Kurt walked into the hair salon, minding his own business entirely when he saw the sign. Well, it wasn’t exactly that hard to miss. In big, red letters in the middle of the sign, it read, OUT OF HAIRSPRAY. Kurt panicked. He had been running low on hairspray for weeks, and God knows how hard it was to keep up his hair at school, what with the slushies tossed willy-nilly at the Glee club students. And just underneath that, there was a smaller sign tacked to the big sign that read, WE’RE OUT OF GEL, TOO.

Kurt reacted like a two year old. He stomped his feet and pouted at the woman behind the desk, and then he started yelling, “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KEEP MY HAIR FROM FALLING FLAT! I MEAN, COME ON! AND GEL? MY BOYFRIEND USES IT BY THE BUCKETLOAD!” She looked at him, and said in a calm voice,

“All the hair salons are out of hairspray and hair gel. We lost them in the massacre.” Kurt glared at her and grabbed a bottle of shampoo off one of the shelves and attacked her with it. Then-

“Kurt!” Kurt’s eyes flew open, and he sat up in bed, forgetting that Blaine was spending the night (with strict instruction from Burt to keep the door open) and their heads collided. “Ow!”

“Oh, Blaine, it was awful!” Kurt rubbed at his forehead, watching as Blaine mirrored his actions.

“What was awful?”

“They were out of hairspray and hair gel and it was like a hair-pocalypse.” Blaine, despite the throbbing ache in his forehead from Kurt’s head colliding with his, smiled, and started to laugh.

“Oh, Kurt.”

“IT’S NOT FUNNY!” Blaine covered his mouth with one hand, and continued to laugh, this time at Kurt’s expression. Just then, Burt appeared in the doorway, looking from Blaine to Kurt. “Dad, tell him to stop laughing at me! It’s not funny!”

“What’s going on?”

“They were out of hairspray! And gel! It was a hair-pocalypse!” Burt shook his head as if to say, You’re on your own, kid, and walked away from the door. “Dad! Tell Blaine to stop laughing!”

“Kurt, you do realize that this is really, really funny- OW! YOU PUNCHED ME!”