It started the day that Blaine graduated from high school. Kurt always knew that sometimes people went a little crazy after graduation - partying and letting loose.  But this - this was unexpected.

Kurt didn't notice it at first. He thought that Blaine was just relaxing his grooming because he no longer had to for school.  But then, one day as they were kissing, he noticed the lack of stubble along his jaw.  Kurt pulled back, and rubbed one finger along his boyfriend's cheek.  It was obviously freshly shaved.

But not his top lip.  That was still covered in scruff.  Interesting, Kurt thought, before Blaine bit his lip in a way that was impossibly sexy and Kurt forget about whatever he was thinking and went back to kissing. And a little bit more.

--

A week later, Kurt couldn't really deny what was happening. It was obvious that Blaine was shaving every day.  But not his mustache.

His mustache.

Blaine was growing a mustache.

Kurt wasn't sure if he liked it, but he didn't say anything, because he didn't want to be pushy or controlling.  Despite this, he found himself staring at it without meaning to.  It was starting to consume his thoughts, even when Blaine wasn't there.

-- 

Two weeks after the first hint of a mustache, it was undeniable.  It was full, and thick, and luscious.  It was unmistakably there, on his face.

It was like a third member in their relationship. It was Kurt, and Blaine, and the mustache.  It was a big elephant in the room. An elephant with a mustache.

Kurt couldn't stop thinking about it. It was consuming him, day and night. He wanted to badly to ask Blaine to shave it off, because it looked silly. But he liked the way it felt when it rubbed against him. He liked to lick it sometimes. It felt so sexy and manly.

So Kurt didn't say anything, and shut his eyes, and enjoyed himself as Blaine and his mustache trailed down his chest, the prickles making it all the more sexy.

--

It finally came to a head when they ordered pizza.  They were sitting in Kurt's living room, on the couch, watching a movie.  Kurt was slowly eating his pizza, staring at the screen, engrossed.

Then he turned to look at Blaine, and that was the breaking point.

Blaine had finished his pizza, however he hadn't eaten it all.  A large glob of cheese and tomato  was clinging to his mustache.  That was it. When food started getting stuck in it, it was too much.

Too much.

Kurt leant across and licked it off.

"Blaine. The mustache has to go. Like, now."

"I was wondering when you'd say something," Blaine said, smirking.  "I'll go shave it now."

"Yes, please."

"Anything else you want me to shave while I'm at it?" Blaine said.

"How about I come with and show you?"