I'm so exhausted that I sleep until noon on Saturday. When I wake, I find Santana and Brittany sitting on my bed and Mercedes standing by the door.
"Finally, Sleeping Beauty. Get dressed." Santana commands.
"We're here to do hair and make up." Mercedes adds, gentler than Santana's bold command. I stare uncomprehendingly. Why are they in their pajamas in my room? Hair and make up for what?
Brittany gets up and opens my closet. "Where's the elf that lives in your closet, Kurt?"
Santana rolls her eyes at her girlfriend and turns back to me. "I know we're early, but we just wanted to be sure that we all look phenomenal for the dance."
Oh my gosh. The dance.
"Um, there is no elf, Brittany." I say, groggily, as I rub my eyes, "I guess I just forgot about the dance."
"How could you forget?" Santana asks, "This is what us gays live for, the chance to parade ourselves around while, clearly, looking hotter than everyone else, with our hot same sex arm candy in a very classy way." "I just did. I've been busy," they stare at me, "with my dad, I mean." Mercedes and Santana nod then.
"Seriously, I could go get Lord Tubbington and he could help find your elf, Kurt." Brittany says, now down on her hands and knees in my closet, "Whenever I can't find my elf, Lord Tubbington always can, if he's not outside chain smoking."
"Um, thanks Brittany," I say, shaking my head, "But no thanks."
"Okay then, get your ass out of bed and get dressed." Santana says. I nod and they leave.
I hear muffled talking rising from downstairs. I quickly select a pair of black faux leather pants with a white button down short sleeved shirt, and throw a black scarf around my neck in a hurry. I rush to brush my teeth and pull out as many facial and hair products as I can. I get out my case of make up that I keep for times like this and set it out on the vanity. Then, I head downstairs.
I'm greeted by the sight of my father, laughing, as Santana, Brittany, and Mercedes all sit around my living room. My heart warms with seeing my dad enjoying himself, even if it is with my friends. My irritation softened then, and I called the girls back to the stairs, where they follow me up to my room.
I plug in the curling irons and flat iron that Santana brought and get to work on Brittany's make up. Santana and Mercedes talk about the dance while I line Brittany's eyes with a smokey black shadow. From what I was hearing, it appeared that Sam asked Mercedes to go with him and Santana was giving her tips on how to make out with a boy whose lips were that huge.
I finish Brittany's make up soon after, and begin to work on her hair. It's easy to do Brittany's hair, since it's so soft and cooperative. She does most of the talking, mostly about Lord Tubbington and what she plans to do about his cocaine addiction. I nod in all the right places, secretly wishing death to her possessed cat.
After I've finished with Brittany, I call Santana over next, and begin transforming her into the ice queen that she is. She talks mostly to Brittany about the dance, in true Santana fashion, commenting on how lame the decorations will be and how all the little freshman will come looking like they stepped out of a cheesy 80's teen movie. My mind wanders to thoughts of Blaine and how much I miss him. I think about how I want to get this day over with so I could go visit him tomorrow. Santana is easy to make up, since she's naturally so gorgeous. Her hair goes smoothly, too, as I braid and then wrap it high on her head in a simple yet elegant bun,
I finally start working on Mercedes' make up. Truthfully, I like working with Mercedes best. She's always sweet and never cruel and her comments don't make her seem like she's an overgrown six year old. It's very relaxing. My mind begins to drift, and I start thinking about Blaine again. I wished with all my heart that he could be at the dance with me, knowing that couldn't happen. I outwardly sigh.
Mercedes noticed and asks, "You okay?" I just nod.
"Seriously, what's up, boo?"
"Nothing. I'm just tired I guess." I lie. I feel bad. I don't lie, even little tiny ones.
But she just shrugs and joins back into the conversation Santana and Brittany were having about Disney princesses that would go lesbian for them. I roll my eyes and can't help laughing. It's a disturbing thought, Snow White sucking face with Santana.
After Mercedes' hair and make up is finished, I step back to admire my work. All three ladies smile brightly and I nod in approval. We quickly clean up my bathroom and I escort the girls downstairs. My dad flatters each one, saying how they will be the prettiest girls there. After all that awkwardness, I walk the girls out to Mercedes' SUV and bid them farewell, saying I'd see them all later that evening.
I go back upstairs and check my phone for missed calls and see I had a text from Blaine. I sigh as I read it.
'I saw the pictures Brittany posted on Facebook from your house. You look like you're having fun." I didn't know Brittany had posted pictures of us. I switch over to Facebook and scroll through my newsfeed until I find the few pictures she posted. One of me braiding Santana's hair, taken from behind with my reflection in the mirror. One of both Brittany and Mercedes posing in front of my full length mirror with giant smiles. One of Mercedes as I powdered her nose. And one final one of me applying mascara to Santana.
I text Blaine back. 'It was pretty fun. I wish you were going tonight.'
'Me too. Don't have any fun tonight.' I laugh.
'I won't.'
I set my phone on my bed and grudgingly start getting dressed.
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