The updates will probably be fairly close together due to the shortness of the chapters. Sorry for that, by the way, it's just hard to make them long with this format I'm using.

Anyway, please review, and I do not own glee.

Kurt waited 2 whole days for some sort of sign from Blaine that he had received Kurt's letter. Indeed, he even though with a little stab of horror that Blaine had been so offended that he was refusing to show signs of recognition out of indignation, for it seemed no matter how often they were in close proximity to each other, Blaine's eyes were always determinately not on Kurt. In the end, however, Kurt decided that Blaine had just not gotten the letter, and that this must have been a sign that the entire idea was absolutely ludicrous.

People still stared at Kurt in the hallways, evil words and venomous voices seemed to fallow Blaine, which was apparent to anyone at McKinley high. Kurt was certain that the bullying would, eventually, die down, but for the moment it seemed every time Kurt saw Blaine he was either being shoved into a locker or having that unforgivable word shouted in his direction. Blaine had seemed to become more and more Brocken as the two days wore on. The bruises on his cheeks were not healing quickly, and he was walking with a slight limp that Kurt guessed was from landing rather harshly in a dumpster. His eyes seemed to have lost their light, and were always wet and puffy; he seemed to be trying to hold back sobs every time Kurt saw him.

On the second day after Kurt had slipped the purple stringed letter into Blaine's locker, he found the diminished looking boy trying to get his attention after school as Kurt made his way to his car. Blaine did not speak, he just took Kurt's hand and put a folded up piece of paper into it while looking straight into Kurt's eyes with an expression of sadness, and Kurt thought he saw thankfulness behind the bloodshot, chestnut brown eyes. Blaine turned away without a word, and Kurt looked down at the letter to find it tied with gold string. He got in his car and opened the letter with trembling fingers.

Dear Kurt,

When I first found your letter I was angry. I was still in the mindset that everything could be reversed, that I could somehow get all my friends back. I'm not going to lie, I wrote a letter telling you to back off and that it was none of your business, but before I could finish writing, I remembered you're words. You can find happiness in people you had never guessed you could be friends with. It was then that I realized that these people who I called friends were never even close to friends and even through all the pain they had caused me, that realization had not once crossed my mind. I apologize for not taking you seriously at first, for not seeing the true meaning behind your letter, though I know you wouldn't even know I had if I hadn't just told you.

I've been nice to you all these years because I wished I was you, Kurt. I have no idea which situation is worse, to have to come out to people who had absolutely no idea you were gay, or to have people know before even you knew. Everything in my life has been fake, my friends, my family, my interests, and my sexuality. I enjoy football, I do, but there's so much more I like that I have had to keep secret all my life because I was so scared people would guess what I was. I love to sing, you know? I've never told anyone that.

I hope this isn't strange of me to be writing in such detail and to be getting so personal, maybe I'm a bit desperate for someone to talk to, a kind shoulder to lean on. You're the first person in the last week who has been nice to me, even my own parents won't look me in the eyes. Honestly, I'm scared, and now that I see the true meaning of your letter, it is giving me great comfort to know there is at least one person out there who understands. Thank you, Kurt. I feel stupid for never getting to know you before this, but I definitely want to get to know you now, if you want to get to know me.

Sincerely, Blaine.

Kurt whipped a tear from his cheek, smiling at the letter written in what looked like calligraphy, and made his way home with a feeling of hope inflating his chest like a sponge being drenched in warm, scented water.

Thank you so much for reading!