Hello, here is another one shot that I wrote, before I wrote the chapter it's based in actually.

Anyway I know I make mention to this but you guys don't know what the letter actually says, so I decided that I would give you the letter that Sebastian's Father wrote to him the day he found out he was dying.

So, this letter Sebastian's Father wrote the moment he got home from the hospital after hearing that he had two weeks left to live. He'd convinced the doctor's to let him have one more night at home before he would spend the rest of his life in a Hospital ward.

Please understand that I am not condoning how Sebastian's Father treated him, or in no way am I saying it is acceptable. This is Sebastian's Father's apology letter and nothing more.

I am so sorry about the delay, I am going through personal issues once again but I promise to be back on track as soon as possible. You will never know how much I appreciate you after all of the waiting I put you through. You guys mean so much to me, thank you. *heart*

Warning: You may cry.

Big Brother: Sebastian, my son.

Dear my only son, Sebastian.

Look son, I know that your first thought is to throw this letter away without giving it a second glance and I can completely understand. Could you just give me a chance that I don't deserve and just finishing reading? I know this doesn't make up for anything and I know how weak a man this makes me because I can't say it to your face, but that doesn't mean I don't mean it.

One A4 Page Sebastian, that's all I ask even though I know it's asking too much.

I am dying.

The Doctor's say it isn't long, two weeks they've given me. Who would've thought that some random person telling you you've only got two more weeks to live would be such a big deal. You know how people always say before they die their life flashes before their eyes, how you see everything you love? Everything you've done wrong, memories you'll never forget? Well my first and only thought was you.

I know you're probably thinking I'm just saying this after the way I've treated you. I'm not proud of the things I did to you or to your Mother, but especially you. You are my son, at the end of the day I should love you no matter what, and I do. I've just never been able to show you because you locked me out. Now I'm not saying I didn't deserve it, because I did. I just hate the fact that I never got the chance to make it up to you and now it's too late.

You probably think that I have no idea what you do with your life, who your friends are, or even about that guy you've been dating, but I do. I know that you work very hard in your publishing firm and I even have a bookshelf dedicated to all of the books you've published. I know you live somewhere in Manhattan and I know you have two very very good friends who have been the family you've deserved.

I know you're probably thinking I haven't changed, that I was too set in my ways, that I hate you too much purely because you were gay, and I did hate you. Now I don't expect that to not hurt and I don't expect you to understand, but I was brought up in a very wealthy, very proper family where you had to be one way or you were out. I was brought up with the understanding that being gay was a sin, that it was wrong. I know now, that I was wrong.

At a meeting a few years back I met this man, Lima Ohio's congressman, Burt Hummel. We had a few beers and we got to talking, I asked him how he could approve of same sex marriage and relationships when society claims it to be so wrong. His answer; his son. He told me about his son, his son who he'd known was gay from the age of four years old, how he had never been more proud of his son until the day he'd opened up to him and told him he was gay at the age of fifteen.

He told me everything his son had been through, everything he'd had to watch his son struggle with because the world told him he was wrong because of something he was never given the choice about in the first place.

I had to have him explain that bit because I couldn't understand how being gay wasn't his choice. I had never thought about it like that before, he told me that being gay wasn't a choice and when I insisted it was, he asked me one simple question that left me speechless. 'If your son choose to be gay, then tell me, when did you choose to be straight?' That was the one and only time in my life I didn't know what to say, because he was right. I didn't choose, I just knew.

The conversation moved on and I talked about you and how we didn't talk anymore because of your sexuality. He told me he hadn't wanted a gay son, he'd wanted a son who he could pay football with and go and see basketball games with, but that that didn't make him love his son any less. In fact he told me it made him love him more. And to this day he would never, ever ask for another son because he is so proud of how he has handled everything that the world has thrown at him and the amazing young man he had come become in spite of the world around him.

I'll be honest, I took what he said in my stride, I still thought that he was wrong, still thought that having a gay son would ruin my life, my career, my family. Even though I couldn't dispute the fact that you didn't choose this life for yourself like I'd always accused, it was what he said next that made me rethink everything. It was his next words that made me realise how wrong I was.

