I'M GOING TO NEW YORK IN LESS THAN TWO MONTHS!
Sorry, I'm just really excited over it. I've known it for a year, almost, but it's really getting close now… Any recommendations of what I absolutely need to do?
Also, I love you!
I feel the need to tell you guys that every time, because it's true!
Short chapter, the next one will be short as well. They're sort of 'in-between-ers' for the second part of the story. Also, for future reference. I love Klaine, and it's endgame for me. My Klaine stories will always have a happy ending. It'll make sense in the future why I am telling you guys this. Just, remember it, okay?
CHAPTER 14
Sunday evening, November 22th, 2015
"Kurt, is it okay if I use your laptop to send a quick mail to Wesley? I forgot mine at work this morning."
"Sure." Kurt glanced over the back of the couch at his boyfriend. He had been lying on the couch for the better part of the day, still recovering. He did plan on going to work tomorrow, though.
"What's this?" Blaine frowned at the screen that popped up on the laptop. "University of Columbus, College of Applied Arts."
"Nothing!" Kurt's eyes widened and he scrambled off the couch, trying to snatch his laptop away.
"Kurt." Blaine looked at him curiously. "What is this?"
"It's nothing, Blaine," he replied stubbornly.
"You were researching design courses?"
Kurt snapped his laptop from Blaine and closed it with a harsh thud.
"Kurt-"
"No! I don't want to talk about it."
"But… Why?" Blaine looked confused. "It's something you want, right?"
"It doesn't matter what I want, okay?"
"Kurt…" Blaine looked astounded. "Why are you getting mad about this? I'm just curious."
"Because it's your fault!" Kurt nearly shrieked. "You and your stupid, perfect speeches that make me feel like I can have anything I want in the world!" With that, he turned around and stormed into their bedroom.
…
"Kurt?" Blaine stood in the doorway of their room, watching his boyfriend lying in their bed with Luna cradled in his arms.
"Shh, she's sleeping."
Blaine nodded and tiptoed into the room. He grabbed the fairytale book that lay abandoned next to Kurt and put in on the nightstand before lying down on the bed. He smiled at the little girl splayed on Kurt's chest, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.
"Kurt, can we at least talk about this?"
Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, tightening his grip on Luna. "It's nothing, just a stupid idea I had."
"It's not stupid if it's your dream," Blaine replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kurt chuckled humorlessly, his eyes trained on the ceiling. "Didn't you ever have silly dreams when you were in high school?"
"Well, yeah."
"Designing was my dream. Going to New York, getting into a fancy college - that was my dream." He shrugged noncommittally. "My dream changed. I can't drive to Columbus two days a week, do homework in the evenings, work, and spend all the time I want with Luna and you."
"But-"
Kurt shook his head. "It's just something that was stuck in my head. I wanted to see if there was a slight chance I could do it. It's okay. Practically nobody's dreams from high school come true."
"Mine did."
"You… what?"
"Mine did," Blaine repeated. "I got you and Luna. My dream came true."
Kurt turned his head so he could see Blaine, his face scrunched up in confusion.
"I dreamed of a family."
"Oh."
"You can have more than one dream, you know. It's okay to want things for you, even though you have a family."
A sad smile formed itself on Kurt's face. "It's still too far, though. She's so young. I don't want to miss a thing."
"I know, but maybe in the future, things will change."
"Like what?"
"Who knows… they could build an Ivy League college right here in Lima; one that focuses on the arts."
"You sure dream big," Kurt said, chuckling.
"Hey, if anybody told me a year ago that by now I would be utterly and completely in love with a gorgeous man, and that man had a five-year-old daughter that felt more like my own each day, I would have declared them crazy."
Kurt's eyes softened and a sweet smile appeared on his face. "I guess you're right."
"I know I am. Maybe now is not the time for your dream to come true, but it will happen someday, believe me." Blaine pressed a kiss against Kurt's cheek before prying Luna out of his arms. His smile widened when she wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled in close to his chest, breathing in the familiar scent and relaxing immediately. "I'm just gonna lay her in her own bed; I'll be right back."
