When I walked into the apartment I noticed that there were no signs of life and silently cursed Blaine for being late. We had both been really busy lately and after weeks of passing like ships in the night between appointments and gig times and pre fashion week invitations Blaine had voiced his objections and demanded I take the afternoon off for a date. And he wasnt even here! I was walking through the living room getting ready to phone and ask exactly where he was as he had not even been going to work today, when a piece of paper on the coffee table caught my eye. On closer inspection I noticed it was in Blaines hand writing and sat down to take a look.

Hey gorgeous!

I know Im not there right now and I know you are probably contemplating calling me to rant....or maybe you already have (My psychic powers arent helping right now). I know we had planned to have a day of just us but I came up with a great idea.....I have them sometimes you know? Dont try and fight it! I know you are going to love it and the end is a big surprise! As we both know my scavenger hunt in senior year was a huge success minus Santana slashing Finns tyres (But really whats a little property damage between friends?) So I decided to make a scavenger hunt just for you, my gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, talented, amazing, beautiful boyfriend! So I want you to take a walk out the door and get your cute butt into a cab and get over to the place we reintroduced ourselves for the first time after all those years.....

With all my love your bumble xxxxx

P.S Santana this note is not for you put it back and dont show anybody.

"Hes lucky its not raining!" I sigh to myself as I slip back into my own original design coat and headed out the door.

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It wasnt hard to find the letter in the next place; it was with the owner behind the bar where my eyes locked with Blaines after five years apart. The owner had looked at me angrily....probably because of the mirror graffiti in the dressing room that me and Santana had left behind us after her last gig here. Come on...dont tell me buckteeth and huge glasses arent funny! At least I didnt draw the body parts Santana did. I did manage to grab the letter out of his hands and run back out into the stair well before he could say anything about it though. Sitting on the stairs I realised it was another sealed letter in Blaines handwriting.

Peachy!

You made it! Congratulations.....I hope the coffee you stopped for tastes delicious! (Dont look so surprised I know you!) This is the place where my life started to change for the better, when I saw you again. Dont roll your eyes! Its true you are without a doubt one of the best parts of me....Russell is another ;). I dont think I will ever forget the look of sheer panic when you caught my eye and I know I will NEVER forget you falling off your bar stool. I can still conjure the image of you on your back, face flushed, hair messed up and smelling of the spilled Shirley temple and coconut rum or the way you blushed and laughed out loud when I told you that you looked good. All I can do is apologise for my lack of word understanding, because that night you looked so much more than good! You looked like everything, I was so nervous you would up and run after everything I had put you and Santana through. BUT YOU DIDNT! You were just as excited to be back together as I was. But enough reminiscing I have a point to get to so here it goes....

Come to the café where we met the next day

I know youll want cheese cake so heres money to pay.

The letter is hiding with a girl named Mel

I promise this day is not to give you hell.

Always yours bumble xxxxxxxxx

True to form when I looked back in the envelope there was a ten dollar bill. Not that I would spend it all on cheese cake......okay I probably will! I tuck the money and letter into my messenger bag and head back out into the busy streets.

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After Mel had swooned over me for ten minutes and given me my cheesecake free of charge with a coffee and letter on the side I went over to a corner couch and snuggled into read it.

Kurt hows the cheesecake?

Delicious as always? I know its not your favourite type but its definitely a close second! Im guessing by now you have realised we are taking a stroll down the memories that are our life together, something I thank whatever greater power there is out there for! (Totally some super hero or something!) I wanted to tell you something about the day we met here, when you dragged our gorgeous little nephew in through those doors to sit beside me. I hated it!

Not meeting Landin (I think we are all aware of how much I love my side kick) but the fact that I thought he was yours? It devastated me! Even if I hadnt worked out all of my feelings for you a hundred per cent I felt an ache in my chest until he very bluntly corrected my mistake. I must now apologise for the huge lie I just told...I did know what I felt about you that day but I knew you would never want to go through that again without learning everything about me again. So I decided to bide my time, but you and your meddling oblivious ways had to try and set me up with someone. This made me think I had no chance what so ever! Thankfully due to that article and a strong pep talk from Cooper sent me in the right direction....towards you. And that kiss in your kitchen? Sent my entire body into shock! I had no idea it could ever be like that, I could have happily died then (but Im glad I get to keep kissing you regularly instead). Now for your next mission....go to the place of our first date...the real one not the stoop outside your apartment! And dont worry, the maître de remembers you :)

Hugs and kisses bumble xxxxxxxxx

P.S Landin drew you a map so you cant pretend to forget where it is.

Okay so that was hilarious, on the back a crayon drawing with a line of where I should go. A line that would take me to the place I swore Id never go to again.

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After mumbling out my name several times to the maitred before he actually heard it and smiled making a big show of moving any candles out of my reach. I practically tore his arm off grabbing my letter and ran down the block. Once I knew I was out of his line of vision and safe from any further embarrassment I sat onto a bench to look at the envelope. Blaine would pay for making me come back here, I dont know when OR how... but he will!

You still walking free?

Just kidding! I hope you dont hate me too much? I promise this plan has a point....so please dont plot to take away my hair gel....oh god or sex! I REALLY LIKE THE SEX!!

Its okay my panic has died down for now.... I had to bring you here to remind you of how far we have come....I remember how nervous I was that night, everything had to be perfect and in the end it was a disaster! I dont think Ill ever forget the look on your face when you realised your trousers were see through.....or the look of disgust when I imitated the doctor....Im a huge nerd go on say it! I know you want to. But that is all part of my charm.....and as much as you deny it you love the role playing it brings. This is short and sweet mainly because I dont want you to be arrested for public property damage so go to your shop....Mrs B has your penultimate letter.

