“Hey Kurt, it’s, uh…it’s me. Sam.
I know how crappy this is, like…me leaving all of this on your voicemail on Christmas Eve and all, but I didn’t really know how else I could get it out without something happening. Because something always happens, y’know? Something happens that interrupts every single moment, and it makes it really hard to say the things that you want to say. Need to say. So, I’m gonna say them all right now.
I love you, I think that’s probably what I should start with because otherwise I might not have the guts to say it at all. But, okay. I love you, and I know that you’ve got a boyfriend and that…and that me doing this isn’t fair to you, but I had to because I feel like if I didn’t tell you, I was gonna burst. And I think that’s what love is - feeling like you’re gonna burst if you don’t talk to the person you’re in love with, if you don’t say what you need to say before it’s too late… and love’s about taking chances, right? So…I guess this is me taking mine, or whatever.
And if I get shot down, that’s okay. But, I’m gonna be waiting — not, like, ‘I’ll-wait-for-you-forever’ or whatever — I mean, I might do that too, I dunno — but I’ll be actually waiting. Like physically waiting. Outside the Met, ‘cause I know that’s one of your favorite places…and I’ll be here until midnight, like in Sleepless in Seattle. And if I don’t see you then, then…well. Merry Christmas, Kurt Hummel. I hope you get everything you ever wanted.”