Hi Kurt,

So, as you probably figured out from my postcard, I landed myself in detention again. Apparently, the Math class is not the best place to "have your head in the clouds, Mr. Anderson, there are serious issues to be solved outside your Glee club".

Like I don't know. I need to figure out this whole teleporting thing so we have a speedy way to get to each other. So I can be with you more than we've managed so far. Or a time machine so it can be the end of the year and I'm on my way to NYC.

Is it so much to ask that I want it to be next year already so I can fall asleep in your arms every night?

I'm being presumptuous, aren't I, thinking you'd want to live with me? Consider this a warning, though. Once we're in the same ZIP code, I'm not letting go.

Love you. Miss you.

Yours,

Blaine

PS: Seriously, LONGEST. YEAR. EVER!