Just to say that I'm from the UK and that I don't actually slander the English accent, just thought that Blaine would have fun doing it. Hope you like this and review. There are hints of Dear John if you read closely enough.

5. Letters

It's hard to be apart from the one you love.

Kurt and Blaine were no exception. Summer had come and they were pulled from their reality into a world of family, obligations and holidays.

But even though it was hard- they knew that they had all the time in the world to make up for lost moments.

Letters were the preferred choice of communication, what could be more romantic and personal than a letter? To know that the hand you've been aching to touch one more time had instead caressed the thick paper, leaving a trace of that same character that you love with all you're heart. Every stroke of a pen, every whisper of ink, every curl and line belonged to that person and the most you could do is touch it, hold it to your heart and pick up your own pen to reply.

But rather than living within the pages of Dear John, both were desperate to see each others face. Touch could not be the only sense to keep them satisfied. To hear and to see for themselves that the other is fine is a relief in it's self.

Letters also meant that they would have to anxiously wait for days at a time. Why wait when you can use the internet for now?

"So how's England? Managed to find Hogwarts yet?" Kurt said teasingly, his head propped on his hand, elbow resting lazily on the desk. On the screen of his computer Blaine laughed.

"Hogwarts is in Scotland, Kurt."

"I'm not going to ask how you even know that" Blaine laughed again.

"But seriously. Tell me everything!"

"Well…" Blaine adopted a fake British accent "Buckingham palace is frightfully delightful, the chips are pish posh and the Thames has an abominable smell to it. Darling you must come over next time!"

"They dont speak like that!" Kurt laughed.

"Could have fooled me." Blaine grinned. "But don't you think my accent was sexy at least?"

"… I'll come back to you on that." Kurt replied teasingly while Blaine protested.

Then Blaine sobered.

"I wish you were here Kurt." He admitted. "Everything's just… well I would have loved the West End more if you were here with me."

Kurt's throat tightened and with a slightly shaking hand he touched the screen. The place where, if Blaine had truly been sitting in front of him like his heart yearned for, Blaine's cheekbones would be.

"It's just another week Blaine. We'll be together before you know it." Kurt knew he had to be the strong one. It was Blaine who was away for three weeks, not him and he was the one who had to play house wife, waiting for her soldier to come back home. And he will come back.

A thousand miles away, Blaine also touched the screen, where Kurt's hand would be if he was sitting right in front of him.

To paint the scene in both's minds; Blaine's eyes were locked on Kurt's, Kurt's fingertips caressing Blaine's cheek while Blaine was resting on top of Kurt's hand.

Blaine wasn't going to deny that he had been listening to Pieces from Red and also Set the Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol on repeat for the past two weeks. While pieces may be a more haunting and angsty song reserved for rainy days where you're just fed up with everything, the first lines always struck Blaine the most...

I'm here again. A thousand miles away from you…

"I miss you."

"I miss you too."

And they hate the miles and the computer screens that separate them, preventing them from sharing just one more kiss.

Separation hurts. And yet it's comforting to know they weren't completely cut off, whether it's from words on a page to pixels on a screen.