"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this, Kurt."

"Why not? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. But it seems weird, like I'm taking advantage of you."

"Blaine, I want to do this, and you need it. You know you do."

"Yeah, but I can take care of things on my own. I mean, that's what I usually do."

"It'll be better if I do it. You're stressed out about midterms. Besides, I have more experience."

"Oh really?"

"Since I was eleven."

"Eleven? Wow."

"Not that I had a lot to work with then." Kurt sighed. "Still don't, to be honest."

"Aw, I like yours."

"I do my best with what I've got. But you, dear boy, were blessed by Mother Nature."

"You know, I actually had no idea what to do with mine until I was fourteen."

"That is the saddest thing I've ever heard," said Kurt.

Blaine laughed. "I was totally clueless. I didn't figure it out until I started looking at stuff on the Internet."

"I wish I'd known you then. I could have helped you out."

"I wish you'd known me then too."

"Well, let's make up for lost time."

"Do you really want to?"

"I do. I really, truly do."

David knew it was wrong to keep listening. What Blaine and Kurt did together in private was their own business. But things were starting to get interesting, and it wouldn't hurt to listen a little longer.

"Should I just sit here like this?" Blaine asked.

"Lean back a little. Good."

"Your hands are so soft."

"Thanks. I can't believe how thick your—Blaine, I can't do this if you look at me like that."

It was quiet for a moment, then David heard a yelp.

"Did I pinch you? I'm so sorry," Kurt said.

"It's okay."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, keep going."

Silence again, broken only by two short gasps.

"Do you want to know a secret?" Kurt asked.

"Hmm?"

"I've been wanting to do this since the day we met."

This actually didn't surprise David, but Blaine said "Really?"

"I kept thinking about what I'd do if I ever got my hands on you. Ah, there we go. No, let me get that. Okay. So, how did I do?"

"Wow. Kurt, you are amazing."

"I try."

"I mean it. You could be a professional."

"That's what my stepmother said the other night. We tried to get Finn to let me do him too, but he kind of freaked out."

This was now officially too weird for David. He'd see Blaine in the dining hall for dinner, he could give him the notebook then. He might not be able to look him in the eye, but he could give him the notebook. He checked to make sure no one was around and ran for the exit, promising himself he'd never eavesdrop again.

Blaine looked in the mirror again. "I honestly think this is the best my eyebrows have ever looked."

"What did I tell you? I am great at plucking."