"I don't know how you can stand�this," Blaine said, swiping at his face once more.

He and Kurt were in the girls' bathroom, trying vainly to remove slushie residue from their faces and clothing.

"You get used to it after a while," Kurt replied, tugging a fresh shirt out of his bag. He peeled off his soaked shirt, laying it in the sink so he could try to rinse out the bright blue stain. "You should be thankful they held off for as long as they did. Imagine this on your first day of classes, right away in the morning. I almost gave up on styling my hair when these became daily occurrences."

Kurt tugged his shirt onto his shoulders and quickly fastened the buttons. He ran cold water over his wet shirt, hoping the worst of the stain would wash out.

"This is just…ridiculous." Blaine huffed angrily as he tried to paw chunks of ice from his hair.

Kurt sighed, reaching a hand over to one of the handles of Blaine's sink. "It's best if you rinse your hair out. Here, let me help yo--"

"Don't."�Blaine said shortly. "I'll do it myself."

Kurt snatched his hand back.

"Blaine, I--"

"Kurt, could you just…could you go? Please?"

Kurt swallowed hard. He felt his eyes begin to sting, and he blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. He shut off the water in the sink he'd been using and wrung out his shirt.

And he left the room without saying another word.