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"Blaine, you know I would never lie to you, right?"

They were on Blaine's bed, Kurt in comfortably loose fettle position and Blaine sitting criss cross, reading over some history notes. It was a common place for them to hang out lately due to the fact that Blaine's parents were almost always out on business, and Kurt's house was often cramped with Finns friends. Blaine had come back from the bathroom to find Kurt behaving solemn and reserved, as though deep in thought. He had not thought much of it however because Kurt was always thinking deeply about random things, something Blaine greatly admired about him. It was a calm Saturday full of last minute homework and avoidance of touchy subjects, a day just like any other, so Blaine was slightly taken aback by Kurt's question.

"Of course…" Blaine said suspiciously.

"Blaine, I am not a nosy person. I don't go poking through peoples things, and I would have never opened it if I didn't think it had fallen out of my bag but," Kurt took a deep breath as Blaine's stomach plummeted. It had to be the letter. It had to be, Kurt had said opened. He had written it a fortnight ago, but Kurt couldn't have known that. A small hope seemed to buzz inside the thick cloud of panic forming in Blaine's stomach. Maybe Kurt was talking about something different. All the same, Blaine could not help burying his face in his hands, thinking fleetingly of how silly he would look if Kurt was in fact talking about something completely different.

"But, oh, oh Blaine please doesn't be angry! I didn't mean to see it! I'm not judging you at all please believe me!" Blaine lifted his head from his hands, and Kurt must have seen humiliation in his eyes because his face loosened and his voice became softer. "Don't be embarrassed, Blaine." Kurt whispered.

"Let me see it" said Blaine placidly. He wanted to read the letter again to see exactly what he was dealing with. He hadn't read the letter since he had wrote it, and only had a vague idea of the secrets written in it. Kurt hastily reached behind him to get it, and passed it to Blaine looking anxious, and a bit curious.

Blaine opened the letter slowly, feeling his heart rate rising in his neck and the steady warming of his face, and started to read the words dear Kurt,

It wasn't as bad as Blaine had remembered. At least he hadn't written everything he was feeling at that time. If he had, he was certain Kurt would be off pulling strings to get Blaine in a mental hospital. He thought, fleetingly, how he might be better off at a mental hospital. Shaking that thought off along with the enormous relief that certain feelings hadn't been read, Blaine looked up to find a very curious expression on Kurt's face.

It looked as though Kurt was steeling himself. He had moved closer to Blaine, who suddenly felt even shakier than before. Why now? He was happy it was now, but could not help thinking that this was such an odd time for such a huge thing to be happening. They were, absentmindedly almost, moving even closer together. Kurt was staring right into Blaine's eyes, reading and taking in every single movement and emotion the latter's face portrayed. Blaine knew that if he showed even the slightest sign of shock, or disgust, or anything other than vulnerable comfort, Kurt would back away and be in tears before Blaine could fix his mistake. They were way too close now, but Blaine wished they were closer. He thought fleetingly of his father, his old friends, and fear crackled in his chest like fire, but was exterminated and forgotten at once as he saw the blue and green swirls of Kurt's eyes slowly close, and felt his own close as well, his chest inflating with fluttering happiness.

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Dear Blaine,

I still have not forgiven myself for reading that letter. I still get Goosebumps every time I think about how I kissed you, and how hard it was for me to get the courage to do so, but I go absolutely mad when I remember you actually kissed back. I'm so happy everything was like normal when we had both calmed down, and I'm also so thankful that you believe me when I say I did not judge you in the least for what you had written in the letter. I know it seemed like a strange time to do what I did, which is why I still get a little red whenever I think of it, but what I read in your letter really hit home for me, I still have no idea why.

In all honestly, I still can't stop thinking about our kiss, people have to snap me out of reveries all the time. From the beginning, we haven't made assumptions about anything, and I won't do that now either. I know it might be hard for you, though maybe it is not. You've only been out for 2 months, and people are still so horrible to you, but I hope you know that I'm not here to force you into anything, and all I want is to be there for you and make you feel happy and comfortable.

It's amazing how before I met you I thought I knew who I was, but now it seems another part of me I have never known before is showing itself. You always hear that it's supposed to be this wonderful experience, and it is, but it's also frightening. To think that I knew myself completely, and then to have that torn apart in such a beautiful way is both phenomenal and terrifying. I think the word is vulnerable, and I have absolutely no idea how to deal with it. At times I want to jump through the ceiling with happiness, and others I want to start sobbing into my pillow.

You said in your last letter that people keep thinking were only friends because were the only 2 gay kids in the school, and I know I have heart that as well, even from Finn. I told him that he was wrong, but I don't think he's too fussed about it because he just said OK and ate half a box of pop tarts. I think us being the only gay kids are definitely a contributing factor, in the same sense that both of us liking to sing is a contributing factor. I also think that people can think whatever they want about us, but all I know is that my life is constructed around you, and that whatever other people say, my life would be a hundred times worse if you left it.

Kurt didn't sign this letter, he felt as though it would be close to lying if he said sincerely, and overstepping about a million boundaries, including his own, if he wrote love. Then he remembered how Blaine had signed with love in the hidden letter, and Kurt's chest and head seemed to inflate with a strange giddiness. He rolled up the letter and tied it with purple string, thinking absently of the feel of Blaine's lips on his, and the strange lump of fear that had taken refuge in his throat.

A/N- don't hate me for cutting the kiss off! It's not something I usually do I promise, it just seemed appropriate, I'm not a prude when it comes to writing, the first chapter of my first fic (a series of life changing events) will tell you that. If you plan on looking at that, please remember I was a horrible writer then! Please review!