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For those of you reading any of my other stories (I have four others going atm because I'm insane), I have to inform you that this collection of drabbles will probably be updated more often simply because it is a lot less thought and I can write whatever is on my mind. This is no way means I am abandoning/giving up/etc any of my other stories.

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The crowd gathered "ooh"ed and "ahh"ed as the green, red, blue, and purple sparks lit up the dark Ohio sky. There were scattered chuckles as the fireworks shaped like smiley faces took center stage.

Speaking of a stage…

"Kurt, I promise, you look perfect."

"Easy for you to say. You've performed for crowds of strangers before much more than I have," Kurt countered as he straightened his red, white, and blue outfit for what had to be the fifteenth time is as many minutes.

"You have nothing to be nervous about."

"What if I forget a lyric? What if I get booed off the stage? What if people throw things?" Kurt fretted.

"There is no possible way that you will forget a lyric," Blaine consoled. "It's the National Anthem. And besides, you've been practicing for the past two weeks. As far as being booed, I highly doubt even the homophobes of Lima would be unable to admire your gorgeous voice."

"And people throwing things?"

"Kurt, you've put up with being slushied for nearly four years. If anyone knows how to deal with having food products thrown at them, it's you," Blaine assured his anxious boyfriend. "No one is going to throw things anyway."

"You don't know that for sure," Kurt argued.

Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in a gentle grip. "Look at me." Kurt obliged. "Nothing is going to ruin your performance. Not even your nerves. Now close your eyes." Kurt obeyed. "Take a deep breath in. good, not breathe out, nice and slow." As the nervous boy exhaled, Blaine leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Kurt's forehead. Kurt smiled at the gesture and Blaine smiled in return even though his adorable boyfriend couldn't see the action.

Kurt's eyes slowly fluttered open. "You are the best boyfriend in the history of the world," he declared as he pulled Blaine into a tight hug.

"I'm afraid that title belongs to you, but I'll gladly take second place."

"And now, singing the Star Spangled Banner, Lima's own Kurt Hummel!" The announcement was followed by cheers and applause, the members of both McKinley High and Dalton being particularly loud.

"Get out there and show them how wonderful you are," Blaine whispered. He punctuated his sentence with a quick kiss to Kurt's lips.

Kurt smiled into the kiss and pulled back. "I love you."

"I love you too. Forever."

With that Kurt dashed out onto the stage to take the microphone from the man who had introduced him. Once Kurt nodded to the sound manager set up in the tent across the way, the accompaniment to the national anthem flowed through the speakers.

Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming

Blaine marveled as Kurt hit the high notes as well as the low ones interspersed throughout the song. Kurt had to be the most talented countertenor to walk the streets of Lima in… well, ever.

The land of the free

And the home of the brave

The mass of people burst into applause as Kurt held out the last note for a few seconds. Kurt's face was nearly being split in half by the grin he wore. He took a bow and waved at the audience before making his way backstage.

"You were perfect," Blaine commented as he hugged his boyfriend tightly. "Absolutely perfect."

"Excuse me, Mr. Kurt?"

The couple separated and turned as one toward the small voice that had interrupted the quiet atmosphere of backstage. There, with a bouquet of white roses, stood a little girl with blond pigtails and chocolate brown eyes. She looked to be about ten.

Kurt released himself from Blaine's embrace and fully turned to face the little girl. "That's me. What's your name, sweetie?"

The girl seemed to gain courage from Kurt's acknowledgement of her and stepped closer to the couple. "My name is Cindy. I heard you sing, and I thought you were really wonderful. I brought you these," she added, holding the flowers out to Kurt.

Kurt carefully took the flowers from her grasp and brought them to his chest. He smelled the flower closest to his nose and smiled. These were fresh real roses, not those fake kind that could be bought at grocery stores. "Thank you," he said sincerely to the young girl. "They smell very good."

"My nana cut and wrapped them for me," the little girl, Cindy, replied. "I told her I needed pretty flowers for you."

Kurt smiled and handed the flowers to his boyfriend so that he could wrap his arms around the tiny girl in a grateful hug. When he released her Kurt said, "Pretty flowers from a pretty girl."

Cindy blushed. She looked curiously between Kurt and Blaine, who was still holding the small bouquet. "Is he your boyfriend?"

Kurt and Blaine exchanged anxious glances. The girl was so sweet, Kurt reasoned. They had nothing to worry about. Blaine nodded, coming to the same conclusion as Kurt silently had.

"Yes, he is. This is my boyfriend, Blaine." Kurt held onto his flowers once again as Blaine stepped toward the little girl and held out his hand in greeting.

"Blaine. I like that name," Cindy said happily. Rather than shaking Blaine's hand, she pulled him in for a hug as she had shared with Kurt earlier. Blaine was happily surprised but returned the hug nonetheless.

"Are you in love?" she asked curiously.

"Very much so," Blaine replied as he took one of Kurt's hands in his own. Kurt instinctively entwined their fingers and the girl smiled even wider.

"That's great!"

Before she could say anything more, a voice sounded from the other side of the stage.

"Cindy? Cindy, where are you?"

The girl grinned and held up a finger to ask for a moment. She turned toward the voice and called out, "I'm back here! I'm with Kurt and Blaine!"

The sound of hurried footsteps reached their ears just before a young woman came into sight. She had the same color hair as Cindy, but her eyes were a dark blue rather than chocolate brown. She looked to be at least fifteen.

"There you are! You know you're not supposed to run off on me like that," she scolded as she approached Cindy's side.

"This is my big sister, Callie," Cindy told them as she waved off her sister's concern. "She's really nice, but she's also really protective of me."

"That's a good thing," Blaine commented. "It means she really loves you a lot."

"I have a brother who is exactly the same way," Kurt remarked.

"Really?" The young girl's eyes widened. "So I'm not the only one?"

"Nope," Kurt laughed. "Not by a long shot."

"I'm really sorry," the older girl, Callie, interjected, "But we have to get going."

Kurt nodded. "It was nice meeting the both of you."

Cindy whined, "Do we have to go?"

"Yes," Callie replied sternly.

"But I just got to talking to Kurt and Blaine."

"Sorry, sis. Maybe you'll see them again some other time."

"Really?"

"Sure, if Blaine and Kurt are okay with it."

Cindy turned her pout and puppy dog eyes form her sister onto the unsuspecting couple. "Please? Can we hang out some time?"

Kurt chuckled. Her expression was so similar to Blaine's.

"Of course," Blaine assured the girl. "I'll give both my and Kurt's numbers to your sister and you can keep in touch that way, okay?"

"YAY!"

The teens chuckled as Blaine swapped information with Callie.

"You were amazing out there, by the way," she said in Kurt's direction.

"Thank you." Kurt turned toward the little girl. "And thank you again for the pretty flowers."

"You're welcome."

"Come on, Cind. Let's get home."

"Bye Kurt! Bye Blaine! See you soon!"

The couple waved as the sisters departed. Kurt leaned into Blaine who then wrapped an arm around his slim boyfriend's waist.

"And you thought tonight would go wrong," Blaine teased as he pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple.