Ah, the struggle of applying nail polish. So not worth it, and we do it anyway.
Here, now you have Kurt struggling with it, too!
Black Nail Polish
"I'm home!" calls Blaine when he finally, finally walks in the door. "Babe?"
"Bedroom," replies Kurt.
Blaine smiles, hanging his coat and kicking off his shoes before walking down the hallway to the bedroom, scrunching up his nose when he comes across a nasty scent.
"Kurt? Why does the house smell like-" he opens the door and find Kurt sitting on the bed with an open bottle of black nail polish. "Nail polish?"
Kurt looks up at him, pouting. "Elliot said I should try it, for out next Pamela Lansbury show, but I think it smells like shit and I can't even get it right!"
"It… does smell pretty badly," notes Blaine. "I think it looks good on you, though."
Kurt gives him a judging look. "It does not."
Blaine ignores the smell and sits down on the bed next to Kurt, looking at his hands that are delicately holding the nail polish bottle and brush, two fingers already done and the rest smeared with gray that must be the residue from wiping off the failed attempts.
"May I?" Blaine gestures towards the nail polish and Kurt hands it to him. He rests Kurt's hand on his knee and dips the brush in the bottle before gently applying the black color onto Kurt's nails. He doesn't mess up in the slightest, and Kurt just stares at him.
"Are you serious?"
Blaine chuckles. "Yup." He doesn't look up from his work.
"I spent like, twenty minutes and managed to paint two nails, and you're doing all the rest in three minutes."
"Practice makes perfect, you know," he mutters.
Kurt's eyes widen. "Blaine Anderson. Have you ever worn nail polish?"
"Yes-"
"I demand pictures!" Kurt calls.
"Stop moving, dumbass, or I'll smear the whole thing up," he warned.
"Ohhh when was it? Wait, don't tell me, don't tell me, was it with the Warblers?"
"Nope. A few years earlier. In middle school, actually," Blaine says, finishing up the last finger and closing the bottle, setting it aside. "All done."
"Oh no. Did you have a seventh-grade-emo-phase?!" Kurt tries slapping a hand across his mouth, but Blaine stops him, grabbing his hand.
"You're not touching anything for the next half an hour, mister."
"Don't try to change the subject! You had an emo phase! Oh my god. Oh my god, can I see pictures? Please? I promise not to show them at our wedding, pleaaaaaase?" Kurt begged with the best pout he could manage.
"So not doing your nails next time," Blaine utters as he gets up. "And no pictures, they're all destroyed!"
"Blaine!" Kurt called when he left the room. "If you don't show me yourself, I'll have to call Cooper!"
"Not if you want to be getting some tonight!"
Kurt huffed, defeated, and leaned back on the headboard, looking at his perfectly-painted black nails.