A/N: LMFAO. Had my first exam today. Why am I writing? Not sure. Sudden urge of inspiration and I ended up writing this in the last 20 minutes of my test. I finished really early. Art exam tomorrow, which means I don't have to study. YAY! I get to sit and fool around with clay for two hours XD

This chapter was inspired by Katy Perry's 'Last Friday Night' Music Video - Darren Criss is in it along with Kevin McHale - but Darren's in it for like, 30 seconds tops. Kevin's there for a little longer. It's pretty funny.

Rating: G/K

"Why are we doing this again?" Blaine complained, his arms folded, slumped against the chair.

"Because you love me." Kurt muttered, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

Blaine just grumbled to himself, staring painfully into the mirror. Kurt pulled a strand of his curls until it was taut, using the straightener along it carefully. Blaine actually winced as it came away to rest behind his ear – it was completely straight.

"Why does it work so well?" Blaine complained.

"GHD."

"What?"

"Amazing brand. Trust me."

Kurt continued to (In Blaine's opinion) butcher the curls, until Blaine's hair was all straight. With narrowed eyes, Kurt viewed him at all angles.

"Are we done?" Blaine muttered, refusing to look in the mirror this time.

Kurt shook his head. "Nope." He bent down, reaching into the cupboard. Blaine glanced down. There were numerous bottles, sprays and tubs, all of which Blaine vaguely remembered seeing when he picked up his gel at the shops.

"Do you buy the aisle?"

"Sometimes." Kurt muttered in all seriousness, extracting a spray bottle with a grin.

Blaine put his hands over his face as Kurt started the next round of torturing his hair. He heard the spray bottle and felt the tugging, the triumphant noises Kurt made before switching to another part of his head.

He didn't like his hair being touched – it was one of the reasons he'd always had it gelled down. For months, Kurt had begged and pleaded him to wear it curly when they were at Dalton, but he never did – and never was going to.

Dalton was where he was someone else – where he slipped into the comfortable shoes of Blaine 'Warbler' Anderson. Blaine 'Warbler' Anderson was confident and suave, with little hesitation, always turned up on time and always looked tidy and professional. When he was home, he could be Blaine, the hilarious, silly misfit who made the others laugh – where he didn't have to pay attention to his hair or even touch it for it to look okay.

The only reason Kurt was even touching it now was for the sole reason that Kurt gave – he loved him.

"I'm done."

Blaine refused to move his hands.

"Please. Please look." Kurt sounded excited, and Blaine drew in a deep breath before removing his hands, staring at the mirror.

Whoa.

It looked…good.

The front stuck up in several different places, the brown coming through, rather than the black that it seemed to turn when it was curly. The back was plastered down with hairspray, flicking out at the ends. Blaine just sat, mesmerized.

Was that really him?

He put his hand up.

Yep. The reflection followed.

The hand moved to his hair, touching it gently. Granted, it was hard as a rock, but it was his. Kurt cringed slightly as he touched it, but didn't say anything, grinning as he flicked the switch on the straightener off.

Blaine only then realised that his mouth was practically hanging open. He closed it, glancing at Kurt in the mirror.

"Did you just fall in love with yourself?"

Blaine nodded a little dumbly. He didn't even know his hair could do that.

Kurt planted a small kiss on his cheek.

"You're welcome."

A/N: I seem to be full of inspiration too - I've got another chapter for this in the works. Oh! I have to say, I've almost finished chapter 50. It's THE chapter. The one most of you have been waiting for. I think I started writing it around the same time I was writing chapter 6. It's been...difficult, because obviously I'm not a man, but I think I've got it as less awkward as possible. I hope. XD