Blaine woke up the next morning, startled by Kurt's sudden movement in the bed and the sound of suppressed crying. It was a sound that Blaine never wanted to hear Kurt make ever again, but Kurt was trembling on the bed, his attempts to stop the tears failing miserably.

"Kurt?" he whispered, turning towards him, "What's wrong?"

"M-my," Kurt muttered in response, unable to form a complete sentence.

"Your what?"

"My hair," he finally spit out, seeming to crumple into the bed. Blaine sat straight up at this, finally awake enough to be somewhat aware of what was going on.

Kurt continued to talk, sniffling as he did so, "I mean, I knew it would happen, but."

Blaine reached out to the side, turning the light on with a snap. The sudden brightness illuminated the room and he could see Kurt laying there with one hand in front of him, staring despondently at the pieces of hair he was holding.

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine sighed, moving to put an arm around him.

"I have to cut it off," Kurt replied at once, pulling himself together.

"What?"

A few minutes later, they stood in Blaine's bathroom, both staring at the mirror.

"I'm gonna look weird," Kurt muttered.

"Shut up, you could never look weird," said Blaine as he draped a towel around his shoulders.

"You have to do it."

"What? No way, Kurt! If it looks bad then you're going to blame me every time you look in the mirror!"

"Of course it's going to look bad! I'm going to be bald!"

They stepped back from the mirror, admiring their work. "It looks weird," Kurt said shakily, running his hands over his head.

"Does not," Blaine replied as he pressed a kiss to Kurt's temple, "You look great. Besides, think of all the fashionable beanies you now have an excuse to wear."