When you're done reading, or during, anytime you'd like, go search up Darren's version of 'Tu Vuo Fa L'Americano' cause I didn't know he spoke Italian and when I found out…jeez.
"Well, my guitar has been through a lot, might as well travel with us!" Blaine smirked and Kurt rolled his eyes, knowing his husband would whip it out any time he could.
"Oh come on, Kurt, tell me you wouldn't love it if I serenaded you in these streets, in Italy!" throwing his arms out wide and gesturing to the beautiful place around them.
"Oh yeah, and have everyone stare at us because they can't understand what you're saying."
"I speak Italian." Blaine said, confused…he was sure he'd told Kurt about this before.
"You what?" Kurt squeaked, Blaine laughed "Why didn't you tell me that!"
"I mentioned it in passing, it's not like it's a big deal, I speak Filipino, too."
"Well that makes sense, your mother is…I had no idea…" He looked up at Blaine "do you know how hot that is?" Blaine smirked and waggled his eyebrows
"Oh is it, now?" he asked, putting his hand on the strap of his guitar and swung it around, Kurt's eyes widened, 'I guess it wouldn't be that strange' he thought, some people were out here already, strumming on guitars or violins, what did it matter if Blaine started up? He sat down on a nearby bench and looked up at Blaine expectantly.
"It's not exactly a love song," Blaine shrugged "but I like it."
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!
Kurt's jaw dropped as Blaine strummed the guitar and sang, some people stopped and looked over at him, interested.
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 swallowed the lump in his throat as more people gathered around, smiling and listening intently to his husband play, but Blaine's eyes were glued to his own.
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!
o kay, napolitan…
Blaine ended the song on his own note, and people applauded and began to disperse.
"Okay…" Kurt breathed "please do that more often." Blaine laughed and swung the guitar back around, taking Kurt's hand.
"Whatever you say, il mio amore" Blaine chuckled as Kurt blushed.
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"I can't believe we're actually travelling like this," Kurt laughed as he leaned against Blaine. "I mean, in highschool I thought I'd be stuck in Ohio forever…now we're in London." He shook his head "you're just too amazing."
"I do it for you," Blaine smiled and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose.
They spent the day sightseeing, mostly, of course they went in a few shops where Kurt looked through the clothes, and they stopped somewhere for dinner, and finally headed back to their hotel.
"I'm glad we waited for kids," Kurt said lazily as they laid in bed that night
"Me too, see, we get to do this…then when we're ready we'll think about kids." Kurt smiled and snuggled close to Blaine.
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"Well…that pretty much cancels our plans for today." Blaine sighed, sipping his coffee and looking out the window to the rapidly flooding streets. Kurt sighed dramatically
"We're leaving in a few days anyway…why not just have one to cuddle and watch movies?" Blaine smirked, still looking out the window
"I like the sound of- HOLY SHIT." He nearly spilled his coffee, he set it down on the table, slipped on shoes, didn't bother with a jacket and ran down the hallway, leaving Kurt staring after him, more confused than ever. He looked out the window just in time to see Blaine running across the street, bending down, grabbing something, and running back. Kurt gave up trying to figure it out, and sat on the couch, awaiting the return of his drenched boyfriend.
Blaine returned moments later, dripping all over the floor and holding a small, shivering, orange thing in his hands.
"Blaine…what is that?" Kurt asked, standing up and walking over
"A kitten." Blaine answered, holding his cupped hands out a little further "wanna get him…and me a towel?" he smiled brightly, Kurt sighed and went to get Blaine a towel, and decided the kitten would fit in a washcloth. Blaine handed the kitten off to Kurt and began to strip down in the doorway, not wanting to get water all over the hotel room. He got changed and met Kurt back on the couch, where the kitten's fur was beginning to puff up again. He smiled and took the little thing from Kurt.
"What are you going to do with it?" Kurt asked, and Blaine answered by smiling sweetly at him and batting his eyes "No. Blaine, we are not keeping that. What if it has rabies or something?" just then, it started to purr and rub it's little pink nose against Blaine's cheek.
"It likes me!" Blaine exclaimed "please, Kurt, I'll take such good care of him! He can be like our first baby!" Kurt rolled his eyes
"Fine. It's a cat, how much damage can it do?"
"None! Yes! Hear that, Crookshanks, you get to come home with us!" he nuzzled the cat as Kurt stared at him.
"Did you just name it Crookshanks?" He asked in disbelief, Blaine blushed
"Well, yeah…he's fluffy and orange…like Hermi-"
"I know what it's from," Kurt laughed "you're such a nerd."
"A nerd with an amazing husband who lets me keep kittens!"
"Kitten." Kurt corrected, pecking Blaine on the lips "don't think in plurals."
(AUTHORS NOTE: I wanted them to have a cat. So…yeah. I've always wanted an orange cat just so I can name it Crookshanks, but I love my little bland ones all the same. Anyway, please review!
Ps. I've got three cats…I think I'm starting the crazy cat lady thing a bit early…)