As Monday rolled around, Blaine was still thinking about his tutoring session with Kurt from the week before. He knew that Kurt was hiding something. Something big. And it was without a doubt about that boyfriend of his. David.

He pulled up to the school in his blue Honda. As he put the car in park, he started thinking about why Kurt even liked that Karofsky guy. From what he’d heard, David had bullied him for years. Blaine found it hard to believe that he had a sudden change of heart. He could, however, definitely see why Karofsky was into Kurt. He was the picture of perfection.

“ANDERSON!” Blaine jumped and turned to see Coach Sylvester at his window. He rolled it down, thinking he was in trouble. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for five minutes! What were you thinking about?”

Blaine turned and started gathering his books on the passenger seat. “Nothing. Nothing-I….just, nothing.”

She knew he was lying, but decided to let it go. “Whatever. How did the tutoring go on Friday?”

“The wha-…Oh! It went really well. He caught on fast. It shouldn’t take long to get his grade up.”

“Good. Keep up the good work.” She walked away, leaving Blaine alone in his car. He gathered his stuff and got out, thinking of Kurt as he walked into the school. As he walked in the door, he was suddenly slammed into a locker. He looked up to see Karofsky staring back at him, laughing as he walked away with his friends, and Kurt, by his side. He bent over to pick up his books, hoping that Kurt would say something, but he doubted it. Kurt simply looked down and walked away with the rest.

The rest of the day went as it usually did. The few times he saw Kurt in the hall, he tried to smile and him or wave, but Kurt ignored him every time. Yet he still tried, hoping by chance Kurt would acknowledge him. Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

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Friday came entirely too fast for Kurt, and the end of the day came even faster. As soon as the bell rang, he ran out to his car. Tonight, he had something more important to worry about that a tutoring session. Something entirely more important.

He made the drive twenty minutes away, and pulled into a long driveway. Picking up the stack of letters on the seat beside him, he paused and stroked the ribbon binding them together, thinking again of his mother. Coming back out of his thoughts, he got out of his car and began the short walk that seemed to take ages. He passed stone after stone embedded in the ground. Some looked like they hadn’t been visited in years, while others were lined with flowers.

Finally he came to the one stone he was looking for. He knelt down in front of the space forever dedicated to the one person he could fully trust. He placed the letters carefully right next to her name, and he couldn’t help the tears rolling down his face, dripping onto the snowy envelopes.

“These are for you, mom…happy birthday…I love you…”