Blaine didnt hear from Kurt for days.  Since Santana didnt accidentally drop any information, and Blaine didnt want to ask directly, all Blaine could do was wonder at Kurts response to the near kiss.  What was Kurt afraid of?  Or was it simply a matter of forgiveness? 

The man who came to repair the light fixture could find no reason why it had come loose from the ceiling, and he assured Blaine that all of the other fixtures were sound.  He also found nothing to explain a water leak from the ceiling, as there were no pipes directly above the bar and the roof showed no water damage.  Blaine was fairly certain that the man thought Blaine was crazy, but he humored him and then sent an outrageous bill. 

There were no more mystery calls to the bar, either. 

It was a three weeks later when Kurt finally stormed into the nearly empty tavern soon after it opened.  Blaine came around the bar to greet him, smiling brightly. 

Instead of returning his smile, Kurt shoved his cell phone in Blaines face.

"What the actual fuck, Blaine?"

Blaine looked at Kurt and, stunned, noticed for the first time that Kurts eyes were red-rimmed and his face was flushed.  Grabbing Kurts wrist, he pulled the phone back a little so that he could read what was on the screen. 

It was an email. 

From Blaine. 

To:  Kurt.Hummel@Vogue.com

From:  Coopersbrother@gmail.com

Kurt--

Im done.  Clearly youre never going to forgive me, and Im done apologizing for what I did, and Im done feeling bad about it.  Perhaps I should remind you that you were the one who left me to go to New York.  You were the one who wouldnt answer my calls--the calls from your boyfriend.  You were the one who didnt respond to my texts.  I loved you, and you said you loved me, but everything in your life became more important than me when you went to New York. 

You know what?  I didnt even sleep with that guy.  I told you I was with him, but I never gave any details.  You want details?  We KISSED, Kurt.  We made out.  That was all we did, and you acted like it was some major betrayal.  Really, how was it that much worse than what you did with that Chandler guy? 

I said I was with someone, and you just assumed.  You assumed the worst without even asking.  Why?  Was it because you did it to me?  Did you?  Did you cheat on me in New York?  Is that why you didnt have time to talk to me, because you were with someone else?  Is that why you pretended to be all outraged?

I think you were looking for an excuse.  You were done with the little high school BOY in Ohio and ready to start with all the MEN in New York.  That way you could walk away and still be the wronged one that all our friends would fuss over.  You laid a trap, and I walked right into it.    

Its taken me a long time to figure it out, but I have now, and Im glad Im rid of you.  Clearly, you never loved me.  I hope I never see you again.

Do you know how much I sacrificed for you?  I went to prom with you, even though I told you I was scared and didnt want to.  I left my friends and my good school at Dalton to go to mediocre McKinley with you.  I was nearly blinded by Sebastian protecting you.  I called you over and over in New York, and you blew me off or prattled on about your own stuff.  Someone who loved me would have listened.  They would have worked things out.  They would have taken some responsibility. 

At the end of the day, I guess I dodged a bullet. 

Feeling SO lucky,

Blaine

Blaine felt the floor sway under his feet, and he looked at Kurt, his mouth open as Kurts eyes began to swim with tears. 

"Really," Kurt asked in a choked voice, "have you been waiting all this time just to hurt me?" 

"Kurt," Blaine started in a broken voice, but Kurt turned on his heels and ran toward the door. 

Blaine caught him in just a few strides, reaching out with a hand to grab his arm.

"Look at the date," he said urgently. 

Kurt stopped, looking at Blaine uncertainly. 

"Look at the date," Blaine said again, more insistently.  He released Kurts arm and handed back his cell phone. 

Kurt scrolled up the screen with a shaking finger.  Then his eyes grew wide.  He looked at Blaine, "You wrote this, like, nine years ago?"

Blaine nodded slowly, "More than that." 

"Why did you send it now?"

Blaine shook his head.  "I didnt.  I never sent it."