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Amsterdam die mooie stad...: When Unexpected Things Happen


T - Words: 1,000 - Last Updated: Jul 08, 2014
Story: Closed - Chapters: 9/? - Created: Jan 04, 2014 - Updated: Jan 04, 2014
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The story of "het Groene Boekje" by Yuè justasmallbloginabigklainefandom.

Het Groene Boekje is THE dutch language. Everything you need to know is in it. Easy, right? No.

Why? Because they change the fucking thing. The latest version is the 2005 version, but now theyre going to rewrite it again in 2018. What does that mean? We kinda need to learn the dutch spelling rules again and thats bad because we all know the 2005 version. And believe me, spelling is horrible.

Everyone who has their senior year in 2018 (ME, ME) has a big problem because the 2005 will be wrong so theres a big chance we wont pass.

But yeah... dutch.

Delfts blauw.

Also, I am so sorry for the ending.

Ik belde Janneke en zij zei dat ik niet hoef te werken op die dagen = I called Janneke and she told me I dont have to work on those days.

Geweldig = awesome (sort of. It can also be translated with amazing and incredible and so on)

Weet ik = I know

Ja? Dat ben ik = Yes, thats me

Helaas moet ik u mededelen dat uw partner = Unfortunately I have to inform you that your partner

 

.... met hoeveel letters spel je dat?


‘What do you mean?' Kurt asks, totally forgetting that he should speak dutch.

‘Well,' Blaine looks down, ‘It's almost October and Christmas is coming and we're going to Lima. Don't forget the amount of Christmas presents.'

‘We have enou-‘

‘I know, Kurt,' Blaine finally looks up, ‘But it's good to have a buffer, right? What if something happens? Also, I… don't you want to live a normal life without worrying about money all the time?'

‘I am.'

‘Yes, but sometimes when you stroll through the city, don't you want to buy something because you can or, I don't know. We both know you've been drooling over that grey blazer they sell at the H&M.'

‘I… yes,' Kurt admits, ‘I hate it when you're right, but two jobs? What about your shifts?'

‘You're not even going to ask what my second job is? Or maybe even more important: how I got it?'


‘I need to do something!'

‘But you're doing something?' Isabelle asked, ‘So what do you mean?'

‘Don't know,' Blaine shrugged, ‘I like the coffee shop, but it doesn't feel right. I want to start living. I graduated, you understand? Not like I want a full time job or whatever, but at least something I like.'

‘And you like performing?' Isabelle asked to be sure, ‘I don't think-‘

‘Also kids,' Blaine interrupts and it falls silent.

‘What do you want to do with kids?' Isabelle asked, ‘You went to NYADA. NYADA is a performing arts school.' ‘True,' Blaine stated, 'But remember my first two summers in New York?'

Uh… vaguely.'

‘Well, to refresh your memory: I worked in that one kindergarten that wasn't a kindergarten because most of those kids were between eight and twelve.'

‘Blaine, I don't want to discourage you,' Isabelle started, ‘But you're in the Netherlands. I know kids already learn the basics like “hello my name is…”, but that's all they can do.' She had a point.

‘It was just a random thought,' Blaine said softly, ‘Never mind.'

The next day, Blaine received a call from Isabelle.

'Isa?' Blaine was confused. It was 3am in the states. ‘Hello!' Isabelle greeted him, ‘Blaine, about yesterday-‘ ‘I know, it was stupi-‘ ‘I got you a job.'

‘What?' Blaine jumped out of his chair, ‘A job?'

‘Yes, I mean, if you want it,' Isabelle added, ‘It's at this primary school in Amsterdam that teaches “tweetalig onderwijs.” That means the lessons are English.'

‘I don't under-‘ ‘Shhh, trust me,' Isabelle hushed him, 'You're not a teacher, but one of those that jumps in once or twice a week for a particular lesson, for example music.'

‘Are you serious?' Blaine asked in disbelief, ‘I… how… what?'

‘I have my connections,' he could hear Isabelle grinning, ‘If you take it, it's only for three hours on a Tuesday and another two in Thursday.'

Isa, I don't know what to say.'

‘A simple thank you is enough,' Isabelle said.

‘Thank you.'


‘Wow,' Kurt is speechless.

‘I know,' Blaine says, 'Is it okay?'

Kurt blinks a few times. ‘I think it's amazing,' he says eventually and leans over the table to kiss Blaine. ‘We also need to send Isa a gift basket.‘

‘Wait,' Kurt says, ‘Another job? What about your shifts on Tuesday and Thursday?'

‘Ah well,' Blaine huffs, ‘Ik bel Janneke and zij said I don't have to werk op those dagen.'

‘What?' ‘I meant-‘ ‘I understood,' Kurt cuts him off, 'But just like that?'

‘Well she said she loved me,' Blaine smiles, ‘I am the perfect barista and she didn't want to let me go.'

‘Geweldig!' Kurt says. ‘Weet ik,' Blaine says and Kurt leans closer.

So he starts and the kids love him. He has seven classes and he loves it too.

Months pass.

October…

November…

December 2017

Everyone is back in Lima for Christmas – even Santana-  and the glee club reunites.

They all bring a lot of presents and Kurt and Blaine give everyone something delfts blauw.

They are a little bit shocked when Tina announces she's leaving New York for a road trip to find her inner self, but it's nice being in Lima. Kurt really missed his dad.

They fly back two days after Christmas and attend Emmeken's NYE party with Els, who got a job at the HEMA (surprise, surprise).

2018 starts good.

Them speaking dutch is also working out.

Of course, Els gets frustrated all the time. Not because of Kurt and/or Blaine, but because “het Groene Boekje.” ‘It makes spelling even harder!'

Els is right, thought, Kurt and Blaine don't notice the problems “het Groene Boekje” causes, but spelling is still a pain in the ass. Like, you spell that era with a capital, but that one not. That one has a “tussen e,” but that one doesn't.

6th of January, Kurt is home alone. Blaine went out to buy some more “boterpuntjes” form the Albert Heijn. He's sketching while listening to music. He absolutely loves Lady Gaga's newest album.

Minutes pass.

Hours pass.

Kurt is worried. He tries calling Blaine several times, but he gets the voicemail again and again and again.

Then, their apartment phone rings.

‘Hello?' Kurt answers.

‘Meneer Kurt Hummel?' a deep voice asks. Kurt doesn't know what to do.

‘Ya? Dat is me.' A cough. ‘Helaas moet ik u mededelen dat uw partner, Blaine Anderson-‘

Kurt doesn't understand.

‘I don't understand,' he says. Another cough. ‘Oh okay…' the man says something in english and Kurt breaks down.


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