When I got home to find Rachel in the kitchen, glowing smile on her face, I knew I was in for a surprise. The minor pang of disappointment that said surprise wasn't Blaine in my bed (I miss him, sue me. Yes, I am aware that he was just here a week ago) disappeared at the sight of a letter in her hand. Sure, we write cards, probably more often than most people consider healthy (Finn has actually said so out loud when he called the last time), but a full letter, not as public as a postcard is a different ballpark.

A letter can hide secrets, be more private and so much more revealing, because it's meant for one set of eyes only.

And Blaine's was. Revealing in all the right ways, making my heart melt. I don't know how he does it, but his openness about his feelings, the way his heart is on his sleeve, makes me love him more than I was aware of before.

Dad said us being apart, me living in the city and us staying together through everything is a rite of passage, but I just wish it was over. Preferably now.