Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated sooner! Anyway, here's a little belated fourth of july fluff for all of you! Enjoy!
Having Kurt move into the apartment was one of the best decisions Blaine could have ever made. He was just so utterly happy to have Kurt there with him. There were no more secrets, only bliss from their blossoming new relationship. Even Santana was enjoying having Kurt around. She loved Blaine, she really did, but Kurt had even closer interests to her and they hit it off right away...you know after she got over the whole dumping her best friend thing.
This weekend was the fourth of July, and while the three weren't planning on having a large celebration, they were planning on celebrating.
"So, what do you think about going to see the Macy's fireworks along the East River?" Blaine asked, nestled into Kurt's side on the couch.
"I think that'd be fun." Kurt replied.
"Sure, but no complaining when you have to rent me a forklift to get me off of the ground." Santana replied sarcastically. "These babies are making me feel like a whale."
"But, you're a pretty whale." Blaine said, trying not to laugh. She shot him a look before focusing her attention on the television. So, now they had a plan. The days before the fourth passed by quickly and soon it was the day that they had been waiting for. They all dressed in red, white, and blue attire in order to appear festive.
"Why don't we go into times square?" Santana offered. "I hear that some pretty cool stuff is going on. But, we have to stop at the dance studio first." she added quietly.
"And, why may I ask do we have to do that?" Blaine asked smugly.
"Because I want to meet up with a friend." She shot back.
"Does this friend have a name?" Kurt asked chiming in.
"Her name is Brittany and before you say anything,like I know you're going to, we are just friends!" Santana exclaimed, her cheeks blushing.
"Yeah, I'm sure." Blaine replied. "The color of your cheeks tells me otherwise."
"Oh shut up!" Santana snapped. "Let's just go." she added grabbing her bag and walking towards the door. Kurt and Blaine shared a quick grin before following her out of the house. They walked down a few blocks where the dance studio was. Outside, was a skinny blonde woman, who, by the smile that formed on her face when Santana came into her view, gave Blaine and Kurt the indication that she was Brittany. Santana walked over and gave the blonde girl a hug and turned back to the boys.
"Kurt, Blaine, This is Brittany." Santana said, introducing her.
"It's nice to meet you." They both replied sticking their hands out to them. Brittany shook there hand and then looked at them with a puzzled look.
"Are you two friends?" she asked.
"Well, yes we are friends, but Kurt is my boyfriend." Blaine explained.
"I knew you were dolphins!" She exclaimed before getting distracted and pulled Santana off in another direction.
"Dolphins?" Kurt asked, a confused look on his face. "What does she mean we're dolphins?"
"I have no clue." Blaine sighed as he took Kurt had and they began walking to catch up with the girls. When they got Times Square it was buzzing with excitement. Street performers litter the streets and there were more tourist than usual...if that was truly possible. All three of them watched as Brittany's face lit up when she saw all of the different characters around the square. She truly was something else. Not many full grown adults would get so excited over some guy begging for money in a Mickey Mouse costume...or at least that's what they thought his costume was. But, maybe that was why Santana liked Brittany. She had a childlike aura to her that made them all smile. For the rest of the day, they walked around, popping into the occasional shop to look around. In one of the stores they found the cutest onesie for the fourth of july.
"Next year, we'll have two babies to put in onesies like these." Blaine whispered softly into Kurt's ear making him smile and link hands with his boyfriend once again. When it was starting to get late, they went to grab some dinner. Just Chinese. Nothing too fancy. Then it was time for the fireworks. They made a quick stop at home to grab two blankets to lay on the grass and also allowed Santana to go to the bathroom for about the fifth time that day. Then, they walked down the noisy streets to the side of East River. Each couple, (even though Santana claimed she and Brittany weren't a couple) laid out a blanket and took a seat. They made conversation as they waited for the bright sun to finish setting and for the show to begin. A little after eight-thirty, the first of many fireworks shot into the sky and exploded producing a multitude of bright colors. Everyone got settled and watched as more of the powder filled rockets flew into the sky. Blaine looked down as he felt Kurt's head rest on his lap as he looked in wonderment up at show. Blaine couldn't help but smile and just sit happily as he ran his fingers through Kurt's light brown hair.
When Blaine looked to his right, he smiled at the sight of Santana sitting between Brittany's outstretched legs. He gave her a grin and Santana frowned.
"My back hurts because of your devil spawns." She shot back quietly. Blaine laughed and held his hands up in surrender before looking back up at the sky. The beautiful display of American pride was over in just a blink of an eye and it was time to go home. It was hard to believe that the holiday was over. The four adults packed up their things and then escorted Brittany before heading back their own home. Blaine was practically carrying Kurt, who had laid his head on Blaine's shoulder sleepily, into the house. Once inside, he helped Kurt into the bedroom and tucked him in. He placed a kiss on his forehead before journeying to the kitchen for a drink before bed.
"Did you have fun?" he asked Santana, who sat at the kitchen table.
"Yeah, I did." Santana replied. "The fireworks were really good. What about you?"
"It was good day." He replied. "San, can I ask you something?
"Sure.' She replied.
"Do you love Brittany?" he asked.
"Come on." She groaned.
"You said I could ask." Blaine defended. She sighed.
"I don't know." Santana finally admitted.
"You look at her like I look at Kurt." Blaine replied. "You seem happier."
"She's unique...really one of kind." Santana agreed.
"She truly is. Oh, one more thing, what did she mean when she said that Kurt and I were dolphins?" Blaine asked. Santana chuckled before looking up at her best friend.
"She thinks dolphins are gay sharks." Santana told him. Blaine laughed, joining in with his best friend.
"Don't let this one go San, she's special."Blaine laughed before finishing his drink and getting up from the table.
"I won't." She muttered to herself as she watched Blaine go down the hall. Once in his bedroom, Blaine pulled on a pair of pajamas and then crawled into bed next to Kurt. As he lay there,his arms around his gorgeous boyfriend, he couldn't help but think about how fortunate he was. He was Kurt, who was beyond amazing, Santana, his best friend in the world, and two little babies on the way. How could life get any better?
By the way, I've started a klaine future fic role play on Tumblr with Honeybooboo93. I'd love for all of you to check it out! It follows Kurt, Blaine and their two children, Kaitlyn who is ten, and Ryan who is five and has Aspergers. My blog rp's Blaine and Honeybooboo93's rp's Kurt, so whoever you'd like to follow it cool! I'll post the links. I hope to see all of you following my blog on tumblr pretty soon!
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