Here's a story about Blaine waxing. You may ask why. Well I have no fucking clue, I don't even wax anymore and I have no idea where this came from.
Also, for those of you starting Ramadan- first of all, good luck! Second of all, I'll make sure to mention it in the A/N if a drabble contains something related to food, I know fasting sucks.
Hope ya'll enjoy! :D
Unibrow
"Guess who's had the best the day work!" calls Kurt as he walks in the door, and Blaine freezes over the stovetop. "Ooh, are you cooking, it smells like-"
Kurt turns around the corner and stops. "Um."
Blaine looks at him with a sheepish, terrified expression. There's a glob of something white stuck between his eyebrows, and a similar glob on his bare chest. He's holding a small mirror. "I didn't know you were coming home this early," he squeaks, about two octaves higher than his normal voice.
Kurt stares. "Is that wax."
Blaine's shoulders sag. "Yes, it's wax."
"You're waxing your chest. And your brows."
Blaine looks away and nods.
"I didn't know you waxed."
He sighs. "Yes, you not knowing was intentional."
"But you don't wax your armpits or your legs," Kurt says, frowning.
"Um. No, no, I don't."
The silence after that is light-years long. Blaine's posture slowly goes from rigid to drooping. Kurt's eyes look over the kitchen, the can of wax in a bubbling, water-filled pan on the stovetop, the tweezers on the counter, and then he looks again at the white, cooling wax on Blaine's skin.
"How hard are you judging me?" asks Blaine when he can't take it anymore.
"Not very, actually. Judging myself more, for not realizing that no one's chest is naturally that smooth," Kurt says nonchalantly.
"Yours is, though," Blaine counters.
"I don't grow a beard, though."
Blaine hums.
"Why would you wax your brows, though, is beyond me," says Kurt, finally dropping his bag and walking closer.
"Oh my god Kurt, please don't. I'd have a unibrow if I didn't. I'm not even joking," he says with a stern face, so serious that Kurt giggles.
"Unibrows are indeed not a joking matter," agrees Kurt with a smile and pecks Blaine's cheek. He breathes in the familiar scent of Blaine's aftershave and hums. "Mmm, you shaved, too?" He nuzzles Blaine's soft skin, and Blaine grins.
"As much as I love you rubbing all over me, I still do have wax stuck to my skin," says Blaine, gasping when Kurt pulls away with a sucking kiss to his Adam's apple.
"You know I won't ever judge you for doing something like this, right?" Kurt strokes his cheek. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm cool with it."
Blaine smiles earnestly. "Thank you," he murmurs, and then turns around towards the light coming from the window, and lifts the mirror in his hand. "So what was that about the best day ever at work?" he says lightly as he effortlessly rips off the wax from between his eyebrows, and starts peeling the edge of the glob on his chest.
Kurt stares for a moment, stunned, and then leans against the wall and watches Blaine's careful movements, so graceful when he's holding the mirror so delicately-
"Oh. Well, okay. So the first thing, literally right as I walk through the door, Lauren jumps at me and she's yelling about that the thing with her boss, you know…"