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Chapter 5: Hair

"Oh my God," Kurt exclaimed, running to Blaine and almost tackling him with excitement. The summer before their senior year had sucked for both of them, since Blaine's parents had set up this long vacation in Florida, followed by him being a camp counselor for the rest of his summer, Klaine hadn't been united in months. Blaine hugged Kurt tightly and started rambling sweet nothings to him out of the happiness of finally being back together.

"I've missed you," Blaine ended his rambles, pulling away so he could get a good look at Kurt. At least he hadn't grown anymore, that was a plus. He pretty much looked the same, except for his face, which was a little sunburned. For whatever reason, Blaine had expected him to look entirely different. He wasn't sure why.

"Oh my God!" Kurt yelled again, running his hand through Blaine's mop of hair. "When was the last time you got a haircut? Or shaved for that matter!"

"Like, during the school year," Blaine said. "But I like it this way."

"It looks like Corbin Bleu hair," Kurt jabbed. "Until you can tumble like that, I don't think you have the rights to this hair. And you practically have a beard! Goodness gracious Blaine, you look like a hobo."

"I'll work on that," Blaine joked. It was their last day of summer and he really didn't want to spend it fighting. Kurt was just staring at him now, not in that adoring way like usual, but more in a critical way. He felt awkward until Kurt's gaze, but he broke it in a second.

"You're one of those hairy guys aren't you?" Kurt asked, taking Blaine up to his room.

"Yeah, that's not a problem isn't it?" Blaine asked, surprised by how Kurt was acting. So what if he was a bit hairy? That's just how he is. He can't help it.

"No, but if you want to kiss these lips, you have to shave," Kurt said as he escaped into his bathroom and came back with a clean razor and shaving cream. "I'm not kissing your hobo face. It'll itch and be unpleasant."

"What are you going to do when no shave November comes around?" Blaine asked as he rubbed shaving cream on his face and got to work.

"I'll not shave along with you and grow maybe a total of five hairs on my face," Kurt joked, sitting on the rim of the bathtub. "And you will not be kissed until December."

"I'm willing to live with that. The question is, can you live with that?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt through the mirror.

"I guess I'll have to, won't I? Now hurry up, if you finish sooner, I'll take you to the hair salon and get that other hair problem taken care of," Kurt said anxiously.

"You're not talking about the eyebrows are you? Because I need those for my summer trigonometry project. I'm going to measure the angles of them," Blaine joked, wishing he was actually kidding.

"No! Not your eyebrows. That mop that is probably full of dirt and grim from summer camp. You look like you could have fleas," Kurt complained. Blaine finished shaving his face, wiped the extra shaving cream off with a towel and sat down on the floor, putting his head in Kurt's lap.

"Just run your fingers through it and you'll change your mind," Blaine said, looking up at Kurt with his hazel puppy eyes.

"I doubt it. And I don't want to get fleas," Kurt said, pushing Blaine's head off his knee. Blaine put it back right away.

"Just once."

"No!"

"Just try it."

"Blaine!"

"Please?"

"Okay," Kurt finally gave in and ran a quick hand through the matted curls. As soon as he did it a second time, Blaine knew he wasn't going to have to get a haircut. Kurt may not like shaggy hair, but he never experienced Blaine's shaggy hair.