See you soon bumble xxxxxxxxx

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As I walk in the door to the shop I see Mrs B sitting on a bar stool smiley broadly at me making me stop right in front of her.

"You knew he had this planned all along didnt you?" I ask with a grin.

"Of course I did darling! Ive known for a couple of weeks..." she grins back swinging the letter against her crossed legs.

"Do you know why hes doing this?"

"No! He just had this delicious idea of showing you how much he loves you." She says simply passing the envelope over.

"Why is the writing smudged?" I ask turning it over in my hand and noticing its more crumpled than the rest.

"Maya may have tried to open it with the clothes steamer..." she stands up in one swift movement. "Now I have strict instructions to go into the back and not come out again until you leave. I love you darling!"

"You too. Even if I feel like part of an elaborate scheme right now." I sigh kissing her softly on the cheek. 

To my deliciously talented designer boyfriend,

What can I possibly have to say about this spot? Pride! That is the only word I can use to describe my feeling about this incredible career you have made for yourself. The night of the opening I could have just burst with it! But that would have ruined a perfect Kurt Hummel event! I remember you owning the room as you spoke to all the socialites the opening brought and realising how much you belonged in that circle. You were born to do this and I think the way I man handled you into your studio proved how much it made me want you! That being interrupted is one of the two reasons I will always hold a grudge with the duo known as Santana and Maya....Santaya? Mantana? (the other is summed up in four words...slutty baby shower sex). Eww I just pictured it.....

Okay I took a breather and youre probably laughing at my typical aversion to....lady parts! But you should thank your lucky stars because even though Im not always the perfect boyfriend, I appreciate your definitely in no way lady parts to no end...which I think you along with all of our friends know (will never live it down either). Now I know this is technically copyright BUT I feel no other words sum it up as well... "Love never fades. Love never alters. Hearts may get broken, love endures." Love never dies is spot on the money! Because you proved this to be true after falling in love with me as a teenager and staying in love with me until now even though I had a few years of ridiculousness in the middle! I cant tell you how grateful I am for that, for your unwavering love and support and I could never be without it! So here it is....your last instruction. Go to the place you told me you loved me for the first time in New York.

Always yours forever bumble bee xxxxxxxxx

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When I walk back into the apartment living room Im completely confused, I expected to see Blaine waiting for me with a nice dinner or something. But it is still in darkness, exactly as I left it. Slumping down on to the couch I notice another envelope sitting on the coffee table that was definitely not there before. This confused me even more, he had come back to leave this but he hadnt stayed? I pick it up with a quick smile knowing that my heart will start to flutter again reading his words and his memories and his feelings. He hadnt lied this had been fun; I just wish he was here to see my appreciation in the flesh.

So your home.

I guess you have realised I was sneaky and came back when I knew you werent here...I had the owner of your first stop call me when you got there so you didnt see me.

This last letter is eventually going to explain what the point of this was BUT dont skip to the end I have a few last words for you.

Love. That word can be used for so many different things, you love your Marc Jacobs bag, we love our friends and family, I love any Katy Perry single.....even the weird album only ones. But my love for you is the strongest of all; it encourages me in times of insecurity; it keeps me safe when Im feeling scared and it makes me feel like I could conquer the world. Because if you havent realised this already, you make me whole. Your my best friend and soul mate all wrapped up in one beautifully unique package. I will never tire of the way my heart beats faster watching you scrunch up your nose as you scribble designs in your sketch book, or dancing to some cheesy pop ballad as you clean or the way I feel like I could float into the sky when your lips are against mine. I feel like our destiny was written in the stars long before we were born and met as three year olds behind the tree where I was sobbing hysterically. It pains me to admit I was too stupid to realise this all sooner, because there will never be enough moments to spend with you in my life, no measure of time will ever be enough.

Moments. This place holds a lot of them for us as a couple, but I think you remember my favourite one. The night you finally said ‘I love you. Of course I knew that was how you felt, but hearing it out loud again meant that you were ready to give yourself completely to me. I think there are very few moments that can top this one in my eyes....but Im going to try. Meet me in the bedroom.

With every bit of my heart I love you. Xxxxxxxxx

I pounce out of the chair and run to our door as fast as my tired legs will carry me but I dont care because I know hes waiting for me, he has been all this time in our room. When I throw the door open my eyes go wide as I take in Blaine on one knee, fully dressed in a tuxedo and holding out an open ring box in front of me.

"Kurt, as I hope my love letters to you have conveyed....I am so incredibly in love with you and will be forever. I promise to always remind you how truly perfectly imperfect you are and never let a day go by without you knowing how cherished you are. So will you please do me the greatest honour by becoming my husband?" My mouth seems to be hanging wide and not listening to anything my brain is telling it to do as tears fall freely from my eyes, so I do all I can and nod before throwing myself into Blaines open arms. We land on the floor with a thud but I dont care all I can do is kiss him with everything I have to offer until he pushes me back a bit. "So thats a yes then?"

"Of course its a yes!" I kiss him quickly again and feel him tugging my hand to place the ring on my hand. Its gorgeous. A platinum band with five diamonds sitting in the centre. "You didnt ask me in Wal-Mart!" I cry happily as I cling to him as tightly as possible.

"I just wanted it to be special; I promised your dad I would make it count." He says softly into my ear and I sob hard against his shoulder. "Babe your supposed to be happy not sobbing!" he laughs.

"But you asked for my dads permission and got me this ring and set up all these love letters and you were here waiting in a tux....I love you so much!" I manage to get out between shoulder racking sobs.

"And I love you Mr Hummel-Anderson to be..." he kisses me again as I sob hysterically at the thrill of that sentence. Life could not get any better than this.