When his son was seventeen, after a tremendous week of bullying at school he'd walked into his son's bedroom with a question about tea to find him passed out on his bed, a note on his dresser and an empty pill bottle in his hand. He told me how angry he was at himself for not trying harder to protect him, for over looking everything because he was gay and for never being there to listen because his sexuality made him uncomfortable.

He told me how scared he was, how much he hated himself for not doing enough for him. This man told me that it's true what they say, you never really know how much you love something until it's almost gone. He had never stopped loving his son, but it wasn't until that moment he realised that loving his son wasn't going to be enough. That was his defining moment. From that moment on his entire world shifted and everything changed.

I went home that night and I thought about you, how I hadn't spoken to you in months. How I didn't even really no where you were, but all I kept thinking about was that fishing trip we went on one day. Remember? We had caught a few fish and we'd released them all because you said it was the right thing to do. We were in the middle of a tickle fight, you were winning, when our boat capsized.

We got so cold and wet we had to change into the rags in the back of my car. Then we stopped at the little cafe, Fishy Fries Cafe, for a hot chocolate, you asked for extra marshmallows and the woman gave you a whole bowl because you were so polite, I'd never seen a bigger smile on your face.

I remembered the relationship we had and I realised I missed it and I have no one to blame but myself.

I never stopped loving you Sebastian, no matter what I said, it was just the case that my hatred of your sexuality stopped me from seeing how much I really did love you.

I just need to explain a few things to you because I won't be able to do it in person and you know what you're mother is like when it comes to business. Attached to this letter you will find my will, everything is yours. The house, the business, the cars, the vacation homes, it's all yours. I'm not doing this to buy your forgiveness Sebastian, I am doing this because you are my son and I love you and it's what's right.

Do with them what you will, sell the business, the cars, the vacation homes. Sell everything if that's what you want. I just ask that you let your Mother live in our family house as long as she wants to and that you make sure she is okay. I know your Mother treated you worse in some ways then I did, but I know you still have some connection with her, so please don't ever lose that.

I should have discussed this with your Mother really but instead I am writing it to you because it means more to you then it would your Mother. Or well it meant more to you, back then. When I'm gone Sebastian I want to be cremated and I want my ashes to be spread over that lake where we went fishing, because when I look back over the last thirty years of my life, that is the one moment that means more to me then anything.

Now I don't expect you to be there when this happens, or even at my funeral, I don't deserve your grief and I know that, I just want you to know where and why I want my last moment on earth to happen. I no that if you're reading this then I'm not there any more, and I know that won't really make much of a difference in your life because I haven't been there for you since you were fifteen years old, but I want you to know that even though I'm gone and that you hate me. From now on, I will always be here for you.

Before I go Sebastian, I want you to know how much I love you. How proud of you I am and all that you have accomplished on your own. I know you have friends in New York, and that they're your family and I am so happy that you've been able to find what I should have provided in someone else.

I know you will go onto achieve great things, that you will reach your dreams, I believe in you Sebastian and I have so much hope for you. I hope, Sebastian, that one day you will find that man that will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I hope that wherever you're living that you will be able to get legally married surrounded by all of your friends that mean the world to you.

Most of all, I hope you'll have kids with your husband. You would make an amazing Dad Sebastian, don't let people like me and the ignorance of the world stop you from raising a family because you will much a fantastic Dad Sebastian, you will never be like me so please don't ever think like that, like you're turning into me because I know that you never will. I know that I won't ever get the chance to see this myself but I really hope that one day your Mother will be at your wedding, and that one day she will get to meet the little darling you can call your own.

I know I don't deserve your forgiveness and that's why I'm not asking for it. I don't deserve anything from you so I am just very grateful that you took the time out of your life to read this letter.

It's a bit over an A4 page so I thank you for sticking through with me until the end, even though I'd never done the same with you.

I am proud of you Sebastian, and I love you.

I'm sorry.

Your Father.

:'( Ah it's so sad!

Hope you guys enjoyed, I'm not sure if enjoyed is the right word, this little letter. It was heartbreaking to write, especially considering Glee's 'home' was playing in the background while I wrote this!

Well I'll see you next update!

Love Kaylee xx