single day since he'd gotten bitten. He didn't want to feed, though. He knew that if he continued killing people then there was no way he'd ever get Blaine back, and that was all he could think about.
When Blaine found the letter, he was confused. Then he was angry because it was more than obvious Kurt had broken into his car, but then he was conflicted because part of him wanted to run to Kurt and never leave him again, while the other part of him wanted to crawl into a deep, dark hole and never emerge from it.
He read the letter over and over again as he laid in bed, until it was the early hours of the morning. He picked his phone up and ran his thumb along the crack that went through the middle of the screen before unlocking it and typing out a text.
I'm tired of missing you.
He selected Kurt's number and sent the text before he had time to regret it, locking his phone and holding it against his chest until he felt it vibrate a few minutes later.
So am I.
His heart was pounding against his chest as he typed out his next text.
I really want to see you and talk to you, but I'm absolutely terrified.
Of me?
Of my feelings for you. I'm scared that if I see you again then I'm not going to have the strength to walk away.
You don't have to walk away, Blaine, but if you do want to then that's fine. All I'm asking is that you hear everything that I have to say, and if you still don't believe me or want anything to do with me then fine, it's your decision. But you can't pretend like you don't want to at least try, because if you didn't then you wouldn't have texted me.
Blaine took a shaky breath as a tear left his eye, tapping out a reply.
I want to see you.
When?
As soon as possible. But I don't want to be alone with you.
Fair enough. Tomorrow? It's supposed to be stormy again so I should be able to leave my apartment.
Okay. Where? I want to go somewhere public and crowded.
The restaurant we were at before? When your friends were there?
Okay.
Goodnight Blaine x
Goodnight.
Blaine locked his phone and put it on his bedside table, sinking into his pillows and pulling the covers up to his chin.
He was unable to sleep that night. He couldn't stop imagining all of the different things that could happen the next day. Part of him hoped that he'd be able to believe everything that Kurt said, but the other part of him hoped that Kurt would turn out to be a complete douche so that he could just move on and not have to worry about it anymore.