Author's nothes: to the anon that reviewed the first chapter, thank you so much for your words and believe me when I say I don't really know how I came up with this idea, it just hit me out of nowhere.

Also, I apologize for not uploading last week, but as you can imagine, this week wasn't a good one, and I really didn't feel like writing. I'm sorry.

Once again, the chapter's short, but I really don't seem to have control on the length. I guess it's part of my writing style, I don't know. I hope it won't disappoint you.

When Blaine got home dinner wasn't ready yet, so he just went to his room and turned on the computer to check his inbox: he always did, even though he usually didn't recieve many e-mails. That day he found four new messages: two were just spam, one was from Rachel Berry (it was the usual e-mail about how she had the perfect idea for a solo etc etc: he closed it after reading the first sentences), but the third one was actually a surprise: it was from Cooper. He opened it, suddenly really interested in whatever his brother had to tell him.

Hi Blainey!

Okay, okay, I know I shouldn't call you that, Blaine. I can imagine you rolling your eyes at that nickname, but I can't help myself, it's my favourite.

You're probably wondering why I wrote you an e-mail instead of calling you . I hope I didn't alarm you! I just wanted to talk to my little brother, and I'm saving my voice for an audition (I might get a part on Criminal Minds! Isn't it exciting?)

So, how have you been lately? The last time I phoned mum she told me you're a lot happier these days. Is there any reason in particular, jitterbug? You should keep me more informed about the details in your life. I can understand if you don't enjoy talking to those old ass parents of ours, but I'd be glad to know more about what happens to you. Mum said you made some new friends at school . It was high time you opened up a bit. Why don't you tell me about them? Did you join some club? Do you actually go out with them sometimes?

Not that I'll judge you if you don't, let me be clear. One step at a time, right? Believe me when I say this things make me proud of you. As opposed to most people, I understand why you've always preferred your room to the rest of the world. Humanity sucks, man. Remember that time those kids at my school threw me in the dumpsters? It wasn't even the first time they bullied me like that, just because I was smart enough to know already what I wanted to do with my life and avoided wasting my time with them. And now look where I am! One day I'll be one of the most famous actors in the USA and they'll eat their hands because they had the chance to be my friends and didn't take it. Ha!

Sorry, I'm rambling. How weird of me, huh? Anyway, this e-mail doesn't actually have a point. Just answer me soon. As impossible as it seems, life in LA can be boring, sometimes.

Coop

Blaine didn't really like communicating in that way, but he made an effort, because Cooper's interest warmed his heart. He began to type his answer, ending up late for dinner.

Hello Coop,

I'm not gonna lie, receiving an e-mail from you actually surprised me, since I'm well aware of how much you hate writing. It must run in the family. But it also made me really happy.

And I'll be glad to fulfill your curiosity. Yes, I actually made some new friends, and I joined Glee club, which is wonderful because

But at that point he was interrupted by a light weight on his shoulder. He turned around immediately, to find Kurt, standing in front of him, his left hand still lingering on him. He wasn't really touching him, of course, but Blaine could just sensehis presence, and it made him so calm and content.

"Hi." The ethereal boy whispered. Then he seemed to notice the lit up screen behind him and became thoughtful. "Did I interrupt you? I could just... I don't know, come back later?"

This insecurity was totally new to Blaine.

"Don't worry, it wasn't anything important." He hurried to close the open tab after saving the e-mail as a draft and then just turned off the computer. When he faced Kurt again, the boy was still looking at him tentatively.

"Hey, did you hear me?" the curly headed teen said.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I don't even know where all these doubts came from." Kurt smiled and let his shoulders slump a little, in a gesture of relaxation.

"Why don't you stay for a while? We can talk a bit until mum doesn't call me to eat." He motioned for him to sit on his bed. The boy nodded and did so.

"How were rehearsals today?" he asked, his argentine voice louder.

"Exhausting." Blaine stated, sitting down next to him. "But I had fun, and for a moment, I even considered telling Sam about..." he paused, gesturing between them "well, this. My, mmh... my other world."

Kurt looked alarmed. "Are you sure he wouldn't, you know... freak out? Like everyone else usually does?"

Blaine sighed. "No, I'm not, but he's my best friend, Kurt, and I figured that I should be able to confide in him. He's honestly the kindest person I know, and, like everyone else in the club, doesn't seem to mind too much about his friends' eccentricity. But the fact that I want to talk to him more doesn't mean it's easy. Today's try was totally vain."

He reached out for Kurt's hand, wishing once again he could actually take it. The boy's fingers intertwined with his, but it certainly wasn't like holding hands with a – well, with a real person. But he didn't want to think about it in that moment. Kurt's presence was enough to reassure him in times like these.

"Blaine, don't worry too much about it." the boy responded, seemingly having gained his usual sureness back. "It's okay to take your time with these things. Especially given the reactions you got in the past."

Blaine knew he was right. He always was. But he couldn't help feeling helpless. It was in his nature, probably.

"So, why don't you tell me about the songs you're preparing? When are they gonna give you a solo, huh?" Kurt smirked.

Blaine huffed. "Oh, c'mon, I'm not good enough to get a solo..."

Just as soon as Kurt opened his mouth to contradict him like he always did when he tried to belittle his talent, they heard three knocks on the door.

"Dinner's ready" his father announced.

"Coming!" Blaine answered quickly. He got up and left his room.

"I love you." He murmured, looking at Kurt one last time beore closing the door behind him.

The boy didn't answer. He never said it back.

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