landslide [glee one shots]

Carnival Anniversary (Gay Sqaud)

or Klarittana if you're my_gay_moms_brittana. (who also helped me with this prompt so thank youuuu)

i've stared at that gif an unhealthy amount of times. . .

thanks to bagosche for requesting this amazing squad, i've been wanting to do this for a while now.

also thank you soooo much for giving me prompt ideas, i'll try to use them later on!!

i hope you like and happy reading!

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"Blaine, it's a kitten." Kurt squealed as he pointed to the stuffed animal hanging at one of the booths named 'Ball Toss' and jumped up and down like a five-year old.

Said man looked over to where his husband was pointing and chuckled. "I see that."

"You know," the taller man hinted, playing with the sleeve of Blaine's sweater. "Margret Thatcher Dog gets very lonely not having having any one to talk to or play with."

"Is that so." Blaine grinned, looking over to Brittany and Santana who were making puking gestures. He sent them a playful glare before looking back to Kurt.

"Mhm." he nodded. "And I'm pretty sure he would greatly enjoy the company if we got him someone. . ."

"Is that your subtle way of asking me to play a game for you?"

The taller male nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Plus, it would cute that I got you one and you got me the other."

"You didn't technically get Margret for me though, Finn did for Rachel and you stole it." Blaine pointed out, raising an eyebrow and biting his lip to suppress a laugh when he saw the glare on his lovers face.

"That's not the point, Blaine Devon, and you know it's not." he pouted. "Pleeease?"

"Oh my god, gel brains, just get your whipped ass over to the booth and win the man his damn kitten!" Santana cried, Brittany giggling. "This is our anniversary too, and I kinda don't want to spend it hearing you two argue."

Kurt gestured to the Latina as if to say 'listen to her!' and the shorter male finally just gave in. "Fine, fine." and Kurt clapped then gave the two girls a thumbs up. "But, Santana has to play with me." Blaine quickly added, full on grinning at the shorter female.

Blaine would be dead if looks could kill.

"Ooo, yes!" now it was Brittany's turn to clap as she turned to her wife and smiled. "Pleeease, Tana?"

"No, no, no." Santana said firmly, not meeting her wife's gaze knowing she would give in if she did. "You know I hate wasting my money on stupid things like this."