Prompt: Accusation
"Blaine!"
"Kurt!"
They faced each other, eyebrows raised and arms folded across their chest. Kurt said, "Oh, don't play that game with me. Where's my bronzor?" He glanced back at the bathroom counter top at his various facial products toward a small space where his bronzor was supposed to be.
"More importantly, where's my hair gel?" Blaine demanded. He waved his hand at the medicine cabinet, where the space next to his Aspirin was clearly missing something.
"I didn't take your hair gel, Bla-"
"Oh, please. You always try and hide it! Where is it this time, under your pillow?" He was already slipping out of the bathroom and shuffling over to their bed. He threw the tangled sheets onto the floor and checked behind the pillows, grumbling when he found nothing.
All the while Kurt continued, "Blaine, I need the bronzor. And I thought we settled this ages ago. I swear I stopped putting it in your lotion!"
Blaine stumbled out of the bedroom, tripping on the discarded sheets, and into the kitchen. He opened a few cabinets and rummaged through them. "I have a class in half and hour and you know how New York traffic is. Just tell me where it is, Kurt."
"Tell me where my bronzor is!" Kurt shouted back. "And I told you, I didn't-"
He froze in the doorway on his way after Blaine.
"Woof!"
The dog's tail thumped madly against the carpet. He was in the middle of chewing off the lid to the bottle of hair gel. Kurt's bronzor was scattered across the floor.
"Blaine, come see this."
Blaine curiously poked his head out from the kitchen and immediately let out a loud laugh. He walked over and knelt by the dog, ruffling his fur, and looked up at Kurt. "Sorry babe, guess Bradley here fooled us both," he apologized.
Kurt glowered at the mess and grumbled, "We're getting him a kennel."
A/N: SLAP DAT ASS
That will be all.