"Blaine, I swear to all that is holy, if you don't put the gel down—"
"But my hair." Whined Blaine, gripping onto the tub for all he was worth.
"No, Blaine."
Blaine merely whimpered as Nick pried the gel out of his hands and tossed it to Jeff.
"Do you ever notice," David said in a speculative tone, leaning towards Wes and eyeing Blaine's kicked puppy expression, "That his crippling addiction to hair product increases when he's stressed? Like a drug or something."
"Hmm." Wes' interest seemed peaked. "It would require some experimentation and careful study. Scientific method, you know? But you may be on to something."
By this point Blaine looked close to a meltdown as Jeff ran a light serum through his hair, smoothing and defining his curls.
"Seriously, Blaine." Jeff huffed in indignation. "Do you know what people would pay to have these curls?"
Nick nodded in agreement. "My sisters would cheerfully murder someone for your curls and eyelashes. They say they're wasted on you."
David leaned forward from his spot next to Wes on Blaine's bed as Nick and Jeff continued to flutter around Blaine. "So," He said, catching Blaine's eye, "What are you going to wear?"
Wes' hand collided with the back of David's head as Jeff and Nick face-palmed and eyed each other wearily when Blaine's eyes widened in a renewed bout of panic.
Blaine was pacing circles in his room and wringing his hands. The entire contents of his wardrobe were scattered around the dorm but he had finally settled on a pair of tight black jeans, red sneakers, a creamy white v-neck sweater over a red button up, and a black bow tie with tiny red pinstripes. Nick and Jeff were collapsed in an exhausted heap on the bed Sebastian had abandoned when fleeing his roommate's most recent freak out. Blaine's crazy was the only type Sebastian tolerated but even then he eventually reached his limits. Wes and David were staring around wide-eyed at the chaos that had swept through the normally neat room and appeared to be considering whether or not they needed to have Blaine committed at this point.
Blaine stopped in front of the full-length mirror and fidgeted. He pulled at the sleeves of the sweater and frowned. "Maybe I should change into the—"
"No!" Nick and Jeff both shot up and glared at him.
"Do not make us tie you to the chair, Blaine Warbler. Because I swear we will."
"But what if—"
"Blaine!" Sebastian's voiced crashed into the room as he slammed the door open. "You've got a visitor."
"Oh thank god." Nick breathed as Blaine went horribly pale. "He's early."
Blaine whimpered as Wes and David grabbed his arms and all but dragged him from the room.
By the time they arrived downstairs all of the Warblers were gathered in the common room either staring or glaring at one Sam Evans.
Sam was nervously twitching under their eyes as he stood near the entrance to the room looking ready to flee from the large group of boys. He was dressed in blue jeans and a nice dark blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top few buttons undone.
He turned at hearing them approach and his eyes lit up on seeing Blaine. He smiled brightly.
"Blaine." He walked towards where Wes and David had Blaine by the door in the entry way. "You look awesome." He said eyeing Blaine up and down.
Blaine blushed but relaxed slightly at the compliment. "Thanks." He breathed. "So do you."
Sam blushed and smiled. "Are you ready to go?" He asked, reaching for Blaine's shoulder as he opened the door.
Blaine nodded and all but stumbled out the door as Wes and David gave a firm shove to get him moving. He shot a poisonous glare over his should before the door swung shut behind him.
"Look David." Wes said, sighing happily. "Our baby's all grown up. His first date."