I've had complete writers block on Hug - it's taken me a while to get this chapter out 'cause for some reason I just couldn't get the words to come out right. I'm still not really happy with it, but ho hum.

Prompted by thefieryrose3: Kurt and Blaine are at some event, maybe a fair and one of them gets scared on a ride so the other hugs them and doesn't let go until it stops.

I actually got dizzy writing this ...


Kurt had prepared himself for the grandeur of Dalton… sort of. It felt nice to be in a building so big and majestic, full of gentlemen, not boys. He could hold a conversation with someone and understand every word without being worried that a sentence or two would get lost in mumbles and grunts. Although he was getting accustomed to that, living with Finn and all.

The day Blaine had come to him and said "Are you coming to the fair this weekend?" though, Kurt had been a little confused. He'd asked what kind of fair and Blaine had bounced on the balls of his feet with a wide grin and said "A funfair of course."

"A… funfair?" Kurt said slightly deadpan. He wasn't sure where a funfair fit into Dalton's ideals. Noise, screaming and shouting wasn't… gentlemanly.

"Annual Dalton funfair," Blaine clarified, still looking ridiculously excited at the prospect. "You've seen Grease right?" Kurt nodded. "It's like that but not at the end of the year. Happens around March, which is now. So are you coming?"

Kurt thought for a moment, hoisting his bag further up his shoulder. "Yeah, I guess."

"Brilliant!" Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek and began to walk backwards, calling to Kurt as he went. "It's on Friday and I'll come and get you at around four." He turned on his heel and disappeared out of sight leaving Kurt wondering if Dalton was actually the opposite of the place he thought it was.


"Oh my god."

Blaine laughed a little and squeezed Kurt's hand as he looked around with wide eyes and an open mouth. "Cool, huh?"

"Oh my god," Kurt said again, blinking twice and still looking taken aback. Laid out before him on the field behind Dalton was a funfair. He'd expected that of course, but he'd pictured a few stalls, maybe a couple of small rides. Not this.

The entire field was full. A full sized ferris wheel stood right at the back and every other ride imaginable (Waltzers, ghost train, even teacups) were dotted around, surrounded by students, friends and others waiting to get on. There was stalls dotted between the rides, equally as busy.

Kurt meandered through the crowd, being tugged along by Blaine, still staring in awe at everything. He was pulled back to his senses and Blaine began to laugh beside him.

"Kurt, shut your mouth."

Kurt did so and blinked, taking in where he now was, looking over his shoulder at the huddle of boys behind him. "We're in a queue."

Blaine rolled his eyes fondly. "You really are in shock aren't you?"

"Why are we in a queue?" Kurt said, ignoring Blaine.

"It's what we have to do to get onto the ride," Blaine said in a tone resembling one used for a small child.

Kurt glared at him and shuffled forward as the queue moved, peering over people head's to see what ride they were waiting for. "The Waltzers, Blaine?"

"They're fun," Blaine said simply, grinning wide. Kurt looked unconvinced so Blaine pulled him close and leant up to speak into his ear. "The momentum from spinning will undoubtedly throw us together. Close together."

"I've always enjoyed bone crushing cuddles," Kurt said flatly and Blaine swatted him lightly on the arm before dragging Kurt behind him onto the ride as they reached the front of the queue. They seated themselves, Blaine on the inside after Kurt's refusal to be crushed, and pulled the lap bar down.

The music soon begun and the ride set in motion. Blaine squeezed Kurt's thigh as they began to turn and pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheek. Kurt leant into the touch and huddled closer as the ride sped up, slipping an arm behind Blaine and around his waist.

They continued to spin and speed up and Kurt grimaced a little at the deafening music and strobe lighting. He curled his fingers into Blaine's t-shirt as he felt a headache beginning to thump at his temples and his stomach lurched. He was vaguely aware that he was pressed right against Blaine's side, undoubtedly pushing Blaine against the side of the Waltzer but his vision clouded a little and his brain fogged so he shut his eyes and buried his face in Blaine's shoulder, now clutching at the front of Blaine's t-shirt as well as the side.

He felt Blaine pressing a kiss into his hair and murmuring something he couldn't hear over the noise and rushing in his ears. Despite how uncomfortable Kurt thought Blaine might be, Blaine wrapped an arm around him and held him in place, rubbing his other hand over Kurt's arm that lay across Blaine's front.

Kurt exhaled heavily as the flashing behind his eyelids stopped and the volume of music and noise lessened. He blinked his eyes open, uncurling himself from Blaine and rubbing a hand over his forehead. Blaine took his other hand and pulled him up, saying nothing as he walked them away to a quiet spot behind the ride. Kurt went without question, keeping a hand pressed to his forehead and staring at the ground.

"Kurt, look at me." Blaine framed Kurt's face with his hands and dipped his head a little to try and look Kurt in the eye. "Are you alright?"

Kurt nodded a little and cleared his throat, dropping his hand. "Dizzy." He looked Blaine in the eye and sheepishly mumbled, "Sorry."

"You don't need to apologise," Blaine said, pressing a kiss to Kurt's forehead and dropping his hands to Kurt's shoulders. "You should have said something before we got on though."

"I didn't know," Kurt shrugged, shaking his head to clear it. "I've never been on the ride before." Blaine squeezed his shoulders and Kurt gave him a small smile. "Thanks." Blaine frowned a little. "For letting me crush you," Kurt clarified.

Blaine laughed through his nose and briefly pressed his forehead against Kurt's. "I got the cuddles I wanted, so I'm not complaining." Kurt laughed then, taking Blaine's hands from his shoulders and linking one of them with his own.

"Now, if my memory serves me correctly, I saw a stall with giant cuddly toys as prizes." Blaine hummed questioningly as Kurt walked them back into the buzz of the funfair, their hands swinging between them. Kurt gestured at a large black puppy toy hanging from one of the stalls and Blaine grinned, following Kurt towards it. "Let's go win you one."


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