Kurt is in love with Blaine's gel-free hair almost as much as he's in love with Blaine, okay?
Oh apparently I'm trying to break the record of how-many-drabbles-I-can-name-after-Katy-Perry-song s.
Hot and Cold
Blaine was enjoying the clean feeling of hot water and soap after sweating for the last half hour, and didn't jump when cold, bare hands wrapped around his stomach, a cold, bare body pressing behind him.
"You finished working out early today," Kurt murmured against the wet skin of his neck. His nose against Blaine was cold, too- New York forgot it's only September, apparently, and decided to freeze his husband.
Blaine hmmed softly and continued to scrub his face to make sure he had removed all the remains of the face wash, and moved on to his arms and chest.
Kurt kissed his neck. "Poor thing, you're still sore from yesterday?"
"It's no big deal, really. Wasn't the first time I fell off the bed and won't be the last," he said, turning around his Kurt's arms to wet his hair. Kurt smiled at him, removing his hands only to rub them over his chest.
"Can I do your hair?" he asked, trying to conceal his enthusiasm.
Blaine chuckled. "You so have a thing for my hair. But yes, of course."
Kurt made a silly cheering noise that made Blaine laugh again, and reached for the shampoo.
Sorry this isn't longer or a prompt or YTOM- I found a 32 chapter long Johnlock fanfic, and it's the first Sherlock fanfic I've ever read, and it's gorgeous. So I was a bit busy today… Oops.