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"Boy, what the hell happened to your hair?!" Mercedes demanded when Kurt and Blaine finally stepped in.
"Slushy." Blaine responded simply attempting to gel down his unruly curls, "Had to wash it out." She seemed to accept the answer,
"Are those freaks still going at that?" Rachel demanded, "They had stopped for a while!" Kurt shrugged,
"It's nothing we can't handle." Kurt said with a nod as both him a Blaine to their seats, Mercedes promptly planting herself behind him to fuss over how wet and flat his hair had gotten.
"Kurt, are you sure your okay?" Blaine asked, as him and Kurt got into his car ready to head for Kurt's house for the remainder of the evening.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, just a bit irritated with the clothes." Kurt sighed pressing his palm into his cheek and leaning against the window of the car.
"I'm sorry about that." He chuckled,
"Why are you sorry?" Kurt demanded looking up from the road, to look at Blaine's serious face, focused intently on the road in front of him.
"Because…I mean, I let them do that! I just stood there! I didn't fight back!" Kurt nearly gasped,
"It's not your fault!" Kurt snapped again, "Please, pull over." He whispered. Blaine looked worriedly over at him but followed orders and pulled the car over. Kurt leaned over and pressed Blaine's head into his shoulder.
"Kurt, I came to help you be strong." Blaine whispered, "I came because I wanted to spend every second of everyday with you. I wanted to protect you."
"Blaine Anderson!" Kurt choked out a laugh fighting back tears as well, he hated to see Blaine cry, "You so ridiculous sometimes." Blaine smiled slightly and looked up brushing his forehead against Kurt's. Kurt rubbed the wet spots across his cheeks with his thumb and pressed his forehead against Blaine's.
"Sorry." He sighed leaning back, "Come on now, we still have to finish getting everything out of our hair."
"Then try and salvage our clothes." Kurt muttered as Blaine pulled off of the gravel and back onto the road.
"Is your dad home right now?" He asked looking over slightly,
"No, he's working with some political thing in town, Carole's with him too, why?" Kurt asked raising a slender eyebrow at the driver.
"Well, I have a feeling he would get pretty mad if he saw us both covered in spray paint." Kurt nodded,
"And, we do have to get that paint out of our hair, that means a shower before he gets home." Blaine stiffened, his face flushed but he nodded. He hadn't thought of that.
"That too." He nodded and dipped his head keeping his eye on the road. Kurt turned again to the window and bit his lip; he had actually just said that. He couldn't believe he actually just said that.
The remainder of the trip was mostly silent, with a few awkward starts of conversation.
Blaine finally pulled into the driveway and both of them grabbed their two bags from the back of their car and made their way up to the front door. Kurt slipped his hand into Blaine's as he unlocked the door and led them inside.
"Alright, clothes first." He smiled heading to the laundry room, grabbing a scrub-brush, washcloth and detergent on his way in. "I don't want it to stain any more than it did…" He muttered grabbing detergent and moving into the bathroom, Blaine following him closely the entire way.
He filled up the bathtub quickly and began dabbing and working at getting the massive amount of stains splashed across the surface of a pair of pants. Blaine watched his hands move across the fabric in careful concentration his mind utterly blank of thought.
"You could help me you know." Kurt said bluntly looking back at him with bright blue eyes.
"Oh, sorry." Blaine chuckled while he leaned next to the bathtub to grab another article of clothing.
"Just be gentle with my scarf please." Kurt instructed looking at the light fabric Blaine had taken between his fingers. "It's one of my favorites"
"Mine too." Blaine agreed looking at the patterns that were now broken up with paint splotches. He dipped it in the water; the colors already began to run out of the scarf and into the pool of water bellow. Blaine smiled at how well it was coming out, this was certainly his favorite scarf that Kurt owned, he had worn it on many occasions, but whenever he had it had been an amazing day, today, sadly, was not as amazing and it seemed the scarf had reached the limit of its day-making powers.
"How's everything coming?" Kurt asked once Blaine had added a bit of detergent to the fabric.
"Shockingly enough, very nicely." Kurt reached over and placed a sudsy hand over Blaine's with a laugh. Blaine smirked at him, causing Kurt to raise an eyebrow,
"What are you-" He managed before Blaine scooped up a hand of multicolored bubbles and threw them at Kurt. Kurt squealed and tumbled back, laughing all the way.
He pulled himself back towards the bathtub and grabbed a palm full of water, splashing it towards Blaine. The two howled with laughter as they began to splash water back and forth at one another, soaking themselves and splattering water and soap all around the room.
There was a sudden knock on the door once they had just begun using the sopping wet clothes to smack one another with.
"Kurt? That you?" His dad's voice called from outside the door, "What's with all the noise?" He demanded,
"Hi-hi dad!" Kurt yelped opening the door, wiping some water out of his face and leaning against the doorway,
"Hello Mr. Hummel!" Blaine called from where he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, already to work cleaning off all of the water they had spilled,
"Will you let me in? Hey, you weren't wearing that this morning were you?' Burt demanded attempting to push his way into the room, Kurt stood aside quickly to let the large man in. "My bathroom…" He whispered,
"We were just messing around, Mr. Hummel." Blaine smiled innocently as he continued to sop up water,
"I can see that, why is there paint everywhere?" He prodded, picking up the scarf Blaine had originally been working on from the pool of suds by the bathtub,
"We were painting earlier!" Kurt lied, "At school, got paint spilled on us!" He said almost too quickly,
"Uh huh, not one of those jerks?" Burt said skeptically crossing his arms across his chest with a raise of an eyebrow.
"No! No! Nothing to do with any of the football players!" Kurt smiled Blaine nodded quickly in agreement,
"Nothing at all." Burt didn't seem to accept it, but he still sighed and began walking out of the room,
"Sorry if I interrupted." He muttered, "Oh, and get this room cleaned before Blaine leaves, okay? I don't want that paint staining anything." Kurt nodded and flashed a thumbs up. With that Burt exited leaving the door open and the two boys awkwardly standing in a mess of soap and paint covered clothes.
"Now you're going to have to find new backup clothes, these ones are all wet." Blaine sighed and bent back over to use a towel and mop more water up. His eyes wandered to Kurt whose white shirt, now entire soaking wet, was clinging onto him. He raised an eyebrow at the sight. Kurt turned to realize he was the recipient of the look and blushed.
"I-I have a lot of clothes Blaine, the problem is finding ones that fit you." Blaine smirked but grabbed another towel as Kurt joined him keeping his gaze over at Kurt all the while.
"Maybe I can bring some over tomorrow and you can put them in that bag of yours." Kurt snorted lightly,
"That might work." He agreed as they continued their work.
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