Hair
Kurt emerged from the bathroom, and Blaine, who sat by the vanity table, turned to face him, finding a face just as irritated as his own.
"My hair just sucks today!" they both called at the same time, Blaine holding his gel and Kurt gripping on his hairspray. It might've been funny if both weren't so frustrated at the moment. Kurt sighed.
"I really don't wanna go," muttered Blaine.
"Me neither. Ugh."
Kurt put the hairspray bottle on the vanity with a muffled thunk and Blaine mirrored the action unconsciously, spreading his arms to allow Kurt to sit in his lap.
"Let's stay at home," whispered Kurt, his frown turning to a smirk with an amazing speed.
"Uh-oh. I know that look. What are you up to?" His hands wrapped around Kurt's neck, pulling him closer until a less than a mere inch separated their lips.
"Kiss me and find out." Kurt voice was deadly seductive.
Their hair was going to look much, much worse.
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