Monday November 23th, 2015
"Hey, Britt," Kurt smiled at the blonde who had seated herself at the counter. "Santana isn't working today. you know that, right?"
Brittany nodded. "I know."
"Okay." Kurt looked confused. "So why are you here?"
"I wanted to talk to you, about Luna and Santana."
"O-okay."
"Santana is jealous of you."
"I… What?" Kurt was taken aback at her bluntness.
"She's jealous of you and Blaine."
"Why?"
"Because she wants what you guys have. She wants to have a family."
"She has you," Kurt protested.
"It's not the same though. You guys are a real family. You have a child together," she said matter-of-factly.
Kurt swallowed heavily at that statement. Nobody, except Kurt and Blaine themselves, had ever called Luna theirs.
"No matter how hard Santana might want it, she's not my daughter."
"I… why do you say that?" Kurt asked carefully, afraid to say something wrong.
"Because she's your daughter. Yours and Blaine's. I'm not her mother; I don't want to be her mother; I don't feel like her mother. I love her, but not like you and Blaine love her."
"Santana apparently doesn't feel the same," Kurt answered, referring to what had happened in August in an icy tone.
"I'm sorry," the blonde said sincerely. "She was wrong to do that."
"I…" Kurt hesitated, "I don't know what to say."
Brittany shrugged. "You don't have to say anything. I'm glad I could give you your daughter, Kurt, and I'm glad Blaine found his daughter as well. She was never mine."
"You really feel like that?" Kurt swallowed heavily and willed away the tears that were forming in his eyes.
Brittany nodded. "Just, don't be mad at Santana, okay? She's just jealous."
Oh, right. Kurt had almost forgotten the reason Brittany was here - Santana.
"Britt, do you…" He bit his lip. "Do you want children of your own?"
She shrugged and stood up. "I guess, but Santana doesn't have a cock, so we'll just have to wait for a stork to show up."
"O-okay…" he bit his bottom lip for a moment, pondering. If she really didn't feel like Luna's mom, surely, in the future she wouldn't mind signing the papers to give up her legal rights as a parent. That way Blaine would be able adopt Luna. Before he could form a proper sentence from his thoughts however, Brittany had turned around and skipped out of the diner as abruptly as she had appeared.
…
"Brittany showed up at the diner today."
"Oh?" Blaine cocked his head. "Why?"
"I think she wanted to apologize for Santana's behavior."
"Well, that's something, I guess." Blaine turned his head back toward the television.
"You should give them a chance, Blaine."
"Why?" Blaine responded without turning his gaze away from 'America's Next Top Model'. "I don't like them. I don't like the way they treat our daughter."
"Baby, do you still want her to be yours officially someday?"
Blaine turned his head abruptly. "You know I do."
"Then you're gonna have to get along. Britt will need to sign papers to give up her rights as a parent."
Blaine looked dumbstruck; he hadn't even though about that. "I- yeah I guess so." Santana obviously had a lot of influence over Britt, so he might need to work on being a bit more friendly to her. He stared blankly at the TV screen, not even noticing when one of his favorite models was being judged.
Kurt studied Blaine's face for a moment, reaching over to hug him when he saw Blaine's frown. "It'll be okay. Britt practically said that Luna was our daughter already."
"Yeah?" Blaine leaned into Kurt, relaxing in his embrace. He could feel Kurt nodding.
"She said something along the lines of 'I'm glad Blaine found his daughter'."
"I love her so much."
Kurt smiled against Blaine's head, knowing he was talking about Luna.
"I know it's not possible here, but I will find a way to make her officially mine. I will."
Kurt tightened his grip on Blaine, his heart beating wildly in his chest.
"As soon as I get the chance," Blaine vowed, "as soon as it's legal, I'm going to marry you and adopt her."
He looked at Kurt, insecurity clouding his eyes. "If you want to?"
"Blaine Anderson," Kurt answered, offended, "if you seriously think you can ask me to marry you when we're sitting on our couch in the living room, you have another 'think' coming. I expect at least a ring or two and a heartfelt, rehearsed, speech."
"Two?"
