Disclaimed.
Kurt takes a deep breath, picks up the bouquet of lilies and irises on the passenger seat, and steps out of his car into the crisp autumn air. As he starts the short walk, he thinks about what he wants to get out, about the hundreds of things he could say.
I've been practicing really hard. I really want that Defying Gravity solo, and I know I can hit the high F.
I've had to study a lot for the past few weeks; I got a B- on my last math test, and I know I can do better. I need to do better to get into a good performing arts school.
I've been thinking about trying out for the spring play next semester. I really think I could do a good job, and I've been spending hours looking for the perfect monologue for my audition.
You would not believe how many hours I've been working in Dad's garage for the past month. But it all paid off, because I finally have enough money to get that Hermes watch I've been eyeing for so long.
I'm sorry it's been so long. School and Glee and football have really been taking up a lot of my time. Yes, I know how you feel about football, but sometimes it's nice to feel like I'm one of the guys. As much as I can be, anyway. Plus it's really funny to get the guys to dance on the field.
I'm doing the best I can, but sometimes everything just gets to be too much, and I just need to spend some time alone, you know?
There's this amazing summer performing arts program in Los Angeles. It's really competitive, but I really think I have a good shot at getting in, so I've had to dedicate almost all my free time to pulling together my portfolio to send them. With any luck I'll get an audition in a few months.
He reaches his destination, and takes a deep breath, wondering where to begin. As it turns out, there's really only way to start.
"It's me, Kurt. I miss you so much Mom."