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“Blaine. Give it up.”

“No! One more try.”

“You’re not going to get it in,” Kurt says as he steps closer, leaning over Blaine’s shoulder from behind so he can kiss his cheek. Blaine leans into him for a moment before he’s digging in his pocket again, pulling out another dollar.

“Last time, this time. For real,” Blaine promises, waving the attendant over and handing him the crumpled bill in exchange for three more balls.

“You know, if you want to prove your love to me I can think of plenty of ways that don’t require you throwing your money away,” Kurt purrs in Blaine’s ear. He looks around quickly — the carnival is closing soon, the midway nearly empty, so he chances it and presses his body along Blaine’s back, pushing his hips forward a little and hoping that Blaine will take the hint. 

“Baby, that is very distracting,” Blaine says, shooting Kurt a fake glare over his shoulder, then wiggling away. He holds up the first ping-pong ball and closes one eye, lining up his shot. He tosses the ball in a neat arc. It’s a miss, and Blaine sighs. ”It’s summertime and I’m in love and I just want to win my boyfriend a goldfish, okay?”

“You’re cute,” Kurt says, rubbing his fingers into the slightly sweat-damp hair curling just above Blaine’s collar.  He smiles when Blaine hums softly and leans into the touch. “I don’t need a goldfish, but I appreciate the thought.”

“I wish I were a better shot,” Blaine grumbles as the second ball misses. “I knew basketball was never going to be a thing for me, so…yeah.” He holds the last ball up in front of Kurt’s face. “Blow on it for good luck?”

Kurt rolls his eyes but blows obligingly on the ball, and Blaine gives him a bright smile. He tosses the small, scratched-up ball toward the array of goldfish bowls…

…and sinks his shot directly into the bowl in the center. Blaine leaps into the air with a shriek the likes of which Kurt has only ever heard him make in private. 

“I won you a bunny!”

“No,” Kurt says, as Blaine leans over the railing of the game booth, surveying the available choices. 

“No,” Kurt says, as Blaine points to the smallest bunny, a muddled gray-brown one with one floppy ear. 

“No,” Kurt says as Blaine thrusts the bunny into his arms; a soft, snuggly bundle of fur accented by a tiny twitching nose. The bunny’s shaking slightly and Kurt instinctively holds it closer, rubbing his thumb over its head between its ears. It’s softer than any sweater I own, even. Blaine is grinning at him expectantly, his eyebrows raised, and Kurt sighs before giving him a small, grudging smile. 

“See?” Blaine says happily. “This is way better than a goldfish. I love you a whole bunny’s worth.”

“Why couldn’t he just love me a whole blowjob’s worth?” Kurt whispers to the bunny, scratching behind its floppy ear. 

“What’s that?”

“Nothing.”