"I'm not a girl. If we're getting engaged, I expect you to wear an engagement ring as well."
Blaine nodded thoughtfully. "So, two rings, a speech, asking your father for his permission… anything else?"
Kurt shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Will you say yes?"
"What do you think?" Kurt answered, pressing a fierce kiss against Blaine's lips. He sucked Blaine's bottom lip in his own mouth, nibbling on it softly before releasing it. "This does not count, but if you ask me to marry you, I will undoubtedly say yes."
"Good." Blaine hid his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, breathing in what could only be described as Kurt, his beautiful boyfriend, his partner, his future fiancé and husband.
"You should let her record a single." Kurt said suddenly.
"WHAT?" He pulled back to stare at Kurt with wide eyes.
"You should hire Santana," Kurt repeated with a nonchalant shrug. "She has a killer voice, believe me. I was in glee club with her."
Blaine thought about this. Kurt had suggested this last week, but he had brushed it off as fever hallucinations at the time. He didn't like Santana, but he at least had to try to get along, and if she did have a good voice, like Kurt suggested, he might be able to kill two birds with one stone.
"Probably after Christmas break, though. I still want to go to New York to visit Rachel."
Blaine chuckled. "Believe me, even if Santana manages to get us a number one hit, Wesley will always want to sign Rachel Berry."
"Great," Kurt smiled, "so you'll think about it?"
Blaine nodded. Maybe he would, just for one song though, to see what she could do.
Tuesday December 1st, 2015
Blaine frowned when he walked into the studio and found Santana and David yelling in each other's faces.
"Is everything okay?" he asked timidly.
"I give up!" David threw his hands up in the air. "She's impossible to work with!"
"I am not!" Santana replied. "I just want a decent song."
"This is a good song," he contradicted.
"Yeah, if I was some fake rapper's girlfriend. I'm not gonna sing about shaking my ass to the music. I'm not R&B!"
"You… what?" Blaine bit his lip to stop himself from laughing.
"I did not agree to this, Curly!" She pointed accusingly at Blaine. "I'm done!"
"Hey come on now," Blaine tried to calm her down. "I never said we'd make an R&B singer out of you. I've got something better. Hold on."
He handed Santana a piece of paper and sat down at the keyboard in the recording booth. "Now, I'm not done with it. It's just the start. But maybe we can work on it. The three of us." He shot a pointed look at both of them.
"This actually looks decent," she said with a sour face.
"Good," Blaine answered. "Try to sing along, okay."
He started playing the keyboard and sang softly along. "Look inside. Look inside your tiny mind Now look a bit harder. Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor."
Santana was bobbing her head softly to the tune and joined in. "So you say it's not okay to be gay. Well I think you're just evil. You're just some racist who can't tie my laces. Your point of view is medieval."
"I like it," David said. "It's kinda pop, but with a 'fuck you' attitude."
Santana was humming something under her breath.
"What?" Blaine turned to her with a frown.
"I was just repeating David's words."
"Do it again," he insisted.
"What?"
"Sing it again, louder." Blaine started playing again.
"Fuck you, fuck you very, very mu-u-uch."
"Brilliant." Blaine grinned.
"No way," David interfered. "We can't have her sing something like that."
"Why not?" Blaine questioned. "It's brilliant. It's new, controversial. People will love it."
"Or they'll hate it."
Blaine shrugged and looked to Santana. "Is that a risk you want to take?"
She smiled deviously. "Let's record this shit."
….
"Well?" Kurt was looking at Blaine with an anxious face.
"Hi, I missed you, too, today, and I love you, too, of course." Blaine replied with a straight face.
"Sure, sure." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I missed you; I love you. Now tell me: how was it?"
Blaine grinned as Luna ran into the room and jumped into his arms, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek.
"Hi, Sweetie."
"I missed you." She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tightly.
"See." Blaine grinned at Kurt over her head. "That's all I'm asking, a little love when I get home."
Kurt couldn't help the smile that found its way onto his face.
"It was good."
"Just good?"
"Okay, her voice is amazing; you were right." Blaine sat down on the couch next to Kurt, while Luna skipped towards Thumper's cage to pick up the little rabbit and play with him.
