Author's Note: Hey guys! You didn't think I'd be gone that long, did you? ;) I've been working on this for a few days, and I think it'll be good. Of course, I'm not entirely sure where it's going yet, but hey, we'll see right? I am super terrible at picking out titles (you probably noticed from Easy A. Isn't there a movie named that or something?), so if you can think of a better title, leave it in the reviews! I'd really appreciate it. In case you have no idea what's going on, this is a sequel to Easy A, a story I just finished a few days ago, and I think I posted the last chapter this morning. I can't remember. So, if you haven't read it, go read that first, and then come back here and read this. Or not, whatever floats your boat. Ok, this is getting long, so just one more thing. I have trouble with keeping track of time and dates (if you haven't noticed by the fact that I don't even remember when I posted the last chapter to Easy A) so if the month is wrong for like midterms and finals and things like that, that's just because I'm terrible at keeping track of dates, so sorry! Besides that, I hope you guys like it! Enjoy. :)

Prologue

March Freshman Year

Blaine Hummel-Anderson had become use to his husband in the seven months they've been married. He was use to how obsessive compulsive he was about things being left on the floor, and how he practically picked out Blaine's outfits for him every day. He began to appreciate the polite enthusiasm when Blaine came home after learning something that he found completely fascinating and Kurt found completely disgusting. There is one thing that he was having trouble getting use to, and that was the random packages.

Kurt loved shopping online. Almost every other day there was some kind of package in their mailbox for Kurt. And still, every time it took Blaine by surprise. This package was no different. Blaine followed the routine he did with every one of Kurt's packages. He picked it up out of the mailbox and shook it close to his ear as he walked up the steps to their dorm room. Hopefully it wasn't something fragile.

"Kurt," Blaine called out when he got into their dorm room. Their dorm was pretty big for a dorm, and consisted of one big room with a full sized bed, a couch, a little TV, a desk with both of their laptops on it, a small stereo, a small fridge, a table and two chairs, a book shelf, a closet, and a dresser. There was also a small private bathroom, which was a blessing for the other people who lived around them. They wouldn't want to get in the way of Kurt's morning ritual.

Kurt was sprawled out on the bed, books surrounding him from falling asleep while he was studying last night. Midterms were kicking both of the freshmen's butts, leaving them both exhausted. "A New Town is a Blue Town" from The Pajama Game was playing from the stereo that Kurt's iPod was plugged into. It was on his sleeping playlist.

Blaine tossed the box onto the sleeping boy, making him jump. He stared at the curly haired boy, obviously annoyed.

"I was sleeping," Kurt said, looking at the package. "And I didn't order anything."

"Well, it came in the mail for you, and sorry. I'll make it up to you with some starbucks?" Blaine said, putting his shoes back on.

"Deal," Kurt said with a smile, shaking the box near his ear. Once Blaine left, Kurt tore into the box, digging past the packaging peanuts until he found a wedding topper… The wedding topper… He ripped open the envelope that was inside the box.

Dear Kurt,

Hey, I was going through my old things, and I found this. I guess I never gave it back to you. I'm really sorry about that. It's all behind us though, right?

How have you been? It's been a while since I've heard from you. I saw some pictures from your wedding on Facebook. Sorry I couldn't make it. I was pretty busy with getting ready for school, and I couldn't really afford to go to Massachusetts.

Things at YSU have been going pretty well. I like college more then high school actually, which surprised me since I thought I wouldn't. My classes are going really well, although there are some professors who really get on my nerves. I'm sure you can figure out why.

Walt is good. He's always coming home singing some weird musical song that I vaguely remember from you when you tried to educate me on musicals over the summer. And to answer it before you ask, yea we're kinda dating, sorta. I mean, he takes me out to coffee all the time (I'm actually starting to like the stuff) and he asked me out on an official date next week, after midterms are all over.

So, yea, you can write me back if you want. You don't have to. I don't even know why I'm writing you.

David Karofsky.

Kurt grinned at his high school friend and his terrible handwriting as he ripped a piece of notebook paper out of his music theory notebook and started writing to Dave.

Dear Dave,

Hey you! Thanks for sending this back, even though I have no idea what I'm going to do with it. It's the thought that counts.

I've been very well. I love it here in New York! I'm sure you figured that one though, since it's obvious. My classes are going well. It's midterm week for us too. Um, well I'm learning the violin, which is pretty cool. What else? Hm, oh, Blaine is constantly bringing gross things home from school, like this cat he dissected. :P I still love that boy though.

Yes! I told you so! I'm glad you're finally going on a date Dave! I mean, really man, it took you long enough! Coffee is amazing. I'm sure you're learning about how it can keep you awake enough to write entire term papers and still have enough energy to study for an exam, huh? Did you make Walt get rid of his lip piercing yet?

Oh, and if you want to save yourself some cash on this snail mail, here's my email address. I know, it's super boring, but I needed a new one to put on audition sheets that wasn't . You'd be surprised how people treat you when they see that ;).

Kurt Hummel-Anderson

P.S. Do you go by David now?