AN: Almost there! The next chapter will be the last

STEP 9: Get a haircut

The day before his proposal Sebastian was really feeling the pressure. Luckily, all he had left to do was get a haircut before he was ready for the big day. There was no way anything could go wrong.

RIght?

To be safe, earlier that week he made an appointment with his regular barber. He wanted to be sure that he could walk in, be seated, get his usual haircut with his usual hairdresser, and leave. And that was exactly what happened to begin with.

He walked into the salon, was greeted by name, and sat immediately. Then Michael, the man who cut his hair monthly since he had moved to New Jersey, walked over to him, shook his hand, and asked him how life was going.

"Oh, life's a bit crazy right now," Sebastian started. "I'm proposing to Santana tomorrow so I'm pretty stressed but I've planned it to the T."

Michael slapped him on the back, laughing heartily. "Well, good luck. I'll be sure to fix you up well."

They started with a wash which seemed fine until Sebastian's head began to burn and a chemical smell reached his nose. "Uh, Michael. Why does my head burn?"

The hairdresser glanced down at him before lifting the bottle of shampoo he had used. His eyes widened before a well used expletive left his mouth. "I'm so sorry Sebastian! I used a shampoo dye, but it can be fixed. Well just use some color remover and it'll come right out."

A little peeved but not one to bother over something that could be fixed, Sebastian let the hairdresser carry on and do what he needed to do. So half an hour later he had changed from black hair to an ash brown, a far cry from his rich chestnut color. "Well, we could dye your hair to it's previous color but you'll be here another two hours at least."

Sebastian, with no other options, agreed to the dye. So he sat for another twenty minutes getting dye put in his hair and then for another two hours to let it set. When Michael pulled off the cap he claimed that the color looked good and that it was ready to be rinsed. Unfortunately, the dye remover they had used to get out the original color from the shampoo didn't allow for the second dye to stick so the corrective color slipped out of his hair during under the running water.

He had been sitting in the salon for three hours, a whole two and a half more than he usually spent, and he was tired and ready to go. "You know, it's summer and the lighter color won't be that bad. Let's just clean up the cut."

Michael smiled apologetically, assuring him that his visit that day would be free of charge as he set up his scissors and razor. He clipped on a short guard to start around Sebastian ears as usual. Unfortunately, the guard had not been secured and it slipped off the razor as Michael made a pass through Sebastian's hair, leaving a large bald streak on the side of his head.

"You know what, Michael? I'm done for today. Obviously this is not working for us right now so I'm just going to go. I'll see you next month." Sebastian seethed, trying to be as civil as one could after having his hair completely ruined.

Once in his car, he called up Santana hoping she would be able to help. "Baby, my hairdresser totally fucked up my hair and now I have a bald spot. What do you think I should do? Should I just go back and get the rest shaved?"

He heard her laugh on the other end. "Just go visit the beauty shop where I get my hair done. They'll put a weave in for you and it'll be good as new."

The thought of visiting a beauty shop terrified Sebastian. "Can men get weaves? Won't it look weird?"

"Men get them all of the time. And it won't look weird at all. You never notice when I have extensions anyways. I'll text you the directions and call them up to let them know you're coming and what you need."

Sebastian hesitated but he was desperate enough to give it a try. So he followed the directions Santana sent him and his anxiety grew as he noticed he was headed into the hood. But he had always been taught not to judge a book by it's cover so he pushed through until he found the beauty shop Santana was a regular to.

He pushed open the door and was greeted by a tall, round black woman with a large white smile and open arms. "Well look at this handsome young man here. Baby girl was right when she said you were fine. So you need a weave?"

Sebastian had never felt more awkward in his life. "Uh, yes ma'am. My hairstylist accidentally lightened my hair and shaved the side of my head. Can you fix it."

The women walked to him and ran her hands through his hair, examining it closely. "Sure thing, honey. We'll have to shave it down completely to make it easier for your hair to grow back, and we'll get rid of this color. We also have a lot of weave colors to choose from so you can find one that matches your true hair."

Sebastian didn't quite know what to think but at this point he had no choice but to play along. So he let himself be led to a chair where the large woman, named Brendy as he found out, began working on his hair. Although she explained everything that was happening, he was still on the edge of his chair when he felt the razor go over his head. She then proceeded to explain that she would use an adhesive on his scalp as she laid down the rows of weave he had chosen and that it would remain secure as long as he didn't try to wash it, to which he was grossed out but agreed. He watched in the mirror as she spun the hair around his head and it magically adhered to his scalp. She then took individual locks and made his edges look more natural. By the time his head was completely covered he looked like a hippie.

"Now Santana also sent me a photo of what your hair normally looks like after a cut. Do you want me to replicate that for you?"

Sebastian nodded and Brendy got back to working on his hair. Ten minutes later he stared at himself in the mirror looking exactly how he should have looked if his hairstylist had done his job right. "Wow," he exclaimed, "this is incredible!"

Brendy slapped his back hard and laughed beautifully. "I'm glad you like it, sweetie. You came in here shaking like a leaf in the wind, acting like we were gonna eat you," she joked and the other women in the shop found this hilarious. He smiled good naturedly and thanked her for her help.

And that is the story about how Sebastian visited a beauty shop and got a weave. And also the story of how he changed hairdressers.