“Hey, so what do you think? Pink nails or clear?” she asked walking into my room holding a bottle of nail polish in each hand. “Clear, we don’t have time for it to dry. If you told me you wanted your nails done we could have done them last night.” I rambled off. “Whoa, I’m sorry, but Kurt, you need to calm down. You’re trying to boss me around.” She said, walking over to me. “I need today to be perfect.” I told her. She started to rub my shoulders.
“It will be, nothing will go wrong. You love Blaine, and Blaine loves you. What else is there to say?” she asked me. I wanted to sat ‘a lot of things, I mean he could change his mind and leave me there. Or someone could not let us get married- “Kurt none of that will happed.” She told me. “Was I thinking out loud?” I asked her, she nodded her head. “Why would someone stop you two from getting married. Unless it’s you?” she asked. “I would never!” I told her, shoving her into the bed. “You know I love Blaine. Why in heavens hell would I leave him standing there?” I asked her. “Well then, lets get you ready so you can become Mr. Kurt Anderson.” She laughed. “Um, it’s Anderson-Hummel.” I corrected her. “We are keeping our names.” She rolled her eyes; I pushed her for the second time.
“Hey! Watch out,” she warned me. “I could drive you to the other side of the us and you wouldn’t marry Blaine today.” “Ha ha Ha,” I laughed. “Like you would do that.” I told her, picking up the dress bag and hanging it up. “Now, I need help. How should I style my hair?” I asked her. “Well how did you meet Blaine?” “I had my hair normally, gelled back quiffed at the front.” I told her. “Well then, how about you don’t use gel at all, flatten it out and curl the front.” She said fluffing up my damp hair. “Stop that!” I told her smacking her hand away playfully. “Come on, I’ll show you.” She said, pulling me into the bathroom.
“Sit.” She ordered me. I looked around and sat on the edge of the bath, there really was know where else. Normally I don’t like people touching my hair, but I knew Rachel wouldn’t make me look like a dag. “Maybe I should just do my normal style.” I told her after a few minutes. “And what would happen if Blaine didn’t use gel, did something different.” She told me. I did love his curls. I shut up and she continued working on my hair.
“There, done.” She told me, stepping back. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. “Wow! How do you get that to stay there without using hairspray or gel?” I asked her. “Pins.” She laughed, showing me a box of hairpins that sat in the sink. “Right,” I told her walking out of the bathroom. I glanced at the clock. “Is it really eight o’clock?” I asked her. “Yeah.” I could feel myself starting to panic. I started to hyperventilate.
