Song: Blame It On The Girls – Mika
Date: 16.09.12
Blaine groaned, rolling over onto his side and stretching his arms out. His back hurt from sleeping on the hard floor all night so he sat up and stretched his legs out, getting to his feet and looking around the room.
Rachel was lying face down on her bed which was strewn in popcorn, and Mercedes was propped up against the side of the bed. Santana and Brittany were a tangled mess of limbs in the corner of the room and Kurt… Kurt was curled up on the floor, with his knees pulled up to his chest.
Blaine smiled at Kurt's sleeping form, stepping forwards towards the mirror and accidentally catching a glimpse of his reflection. Or more importantly, his hair; it was sticking up in every direction known to man. He ran his hands through it and suddenly saw something red on his hand.
Instantly panicking, he inspected his hand, only to find that each of his finger nails had been neatly painted bright red. He didn't remember that. Shrugging it off and silently thanking whoever invented mini pots of hair gel, Blaine made his way over to his bag to get some. But he accidentally tripped over Kurt on the way, waking him up.
"Who's there?" Kurt mumbled sleepily, sitting up.
"Sorry, it's just me," Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt on the forehead and retrieving his hair gel.
"Oh," Kurt replied. "Nice nails." Blaine glared at him. "It wasn't me, it was them!" Kurt cried, indicating to the rest of the girls in the room.
"Of course."