2014, still

"I just came down here from my new apartment.

I know what you're thinking, but let me explain. A lot has happened in this week. Rachel's advancing with her rehearsals. Artie got mugged, but they caught the man who did it. Sam moved out of the loft and I did too.

I was afraid. I was stupid. I'm really working on making this new life successful, but Elliott wasn't really helping. Again, I was stupid.

I've been complaining about him for weeks now. I got jealous.

But like I said, I was afraid. I hate that I need to keep reminding myself that Kurt loves me. I guess the shitty part of me keeps wondering why he loves me.

So I started giving him a lot of attention, and I didn't realise I was drowning him in it. I kept making him pancakes every morning. I kept wanting to dance with him. And then Madam Tibideaux gave me permission to follow extra classes. I was overjoyed, cause Kurt also followed those classes.

Then I started redecorating. The couch was a big miss, so let's not talk about that, but my office space was going to be amazing. I only didn't discuss it with Kurt beforehand. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was the last straw. Kurt snapped.

And I was frustrated too, because he once again mentioned Elliott. After a day of ignoring each other and me crashing on Wes's couch, I decided to do something about it and I went to Elliott to talk with him.

I should've known." He hangs his head. "It was so embarrassing. I cannot believe I did that. I yelled at Elliott like a maniac. You have no idea how happy I am that he's such a chill dude, cause otherwise I would've disappeared forever.

Elliott is great. We even wrote a song together. Everyone can bond over music.

After that, I took a water taxi to the Statue of Liberty. I needed some time to think. Remember how I told you weeks ago that I don't need an hour to admire the statue anymore. I needed almost six hours that day. But like I said, I needed time to think. I looked back on my actions and realised they were kind of questionable.

I want to punch myself for saying this, but Wes was right.

Why is he always right? I need a life of my own.

After that I decided that I needed to go home. Kurt and I talked and I think we're finally growing up. We were so drunk on love, so without thinking I just moved in with him and Rachel. I told him that we needed to weigh the pros and cons. We decided that I need to discover the city like he did. Don't get me wrong- I discovered the city, but I went to all the places Kurt recommended.

Maybe I will enter my second honeymoon period.

After some mind-blowing sex we started planning. I obviously had a lot of stuff littered around the loft and gathering all of that took a lot of time. The day afterwards we told the others our plan. To my surprise, Sam told us he had moved out of his apartment because he didn't agree with the, uh, policies of that place. To my bigger surprise, Mercedes arrived out of the blue.

So now, Sam, Mercedes and I are living together in a two-storey apartment paid by Mercedes's studio. Life is good."