Crappy title, I'm aware.
Zit
"Kurt, sweetie? Are you ready?" Blaine walked into the bathroom, finding Kurt in front of the mirror. "We gotta go-"
"Please don't look at me," said Kurt shamefully, hiding quickly behind his hands, his back turned to Blaine.
"Oh, honey, come on, you look gorgeous, you always do," Blaine tried to sooth him.
"I've got a zit the size of a tennis ball!" Kurt turned around furiously, his right hand still covering his forehead. "I can't go out like that!"
"It's not the size of a tennis ball, you're just exaggerating. Let me see," urged Blaine, removing Kurt's hand. Kurt sighed, crossing his arms. Looking at the small, red spot, Blaine chuckled. "Kurt, that is hardly a zit at all. You can cover it with your bangs."
Kurt scowled at him. "Do we really have to go?" he whined in a childish tone.
"We're not ditching Mike and Tina because of a zit. They're our friends and they've wanted to go out on a double-date with us for ages."
You guys! You're all too cute, saying cute things in the reviews and following and favorite-ing this story and just stopping by to read my stupid drabbles every day. I love you so much.