"Jesus, are you sure you're not fullblooded?" he says it with a laugh, because she's looking like a kitten wrapped up in a ball of string. It's in her hair, running over her face and between her fingers. He doesn't even know how she managed to get so wrapped up in it so fast.

Blaine stands up and tries to run his fingers through her hair to get it out. "Maybe I should just be decorating you instead."