Infantilism Blaine

Off to Disney - Part 5

"Ickey" he smiles.

"Yeah, good boy" I praise and then buy the Mickey Mouse balloon.

"Brittany, sweetie, would you like a Minnie Mouse one?" I asked her.

"Yes pwease" she asks all shyly.

"Ok" I say and then get her a Minnie Mouse balloon and I tied them both to the chair on each handle on the same side as they sit.

"Kurt, no, here have the money back" Santana says just because I bought Brittany a balloon.

"No, no, I'm not taking it, I'm allowed to spoil her time to time" I say stubbornly, but with a smile.

"Kurt, take it"

"No"

"Ugh, fine" she sighs as she gives up.

"Blaine and Brittany, do you wanna go on the roller coaster?" I ask them.

"Yeah" they both cheer.

"Ok, can I have another adult with me please?" I ask as I couldn't go on with two kids in a two seated cart with the three of us.

"Sure, ill go" Finn volunteers.

"What about Rachel?"

"She's gone off somewhere with mum" he explains.

"Oh"

"Ok, are you going with Britt or Blaine?"

"Um, I'll go with Blaine, if that's alright" he asks.

"Sure, sure, come on then Brittany" I then say to Brittany and we all queue for the ride. We finally got on and waited for everyone else to get on and ready, before the ride started. Once we got off, Blaine was crying and Brittany was laughing.

"He didn't like it" Finn told me as I took Blaine from him.

"Oh dear, did you not like that baby?" I asked him.

"No" he sobbed.

"Ok, ok, we'll go on a different ride then, shall we?"

"Eah" he sniffles.

"Ok" so we went on something less faster: the Ferris wheel.

"Thank you" the man says as we show him our wrist bands.

"You ready baby?" I asked him as he shut the door.

"No daddy, open" he starts to cry.

"It's ok sweetie, look, can you you spot Aunty San and grandpa and Uncle Finn?" I ask him as I put him on my lap and try to get him to cheer up, so he's not scared.

"Eah, wook" he says and points out.

"Good job"

"Here we go" I say as it started to go round slowly.

"Wee" he cheers.

"See, it's not that bad, is it you silly boy?" I tell him.

"Wee" he says again. Once we went round, it was time to get off.

"Gen gen" he cheers.

"Later baby, we'll go on other different rides first ok?" I ask him.

"Otay daddy"

"Good boy" I praise as I kiss his forehead and put him in his seat of the pushchair.

"Right, what next?" It got to another half hour and both babies were getting tired, especially Blaine as he didn't sleep well the night before.