Author's Note: So I decided to write Kurt's reply letter. It's awfully non-American, because at the moment, I can't stop thinking in a British accent. You're welcome to hate me for it.
Anyway, this would be it for this story, because Kurtofsky is really not what I usually write. I write drabbles. This became a double-drabble. Two-drabble? Anyway.
Hope you liked it.

Hi, David.

Thank you for your letter. I loathe the fact that you still prioritize your rumour (because apparently, you have one) over me, but this will do. It will very much, actually.

So The Three Words, huh? Are you aware that we haven't even kissed- one that counted for real, I mean?

We haven't been on one single date. I haven't ever visited your home, and neither have you visited mine.

Do you realize that telling me These Three Words won't do anything for our "relationship", besides making it even more complicated?

What you're doing is stupid, and I can't actually tell if you're joking or not. But, no matter how it is...

I love you too. A lot, and don't even try to make me explain why.

If you want to hear me say it, then just call me tonight, okay? If I don't pick up, then I'm probably dead, or standing outside your house ready to sing you something or... you know.

I won't do that. I promise.

Although I will probably require you to begin calling me your boyfriend soon. Or BF. I don't know what jocks call it.

I'll hear from you.

- Your Beloved Best Friend And From-Now-On-Also-Boyfriend, K. E. Hummel