Choose your battles, babe, and then you win the war.
Kurt groggily crept to the bathroom on the balls of his feet. Blaine had been very busy lately and Kurt was letting him sleep as late as possible. He splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up and started to get ready for the day. He reached into the cabinet to grab his favorite hair product, shook the aerosol can and pressed the nozzle, but nothing came out. Kurt groaned and marched out into the kitchen.
Santana was sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine over a bowl of cereal.
"Santana, how many times have I told you not to use my stuff without asking me?" Kurt asked her.
"How many times have I told you that I do what I want?" she asked him.
"I have class in an hour! How do you expect me to go out like this?" He pointed to his bed head.
"How do you expect me to go outside not looking my absolute flyest?" she asked.
"Just – just buy your own hair product!" Kurt yelled.
Blaine shuffled out into the kitchen. "Kurt, it's not worth it," Blaine mumbled. He was only half awake and his efforts to drag Kurt back to the bathroom were futile.
"How about you two just move out and leave me and Rachel to our own single ladies place?" she asked.
Kurt started towards her, knowing he had bought the loft in the first place, but Blaine pulled him back to the bathroom. "Kurt, you're fighting over hair products. We're saving our money and moving out soon, so you won't have to take this much longer. I'm going back to bed," Blaine leaned in for a kiss before going back to the bedroom.
He knew Blaine was right, and he got to work trying to tame his hair.