Chapter 3
It was a dark and stormy night.
Blaine picked up the razor. (Dun dun DUN!) If this was what he had to do to get Kurt to love him again, he would do it.
He stared it straight in the eye, eye to blade, and said bravely, "let's do this biatch."
Slowly and steadily, Blaine dragged the razor across his triangular eyebrows.
One, two, three, Blaine counted in his head. This isn't actually half bad, he thought, this is actually quite fun! Wait 'til the rest of the Warblers get a load of this!
He started humming along to the electrical buzz of the razor.
"Blaine, what are you doing in there?" His Dad called from the living room, hearing the loud vibration.
"Nothing, Dad!" Blaine called, taking his eyes off of the mirror for a second.
And before Blaine knew it, his eyebrows were gone.