ITS BEEN A LONG TIME COMING DOWN THIS ROAD

I know, I know. But if we did sell our organs, then at least we’d be in medical decline and hooked up to machines in a really beautiful apartment which is decorated incredibly? Well, there isn’t going to be anyone else there, who says we have to confine anything to one room? It’s not like we’re going to get complaints over taking too much time in the shower or that we’re not the only ones who use the sofa. It’ll still be plenty big enough. Most people in New York are living in the smallest apartments with four or five people and only have five steps from their bed to the front door. We’re still incredibly lucky, although I do think four is the maximum capacity permanently. Just because otherwise, we may require another fridge. And one bathroom can only sustain a certain number of people. Bow ties are excluded as long as you’re really, really sure there’s space for another and they’re not going to get squished all out of proportion and shape, because then it’s just a waste really. You’ll remember, even if I manage to get away with it until we’re 80, you’ll somehow remember. How about we sit down next year around this time and watch it? Then there’s a reason to watch it and I can prepare myself. I’m never going to remember all of these names, am I? It’s like when you told me to watch Game of Thrones all over again. I literally know no ones name and yet I’m attached to characters I’ve seen in one or two episodes. You’ll need a bigger shoe box at this rate. Or maybe I should go all fancy and make one of those 365 things I love about you jars where you read one every day? Please tell me you found that after we started dating? Because otherwise I think it’s time for 16 year old me to reappear and crawl into a hole of severe embarrassment and maybe sob a little over my pathetic actions. I love you, too. And you certainly just passed the test, so I love you even more. I’d let you touch his abs though, and then I’d kick him out. I’m not a fan of you being sick either, it’s why I’m doing everything in my power to make sure you have a speedy recovery. You can have forehead and cheek kisses galore - pending on if you’re still all clammy and sweaty and haven’t bathed, of course.

If it came down to it, and a beautifully furnished apartment were really what you wanted out of our life together, I would sell the organs that I didn't need, just to aid you in your endeavors on that front. You all really did get lucky when it comes to that apartment, though. It's huge compared to what most people have for their first place. That, and the fact that you've got three people living there, cutting the cost of rent down to considerably nothing. I don't really think Sam will be staying with us all that long, so, it will be the four of us for the long haul, or, at least until you and I decide to find ourselves something both suitable, and affordable. I think that will be the biggest challenge you and I have yet to face.. suitable and affordable. Okay, we'll make a compromise on the bow ties. I can only get new ones when you find me a shirt that needs something I don't have. That seems to be an always thing, so, I'm definitely okay with agreement, if you so wish to make it. My bow ties are in the greatest of condition, and will remain that way, you can be completely certain of that. This time next year? When you make me my nerdy breakfast? We can do that. I'll reward you with the greatest romp you've ever experienced. That'll make up for all of that, won't it? I love that show, Kurt! I really think you'd like it more if you took the time to read the books and get acquainted with the characters a little bit better. 365 letters telling me why you love me? I could certainly get behind that. If you want to do that, I can do sticky notes about why I love you. That way, we're both getting a little something from the other, and we get to be that cheesy couple that everyone despises, because, well, why not? I found it after, yes. You don't have to worry. I would have found it charming, either way. It wasn't like I didn't have a thing for you over those last few weeks leading up to the Blackbird incident. I just needed that final thing to nudge me in the correct direction. I have, of course, taken a shower, love. I have to, or I'd be riddled with sweat and disgustingness. That's like inviting the sick to stay around longer than it already has. 

