a/n: YAY chapter 1. Thanks again to mrs. graciecriss4eva and thanks to you for reading, if you've never posted anything you don't know how great it is when people read it. :)

disclaimer: seriously? As if anyone would let me...

Hey,

What's going on at school? I've got around five tests and six quizzes this week and I should be studying right now but I've been so stressed recently that I know all my 'letters' have been mega short but I can't find time to write something properly. I seem to be balancing that slightly by sending far too many.

What is with football right now? This is so a set up. How can Akron be ahead of the Buckeyes? It's lunacy! At the rate things are going I could probably sign up for a team myself and win every game while Tom Brady quit because he was tired of getting muddy. Ugh. It's so messed up.

Anyway, now I've had a chance to get that out of my system, how are things going? We know each other well enough that I feel like I can say this without being pushy, have you told anyone else yet? You need to tell someone, I can tell from the way you WRITE that this is eating you alive. You told me that it felt better for a bit once I knew so why don't you take another chance? I know that we both know you are going to get mixed responses and a lot of prejudice once you come out but there will be people who won't see you differently, and the ones who do don't deserve to be your friend. Please tell someone.

Blaine.

Blaine smiled as he sent the letter. Throughout the last few years, writing to Dave had been his life line. Well after any other kids he knew had given it up, they'd still be writing at least weekly letters to each other. Dave was his first real friend and he'd told him everything. He was a link to a real, down to earth person when he'd had to move schools; he'd been the first person he'd told about his bullying and, for months, the only. He'd felt like he could tell that sort of stuff without Dave somehow putting the blame on him. And before then, when he figured he was gay, Dave had been the first person he'd told. At that point they'd been friends for about three years and he'd stressed for nights about how he'd write it, what he'd say. Then when he sent it, he hadn't been able to sleep or focus in school the next day until he got a response. But Dave had said exactly what he had wished everyone would say, and his response had given him courage to tell his parents, although two months later.

He could confide anything in Dave and he felt safe. He felt like they knew everything about each other, except for the few details they weren't allowed to. So he knew exactly how Dave felt about his parents, particularly his dad, but not what state he lived in; he knew his weekly homework but not his last name; he had no idea what school he went to, but he knew that wherever he went, homophobia was running rampant. And though he had no idea what he looked like, he knew he was gay as well and too scared to tell people. But Blaine was sure that it would be better if he did; if he let himself be himself.

Of course, neither Blaine nor Dave had very good experiences with the idea of coming out. Blaine had his own past: constant torment and bullying, both physical and verbal, followed by running away; and Dave watched everyday as the one out gay guy at his school was treated like he wasn't human. But at least they had places they belonged, for Blaine it was Dalton, for this boy the school Glee club. Dave belonged on the football team and with his group of friends, all of whom were jocks, and was certain that if he came out they would all abandon him. There was no easy option and it was hard telling him to tell people because the more he said it the more it sounded like he wasn't trying to understand Dave. Sometimes he felt like he wasn't telling him everything, like there was more, but he trusted Dave and that was all he could do.

He'd had three other ePenPals while he had Dave, and as the computer paired you up based on the profile you made, they'd been pretty good fits. One, an older guy from New Zealand, was a huge help. He was also gay and a great mentor, but after just over a year he gave up on the website to focus on his job. The one before that was a girl from Washington who he'd been sorry to abandon. She'd been nice but he'd never felt as safe with her as Dave and, when he was working through the idea he could be gay it had been too hard to keep up with her. The last had been a failed attempt, a boy called John who'd been ready to state opinion on any matter well before he knew anything about it. Blaine had gotten angry at him pretty quickly; after about ten letters in a week trying to help him think about his views he'd left an angry letter and removed him from his 'eAddress list'. But he'd stayed with Dave since day one.

Heading towards the cafeteria, about to turn off his phone, Blaine noticed a text from Wes.

URGENT WARBLER MEETING

BE THERE OR DIE!

Laughing quietly at the message, he still changed direction and sped up; you didn't want to be late for Wes. He received no less than five of these messages in the three minutes it took to reach the practice room, but was only given a glare upon arrival, as he was a few minutes early. Settling into his usual seat, he watched the 'late' Warblers receive their varied punishments (from standing one legged for two minutes for each half-minute they were late, to sitting in the uncomfortable chairs, to getting no solos for a month) with shock on their faces as they stared at the clock that pronounced there was still one minute until time.

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Blaine was enjoying a standard 'Urgent Warbler Meeting'. David and Wes, deciding that they weren't practising performing enough, had scheduled an 'impromptu' performance for tomorrow. Now they were going over the basic science of part singing, giving him a chance to relax in the knowledge that he didn't need to be doing anything. Glancing down at his phone out of habit, he noticed Dave had sent him a 'letter'. 'Opening' the bad graphic of an envelope he read through the message. Staring at his phone in confusion Blaine stood up, to the surprise of his fellow Warblers.

"Junior Warbler Blaine!" David called, more in confusion than anger.

"I have to go."

"But this is important! We need to rehearse our harmonies, choreography and performance technique before tomorrow's..." but he was cut off by Blaine, waving the hand that wasn't holding the phone in an extremely distracted and 'leave me alone, fly' manner, and muttering, "yeah, yeah. Impromptu performance here tomorrow lunch, teenage dream, step click, three parts, don't spread the word until after practice then. I've got it."

And still waving, still staring at his phone, he left.

Once outside he made his way to his dorm room, reading and re-reading Dave's cryptic message over and over, trying to plot the best possible response to something so general and ill-boding. Running his hand through his hair he huffed in frustration. For once he'd just like to talk to Dave face to face.

I need to tell you something.

But I need to know you'll try to understand.

If you don't trust me please tell me now.

I need to talk this through with someone.

Reply.

Please.

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