Kurt and Blaine got out of the Navigator along with Rachel and Finn. Rachel was happy that she was getting her Prom night with her fiancé after all. Finn was still upset with Quinn for hiding the fact that she could walk, but he was determined not to let that spoil one of their last high school events together for Rachel. He had been selfish, but he could make amends.

While they were walking towards the auditorium, all Blaine could think of was, "Even if I stay still, Brittany is not so dumb as to think I am a statue. She'll make me wash my hair, and when Kurt sees how horrible it is, he is surely gonna break up with me."

At the same time, Kurt was thinking to himself, "At last, the mystery is going to be revealed. It won't be like when Neil Patrick Harris said that every relationship should have a few secrets.

"I'd rather love my boyfriend for who he is than for who he isn't. But what if there was a different reason for his gel? Maybe he had a blonde layer of hair underneath? Maybe a tumor? Oh my god, Kurt, get real! How many times have you made out with him? Wouldn't you have realized if he had blonde hair?

"Sad, I did have a crush on Tom Felton."

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As Blaine had dreaded, Brittany saw him and proclaimed that she could smell the hair gel even though he thought it was impossible because had always bought the odourless variety. He told Kurt to wait for him while he went to the washroom.

Kurt, however, was worried for a different reason. Just because he was "okay" with being crowned Prom Queen last year didn't mean he wanted his last Prom to be marred by such an incident again.

So Kurt, being the dutiful and adorable boyfriend that he was, told Blaine that he would come with him as he didn't enjoy teen boy band covers anyway. He was still happy that he had missed the Justin Bieber craziness when he was at Dalton.

Blaine was freaking out internally. He was getting ready to come back only if his hair, which was always a disaster, had miraculously become sexy. Otherwise, he would have escaped or put a dollop of gel and hoped for the best that Brittany wouldn't smell it. However, he had no choice but to show his boyfriend, the love of his life, what the bane of his existence was.

Blaine had brought his carry-on bag and dumped it in the darkest corner of Kurt's car. He removed it and went to the boy's washroom which was far enough away from the gym that no stragglers would come in and see the horrible spectacle that was his hair. He made Kurt stand guard outside. Kurt complained, but Blaine pacified him with a three minute make-out session. He said, "I want you to see the final product. Not all the steps it takes to get me there." He went in and locked the door as Kurt opened the Angry Birds app on his iPhone.

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The Gods surely hated him. All the prepping, the hair-drying, the leave-in conditioner – none of it was of any use at all. He looked like a bald boy with a bird's nest on his head. And he hated it. He couldn't even apply gel because Kurt, with his awesome ninja skills, had pried it out of his hands when he removed it from the carry-on bag. He brushed it without having any problems with the gel reacting since there was NO FREAKIN' GEL AT ALL!

Hoping for the best and praying to the Lord that Kurt would at least refrain from laughing at him, he unlocked the door. As if Kurt was eavesdropping at the door for every sound Blaine was making, he pushed the door open immediately.

When Kurt didn't say anything at all, Blaine just closed his eyes. He didn't blame Kurt. The hair was horrendous. Kurt was lucky he didn't see him every morning; Blaine definitely did not rock the just-rolled-out-of-bed look. He was sure that Kurt had put a fist in his mouth to keep the giggles from emerging.

Blaine knew he couldn't keep his eyes closed all night and hide from the others' reactions. He had to go home at some point, and he would need his sight for that. So, with bated breath, he opened his eyes.

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And there was Kurt, with all his eyes smouldering at him. Blaine was shocked. Was it in disgust, because seriously Kurt could not be turned on by this mess, could he? Well, Blaine thought, maybe he could as Kurt approached him with what was his bedroom-eyes and a smouldering look.

Kurt threw his top hat to the side (with care of course, he didn't want to damage it). He couldn't believe how sexy Blaine looked. The fashionista part of him was screeching at the mess, but the horny part of him shut it up and said, "You know, Blaine looks like he does when you've just finished fucking him." And Kurt couldn't help what he did next.

He jumped Blaine and started kissing him. He felt the tension leave Blaine's shoulders, and Blaine started kissing him back. He curled his hands in Blaine's hair, glad for once that the gel was out so his hands didn't get sticky. Blaine lost his inhibitions and started kissing Kurt with vigour. He knew Kurt didn't mind his hair getting spoiled when it was due to making out.

Kurt felt himself hardening and couldn't help but ask Blaine, "You wanna?"

Blaine laughed at the cheesiness of it and said, "I would love to, but I think your moaning and screaming would bring all the McKinley students running in here. And Prom is still not over. Maybe after that we can go back to the hotel room. I snagged some condoms off Becky."

Kurt agreed, though he didn't like that he had to wait. He noted that Blaine's hair had become reminiscent of Medusa's snake head (though he would never actually say that to Blaine) and said, "Give me your brush. I don't want everyone to know how you look after you've had sex."

As Kurt started making Blaine look somewhat presentable, Blaine sighed happily as he thought, "I didn't have anything to worry about after all."