Blaine cringed, wiping the slushie from his face and looking in the mirror placed in his locker. Great. Not again. He closed his locker with a sigh.

"Hey, are you alright?" he heard next to him; he could recognize that voice anywhere. It was Kurt Hummel, Cheerio and one of the most popular kids at McKinley. Blaine turned to face the other boy, shrugging.

"At least it's not grape this time," he laughed halfheartedly.

Kurt frowned a little, putting his arm around Blaine to the black-haired boy's surprise. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Blaine protested, "I'm fine, really." Kurt just kept walking with him to the nearest restroom without a word.

Kurt reached into his bag and pulled out some spare clothing, putting it on the counter by the sinks. He reached back into the satchel and brought out a wash cloth, wetting it. Blaine brought out the little chair kept in the corner of the bathroom for these purposes, placing it in front of the sink. If it was to the point where they had a chair in the bathroom, why weren't slushies banned yet?

He took the hair gel out of his own bag, setting it next to the clothes. He closed his eyes as Kurt wiped his face. A thought soon occurred to him.

"Hey, why do you have clothes in your bag?"

Kurt smiled bitterly. "I know I'm popular now, but I used to go through this every day too. I guess I've just been afraid that one day, it's going to start again."

Blaine didn't say anything to that, leaning back to wash his hair, a little surprised to feel Kurt's hands help get the gel and slushie out.

When they finally got his hair out of the way, Blaine leaned back forward. Kurt kneeled down in front of Blaine and reached around the other for Blaine's gel, suddenly stopping.

The two of them looked into each other's eyes and everything flew out the window. Kurt's reputation, the fact that they were in a bathroom, or that they'd never spoken to each other until now, homophobic idiots, none of it mattered.

Nothing mattered as Kurt leaned and pressed his lips to Blaine's. Hair dripping, Blaine fiercely kissed back, putting his hand up to Kurt's cheek. When they pulled apart for air, they stayed close, both smiling.

Nothing mattered anymore, because in that moment they knew. They got other out of all this.