That thought crippled my excitement tremendously. We got so lucky with the loft considering you have room to actually move in it, although I really shouldn’t be complaining considering it’ll just be our place. And there’ll be actual doors, hopefully. Once we’re stars and our bank account isn’t utterly horrendous, or we win the lottery. Basically. Maybe we should have some other back up plan just in case?  It’s always necessary to go through and remove the items that a) have no sentimental value and b) won’t be worn again due to sizing or going out of style or just never being worn - that’s rule number one of having an amazing wardrobe which isn’t difficult to style together. I’d like to think that you do it voluntarily, although I noticed a few items weren’t hung correctly the last time I looked, so maybe that should be on the list of things to do before I jet back to New York? We’ll just have to be very strict on how many clothes we can have. If one thing comes in, one thing has to go out. If nothing can go out, nothing goes in. The cute looking guys all have strange hair cuts, talk weird or wear some strange helmets. When you’re not someone who’s remotely interested in space or serious sci-fi, it’s a bit tedious, honey. But, I said I would, so it’ll happen. One day. When I’ll regret this conversation ever happening. You actually keep them? I should probably make them a little more attractive than just scrawling on scrap pieces of paper in that case. You haven’t been sick in a while though, so it’s probably just karma catching up to be the catty bitch she is. Okay. New scenario. His abs or me forever in my layers. Never coming off. I’m already on it, don’t worry. I even got the ones with basalm in them so they’re more gentle on your nose and I decanted a little of my Elizabeth Arden 8 hour cream so your nose doesn’t go all sore and crusty. I’m just being honest in saying that your attractiveness is always incredibly high in my view, but the runny nose decreases it just ever so slightly and kind of makes me want to sit on the armchair instead of next to you. But I fight through it. And just bombard you with tissues so we’re both happy.

Sometimes, the excitement has to come down a couple of notches, simply so you and I don't end up in a situation where we have to sell our organs to remain living in the place we've made into our home. Exactly, it's going to be our place, where we can have some intimacy while have a door closed, or, open, if you're into that sort of thing. You've been spoiled with all that space in the loft. Though, the second Sam and I move into it, I'm sure it's going to dwindle greatly. It's two extra human bodies going in and none coming out. Much like that little rule you just made about the clothes. I have to say, that's a little bit unfair, isn't it? I can't take out a bow tie every time I find something vintage that will go with one of my off the wall designed shirts! Those bow ties have sentimental value, each and every one of them. If you give it enough time, I'm sure I won't even remember that you promised to watch them with me, then, you'll be in the clear. I do stand by my opinion that you'd at least enjoy a few aspects of them, though. Anakin Skywalker is quite the babe in Revenge of the Sith. Of course I keep them. That big shoe box that's under my bed? I have just about everything written you've ever given me. That, and all the play bills and ticket stubs we acquired over the years. Oh, and that little Kurt + Blaine thing I stole from your notebook back when we were at Dalton. I don't even know if you knew about that, but, hey, since it's truth time! Kurt, I will choose you and your layers over that man any day. I love you. There is only a small part of me that wants to run my hands over his firm stomach. Not enough of me to ever, ever choose someone else over you. You're too sweet to me, like I've said countless times. I'm not a fan of being sick, but, I appreciate the way you take care of me when I am it. Hopefully this sickness ends soon. I'm in desperate need of kisses. 

Definitely. Space, lots of light, minimal but beautifully done. It’s very us, I think, although I have a feeling that we won’t get it on our first few attempts at finding somewhere. After all, I’m sure that apartment was depressingly expensive. Oh definitely, we’re hoarders of clothes. Just don’t let us end up on Hoarders: Buried Alive… I think that would be the lowest of the lows. As long as you’re sure, I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t get the things you want just because we’re kind of trying to save up for a lot. We’ll have the space to fill eventually, just for our first few years maybe we’ll have to hold back. One day, I’ll let you force me through it and let you explain why it’s so amazing and maybe, just maybe, I’ll enjoy it. But as long as it’s not as boring as football, because we both know that would never happen. I’d never stop with the notes, don’t worry! I was joking. It’s all the fun making you an epic bundle with just little things to make you smile included. Are you sure? If Tom Hardy came over and offered to take his shirt off, would you choose him over me and my layers? It’s an adorable snotty nose that just needs to be blown every now and then before I can enter the danger bubble of sickness without cringing just a little bit.

We'll have to live in a box-like apartment for a little while, I'm sure. We can't get away with living like the rich when we're not. We'll find our way to a Carrie Bradshaw-esque apartment soon enough, though. Beautiful windows and all. We won't ever end up on the show, my love. How many Spring Cleanings have I been through over the years with you, Kurt? I've given away more clothes in the last couple years of our relationship than I ever thought I would. I like the concept, though. It gives us both more space in our closets. It's not as boring as football, I can promise you that. In both ends of the saga, there's good looking guys, cute bear-like creatures, and shooting, that's not boring! That couldn't ever be boring. Plus, Yoda is by far the man, Mr. Hummel. Yes, good. I have every single one of your notes that you've put in those bundles. It just goes to show how sick I've been, because there's quite a few. I would always choose you over him and his abs. You will eventually take of your layers and I'll be drooling over everything that is you, baby. Then, I'm going to need more tissues! My mother has a similar stipulation, and likes me to be snot-free when she enters my domain. 

