Kurt trudged up the steps to the building where he and Rachel shared an apartment, completely exhausted after a long day of classes. His dance class was a killer; he thought he danced fairly well, but apparently Mike was right. His "sashay" had to go, and his dance teacher was doing everything she could to beat it right out of him. As a result, Kurt was so sore on dance class days that he could hardly move, and getting home was a great chore.

He opened the mailbox for their apartment and found a tiny key inside. It was the key to the package lockbox. He was used to this key appearing in their box; Rachel's dads sent her things constantly. He wished they wouldn't. Most of the things they sent her were completely pointless. They had no use and no meaning, and Rachel insisted on displaying them in the living room, which was rapidly becoming cluttered.

Kurt opened the lockbox, praying whatever was inside was tiny and wouldn't take up much space. He didn't know if he could handle one more thing to dust.

To his great surprise, the package inside was addressed to him. For a fleeting moment, he thought that his dad had sent him something, but he dismissed that idea as he noticed that a likeness of the wide-eyed stuffed dog he had given Blaine after senior skip day was sketched on the cardboard. A quick check of the return address confirmed that it was from Blaine.

Kurt suddenly found it easier to conjure up the energy to make his way upstairs to their apartment, which was no small feat. Like Leonard and Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory, they lived on the fourth floor in a building that was equipped with an elevator that had been broken for years and never serviced. Eager to rip into the package, Kurt managed to force himself to walk up the stairs at a normal speed rather than his usual "I hate my dance teacher she's a sadistic bitch and must die and I hurt so bad that maybe I'll die instead of her" snail's pace.

He arrived at his front door hurting only a little bit more than he had been before he started. Upon opening the door, he called for Rachel even though he knew she probably wouldn't be home. Kurt was glad for this; one did not open a package from one's slightly unpredictable boyfriend in front of others before one was entirely certain of its contents.

Kurt carefully broke the seal on the box with a pair of scissors and lifted the lid. He approved of the wrapping inside – there were several items, all wrapped in brightly colored tissue paper and tied with curling ribbon. He had finally managed to convince Blaine that presentation was indeed important.

The first item he pulled out of the box was soft and squishy. It was an adorable gray striped kitten stuffie, and it looked suspiciously like Margaret Thatcher dog with its huge eyes, big head, and small body. He gave it a quick hug, noting that it smelled like Blaine, and set it aside in favor of a new mystery item from the box. This one was also squishy but it had some sharp corners. Kurt squealed as he opened a bag of Lima Bean branded coffee. He had no idea that the Lima Bean sold their own coffee, but he was thrilled. He had yet to find coffee that tasted the same as back home, though he suspected this was in great part due to the company he kept while there and not just their special blend. The third item was a travel mug with the Lima Bean logo on it. Kurt found his name scrawled down the side in Blaine's handwriting; he vowed to be careful so as not to make it wear off too soon - maybe he would find some sort of shellac to seal the ink.

There was one more item in the box: a small flat object. He pulled the wrapping off and found a notebook complete with a decoupaged cover. Kurt smiled as his eyes scanned the items pasted on the front: a pair of movie tickets to some inane chick flick they had seen a couple of months ago, an especially pretty fall leaf they had picked up last year while walking in the park, a petal from Blaine's prom corsage, and several other items of significance in their relationship. The central object was a photo of the two of them that Kurt had never seen before. It was a backstage candid shot after the New Directions won Regionals. Kurt had no idea that anyone had even had a camera at that point. Blaine's arms circled his waist, and Kurt's arms were wrapped around Blaine's shoulders. They were apparently just pulling out of a kiss; they both looked a little breathless, and their lips were kiss-swollen and redder than normal. They had not a single care in the world at that moment in time except for each other – it was a beautiful picture.

He stared at the photo of him and his amazing boyfriend for a minute more before flipping open the cover to see what was inside.

September 7, 2012

My Dearest Kurt,

I miss you so much. Watching you disappear through airport security was one of the hardest things I've ever gone through, and that's saying something since you know the kind of crap that's happened to me. I needed an outlet, something to keep my mind off the fact that I can't be with you physically, though I'm always there with you in spirit.

The stuffed cat is from Six Flags; I won her just for you. The surviving members of New Directions plus the few that stayed in Lima went there on the day before school started again as a way of saying goodbye to the summer. Since my dog is named Margaret Thatcher, I wanted to name the cat something British. I was going to go with Kate Middleton since I know how much you love her, but I decided Pippa was a cuter name for a kitty. Feel free to rename her if I've misjudged it.

Enjoy your coffee from home. I'm sure you've found better coffee than what's served at the Bean, but sometimes things taste better when there's happy memories attached, and we've had so many happy memories there that no coffee will ever taste as good to me as this.

I thought it might be fun to send this notebook back and forth to each other to sort of fill in the blanks that our emails and texts and Skype sessions miss. Not to mention, it's fun to get something in the mail that isn't requesting money or addressed to occupant.

Love Always,

Blaine.

xXxXxXx

A/N: Just something new I'm putzing with. If you could all let me know if it's something you think would be worth me continuing, I'd very much appreciate it. I opened this story with some narrative to give some background info, but in the future, unless something desperately needs to be explained outside of a letter, I pretty much plan on just letting Kurt and Blaine tell it through their messages back and forth.