Rachel and Finn break up. Kurt spends the evening consoling a crying Finn. Finn is rightfully mad at Kurt as well, but he’s too devastated about Rachel to chew him out. He still loves her, but she used his passion to justify her bad actions, and Finn can’t get over that.

Heartbreak.

Kurt caused that as well.

The next day, Kurt checks the hallways. Not for homophobes, but for Blaine. When he’s certain that Blaine’s not at his locker, Kurt slips a piece of paper into it.

Dear Blaine.

This is Kurt. I have something big to tell you and you are absolutely free to hate me afterwards. I’ve thought of many ways of how to tell you the truth, but in the end, it turns out that I’m the coward and I’m writing you a letter. Mostly, because I am too afraid to face you after what I’ve done.

I know about Eddie Andrews.

My friend Rachel and I were foolish and stupid. As you know, the two of us want that NYADA scholarship and back when I heard that you want it too, I didn’t know you yet. I let my judgement colour my perspective of you, and I had decided that I hated you with great passion. Because you are popular. Because you are a “good gay”. Because you have everything.

Rachel and I decided to come up with a plan to extort you for personal information. Then, we’d use it against you. Yes, you’ve read that correctly and please believe me when I am deeply ashamed and that I am eternally sorry. Rachel and I created a fake Facebook account for me.

I am Eddie Andrews.

If you haven’t shredded this letter into pieces yet, then let me tell you again that I am so sorry. I was wrong about you. I thought you were just an absolute dumb idiot who didn’t know what it was like to live with hardship. You once wrote to Eddie that you don’t know me and Rachel and that our lives are none of your business. We aren’t as smart as you.

When I started this, I had malicious intent, but the more we spoke, the more I realised how wrong I was about you. A part of me has always known that this is bad, but when we became friends, I didn’t want to lose it. I justified it by saying that I was doing it for you. I didn’t want you to lose me after everything, and that’s partially true, but I also couldn’t admit that I couldn’t bear to lose you. Your messages were the highlights of my day. My best friend.

Please believe me that even though I lied about being Eddie, I never lied when I was proud of you etc. You are an extraordinary person and it’s foolish that I had to be such a fucking idiot in order to figure that out.

I was going to confess. I was ready to be torn apart by you.

And then you told me you loved me and I realised that there might be another reason why I couldn’t give up on you. Why I didn’t want to give up on you. I am not great with admitting my feelings either, and I am still kind of confused about everything, but you are right. There really is something between us. And I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I told you that I am a coward. This is the fifth version of this letter and there are still things left unsaid, since my head is reeling. There aren’t enough words to describe how utterly sorry I am.

I can imagine that you hate me and that you never want to hear from me again. I respect that. I just want you to know that you are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re kind, attentive, sweet, and more honest than I have ever been. You thanked me for being there for you, but the feeling is mutual. I don’t know who I would’ve been without you. Probably still the petty, manipulative horrible person who I used to be. Don’t see this as me excusing my behaviour. There’s no room for nuance. I did a bad thing, but I just want you to know that you were never the problem. I’m sorry.

Goodbye, Blaine.

Love,

Kurt.