I have no idea where did this come from… but I'm not sorry.

Is this considered a crack fic? I don't know.

Douche

A long while after their afterglow already faded, Kurt lifted his head from Blaine's chest.

"Can we take a shower now? I think I've got come in my hair and it's starting to dry in there."

Blaine giggled, leaning in for another bittersweet kiss before sitting up. "Of course, love."

It wasn't their first time showering together, and it sure wasn't going to be their last, but Blaine still felt a hundred times more naked this way, somehow even more vulnerable than during sex. Kurt was always there to sooth his worries, though- always smiling gently as he pulled him under the stream of hot water, working the soap on his body ever so gently.

Today Kurt was washing his hair after helping Blaine with soaping his back. He was glorious under the spray, body lithe and pale.

Blaine felt his knees turning to jelly, and leaned on the wall with a sigh. Kurt smiled at him- no, he smirked, and then suddenly let out a yelp and bent in half, his hands covering his face.

"Ow! Shit, shit, shit! Blaine, help me out, fuck, it hurts! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck…"

Blaine hovered over him immediately, trying to make Kurt look up at him unsuccessfully. His hands were almost glued to his eyes, with such force that Blaine couldn't possibly move them away. "At least let me know what's wrong," begged Blaine, gripping at Kurt's wrists.

Kurt stopped his continuous stream of swear words to reply, "Shampoo in my eyes, hurts, hurts," he moaned.

"Oh, poor darling, let me help you, come on," Blaine urged him away from the stream of water. "It won't come out if you keep your eyes closed." He tugged on Kurt's hands lightly.

"Hurts, Blaine, hurts, can't open them!"

Blaine pulled at his wrists again. "Come on, darling."

Kurt whimpered, but removed his hands, eyes still clenched tight. Blaine wiped away most of the water, soap and tears with a careful thumb. "Open them, baby, come on."

He blinked a few times, then opened his teary eyes. Blaine swiped his fingers across Kurt's lashes, catching the last drops of soap. Eyes still tearing furiously, Kurt blinked several times again.

"Better now?"

Kurt nodded, looking down. His cheeks reddened, and Blaine could guess why. "I totally ruined the rest of the night, huh? So much for round three."

He was slightly taken aback, although not objecting, when Blaine gripped the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. "I promise you," he murmured after a long moment when all they could hear was frantic breathes and water, "that even with shampoo in your eyes and half-washed hair, you are the most beautiful man I've ever seen."

Kurt leaned their foreheads against one another's. "Is that a 'yes' for round three?"

"Absolutely."

Thanks again, lovelies, for taking time out of your days to stop by and read these drabbles. I would never be able to do this without you. I love you.