BOOK LIST
The goal is to see how many books I can read in a year. I don't expect the number to get very high, because I hardly read during schooltime and I can only read so much during break time. But here goes nothing!
( updated July 23, 2009 )
( updated July 23, 2009 )
This isn't much, but I hope it gives you a smile. :)
To: kurtincall@silvermail.com
From: warblerblaine@columbusnet.com
Subject: Miss You
Dear Kurt,
Are you as ready for the summer to be over as I am? No offense to my grandmother, but if I have to listen to her ask me one more time when I'm going to bring a nice girl to meet her, I think I'm going to scream. It's not like I haven't told her about you, because I have. She just doesn't get it, I guess. She says it's nice I have such a handsome friend, then suggests we find a couple of nice girls for a double-date. I think we might have to do that, if Santana ever finds someone.
Just two more weeks, and I'll be back in Ohio. I used to love spending August here in Chicago, but this summer, all I've been able to think about is how long until I can hold you again. How long until you can hold me. Two weeks still feels too long.
How are things back home?
(hug)
Blaine
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To: warblerblaine@columbusnet.com
From: kurtincall@silvermail.com
Subject: Ten Days
Dear Blaine,
Lima is as exciting as always, which is to say it's not. Not without you here. On Monday, Finn and Rachel got caught doing things I'd rather not think about, and all I could think about was the night before you left for Chicago. I know most people would roll their eyes if I told them that we spent hours just holding one another and talking, but you aren't most people.
My pillow doesn't smell like you anymore. It's harder to sleep, now. Could you send me a new case as an attachment? My complexion is starting to suffer, and I'd prefer to look my best when you return.
As always,
Your Kurt
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To: kurtincall@silvermail.com
From: warblerblaine@columbusnet.com
Subject: Getting closer
Dear Kurt,
Forgive me for not attaching a pillowcase. My grandmother doesn't have a scanner. Even if she did, I think her taste in linens might make you faint. The sheets in my room are the color of mustard. Mustard, Kurt. I keep having dreams of being a corn dog. Why can't they be covered with flowers, or something? Aren't grandmothers supposed to like that sort of thing?
Since you brought up pillows first, I guess it's safe for me to say that every night, I hug one and pretend it's you. It's not a very good substitute, but it gives me something to do with my arms. They feel so empty, without you in them.
Soon, Kurt. Soon.
(hugs)
Blaine
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To: warblerblaine@columbusnet.com
From: kurtincall@silvermail.com
Subject: I am sixteen, going on seventeen
Dear Blaine,
It's my last night as a sixteen year old. Yay? Everyone seems to think I should be more excited, but what makes being seventeen any different from being sixteen? You don't get any new rights. No one sees you as more of an adult, either. Over tonight's dinner, I asked Dad if I could have my curfew extended by another hour. He laughed so hard, you'd have thought he was watching a 'Three Stooges' marathon. Call me crazy, but I think that means "no."
As unexcited as I am about my birthday, I know what my birthday wish would be. You get three guesses, and the first two don't count.
As always,
Your Kurt
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