Blayne stared at her reflection in her bathroom mirror, tugging at her hair. Pulling a curl down to rest against her cheek, she smiled softly.

“Blaine honey you really need to let me give you a haircut,”  Kurt pressed a kiss to her cheek as he passed behind her, grabbing his toothbrush.

A quiet sigh, pressing her lips together. “Oh, yeah. It's-It's getting there isn't it?”

Kurt gave an exaggerated nod, rolling his eyes as he scrubbed at his teeth.

It was really a testament to how much Blayne loved him that she didn't hate him in moments like this. She normally did, with other people. When Rachel called her a “dreamboat”, when Mr. Shue called her “leading man material”. But with Kurt, she couldn't help but simply hate herself. She was trapping him, she was lying to him.

But Blayne selfishly enjoyed the little moments. Like now, as Kurt draped a hand around her waist, spitting into the sink. If she closed her eyes she could almost imagine her waist a little smaller, his grip a little tighter and her hair a little longer. And of course, she could ignore the spitting part. On one hand it was domestic, on the other she was a girl.

Kurt glanced at his watch.“You know,” he said, movements speeding up. “This whole sexy sleepover thing would be a lot easier if we lived together,”

They'd had the discussion so many times, the fight even. Kurt thought it was because Blaine was afraid of commitment. Blayne knew it was because she was afraid Kurt wouldn't like what he found in packed boxes.  The dress she'd bought with her first paycheck, pink and frilly and ridiculous. The makeup she'd bought on her sixteenth birthday. And of course, her New York clothes, the ones she had brought in a promise to herself to come out before she moved to the city, the ones she had never even tried on.

“Kurt…”

“I know, I know,” he chimed, miming locking his lips. “But seriously it's getting ridiculous,”

Nodding mutely, Blayne checked her reflection one last time before exiting the bathroom. Kurt followed quickly, opening his drawer and grabbing ties with practiced ease. He frowned at the collection in his hand, holding two up to his chest.

“Orange with black and white?” he said. “Or gold with flowers?”

She glanced outside at the oppressive winter fog. “Flowers, we can pretend its spring for the day,”

A wicked grin flew across Kurt's face. “Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.”

Blayne laughed as Kurt spun out of the room in a flurry of cologne and hairspray.

“I love you!” she sang.

Kurt pranced back through the doorway, hair falling into his eyes. “I love you too,”

A light peck to her cheek and he was gone for the day, leaving Blayne to her room. She swallowed, delicately picking herself up and carrying her quivering body to the bathroom.

A thin but undeniably masculine face stared at her from the mirror, curls lining a hard jaw and thick eyebrows. She licked her lips.

“I bet if I straightened it, it'd cover my ears,” she said to herself. Her voice no longer wavered when she said things like this, instead it seemed stronger than ever.  She shook her head, grabbing Kurt's hairspray from the counter. Blayne stared at it for a second before placing it back in it's drawer and reaching for her hair gel. She sang softly as she worked it through her hair.

“You want a revelation,

You wanna get it right

But its a conversation,

I just cant have tonight”