The first week was hard. Unbearable. Blaine couldn't fall asleep. He buried his face under his sheets with Simba and Kurt's penguin clenched to his chest while he cried. He felt lonely and scared. It was like he would never be happy again.

He kept to himself. Even when everyone was playing outside he stayed in the dormitory. He laid on his bed and smelled the scent of Kurt in from his sheets and the penguin. That was all he had left of him.

Only after three days he had left, Blaine got a letter from Kurt. It held pictures of his room, of the house he had moved to and a picture of Kurt with a brown cat. It made Blaine cry even more, but he was happy to see Kurt's face again.

In the letter Kurt told him about his new house, about his room and that he had his picture of them together on his nightstand. He told about the cat that his dad had got him. He had wanted to call it Simba, but it was a girl, so he had to call it Nala instead.

Every other line was the same:

"I miss you, Blaine"

It was a comfort. Kurt had all these new amazing things, and so many new things was happening around him, but he still hadn't forgot about him.

Blaine wrote back. He didn't have much to say besides that he missed him too. He felt foolish for not writing a long letter back, but he didn't want to tell Kurt how much he cried over him. He didn't want to make him sad now that he was so happy.

It got easier now that he got letters from Kurt. The second he got a letter he hurried to sit down and read it so he could send one back. They told each other about what their days were like and Blaine sent pictures of himself with Tina, pictures of stuff he did and of the pictures Kurt had sent him hanging over his bed.

Blaine started to be with Tina every day. They ate together, played together and spent most of their time together, and after some time it was mostly at night Blaine cried. Tina didn't join him in his bed as Kurt always did, and he didn't want her to. It was Kurt's spot, and if Kurt didn't sleep there he didn't want anyone else to sleep there.

She comforted him when he missed Kurt. She joined him when he was reading instead of watching movies, and she helped him when he needed it. She even stood up for him to the older boy who always teased him.

xXx

Kurt didn't call him. It didn't mean that much though, because the exchange of their letters were so frequent that it nearly felt like they talked. But Blaine missed his voice.

Every time Blaine sat down to write back he wanted to ask if Kurt had convinced his dad to let him move in with them, but he didn't dare writing it. He didn't want to make Kurt feel that he should do it for him if he didn't want it anymore, or if his dad had said no and Kurt was afraid to tell him.

So he accepted that this was how the things were and was happy about the letters and the pictures Kurt sent him. On his 8th birthday Kurt sent him a purple bowtie and Blaine decided to never stop wearing it.

When he had a solo for the choir's concerts a grown-up would film it and they would send the video to Kurt, and he did the same. It was nice, and that way he could remind himself that each time he stepped onto the stage he should make it better than best so he could make Kurt proud of him.

It nearly felt okay again. Blaine hung out with the boys almost as much as he hung out with Tina. He played sports with them and started doing all the things he never did with Kurt because Kurt didn't like it. Each time he tried something new he hurried to write it out so he could tell Kurt all about it.

But suddenly something happened; Kurt stopped answering his letters.

Blaine wrote out a letter as reply to Kurt's and sent it out, but nothing came back. He waited two days, three day, four days, but nothing came back. After a week Miss Pillsbury suggested that he wrote a new letter.

"Maybe it disappeared in the mail," she said, and Blaine hoped that she was right. He sat down and wrote a new letter. This time he made it better than the last and he decorated it as good as possible with Kurt's favorite colors, and added pictures from what he had been doing over the week. First thing next day he made sure Miss Pillsbury got the letter so she could send it out.

Nothing came back.

Blaine was miserable. He didn't understand why Kurt didn't send him anything back. He had kept writing how much he missed him, and he had sounded so happy in his letters. What could have happened that made Kurt not want to write him back?

"Maybe he's busy," Tina suggested softly, hoping that Blaine would see it as a probable explanation. He decided that it might be true, and tried to keep his fears away.

But after two weeks he still didn't hear anything. There was nothing.

He started to keep to himself again. Tina faithfully sat down next to him in the dining hall, sat next to him in the TV room and when he sat down alone while the other kids were playing and having fun. At the beginning she suggested different stuff they could do, but when Blaine kept declining her ideas she stopped saying anything. She merely stayed silent next to him while he was sad