Hello again! Thanks for all the new follows! Please if you like what you read leave a review :) They make Blaine happy. This is a pretty short chapter but it has one of my favorite people in it. Disclaimer - I don't own anything.


"Ay mira! Dame lo dame lo! Shit, you brats always gots to touch something! No me gusta! Go home!" Blaine and Kurt heard during a walk around the neighborhood two weeks later.

"Blaine now you get to meet Santana." They rounded the corner to see a beautiful Latina shaking her shoe at some of her cousins that were running around in her front yard. Kurt and Blaine walked over to her yard and cut across the grass up to her porch. "Hey Satan!"

Santana smiled and went over to hug Kurt. "Hey yourself, Lady Lips; long time no see. Did you forget I live around the corner?"

"I'm sorry; I've been a little preoccupied."

"So I've heard. Are you going to introduce me to your hot piece of ass or what?"

Blaine's cheeks started to burn as his face flushed. Had she really just said that? "Santana stop, he's not a piece of ass. He's my friend. Blaine, Santana, Santana Blaine. He moved into my third floor at the beginning of the summer.

"Well nice to meet you, Triangles." She started to say but got distracted when she found one of her cousins drinking her lemonade. "Shit! Go home!" She yelled at the child before returning her attention to the boys. "Those kids are no good, just like their damn father. I am never, ever, having kids."

Kurt laughed and Blaine smiled nervously. Santana was out there and he really wasn't comfortable. He began to nervously scratch at his arm and look at the ground. Santana was extremely intimidating. Luckily for him, Kurt had become really good at reading Blaine and decided to cut the visit short. "Well Satan we have to get back, his dad will be home soon. I'll see you at school next week."

"See ya, gay face. Bye, new kid." Blaine and Kurt waved and walked back towards the house to sounds of her yelling at the children in Spanish.

"It doesn't make you mad that she calls you names like lady lips and gay face?" Blaine honestly had no idea whether he should be offended or just plain confused.

"Nah, it's just how she is. You get used to it. Besides that girl is gayer than the 4th of July even if she refuses to admit it. And she's the only one allowed to call me stuff like that. She's definitely out there. Satan is fun though and a good friend once you break down the bitch." Blaine smiled at Kurt as they got to their home. "It will take some getting used to, but I can totally see Santana becoming one of your best friends. I don't know why, but I think you two will mesh well.

"Hey Kurt, Blaine, dad's having a cook out for us. He wants to know if you want hot dogs or hamburgers." Marley yelled from the front porch where she was sitting with Skylar and Quinn.

"Are the hotdogs kosher?"

"Probably not!"

"Then hamburgers, thanks Mar!"

Blaine seemed confused. "Are you Jewish?"

"Uh –" Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes. "–oh, the kosher thing. No, but hotdogs are horrible nasty things full of garbage I won't mention. However; for food to be considered kosher it has strict guidelines. No rat tail blends for me thank you." Blaine was completely and utterly disgusted.

"I don't think I'll ever eat another hot dog again." Kurt laughed and the boys headed to the backyard.

The backyard was pretty small. Even so, Burt did manage to fit a swing set and kiddie pool back there somehow. Kurt and Blaine each sat in a swing and started to lazily push their bodies in the swings with their feet. For what seemed like minutes, or maybe even days, the lost themselves in chatter and mindless conversations. This had become quite a common occurrence between the two. Every so often their conversation would halt and they would catch a quick daze or smile from each other.


Burt and Joshua sat in lawn chairs close to the grill each sipping on a beer. It was the first time since before the Anderson's moved in that they actually had a chance to sit and talk.

"So Joshua, how's the job going?"

"As well as being a janitor can go I suppose. It's just a stark contrast to the accounting position I held prior. I keep applying, but it's hard out there."

"Oh yes, it is definitely hard out there, especially for a single parent. Trust me, I've been there. Kurt and Marley were only eight when they lost their mom."

Joshua sighed deeply before taking a swig of his drink. "Such short lives and they have all dealt with such crap. It's not fair."

"You speak the truth."

The men look over at their sons who were still obliviously flirting with each other. "You have a good son there, Burt. He's helped Blaine out so much. This is the happiest I've seen him since before the accident."

"Kurt hasn't been this happy in a long time either; his life isn't all sunshine and daisies."

"I know that all too well. Just look at them, can they be anymore oblivious?"

"To the fact that they are crazy about each other?"

"Yea, just look at them; the only two they are fooling are themselves." Burt laughed and sipped his beer.

"That sounds like my boy."

"Mine too. I hope they figure it out soon though, I can't stand seeing my son so sad."

"They will, don't worry." Burt said between sips of his beer. "It's only a matter of time."


Oh can you feel it yet?