"But?"
Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "The song we recorded, it's kinda… blunt."
Kurt frowned in confusion.
"I had her working with David first, but he had a bit of a stereotypical view of what she should record."
"He tried to make her sing an R&B song?" Kurt frowned.
"Yeah, let's just say it wasn't really working. So I had her record one of my songs instead."
"Which one?"
"You remember when the gay marriage bill didn't pass last month in Michigan?"
Kurt nodded. Both of them had been disappointed by that event.
"Yeah, remember some of the lyrics I wrote that night?"
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows, thinking, when suddenly his eyes widened. "You didn't?"
"It seemed like a brilliant idea at the moment. We worked on it, and she loved it. I truly believe it's a great song…" he trailed off.
"It's really to the point, isn't it?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, if someone can pull it off, I'm sure it's Santana, but I'm taking a huge risk here. Either people will love it, or they will hate it."
"What did Wesley say?"
"He hasn't heard it yet."
Wednesday December 16th, 2015
And now, ladies and gentleman, a song by newcomer Santana Lopez. This was only released Monday, but it's got people talking all over the country for the straightforwardness and blunt lyrics. What do you think? Let us know via Twitter or Facebook with the hashtag SLopez!
Wesley was sitting in his office, closely monitoring the Twitter feed and Facebook messages of one of New York's top radio stations. Releasing Fuck You was a huge risk. It could make or break them, but they'd decided to take the risk. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
#SLopez the song is brilliant, I love it.
How dare they promote gay rights like this, #SLopez is disgusting.
Fuck you, fuck you very, very much! #Gayequality #SLopez
To all those against gay equality: your view is medieval, #SLopez
Catchy tune #SLopez
It's okay to be gay #SLopez
I wonder if she's gay as well? #SLopez
#SLopez is gonna be big, I can feel it!
It's gonna create a riot, #SLopez, love it though.
#legalizegaymarriage #SLopez
…
The song that Santana records is 'Fuck you' by Lily Allen. Now, I don't know how popular Lily Allen is where you live, but I changed the lyrics a bit to fit more into my story. Here's a video of the altered version. It's almost exactly like the original, but without the last verse, because it doesn't fit (it's about going to war and stuff)
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Look inside
Look inside your tiny mind
Now look a bit harder
Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor
So you say
It's not okay to be gay
Well I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Do you get
Do you get a little kick out of being slow minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well that's not how you find it
Do you
Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
Your losing control of it and it's really distasteful
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you
Fuck you very, very much
Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you,
Fuck you
Now, review responses:
Minalover: aw thank you! Santana is singing here, and we will see the green lady in the next chapter! No worries.
Mary Peguero: aah, you're the only one who noticed my evil 'daddy Blaine' scheme. Congrats.
Miss Jayne76: ah well, I am secretly stalking you… haha.
Humhallelujah: asdfghjklm, just the idea that you put me in the same league as 'gyow' and 'little numbers'. That's just… thank you! I love those fics!
DemitriMp: well, I wouldn't say plenty. So far I know of 3 :) it's just hard to tell with the usernames sometimes. Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it!
LizzieLe: yes, believe me, I wouldn't have put it in if it wasn't important ;)
Yaoilover1013: iep, glad I could help!
Bring bee a lollipop: yup, you may! Oh, and she sounds adorable, how old is she? :D
Thenextmrs Lutz: you can, but don't do any permanent damage…
Sebastian: first of all, yes, I'm a girl :D There's a reason why my English is this good, I have an awesome beta. She's an English teacher, and a grammar super hero! My story wouldn't be half as good without her. You should make an account, and you could maybe translate your fics to English? I'm not sure if there are many Spanish speaking people here. Then again, I have a friend who's from Argentina, so that's at least one Spanish speaking person :)
Anyways, thanks for your lovely, enthusiastic review! I hope you'll continue to read and review!
Klaine4evercrisscolfer: ooh, that's an intresting idea. I planned on doing some one-shots in this verse after I finished it, so maybe. I'm not promising anything, but I'll try to do it!
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