"Do it."
"But…" Wes said.
"Blaine, you don't really want to do this. You love your curls." David said reasonably from Wes' bed where he was flipping through an anatomy magazine.
"Yeah, when I was fourteen I did. But I'm going to be sixteen in a week. It's time for a change." Blaine took a deep breath. "Do it."
"But… it's the curls." Wes whined.
"Wes likes your curls more than you do." David snorted.
"They're soft." Wes snapped. "It's like a cloud on his head."
"Oh my God, you did not just say that. They have got to go. Do it now." Blaine said, reaching over and grabbing the scissors off of Wes' nightstand. "Cut. Them. Wes.
"No."
"Cut them, Wesley."
"You do it." Wes said, crossing his arms over his chest so he could not take the scissors.
"I can't cut my own hair! It will look more deformed than it looks like this."
"Have you thought this through?" Wes asked hesitantly, lowering his arms.
"I look like a little kid." Blaine said. "It's time."
"You don't look like a little kid." David rolled his eyes. "You look like Blaine."
"Do it, do it, now." Blaine said, carefully handing Wes the scissors.
"David, you're the sensible one! Talk him out of it!"
"It's just hair." David shrugged. "It will grow back."
"But the poof…" Wes frowned. "The poof."
Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Rest in peace, poofy hair. I would like to look sixteen, please."
"So why are your eyes closed then? You look pretty scared to me." David teased, earning a glare from both Blaine and Wes.
"Because I'm trying to not look as you cut my hair off. Start it, start it." Blaine said after closing his eyes again.
Wes took a deep breath and raised the scissors up.
"No! Wait!" Blaine yelped, throwing his hands up. "I need a minute."
"With your hair?" David echoed.
"Shut up. At least I have hair." Blaine took a deep breath. "Okay, you can continue…"
"You good?" Wes asked.
"I'm good." Blaine nodded and waited, cracking open an eye when Wes put the scissors to his hair.
"Don't watch!" Wes yelped.
"Oh my God, you two are insane. How did I end up friends with you?" David shook his head. "It's only gotten worse in the last year and a half that Blaine's been here."
Blaine just grinned at him sweetly. "You're welcome."
"Oh? For making my life increasingly more dif—."
"WHAT DID YOU DO, WES?!" Blaine exclaimed.
"You told me to cut it!"
"But I was having my moment!"
Wes dropped two curls into Blaine's open palm. "Farewell, thy good Poof. You shall forever be missed and shit."
"I cannot believe you just did—that." Blaine whimpered and closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands. "Tell me when I can look."
…
"Hot damn." Wes gasped.
"What? Does it look bad?" Blaine cracked open an eye.
"If we thought Thad was bad before, he's going to be a nightmare." David sighed. "Great going, Wes. You've created a gay dude magnet. Dalton will never be the same for the gay students."
"Oh my God. My ears are cold." Blaine whined, padding into the bathroom. They heard something drop and then a, "Oh shit. That's what my face looks like?"
