This part of the story was not in A Walk to Remember, nor was it inspired by it. I just got this idea while I was typing up and english essay, so I hope you enjoy my creativity. By the way, I'm going to go see Darren in H2$ on January 12th! I'm literally screaming in my head right now. I can't wait, but I also realized that I am going to finish this story before I go, so when I start my next story (which will be when I get back from NYC) I'll write about my experiences. One more chapter to go after this! Thank you for your comments, they make me laugh and cry!

The red envelope lay on Blaine's stomach, just mocking him. It had been about three hours since everyone who came back to the Hummel-Hudson's actually left, and now, it was about 11 pm. Blaine wasn't tired, not even close. Instead, he lay sprawled across his bed after changing into a t-shit and a pair of sweatpants. He tried to get some sleep and forget about the day, he really did, but that damn letter was keeping him up. He tossed and turned, messing up his duvet and sending pillows flying. Eventually, he turned on his lamp and grabbed the letter off of his desk.

Sitting up and laying back against the headboard, Blaine stretched his legs out and took a deep breath. He carefully slid the opening of the envelope, not wanting to rip the paper or damage whatever was inside. A small, folded sheet of white paper fell onto Blaine's lap. It was slightly crinkled, but still in good condition.

Blaine picked up the paper off his lap and unfolded it. The paper smelt of fresh ink, even though the letter couldn't have been very new. He began to read, smiling when he saw the letter was written completely in Kurt's handwriting.

Blaine,

I'm writing this on our wedding night. That sounds pretty cheesy, but I am. It's about four o'clock in the morning, and the sun hasn't even come out yet. Right now, you're sleeping on my bed, snoring away adorably as I got up and wrote this. Don't worry, though, I promise I came right back to you when I finished.

I don't even know why I'm writing this to you right now, Blaine. Maybe I'm just doing it for sentimental reasons, or maybe so I can get some closure with myself. But for whatever reason I'm doing this, I just need you to know that I love you. I'm in love with you know, then, and always will be, even after I'm gone. If you are reading this right now, that probably means I'm not longer around anymore. And I'm sorry, Blaine. I never wanted this to happen, not you me, you, or anyone else. I should have told you the moment we started going out, because I sort of knew we were going to be together forever. But now you know, and it sucks pretty bad.

I remember the first time I ever lay eyes on you. It was the second week of freshmen year. We were much younger than, with our acne starting to bloom and out voices cracking with the natural bitch called puberty.

Blaine chuckled and then went back to reading.

This is going to sound so creepy, but I actually saw you in your gym class, running around the McKinley track. That's probably not very romantic, spying on someone all sweaty and dressed in shorts, but I'm not going to lie. I thought you were very, very cute. I didn't have a crush on you or anything, because I didn't know you well enough to be able to do that. Just those nervous, jittery butterflies people get when they see someone attractive.

"Which is how I felt about you," Blaine whispered to himself.

I was very surprised to see you spying on me for once, three years later in the choir room. I was pretty embarrassed, standing on that chair in the middle of the room, pretending like I was on Broadway. And when I heard you singing your original song by yourself, I knew you just had to be in the musical. Such a talent like that couldn't be put to waste. Your voice was and still is beautiful. I love watching you perform, you put so much of yourself into it. So that's why when you asked me if I could help you with your lines, of course I said yes. I didn't just want to help you, Blaine, I wanted to know you and what you were all about. When I started to learn the basics of you, you reminded me of a really good book. I couldn't put you down and I just wanted to keep reading.

Blaine blushed in his dim-lighten room.

I don't even know why you fell in love with me. But you did, and I felt like the luckiest person in the world when you told me that night on our first date. I remembered how nervous I was planning my outfit and pacing around in my room. I'd never, ever been on a date before. But when you told me you loved me, I wanted so badly to say it back. I did. But I was terrified. You loved me, and I was dying. I couldn't say it back, not at that moment, not right away. You loving me could possibly mean a complicated, angry relationship. I thought you would have left me or something when you found out I was sick. I'm so, so sorry I ever had those thoughts, Blaine. You were so loyal to me, always by my side when I was in pain, always making me feel alive. Every day with you was an adventure. Everyday, I felt loved.

I have no idea when you'll read this. Maybe it will be in ten years, maybe in five minutes. Who knows? All I know is that you loved me, and it was the greatest gift someone could ever give me. I will understand if you ever want to move on after I am gone. If you want to re-marry, start again, I will completely respect that choice. And I will be happy for you.

"Not likely going to happen, Kurt," Blaine muttered under his breath.

I just need you to know that wherever I am, and wherever you are, I love you. I love you more than anything I've ever loved in this world, and I mean it completely. Please, please believe me when I say that if I didn't have this sickness, I'd be with you forever. After death included. Blaine, thank you so much for everything you've done for me. Thank you for inspiring me, for caring about me, loving me unconditionally. You changed my life just as I hoped I changed yours. These past few months made me feel more alive than ever before. I know I'll see you again after I am gone one day. And when that day comes, it will be the most glorious day ever.

Love, love, and love again,

Kurt.

Blaine folded the letter back in his hands, letting it tumble onto his lap. Large, moist tears rolled down his cheeks and over his lips, falling to his duvet, but he smiled. He smiled the biggest smile a human could possibly make, because he was lucky. He was lucky to be able to spend some time with Kurt, even if it was for a short time. The memories could last Blaine a life time.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine whispered into his bed, sinking down into the covers and placing the letter on his bed side table. He hugged the pillow closely to his chest, imagining it was Kurt. What happened to the both of them was terrible and tragic, so painful that hurt to think about it. But for a while, for a brief, quick second, it had been beautiful. It was worth the pain, the tears and suffering, the battles and struggles. It was worth it, because they had each other. For the first time in a long time, Blaine was able to get some sleep. There'd always be the empty hole inside of him because a piece was missing. But even if he didn't know it yet, that hole would slowly start to heal.

Blaine had another dream that night about Kurt. In the dream, Blaine was walking through a large crowd with a city surrounding them. He couldn't tell exactly what city it was, most likely New York or something like that. Kurt had told Blaine that he'd only been to New York once for a glee club competition, but he wanted to go again and live there someday.

There were throngs of people. Some people, Blaine recognized, random faces that he'd seen on the street or in his life that walked by in the noisy mess. It was dark outside, but everything was visible because of the blinkering lights and street posts. Blaine was all by himself, just trying to push past the river of people, searching and searching for something he didn't know he was looking for. You know when you walk into a room, but your mind sort of blanks out and you forget what you came for? And you walk out of the room disappointed because you left empty-handed? That's how Blaine felt, except he was determined to not give up.

He felt like a salmon swimming upstream, all the people shoving past him because they were walking in the opposite direction. But then, like a blu, he saw him. Standing in the middle of the crowd, dressing like he always did and looking like he always did, Kurt was there, smiling proudly. The boys eyes locked, and they lunged for each other. Running at top speed, zooming by random strangers and babies in strollers. When they met, it was spontaneous. Kissing, holding each other tightly, all feeling so real and yet not being real at all...

"There you are," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his nose into Blaine's neck.

"I've been looking for you forever," Blaine whispered back, beaming like he'd discovered the best thing ever brought into the world.

And when Blaine woke up, he realized that he had indeed found it.