I arrive home to an almost empty house; that's odd. I'm back from the theatre early as the director gave us the afternoon off. I was looking forward to coming home and surprising Blaine with my earlier than expected presence. But here I stand, in the apartment – the only one occupying it being Springsteen, who's currently running backward and forward from the coffee table and me, barking. I try to shush him, make him stand still but he's ignoring me, continuing the route as if he's been commanded to so do. I walk further into the living space, calling out Blaine's name. No answer. I pull out my phone and send a text to him, letting him know that I'm home and where is he? Normally, I’d get a response within two minutes but now, still nothing. I'm trying to think about what could have happened but I can't concentrate with Springsteen's barking. I look down at the small dog, realising that he's still running back and forth from the coffee table, even though I've moved.
"Seriously, what's going on?" I say, bending down to run a hand down Springsteen's back and looking at the coffee table. 
I didn't notice before, but there's a note and a yellow rose on the table. I step over Springsteen, finally quiet and he follows me as I go to the note. 'Kurt' has been written on the front in Blaine's handwriting. I trace the letters carefully with my finger before unfolding it. It reads;

My sweetest love,

I have to stop and roll my eyes because really, my boyfriend is the sappiest person I know. I carry on,

(Yes I'm allowed to be soppy with this, it's my letter so stop rolling your eyes.)

He knows me so well.

I know you're home early from work (I have my sources) and I know I'm not there, but there's a reason. I have written another 11 letters, like this one, but you have to go out and find them. They're all in the same area, but in different places. You'll have to use your memories to find them.

I'm completely confused. What is all of this? I continue reading.

You may be confused but please, it will all be worth it. So, to find the next letter, you need to go to the place we first met. The first time I ever set eyes on you, when Springsteen ran away and I, the luckiest person alive, found him. I knew I loved that mutt for a reason.

I laugh, scratching said 'mutt's' head. The letter is almost finished.

I love you always, Blaine.

I smile, placing the letter in my bag before tugging my coat on and putting my bag over my shoulder, picking up the rose and heading out the door. 

I have such love for Central Park – it's one of the reason why I could never leave New York. It has more of an impact on me now, more than ever, because of Blaine. This is the place where I met the man that I needed so incredibly much. I didn't know just how much I needed him until he came into my life. Someone who's seen my scars from my past, heard everything and loved me through it all. He lights up my life, truly, and I don't know what I would do without him. 

I'm walking the same route I always do with Springsteen, but I turn off a corner, trying to remember where he ran that day, chasing a squirrel and ending up with an armful of Blaine. I come to the clearing, letting the memories wash over me;

I run, frantically, trying to follow him. I'm about to change my direction when I hear a familiar barking and round a corner to see a man, around my age, holding my dog. 
"Is he yours?" The man says, looking up at me.
"Yes! Um, yes, he is. He ran when he saw a squirrel - thank you for keeping him here," I say walking over and attaching the leash back onto his collar.
"No problem," the man says wiping the dirt of his knees. 
"Well thank you still," I reply, thinking for a minute before I decide to introduce myself. 
I hold out my hand, "I'm Kurt."
He takes it immediately, shaking it firmly, "Blaine," he says before reaching down to the dog.
"So, who is this little scamp?"
Momentarily distracted about how good looking this man is, I miss what he says, and feel like a complete idiot for having to ask.
"I- what? Sorry," Blaine chuckles, realizing that I had been checking him out. 
"See something you like?" he winks, and even with the cold weather you can tell that my cheeks turned red for a whole different reason. 
"I asked what your dog was called," he repeats as he continues to stroke him.
"Oh! That's Springsteen." I say and he lets out a laugh; have I missed a joke? "That explains it then!" I'm still confused.
"Obviously, he was born to run," he says, giving me another wink.

I remember the conversation fondly. I knew he was a dork from the very beginning. I look around and see Mercedes sitting on a bench.

My face lights up – What's she doing here?! I haven't seen her in such a long time. After being best friends in high school and graduating together, she went to LA and became a star. I rush over, hugging her tightly.
"Cedes! What are you doing here?" I ask, keeping her close.
"I missed you, boo!" She gives me a squeeze, pulling back, "And, I was told to give you these."
She's holding another letter and this time, a rose that's yellow with red tips. I smile softly, knowing the meaning of the colours – yellow symbolising joy and friendship and the red tips that mean falling in love with a friend. 
I open the note, 

See I have this all planned out. You're going to see more of your friends along the way because this is meant to be special and I know how special these people are to you. I was so happy when I gathered the courage to ask you out for the first time, when we met. It meant I was late for work, but you were, and still are, worth more than anything. Sometimes, I can't understand how one person, so imperfectly perfect can love me. The next place is our first date's location. I once said to you that a date is never complete without a walk and coffee and I'll let you in on a secret: I made that up. It was just an excuse to spend more time with you.

Oh Blaine, I knew that from the start. The letter finishes with,

I love you always, Blaine.

Mercedes puts a hand on my shoulder, "he must be special. I've never seen you this happy."
"He's my world, Cedes," I stare at the two roses, "I wish I could stay! But I have to go," I gesture to the note. 
"Don't worry about it, boo. You'll see me soon." She winks and walks away.
I shake my head, puzzled, but remember that I need to go to my next destination.