2013, still

Blaine is holding a bouquet of daisies, again. But it isn't Christmas, or Logan's birthday.

"This is it, Lolo. My plane to New York leaves in a couple of hours. My things are all packed. Kurt and Rachel have a place for me to live. I got into NYADA. I'm going to New York."

Blaine knows he's going to cry. He's going to miss Logan. "I got you these. I don't know why. I just wanted to give you something. Lillie promised she would take care of you for me. She will tell you what's going on in my life, but I guess only once a month and you will never get the full story. I told her not to bother, since she's still recovering from her illness, but she insisted. She knows how much this means to me.

Logan. Thank you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for listening when you were still alive and thank you for still listening despite the fact that you died. Thank you for being there for me in this crazy way.

I'm excited, Lolo. I'm excited to start this new life. I haven't felt bad in such a long time. Everything is going uphill.

Maybe my Dalton therapist was right. Maybe I need to let go of you, but only now. I don't want to say that I don't need you anymore, but honestly, I have people to talk to. I have Kurt and Wes. And David and Sam. And so many more. None of them will understand like you do, but it is still good to have people to talk to.

I will be back, Lolo, for summer breaks and holidays, but there will come a time that I don't come back. There will come a time that I live in New York. New York. Kurt and I can get married there.

Thank you, Lolo. I miss you already." He puts down the flowers. "Take care, Logan Bandwill. I love you."