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Blaine loved carnivals ever since he was a little boy. He loved all the big rides that he was always too short to go on, he loved the small ones that always made him feel like he was four years old. He loved the greasy food and the big crowds. He loved riding the Ferris wheel at night and spending ten dollars to try and win a prize you could find at the dollar store. He was exhilarated watching the different shows they put on and just plain ecstatic to be there.

And now he was watching all of these emotions flutter through Kurt's glasz eyes and he started loving carnivals even more then he had before. He was pretty sure that in a second Kurt would start screaming and jumping up and down. His eyes were taking in all the different things while he made sure to not get caught in the crowd. Blaine smiled as he felt a tap on his shoulder and tore his eyes from Kurt to see Wes and David. "Hey guys." He grinned.

"Hey Blainers." Wes smirked, petting his head of curly hair, which was free of its usual gel. "How are things going with our little baguette?"

Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the obscure nickname for his friend. "I'm not sure whether I should find that offensive or not?"

Wes rolled his eyes. "You know we love our boy…." Wes paused as David nudged his shoulder.

"Uh…guys….where is he?"

The trio all paused to look around their surroundings; moments ago Kurt was in their line of vision, not anymore. They caught a flash of the purple scarf that Kurt had worn that day and they set off running, feeling a sense of panic run through him, Blaine bolted as fast as he could. The last thing that he wanted was for Kurt to get lost in such a crowd, and if the Dalton jacket trailing Kurt was a clue, Michael.

Blaine looked around as he turned a corner, finding the boy standing, and his eyes wild and confused. "Michael." The foreign boy hissed. "Why can you not just leave alone me?"

Blaine froze, feeling like he was in the courtyard all over again. Kurt placed his hands on his hips and raised a brow as Michael sputtered for a moment.

"Just give me a chance."

Kurt laughed out loud at the words, fixing his bangs. "Must many how chances to give you, Michael? How much more do you need for to me forgive?"

Blaine was beyond surprised that Michael didn't correct the words; instead the male just nodded his head and let Kurt speak.

"I know I don't deserve it…but….please, Kurt?"

Blaine watched his friends features soften a tiny bit before he made a non-committal sound and waving his hand. "On goes."

"I don't want to be gay." Michael spoke, shaking his head. "I don't want to tell my parents that I like boys, and that my girlfriend isn't real. And I was getting past it, I really was. And then you waltz on into Dalton and oh, look, there goes all chances of me getting rid of my feelings for boys!"

Kurt takes a step forward but Michael shakes his head. "I hate everything about you. I hate your voice and I hate your hair and your clothes. The way you walk, the way you speak, the way you freaking laugh. I hate all of it!" Michael growled, shaking his head.

Kurt bit at his lip, taking a step back. "I hate all of it because I can't get you out of my head. And all I can think is that, if I hurt you, I'll never have to deal with having these stupid feelings for you! I want to hate you, Kurt!" Michael growled before taking a step forward and pinning him to the wall. "I want to hate you." He spoke desperately, moving forward in an attempt to press their lips together.

Kurt avoided the move and blurted. "I hate you!"

Both boys froze and Blaine could only stare in shock as Michael backed off. "I hate everything you done have to me Torment me, you did. I hate you it for. And…." Kurt looked away, biting his lower lip. "I never will love you…." He spoke, looking up. "I like else one some." He murmured.

Michael nodded his head and turned to make his way out. "Thank you for making this easier, Kurt." He spoke. Blaine could see the hunched posture and the clenched fists. He wasn't sure if this was over or not.

He decided that he may as well catch up to Kurt before the smaller boy panicked. He tried not to let the fact that Kurt liked someone else cause too much excitement in his chest as he bound towards the foreign boy.

Blaine laughed to himself as he heard Kurt's voice, spilling French lyrics as he tried to locate him in the hall of mirrors.

"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

Blaine let out another laugh as he continued to search for his friend. The two had gone on every ride they could possibly think of and were about to head to the games after the mirror maze. That is, if he ever found his freaking friend.

"Boo!"

Blaine most definitely did not scream when Kurt popped up from around the corner. The French boy smirked and beckoned him through the maze before taking his hand and walking through the exit.

"I prop an osition for you." Kurt spoke easily, taking his hand.

"A proposition?" Blaine asked in confusion as he followed the boy, basking in the warmth of his pale hand.

"Yes. I said that. Anyways I want you to prize me a win." Kurt grinned.

Blaine chuckled and followed Kurt, raising a brow. "And what do I get if I win you a prize?"

"Me." Kurt spoke.

"I'm confused."

"You me get, Blaine. I want to be your boyfriend."

Blaine nearly felt his heart explode in his chest as he smiled before setting towards the water soaker game, where you had to shoot the water gun at the target and pop your balloon first.

"I have a better proposition." Blaine smirked, paying for a match between the two and sitting down on one of the stools, grabbing his water gun.

Kurt raised a brow and did the same, sitting next to him and grabbing his own water gun. "Oh really? What is?"

Blaine grinned as the countdown began. "If I win, I get to be your boyfriend. If you win, you get to be mine."

Kurt giggled as the game started. "Deal."

The two watched as they aimed and let their balloons grow larger and larger until a resounding POP! sounded through the booth.

The two stared at each other as the carnival worker handed the boy a stuffed panda bear. Blaine smirked as he placed the animal into Kurt's arms. "I win." He grinned.

Kurt flushed and took the stuffed animal before leaning forward and pressing their lips together before pulling away and smirking.

"I think I like losing."