We’d need a room purely dedicated to bowties, ties and scarves. Could you imagine? We could have a beautiful apartment in a lovely area - nothing too obscene. I’m thinking Big and Carrie’s apartment with a big open plan look, beautifully vintage styled large windows, a huge walk in closet… You should treat yourself if you want to, I’ve put quite a bit away from Vogue and Spotlight and it’s in a savings account which gains interest, albeit very small interest. We have to pay for the wedding too, which I’m hoping we can attempt to do for a lot less than what my Pinterest board is telling me. That money is for you, Blaine. Use it on you. I don’t want you not using birthday money or denying yourself things. I do try to understand it, but it’s just difficult to follow and a bit too far-fetched for me to fully comprehend why it was made in the first place. You sure about that? I could always just stop with the little notes then… I see. Mission Tom Hardy’s abs is now in session. You mean the most perfectly adorable thing anyone could ever witness ever? Although minus the snotty nose, that kind of makes it a little less adorable and more disgustingly heart wrenching.

That's what I've always thought our place was going to look like. We've very simplistic in the fanciest way possible. The walk in closet is a must, considering between the two of us, there's enough clothes to clothe a nation of small Africans, I'm sure. I'm not actually worried about it. I have the things that I need, and when I want something, I don't hesitate to get it. I do, however, have to say that I want to have an amazing apartment with the love of my life, so, the saving hasn't been too hard. When it comes down to it, me buying things is just causing us to need more room. This way, I save money and we don't need nearly as much space, because neither of us have nearly as much stuff as we could have. That's alright. We'll skip out on the Star Wars for now. One day before I'm old and grey, you will understand and come to love the greatness that are the George Lucas classics. No, don't stop with the notes! I love the notes, and I love you more than I can ever love Tom Hardy's abs, trust me on that. He's nice to look at, but, you and your great body keep me warm at night. That's gross, Kurt. Talking about my snotty nose like that is just mean. I'm cute.. always!

Oh please, you’re not being terrible at all, don’t be ridiculous. I’m only joking. I know you far too well by now to take anything you say along those lines remotely as an insult. It’s just a really nice rug that we’ll never be able to afford and yet I’ve talked myself around to the fact that we’ll have an apartment with a room big enough for said rug, because we won the lottery - of course - and could afford the rug and curtains without even lifting a finger. We’ll find another rug. Or I’ll sell something non-organ related. We should probably start saving and keep an eye out for future places, speaking of. It’s good to be prepared and know the best we can get for our money and what we want in advance of getting some place. I’m sad that I had to taste them. Please don’t hold me to that, they’ll probably just be slightly green normal looking pancakes covered in Nutella through shame of how mouldy they look. Well, I hate leaving you without some little things to keep you entertained. And after watching The Vow, I had to up my game so you wouldn’t fall in love with Channing Tatum and his annoyingly endless amount of aesthetically pleasing muscle. You’re annoyingly adorable and I don’t mind you one bit when you’re sick. Now that is true love.

See, I like that series of thoughts much better, anyway. I would love to win the lottery. Lets just take a minute to think about how many bow ties I could get with my share of that lottery money. After we get the rug, and completely furnish our place, of course. That sends me into a delighted frenzy just thinking about it. There would be tons, Kurt. Tons! I have been saving as much as I possibly can, considering I don't have a job. My parents still give me my monthly allowance, which hasn't gone to a new pair of shoes in what seems like a lifetime, and, I've got all the birthday money over the passed couple of years. We're getting there, love. Plus, I'm about to graduate and you know how many relatives I've got. There's going to be quite a bit of money coming towards me on that front, as well. Nutella and green colored pancakes will go just fine together. It's the thought that counts, especially considering you're not a big fan of the saga, anyway. You're doing it strictly for me, and, I'm more than okay with that. You won't ever have to worry about Channing Tatum. Now, if we were to watch This Means War and Tom Hardy did the whole taking his shirt off thing, well, then maybe you'd have a little bit of competition. That really is. Not everyone can put up with the droopy puppy eyes. 

