Kurt gulped down whatever was stuck in his throat. He shook, breathing heavy as his delicate fingers wrapped around the corners of the letter. The last one. The last time he would ever hear something new, something untold, from his Blaine. The cold wind gave gentle slaps to his rosy cheeks as he stood in the place where it all began, in front of an open window, staring out into the courtyard, one last, long gaze, before returning his eyes to the words neatly written on the folded paper.

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Dear Kurt,

I know my writing is a bit messy in this one, but bear with me: you're out buying ice cream for Elizabeth and I probably don't have much time. Kurt, honey, I have a feeling this is the last letter. And it's not because I've run out of things to say, or because I feel too weak, or because I think you'll get the picture. It's because there's only one thing left to tell you.
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The thought of their daughter, Elizabeth, just made Kurt break down even more. Feeling the tears well in his eyes, Kurt turned around and brushed his face until the blurry walls became the clear pictures of intricate murals. Once upon a time, these hallways would of been bustling with teenage boys, singing their hearts out, him included. He brought his attention back to the paper.

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It isn't to tell you that you're beautiful, because well- you know that, and we've made sure everyone else does too. It's not to take you on a trip down memory lane- buying a fabulous hat, making you visit your old friends, or even to visit here, Dalton, where I hope you are now.

It's to thank you, Kurt. Thank you for letting me know what it's like to be a man. For letting me know what it's like to be in the truest form of love. For letting me love you, for letting me hold you. For letting me have a family with you, for moving me, Kurt. For letting me have the unbelievable honor of calling you my husband. Thank you for giving me my Happily Ever After, my storybook ending.

And even though my book is finished, yours has just begun. You have a lot of wonderful things coming Kurt, for both you and Elizabeth. Promise me that whenever you feel lost, hurt, unsure, or alone, that you'll see yourself through my eyes. You're the most flawless person I've ever known, Kurt. And for that, I'm eternally grateful.
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Something in Kurt's chest dropped. He knew there was only a few lines left to read, and then it would be over. He gripped the paper even harder, the sides crinkling and ripping. Something in the back of his mind told him not to read it. But Kurt's heart pushed him forward, and the courage that Blaine had gave him told him to hang on.

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So here it is. The big one. Don't be afraid to live, to fall in love again. Have faith in yourself, and have the fearlessness I know you have.

PS, I will always love you.