#singthe-harmony

No but really, I'll wash these and return them to you as soon as possible, Blaine.

Let us plan! Saturday evening, ladies?

Harmony glanced in the mirror one last time before walking out of her room. There was ONE hair--one damn flyaway that was going the opposite direction of the rest of her hair. She stared at it, as if the hair was going to be intimidated into being styled the right direction. Of course, her telekinesis was ineffective. She continued to check her appearance. Her makeup seemed like it wasn't thick enough, and her freckles were showing, but she was afraid to put anymore on and have too much. Her nails could use another coat of clear. Her red lips were fading. Her eyeliner was a tad too thin. She let out an exasperated sigh. She had to get away from anything reflective, or she was going to pick herself apart. She took a seat on her bed and picked up her clutch and her iPhone. She started to send Rory a text, but she stopped. What if he thought she was desperate? He didn't seem like that kind of guy... but she could be wrong. Her phone's backlight went off, she began examining her face in the reflection. There was a tiny smudge on her eyebrow... Stop it. Hiding her phone in her clutch, Harmony went into the living room to wait on Rory. And get away from reflective things.

Kurt, you're going to have to work you're magic.

Haha, I mean, I don't know him very well. He's a great kisser though.