Not quite sure what I just wrote. But in those prom spoilers they mentioned gel free hair and I just wonder how/what/why. This is just something I came up with.
“Blaine…Pssst…Blaine!” Blaine glanced over and saw Brittany peeking over at him from the gym door, beckoning him forward. He frowned and then touched Kurt’s arm.
“I’ll be right back.” He muttered, and Kurt smiled in reply before letting Mercedes take his hand and drag him towards the crowded dance floor. Blaine smiled until Kurt was out of his sight before turning and walking over to where Brittany stood.
“Hey Britt.” He smiled casually, feeling a little confused as she grabbed him by the arm of his tux and pulled him out of the gym. “Woah! What’s up?”
“This is a gelervention.” Came a voice from behind them, and Blaine turned to see Santana. Of course. Where Brittany went, Santana followed.
”A-what?” Blaine frowned, tucking his hands in his pockets, more confused than anything at the ambush.
“A gel intervention, Blaine.” Santana enunciated all three words, as if he were deaf rather than merely confused.
“You wear too much gel in your hair.” Brittany frowned, never one to beat about the bush.
“Well I-” Blaine started, before he got interrupted by Santana.
“She’s right, little one. Whilst your gelled hair is undeniably dapper and takes us all on a whirlwind trip back to the forties, we know what lies under that helmet.” Santana said briskly, walking over to him and smiling. “We saw you at the pool. You have curly hair, Blainey. And you’re hiding it under way, way too much gel. How much do you even get through a week?”
“Not much.” Blaine lied shiftily. “Why do you care?” He knew he sounded rude and possibly defensive, but he felt it, could feel him shrinking into himself as he always did when he got uncomfortable.
“Because curls are pretty and you should let them free.” Brittany declared, before grabbing Blaine’s arm again. Santana pulled on the other one and they frogmarched him into the bathroom. Santana pulled a bag from behind the sink and opened it up.
“Here’s the deal, hobbit.” Santana snapped, grabbing shampoo and a towel from the bag. “Here lies the emergency slushy kit. We want to wash your hair. Wash all that gel away and set those fluffy little curls free.”
“Santana, I’d rather-” Blaine attempted again, only to be interrupted yet again by the fierce brunette.
“Blaine we know for a fact your boyfriend LOVES the curls. So why plaster them down so much, huh?” Santana asked, a hand on her hip.
“We won’t hurt you.” Brittany said softly. “Tana’s great at washing hair, she does mine when we’re in the bath like, all the time.”
A blush pooled in Santana’s cheeks but other than that she seemed unaffected by Brittany’s statement.
“So what’s it to be, shortass? You let us wash that gel right out of your hair or you carry on as captain gel?”
“I just-” Blaine stopped and leaned against the sink, his heart pounding. He took a deep breath. No more hiding. “Did Kurt ever tell you about the first dance I went to? Before I went to Dalton?” Both girls shook their heads, so he continued. “I was nearly fifteen. I had never gelled my hair before, it never even occurred to me. But I went to this dance…with another guy. To cut a long story short they beat ten shades of shit out of us.”
“Blaine, I-” Santana’s voice was much softer than usual.
“Wait.” Blaine paused and then carried on. “The way they hurt me…They put me in a coma for three days by grabbing me by my curls and smashing my head into a brick wall.” He swallowed and willed the tears of shame and fear away. “After that…when I woke up. I couldn’t bear to leave the house without them gelled. It was like- it was this one thing I could control. I couldn’t control the panic attacks or what they did to me or the memory problems I suffered for almost a year after, but I could control my hair.” He sniffed. “It sounds so stupid. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Brittany whispered gently, putting an arm around him and hugging him tight.
“We should have thought-” Santana said awkwardly, leaning out a hand and thumbing a tear from his cheek so, so gently.
“You weren’t to know.” Blaine took a breath. “You’re right. I wear too much gel. I wore less at Dalton. But now I’m back at public school…it just makes me feel safe.”
“We won’t make you do anything you don’t want.” Brittany proclaimed, and Santana nodded vigorously.
Blaine glanced towards the shampoo still in Santana’s hand and swallowed, before taking a seat on the stool in front of the sink. “Go on.” He said, with a small smile. “Wash it out. I know you’re dying to.”
“Blaine, are you sure-” Santana went to ask, but Blaine cut in.
“I really am. I’m not…saying I’ll stop wearing gel.” He paused, smiling properly now. “But what can one night do, huh?”
“Exactly.” Santana grinned, snapping into action and running the warm water. “Besides, you know we’ll never let anyone here lay a single hand on you, right Blaine? If anyone tried to hurt you like they did before here, they’d be unconscious before they hit the ground.”
A few minutes later, Blaine walked back towards the gym, flanked by Santana and Brittany. It felt weird, he could feel curls springing over his ears and onto his forehead.
He walked into the gym, his hands in his pockets, swallowed a lump in his throat and went to find Kurt. A slow song had begun to play. Just in time…
“Excuse me?” He asked, reaching out a hand as he spotted his gorgeous boyfriend’s back. “May I have this dance?”
Kurt turned around, a smile painting his lips, only to be replaced with the biggest grin Blaine had ever seen.
“Honey!” He exclaimed, “your hair! I’ve never seen it like that in public. Who threw water at you?”
“Brittany and Santana.” Blaine answered. “In the nicest way possible, of course.”
“You look lovely.” Kurt whispered, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s neck and settling his fingers into the soft curls at the nape of Blaine’s neck. “Are you ok?”
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist, curling his fingers in the material of his waistcoat, and laid his head on Kurt’s chest.