Blaine had just dozed off on the couch when he heard Kurt let out a bloodcurdling scream from the bathroom. Practically falling off the couch, Blaine stumbled up and ran to the door to find it locked.

“Kurt, baby? Are you OK? Blaine kept jiggling the knob without any luck getting the weak lock to break open.

“No, I’m not.” Kurt sounded more like he was pouting than facing a life-threatening injury, making Blaine immediately relax. “Just go away...” Kurt continued, “I can’t let you see me like this”.

“Like what? Come on, babe...let me in.” Blaine leaned his head against the door to try and hear what his husband was doing behind it. “I thought you were just taking a shower?” Blaine pressed Kurt with a question to get him to share what was happening behind the closed door.

“I- I just did, but first I- I- ...” Kurt began, but stopped just shy of confession.

“What, Kurt? Babe, I’m not going to be mad or anything, right?”

“No, I don’t think so. I’m mad at myself. I-” Kurt said the offense too quietly for Blaine to hear.

“You what?”

Again, Kurt mumbled under his breath.

"Love, I really can't hear-" Blaine started.

“I tried to dye my own hair and I got the wrong color because the dyes at the beauty supply store only have numbers and not pictures and, and, and....I’m a horrible orangey blonde.” Kurt blurt it out and then there was complete silence.

“What..why would you dye-” Blaine started, but realized the reason immediately.

*

A few weeks ago Blaine had heard a similar scream come from their bathroom. Blaine had rushed over in a similar manner to find the door unlocked and pushed open to reveal Kurt sitting on the floor with his head buried in his hands.

It turned out Kurt had found a single grey hair when he had been styling it. Blaine had reassured him saying it was totally normal, that it was only one hair, and that he still found him incredibly sexy.

Kurt had cried that he was old and that he would be completely grey by the end of the month.

Gently chuckling at him, Blaine countered that Kurt was not old (“Babe...you’re only 27...”) and that he was probably just stressed from work since it had been fashion week.

Hoping to ease the remaining stress, Blaine then began kissing him and telling Kurt how he was going to "de-stress" him. Short kisses turned into long kisses with tongue and then clothes were being shed and they didn’t make it off the bathroom floor until a few hours later.

*

Blaine shivered at the memory and just smiled fondly at his worrisome husband through the door. “Baby, I thought I had reassured you about that grey hair...I mean, you haven’t had another since. It was a fluke...open up, please?” Blaine pressed his palm against the door, then began to trace the grain pattern with his index finger.

“I know...I just...it freaked me out and I had meant to go to an actual hair salon, but I couldn’t find the time...and...if I open the door, promise not to laugh...” Kurt put his hand on the doorknob.

“I promise!” Blaine heard Kurt unlock the door and then it was slowly being pulled open. Before Blaine could control his emotions, his eyes shot open at the orange-blonde hair on his lover’s head.

“Blaine! I told you not to laugh!” Kurt began to close the door on Blaine again, but he quickly wedged his body between the door and it’s frame. Kurt gave up and went to sit on the shut toilet lid with a towel around his neck and one around his waist. 

“I’m not laughing...I was just shocked...isn’t that allowed?” Blaine had since relaxed his expression and went to kneel in front of Kurt. “I’m sorry...really, I am. Can you look at me please?” Blaine put his hands on Kurt’s exposed knees. 

Kurt looked up slowly with tears in his eyes. Despite his hair being completely wrecked, the color did make his eyes a more piercing blue.

“Oh babe...we can fix it. It’s not that bad.” Blaine gave Kurt a sympathetic look as Kurt wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “How about this...we both play hooky from work tomorrow? I know a great hair dresser who works on our theatre productions. I’ll call her and you can get your hair fixed and I will get that haircut you’ve been bugging me about, then we can grab some lunch and then come home and I can resume my 'de-stressing' techniques from a few weeks ago. How does that sound?” Blaine then moved his hands up and down Kurt’s thighs in a soothing manner.

“Sounds great. I’m really sorry about all of this. I just always want to look my best for you.” Kurt wiped at the tears that had lingered after the first set and tried to smile at Blaine.

“You do and you always will.”

“Even with orange hair?” Kurt asked as a genuine smile broke out onto his face.

“Even with orange hair.” Blaine returned the smile and got up to kiss his silly husband.