Is there nothing else you want to watch? I’ll watch anything but Star Wars. Considering I’m apparently being the worst fiancé in the world right now, I think you deserve to choose the movie. They were awful, trust me. I never knew food colouring had a taste, but that’s all they tasted of. I had to subtly drop them into the trash and grab a bagel from the Lima Bean to consume in my car so he didn’t know. I’ll try perfect some form of geeky food for you for next year, alright? Don’t be sad. Not even for the most perfect rug you’ve ever seen in your life? I’d sell mine first, of course. I don’t know, the fabric was very specific, I’d hate to attempt and just disappoint myself. You’re guilt tripping me very successfully, I feel horrid. I was planning on coming over later, I just thought you must have been sleeping so I didn’t want to be a pest. That’s semi-good news, although I hate that you’re still sick enough to be bed bound. I’ll pull together the Hummel care package just for you, in that case.

I'm also being a pretty bad one, since you seem to think I'm guilt tripping you. That's not it, at all. I'm actually snickering behind my computer screen because you're absolutely adorable, talking about selling organs to buy a rug. I'm sure, if we really wanted to get it, that we could save some money and not drink coffee out for a while. That way, you'd get your rug, and I'd have a scarless fiancé in bed with me. The rug and whatever else you deem appropriate can be our first little investment before we move into our own place here in the near future. They were Yoda pancakes, Kurt! That's something to be sad over, even if they were disgusting. You're too kind to me, I hope you know. I'll bet you can make pancakes that actually look like Yoda. The Hummel care packages have always been my favorite. The little notes that you put in there always help to make me feel better. I'm sorry you felt like I was making you feel bad. You know how I get when I'm sick. I'm like a small child in the form of an eighteen year old's body. 

As long as they aren’t Star Wars. I already had my dad attempt to sit me down to watch them after greeting me with “May the fourth be with you” and disturbingly shaped green pancakes yesterday. You’ll want to sell your organs and watch me marry them when you see them, Blaine. Trust me. Our future home is going to look absolutely stunning and it’ll be cosy but chic and very us all at once. I got distracted, sorry. I was meant to be grabbing my chicken noodle soup recipe after your mom demanded I give it to her post eating the left overs. How’re you feeling? Do you want anything from the pharmacy? I can stop there on my way back over. I think you were out of Olbas oil when I last checked.

You can pick out whatever you'd like, since I'm still practically bed ridden and the thought of getting up makes me already pounding head hurt a little bit more. Your dad made you green pancakes yesterday?! I'm jealous that I missed those. Yoda pancakes would have been the best way to celebrate the holiday. There will never be a good reason to sell my organs, my love. I would like to stay a whole and complete Blaine Hummel-Anderson for as long as I'm able. You're brilliant, I'm sure you could make some that resemble them. That's alright. I'm just giving you a hard time, anyway. Since you're planning on where half of my liver is going to go before I even see you today. I'm alright. A little bit better than I was over the passed couple of days. Some more tissues would be great! That and throat drops. You're right, I am out. Can you get that at the pharmacy? The last little bit of it I had I think I got from you.

If you want to be surprised by our future bedroom, then I suggest you avoid my Pinterest at all costs. And we may need to sell our organs for the rug I want. But at least it’ll look pretty and we can admire it from our beautiful vintage looking Parisian style bed in our critical conditions while the sun comes through our window clad with heavy and gorgeous curtains that I’m actually prepared to marry right now.

How about you step away from that website and come watch movies with me? You'll be all the more healthier for it. That, and the fact that I won't have to sell my organs.. or watch my husband to-be get married to a set of curtains. I never knew I could be jealous of an inanimate object, yet I'm starting to feel a little bubble of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. Besides! You're supposed to come take care of me.

