His heart raced, his eyes frantically searching the room. The white light above his head made everything hotter, and he couldn't breathe properly. His hands crashed upon every surface in the bathroom: countertop, mirror, cupboard, sink, shower. He upended every item in the room, and collapsed upon the floor.

They were gone.

He had placed them there just the night before. He was sure of it. He closed his eyes and visualized the previous night's events: he walked in, set his bag down, pulled them out of said bag, walked into the bathroom, and set them on the counter. He could watch himself as clearly as if he had been videotaped.

So where could they be?

He sat there, suffering mental anguish, until he realized what had happened.

"KURT!"

Blaine's bellow could be heard from all the way downstairs, where Kurt and Finn lounged on the couch, watching Saturday morning cartoons. Both boys took their eyes of off Spongebob and glanced slyly at each other, grinning from ear to ear.

"It took him long enough," Finn muttered.

Kurt nodded wisely. "Well, he always was a little slow."

Just then, the two heard thundering footsteps crashing down the stairs behind them. They turned in time to see Blaine fly into the room dressed most peculiarly: he wore his socks, his boxers, his half-buttoned white dress shirt, and his loosely knotted Dalton tie. To complete the look, his hair flew every which way, haphazardly curly and falling into his eyes.

"Kurt. Hummel." Blaine's voice was deadly calm. "What did you do with my hair gel?"

The boys on the couch fought hard to stifle their grins. "Blaine. Anderson." Kurt tried desperately to mimic the tone of his boyfriend, but his giggles were threatening to spill over. "What are you talking about?"

Blaine threw his hands into the air. "I know you took my hair gel, Kurt! I put those jars in your bathroom last night, and now they're gone. You're the only other person who uses that room, Kurt! The only one! Who else would have taken them besides, you, anyways?" He crossed his arms and glared pointedly at Kurt's innocent expression.

"Blaine," Kurt said calmly. "I haven't seen your hair gel in weeks. Honestly, perhaps you just forgot them—"

Blaine cut him off, gesturing madly with his hands. "You know very well that I didn't forget them, Kurt! I never go anywhere for the night without my gel! Besides, we have the thing with the Warblers today, and if I don't come at my most dapper, Wes may actually kill me!"

The Warblers had been asked to perform at the retirement ceremony for one of the school governors. Kurt had been invited along, because, even though he had transferred back to McKinley, he was still considered an honorary Warbler. That was why he knelt on the couch in his old Warbler uniform, tie and all, gazing amusedly at his distraught boyfriend, trying (and mostly failing) to keep a straight face.

Blaine suddenly shifted his glare to Finn. "I know you're in on this."

Finn's eyes widened, and he threw up his hands. "Hey, man, I never get in the middle of a lovers' quarrel."

The three took a silent moment to nod appreciatively at Finn's surprising knowledge of the word "quarrel."

Then Blaine began yelling again. "Kurt, if I don't tame this mane, I can't go! I cannot have anyone seeing me in my Dalton uniform without my hair slicked back! It will be the end of me! If Wes doesn't kill me, the others will surely laugh at me until I'm forced to kill myself."

Finn shrugged. "Well, I've now see my brother's boyfriend in his boxers, so, really, not much else could scar me at this point." With that he turned back around to resume his cartooning.

Kurt carefully stood up, ensuring his uniform stayed neat and unwrinkled, and walked slowly over to Blaine, who shook from rage. Kurt placed his hands on the shoulders of the half-naked boy. "I'll make you a deal." When Blaine cocked an eyebrow, he continued. "I will tell you where your hair gel is, and in return, you must go the rest of the summer without it."

Blaine's jaw dropped so fast and so far that Kurt thought for a moment that it had become detached. "Are you out of your mind?" Blaine screeched. "The whole summer? I have to go around with this mop on my head for another two months?"

Kurt nodded cruelly, an evil smile upon his face. Blaine sighed in concession. Kurt took his boyfriend by the hand and led him up the stairs. He quickly ducked into Finn's room and dug out the jars from between Finn's mattress and box spring. He handed them to Blaine, who turned to dash into the bathroom. Before he could, however, Kurt grabbed him by the tie and pulled him in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, Blaine was smiling.

"The things we do for love," he murmured.