“No! I like them, I like them, I promise.”



“…Really?”



“Yes, really. They’re kind of really adorable in fact.” Kurt looked lovingly at his boyfriend and gently caressed the side of his (adorably) pouting face. “You’re being ridiculous, “ he added, rolling his eyes and prying Blaine’s hands from his forehead.



“But-“



“Blaine. There is nothing wrong with your eyebrows looking like triangles.”



Blaine looked up at him, pout increasingly becoming more and more puppy-like.

“I mean, I guess I’ve noticed it before but I didn’t think it was that distinct or anything…” Blaine grumbled. “Damn you, Mom.“

They were sitting cross-legged on Kurt’s bed after a particularly long day at school in which Blaine’s angular eyebrows were the lunch table’s topic of conversation. Brittany was sitting across Blaine and Kurt who weren’t paying attention to anyone else but each other–or the rest of the world for that matter. She bluntly asked what sort of magical powers Blaine’s eyebrows possessed and whether rainbows or unicorns (or rainbows and unicorns) shot out of them. Santana, always the saint, kindly mentioned how yeah, they looked like “abominable caterpillars”. After that it just went downhill and somehow Kurt found himself at the edge of the bench gracing his best bitch face at the entirety of New Directions was surrounding poor, helpless Blaine (and his eyebrows).



Now it was time for damage control.



“Blaine,” Kurt looked at him straight in the eye. “I love you. Warts and all. But thankfully, warts aren’t an issue.”



Fortunately, that earned a smile from Blaine.



“You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” Blaine leaned over nuzzled Kurt’s neck with his forehead.



“Are you…nuzzling me with your eyebrows?” Kurt asked incredulously but not all trying to hide the amused grin spreading across his face.



“Mhmmm…they’re trying to tell you how they love you like I do.” Blaine mumbled into Kurt’s skin.



“You’re ridiculous.”



“But you love me.”



Kurt sighed.



“But I love you.”