Saturday, March 10th, 7:46am – Anderson Bathroom
Blaine slid the eyelash adhesive deftly across the back of the plastic packaging, leaving a thin trail of glue, before blowing on it lightly. "You dip the eyelash into the glue, not too much, otherwise it will look a mess. Like this," Blaine offered, showing Finn how much glue he'd placed on the eyelash. "Then Ana will close her eyes and look down at the floor. Work from the inside of the eye out, placing it as close to her natural lash line as possible. Open, Ana."
With a critical eye, Blaine checked the alignment of the fake lash before handing the packaging to Finn. "Your turn."
"WHAT?!" Finn exclaimed, making for the door.
Kicking the door shut, Blaine stood in front of it shaking his head slowly. "Teach one. Do one. That's the rule. You've got to learn to do this – or the moms will eat you alive. They resent anyone who won't learn to do this on their own, and some of them already think that we shouldn't be there because we're guys. And the teachers don't have time to handle it – so hurry up and give it a go so we can finish her makeup and leave."
When he was certain that Finn wasn't going to try to bolt, Blaine picked up the comb and went to work separating Ana's hair into sections – one for the French braid that went from ear to ear in the front, and the rest that would end up in twin buns behind her head, one on top the other. Thank God Kurt had made him practice this style on Amelia until he could do it without issue.
"The black hairspray just helps you style it – it doesn't actually hold it in place, so don't ever just use that. This purple spray," Blaine held up the second can, "will hold it in place once you've got the complete style – but for competition, we then have to finalize with the yellow can – which pretty much shellacs everything into place."
Jabbing the last safety pin into place, Blaine picked up the yellow can and applied a heavy coat. "Don't touch the spray while it's drying or you'll get bubbles." Placing all three cans into the side pocket of Ana's duffle bag, Blaine turned her so he could assess Finn's application of the fake eyelash.
"Not bad, Hudson. A little high on the end, but I think we'll leave it." Picking up the eyeliner, Blaine made quick work of penciling in a thick black line on both her upper and lower lids. "I know it looks hideous up close, but it needs to be dark and bold for it to be seen from the audience. Just like Rachel's stage makeup."
It took another three minutes before Blaine had Ana's makeup finished. Placing everything into her duffle, he zipped it up and handed it to Finn. Opening the door, he strode out to the family room where his kids quickly shut off the television and stood.
"Picture for Daddy and Auntie Rachel?" he asked, waving Ana over to stand with the other two. In their dance team's sparkling uniforms, the kids smiled excitedly at Blaine who promptly sent the pictures to their missing parents and grandparents.
"Okay Team Anderson … And Team Hudson. Let's do this," Blaine said, clapping his hands together.
Following the kids out of the house, Blaine swore he heard Finn mutter something about wanting to be sick.