Well, I’d never been spoiled rotten at that point. I’m clearly just getting too used to you treating me amazingly. Basically, we’re both making it so much more difficult to actually surprise one another. I can’t remember the last time I surprised you, actually. My little gifts of bowties are kind of just normal now. Definitely, it’s one of my favourite memories. I definitely wasn’t expecting it at all, and my love of The Beatles sky rocketed because of it. Maybe we should revisit Pavarotti’s resting place at some point to thank him. You do realise if you call me to meet you anywhere now, I’m going to be incredibly, incredibly suspicious. I’d sure hope so, we have quite an amazing soundtrack so far, it’s a lot to live up to. You know, I might even steal your idea. Watch out, Blaine Anderson, you’re going to be getting one amazing Hummel surprise one of these days, train station and flash mob pending. I know, I know. It’s a shame they’re so busy considering we barely manage to merge our schedules enough to catch up with them. Especially since they’re my future in-laws, I’d like to strengthen our relationship so family holidays aren’t awkward at all. If she wants any help, please tell her to call. I’d hate to hear she stressed herself out and ended up having a terrible time preparing. In fact, we should probably have a dinner with both of our families at some point. It’s a good job the weather isn’t horrendous right now otherwise I’d be driving you crazy, wouldn’t I? Yes, then it’s a deal. I might even forgo the undershirt, sweater and jacket one day just to really shock you.

That's what happens when we're both just so considerate, right? We have trouble being even more considerate.. because we always manage to wow each other without really trying. I've always enjoyed your little gift of bow ties. You know exactly what color I'm missing, or, what pattern I had in mind for my next one. It's eery, really. If you weren't the love of my life and living in a small corner of my brain, I'd be freaked out by how well you truly know me. You want to revisit Pavarotti? We can definitely do that. Maybe take a trip up to Westerville before you leave again this weekend. It'd be nice to go back to the start.. since we so often talk about where we started and things like that. I'm glad it spiked your love for them! No one should miss out on being serenaded by a beautiful Beatles song! Hm, I'll be just as weary as you are, then. Though, I'm not nearly as curious as you are, which means I probably wouldn't suspect a thing if you told me to meet you at Grand Central Station. Maybe a surprise trip, but, never a serenade. I don't think that family holidays will be awkward to begin with. You know that my parents love you more than anything. The same way your dad and Carole love me. Oh, that's a great idea! I do believe our parents have been in contact, maybe we can hint at something like that. Graduation dinner, or something! Forgo the undershirt? Wow, you really are trying to drive me up and then back down the wall, huh? You are bound and determined to make me a little crazy, and, I love it. I love it so much.

You should have known that well before we started dating, I’m surprised it took you that long. It’s not impossible at all, just not something that happens often. You’ve already managed to surprise me once by actually telling me you liked me and then kissing me, when I was pretty much entirely convinced I was prone to always having the unrequited love tragedy in my life and we would forever be platonic. You’ll manage to do it again. Of course I do, it’s a brilliant movie and I have a slight obsession with the fact that you could put Mila in trash and she’d still pull it off in an effortlessly amazing and cool way. Well, you just gave that away. If you ever call me to a train station and music starts playing, I’ll know fine well that you’re channeling your inner Justin. I’d love to see your parents considering they’re apparently hiding from me - not that I’m complaining too much since it’s rewarding us with plenty of time together. I’ll see you soon, anyway. I may have to just reintroduce the layers to stop you turning full on sex addict on me, but then again, I’m not too enthralled by the idea myself. We do have to go and socialise with others at some point. And maybe have a date night out somewhere too.

As a friend, I found it much easier to surprise you with little things like coffee or something I found on the internet that you'd like. I didn't have my own personal expectations to uphold then, and you, you weren't looking for my surprises, either. Ah, well, that's the best surprise I could have given either of us. For a good little bit after that performance, I surprised myself. I hadn't ever felt that way before and it was.. overwhelming, to say the least. In the best of ways, of course. I will forever be indebted to a dead bird, which is.. quite the story in and of itself. Yes, exactly! But, if I were to do something like that, love, it wouldn't be at a train station. I'd choose somewhere much more epic, and of course, a much better song. I like Semisonic, very much, but, that just wouldn't work for us, I don't think. They aren't hiding! They're both just insanely busy and have been for weeks on end. They'll for sure be there for graduation, however. So, you'll see them then, and the little dinner my mother is going to have a blast putting togehter. Not the layers! If you weren't so gorgeous and we weren't so far away, I wouldn't have to worry about ripping your clothing off. Though, that's untrue, because I could still see myself doing something like that. So, socializing and a date. That keeps you from double layering your shirt?

