First sleepover as boyfriends :)
Wash Away Your Façade
Blaine gets out of the bathroom shyly, in neat pajamas and colorful fluffy socks. Kurt smiles at him, breath catching in his throat for a moment when it sinks in that they'll be sharing a bed for the night.
It takes him a short moment to realize that's wrong. "Wait, aren't you gonna wash your hair?"
Blaine's cheeks turn red so quickly it looks like it hurts. "Um, n-no?" he stutters, putting his dirty clothes in his bag before sitting on the bed.
"Oh. Do you usually sleep with hairgel?"
He bites his lip. "Well, usually not..."
Kurt frowns, confused. "Then why-?"
"I'm- it's- you've never seen me without gel, okay? It's terrible. I don't want you to see me like that," he confesses, ashamed.
Kurt strokes his cheek with the back of his hand; the skin is soft and clean under his touch. "I'm your boyfriend, baby, I'm not gonna love you any less if you look a little bit less put together sometimes."
Blaine nods, but stays still. "Thank you."
"Well?" Kurt encourages.
"What?"
He sighs. "You can go wash your hair."
The blush hits again. "You don't wanna see me without gel, Kurt."
Kurt holds his face and leans in to kiss him softly, like a whisper of his name or the look on lovestruck eyes. "Go wash your hair, and come back so we can cuddle and go to sleep."
"Kurt, I-"
He pokes a finger at his chest. "You are beautiful, Blaine Anderson. Go wash your hair."
Blaine looks at him for a long moment, and then nods. "Okay."