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Dear Blaine,

I completely understand why you would be angry at my letter. I know how much it sucks to be pitied and I understand what it's like for that to be the last thing you want. I don't pity you Blaine, I didn't write you that letter because I felt sorry for you, it was because I wanted to do for you what no one ever did for me.

For what situation is worse, I think they are both incredibly painful in their own ways. I want you to know that you don't have to be fake in front of me. I know we don't really know each other, and I know we've hardly spoken a word to each other out loud, but if we ever do get to know each other I am certain that I would not judge you for anything. I love to sing to, and it may be too big of a step for now and I have no idea if you would ever be interested, but the glee club is always looking for more people, and I know they would never judge you because they were the first people to never judge me.

It infuriates me to hear about how your parents are treating you. I know I am lucky, and I know I have what so many people want, because my father and his wife accept me no matter what, and Finn does now after a lot learning. I wish I could give that to you, I wish I could give it to every kid who has been rejected because of something they cannot help.

I am so happy to know that I have given you comfort, it was the exact thing I was trying to do when I wrote to you, and I will always have a shoulder for you to lean on, and I will always be a friend if you want me to be. Please don't be scared Blaine, I promise you, it always gets better.

-Kurt.

Kurt handed the letter to Blaine in the morning in the same manner Blaine had given his letter. He looked into Blaine's eyes as he slipped the piece of paper tied with purple string into the boy's hand, and smiled before walking away without a word. The next morning Blaine did the exact same, slipping a scroll of paper tied with gold string into Kurt's hand before walking away. as Kurt got into his car to read the letter, he noticed a tear stain in the upper right quadrille and touched his finger to it as he began to read the calligraphy like writing.

Dear Kurt,

I am beyond saying I hope I am not being strange, and I am beyond hoping you do not get freaked out by what I say. If there is one thing I have learned in the past few days it is that hiding who you are and hiding your feelings only delays and worsens the moment when it all comes out. I'm not going to hold back what I want to say.

Kurt, you have made me so happy with your two letters, you have made me see a light at the end of an incredibly long and dark tunnel. I keep thinking about how lucky I am that you had the courage to slip that note into my locker. It seems like every moment of my life is hell until I see you walk through the hallway and I remember how you've shown me with your words that there is always someone who cares. Maybe my parents don't care anymore, and maybe I lost all my friends, but I hope with all my heart that I can have at least one friend. One friend that can be what no other friend could be all my life, and that is a best friend. I have never had a best friend.

I'm not so afraid anymore and it is because of your letters. I know I am being incredibly, to use your word from your first letter, audacious, and I am so frightened to give this to you, but I want to tell you how I feel. I have this strange feeling in my chest, or perhaps the absence of the feeling I'm used to when talking to someone and it's a feeling of trust. It's like I trust you blindly at the moment, and it frightens me.

I'm on a roll here, and I might as well get it all out at once. Will you go to the llama bean coffee house with me some time this weekend? I'm not saying it's a date, and I'm not saying it's not, but I just walk to talk to you in person. You seem like such a nice person on paper, I wish so much to know you in person.

Please do not feel freaked out, but with these past few weeks I just don't think I could hold my feeling in much longer.

-Blaine