I also want ever one to know that I hate love stories that are purely that. I'm an incredibly philosophical person, and though this is categorized under romance, I will be adding in philosophical ideas everywhere about a wide array of subjects. I do that a bit here. I'm writing a novel at the moment, not fan fiction, and though it could be considered a love story, I say it is a story about life and death and the philosophy of the universe.

This is short, I know, but as you might have noticed I do very quick updates.

Please review, I do not own glee.

Dear Blaine,

Today when you cried, you kept apologizing and it hurts me to know that you feel you have to. You have dealt with so much these past few weeks, and you have braved through watching the people you once called friends throw you around. Please Blaine, do not apologize. I just want to be there for you. Please know that I know what you're feeling. I may not know what it is like to be betrayed by friends, and I may not know what it is like to be rejected by my family, but I do know what it is like to be victimized based on something you can't help, something you wish you didn't have.

There was a long amount of time where I tried everything I could to like girls. I even stole a playboy magazine once. All I ever wanted was to be just like everyone else. But I knew, as I think you know, that it matters not what someone is born, but what they grow up to be. I accepted that I always have been this way and I cannot change it, and I should not try to change it just to comfort those who I am neither hurting nor involved with. I hope you see this too, and I think you may since you came out, though I know that can sometimes happen accidentally or without your consent. My dad said he knew since I was 3.

Now that I've got that out, I want to say I'm incredibly exited to have coffee with you on Saturday. I'm always so nervous about talking to people, I can never quite manage small talk, but it's like what you said in your last letter. I feel blindly comfortable around you for some reason. It's like I trust you for absolutely no reason. I have to admit, it frightens me a bit as well, but it also makes me happy. For some reason, it makes me feel more alive.

Please don't be frightened Blaine. You shouldn't have to feel frightened in school or your own home. I know fear is necessary to stay safe, and I'm not saying be fearless because it your situation that would be dangerous, but just know that I'm here if you need someone, and know that sometimes fear can be worse than that which inspires it.

Sincerely,

Kurt

Kurt handed the scroll tied with purple string to Blaine later that day as they walked to class together. Somehow, the bullies seemed more reluctant to physically hurt Blaine when he wasn't alone, but that didn't stop them from shouting profanities and taunts at him. Blaine kept his head held high, something Kurt hadn't seen at all lately, though given this was the second time they had talked face to face and Kurt may have just not seen it. He thought he might have been giving Blaine courage. Kurt knew it was an act, he knew because most of his outward confidence was an act as well, but it was still progress.