Things are going better at home. Dad's getting stronger everyday, and soon, I'll let him walk on his own. I'm not letting him get off of our couch in the living room. The nice, safe couch, where he stays and can't fall over and get injured and… yes. He'll be safe.

I'm trying to get him to eat healthier, but who knows how difficult that's going to be. For starters, it really is so damn difficult to find saffron in Ohio. Yes, I mean all of Ohio. I've gone out of town dozens of times to go through any and all grocery stores that I come across. None. At all. Well, so far. There are a few nooks that I haven't checked out yet. For now, I'm sticking to grilling things, and using the healthiest broths I can find.

Second, the man insists on having one more slice of chicken than really needs. It's infuriating mostly. God, I mean, doesn't he know that that's the reason he- nevermind. I'm not getting into this again. He's alive, he's well, and he's here. Everything's peachy. It's fine.

…

We got a new recruit for Glee club this week. He's sort of goofy, but workable. He seems to get along with everyone, so that's good. And he looks good. The bottle blonde dye is a bit much, though. He denies it, of course, but I know better. The color is pretty uneven, and he should've let it set more down the back… anyway.

This week's assignment is duets, so I thought I might try to befriend the guy and get him to be my partner. He's new, and he joined Glee. He obviously doesn't know what he's getting himself into by joining the bottom feeders of McKinley, so I might as well try to toughen him up, and get him good and prepared. I already told him to keep a spare shirt and a towel in his locker. Oh my god, the look on his face was-

For a split second, I got excited because… I could've sworn he was you. I thought that maybe I'd actually found you. I tried to believe he was you, but I never got the feeling in the pit of my stomach that I thought I would feel. I never got that little bit of electricity down my spine whenever I saw him.

With you, time's going to stop. Our eyes will meet for the first time, and it'll just stop. I'll keep looking into big pools of whatever the color of your eyes may be, and I'll know it's you.

He's not you. He is definitely not you at all.

-Kurt