Kurt awoke and looked over at his bedside table. The bright red numbers flashed 3:15. He groaned and rolled out of bed, wondering what had awaken him, when he heard it.
The sound of strumming was coming from across the hall. He walked across the room and opened the door, crossing the hall and looking in, seeing Blaine sat on his bed, guitar on his lap.
Kurt stood there, watching as his boyfriend's mouth formed words he did not understand.
Puorte o cazone cu 'nu stemma arreto
'na cuppulella cu 'a visiera alzata.
Passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto
camme a 'nu guappo pe' te fa guardà!
'Was he singing in Italian' Kurt asked himself.
He continued to stand there ,watching Blaine sing oblivious to the one standing in his door way.
Tu vuò fa l' americano!
mmericano! mmericano
siente a me, chi t' ho fa fa?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda
ma se bevi whisky and soda
po' te sente 'e disturbà.
Kurt listened ,curiously. He wondered how Blaine knew the language.
He entered the room and sat down just inside the door, listening as the voice grew just a bit stronger, completely unaware that someone was listening.
Tu abballe 'o roccorol
tu giochi al basebal '
ma 'e solde pe' Camel
chi te li dà? ...
La borsetta di mammà!
Tu vuò fa l' americano
mmericano! mmericano!
ma si nato in Italy!
siente a mme
non ce sta' niente a ffa
o kay, napolitan!
Tu vuò fa l' american!
Tu vuò fa l' american!
'I wonder what it means' Kurt thought to himself ,once again. 'It seems so happy, but he sings as if he's in pain.'
Comme te po' capì chi te vò bene
si tu le parle 'mmiezzo americano?
Quando se fa l 'ammore sotto 'a luna
come te vene 'capa e di:"i love you!"
Tu vuò fa l' americano
mmericano! mmericano
siente a me, chi t'ho fa fa?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda...
As the song came to a close, Blaine let out a shaky breathe and looked up to see Kurt, a curious look in his eyes.
"My parents both live in Italy." Blaine said, understanding what Kurt was asking. "I miss them and they would always sing this to me to make me laugh. I'm sorry I woke you."
Kurt nodded his head and stood to go sit with Blaine on the bed. "I understand how you feel. Even though my Dad's just an hour away I still miss him." Kurt said, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.
Blaine looked down at him with a smile and asked "Will you stay here tonight? I think I'd sleep better with you here."
Kurt simply nodded and climbed under the covers, cuddled in Blaine's arms.
