Kurt,

��������������� I know you don’t understand, you can’t understand, but I need to do this. For myself. I’m not trying to be a savior, and I’m not trying to be a hero, damn it. I just, I don’t know, it’s something I need to do, I can’t explain it. I know you want me to go to school, and I will, I promise, I just…I’m not ready yet. I’ve known for a while that I wanted to take some time between high school and college, but I couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do with my time. I can’t explain it; it just felt like the right choice.

��������������� Please don’t be mad, Kurt, and try not to worry about me too much – I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself. Besides, you should be worrying about yourself, all alone in a new, very big city? Try not to get yourself killed or anything, new kid. And you have to tell me about everything. Tell me about your classes, and your professors, and your dorms, and the city, and your classmates and everything you’re doing. It kills me that I can’t be there with you, that I can’t take this step with you, so you have to make sure to tell me every little detail, so I can feel like I’m there with you. And keep me filled in on how Finn and the others are doing as well.

��������������� I hope London treats you well, and I hope you have a fantastic first few days. I miss you so much already. I love you, Kurt.

��������������� XOXO Blaine

PS. Starting soon the best way to get in touch will be via letter, because I don’t know how often I’ll be able to get on a computer.