So I was at the county fair yesterday, and I basically had to make it the gayest night ever, so I went to this guy who made bracelets with your name on it and told him my name was “Klaine,” and then I got henna tattoos that say “Courage” and “Pride.”
It’s my headcanon that the summer before Kurt leaves for New York, Blaine insists on having the most cliche, summer blockbuster, summer romance together. So, he drags Kurt to the county fair, and even though Kurt’s complaining about getting sunburned and how greasy the pizza is and how unsafe the rides are, they both have a great time.
And at the end of the day, after Blaine’s won Kurt a tiny stuffed penguin (that he swears has nothing to do with Animal and the events of that night that they should never-ever-talk-about), and Kurt’s won Blaine a giant dog that looks more like an elephant than anything else, they start looking at the little vendor booths.
Blaine insists that they each get henna tattoos. Kurt resists because Blaine knows he’s strict about what goes on his skin (and Blaine makes a lewd comment in Kurt’s ear that has him blushing up to his ears), but eventually, he relents and gets the courage symbol. Since they’re being cliche and everything. And Blaine gets the Pride tattoo, because it reminds him of Kurt. And the tattoo artist doesn’t even blink an eye when they enter and leave the tent holding hands, and Kurt’s thinking that it’s kind of the best night ever.
The last thing they do to complete Blaine’s mental list of the cheesiest night ever is get matching bracelets. Blaine gets his first— their couple name, of course. Kurt scoffs at the little flowers on the letters and the sparkly blue band that Blaine chose, but in the end, he gets one, too. And he doesn’t ever tell Blaine— because he spent the rest of the night critiquing the bracelets and the fact that even he will struggle finding an outfit to match them with— but when he’s in New York, he wears that bracelet. Every single day.