Knowing what’s happening and being prepared and organised stops me from driving myself crazy with anxiety and worrying. You haven’t even seen the worst of it. I can but try. That, honey, is your mission, if you choose to accept. And I’ll look forward to it. I don’t think I’ve been well and truly surprised in years. They’ll always think you’re a romantic, considering you’re the one who turns up with flowers out of the blue and suggests all of those really out there activities, you don’t have to worry about that at all. I can imagine, I’m sorry you had to go through that. Just wait until you can escape her experimenting. Although I am curious - do you think we could persuade her into having us for dinner one day? Alright, alright, don’t get too emotional over the pizza, it’s not like him baking it myself. I might just order it and head over now, to be honest. I’m feeling pretty lazy and driving out of the way isn’t appealing. Oh really? We’ll have to start setting down ground rules at some point, you know?

I think I accepted that the day you and I started dating. I always had a feeling you weren't the best with surprises and the longer we're together, the more I can see that this journey may as well be impossible. I will persevere, though. I'm confident in my wooing abilities and creativity. One day you will be swept off your feet. Well, that's true. That's all simplistic romanticism, however. Do you remember watching Friends with Benefits? I don't know if we actually watched that together, but, what he does for her at the end in the train station.. I would love to do something big and grand like that. It'll happen, I know it will. Hm, I think she'd be up to cooking for you, myself, and my father. She doesn't get to play hostess nearly enough, I'd imagine. Whatever works, love. I'll be here, regardless. Yes, really! Is that so? What do these ground rules entail?

I’ll try my best, but I promise nothing. I’m not someone who’s easily surprised, purely because I like to be prepared for things, you know that. I used to hunt for my gifts every year around Christmas when my parents went out and I was left with a baby sitter. Besides, I’ve got a really amazingly perfected fake surprise face, so no one ever suspects my evil little genius plans. I knew you were going to propose, but I didn’t know about everything else, so it was still a beautiful surprise. When we tell our children the story, we can leave out the fact that I knew, okay? Your mother seriously has my heart with her cooking ideas, although I don’t think i could ever go gluten free with the amount I rely on real bread and pasta these days. Well, I’ll make your wishes come true in that case - although they do apparently do a gluten free crust should you change your mind. I’ll pack a bag, let my dad know and then I’m all yours. As if I could say no to that. You, Mr. Anderson, are insatiable.

Being prepared for things is always nice. I think it's a good part of knowing. You also have to take in the fact that in life, you're not always prepared for those kinds of things. One thing has to surprise you! I don't want your faked surprise smile face. I want a genuine face that actually says, 'wow, I'm so surprised.' It's my life's mission to make sure you have some kind of surprise at least once in my life. Okay, that's good, they'll think their daddy is much more romantic in that case. No, Kurt, it's horrid. I can't stand the texture of the pasta and the bread. I can't begin to describe how horrible the bread not only tastes, but, feels against your tongue. I won't change my mind. Real pizza with real crust and real food is what I want. Great! That's the best way to end the day. I am. When you're around, you and that gorgeous body of yours is all I can think about.

You can’t say that Voldemort didn’t deserve a huge ass punch in the face. But true enough, I’ll give you that one.

Oh, he certainly did. More than a few of those people deserved to be hit relatively hard. They all get theirs in the end, though. Bellatrix LeStrange will always be my favorite death. Molly Weasley did quite a number on her. 

Wouldn’t he at least have some arm muscles, though?

Does he really need it? He can merely flick his wand at whatever he wants, cast a spell, and something magical happens. He's not getting into hand to hand combat with anyone, or anything that would condone having huge biceps. I think one of the best defining qualities of Harry was his shorter and somewhat weak stature. It made the power that he wielded that much stronger. 

Don’t full name me, Blaine Anderson. Yeah, it didn’t taste right. I’ve felt sick like all day. But now I want a PB&J.

What, good sir, are you going to do about it? Hopefully you're feeling better now, and if you're set on a peanut butter and jelly, I can certainly bring you half of mine tomorrow.