The days passed, composed with the rise and fall of the sun through a burnished blue sky. Blaine continued to exist in this human body, learning more of the language with every day, finding himself sitting long after the moon was in the sky with Kurt, quietly talking and smiling and touching. He didn't know what to do, how long the magic would last, what the consequences could be, how to exist in this strange new world that he didn't understand. Kurt was all he had, the only thing keeping him afloat as everything changed, turned upside-down, became confused.

"Have you ever been kissed, Blaine?" Kurt asked softly one night, his fingers playing against Blaine's forearm as they sat on the patio, watching the setting sun dye the sky streaked red, Blaine's feet tangled around Kurt's ankle and his hand at Kurt's waist.

"Never," Blaine answered softly, nervously. "I've never felt a love like that for someone. There was one merman who chased me, and went to my father asking for my hand in marriage, but my father knew I was saving myself for someone far more special than him." He turned to Kurt, sliding his legs over Kurt's and swinging his feet lazily back and forth. "Is it the same when humans kiss? Is it about love and tenderness and wanting to touch each other?"

"I like to think so," Kurt murmured, close and warm and solid, smiling sweetly up at Blaine. "To me, if I ever got kissed, it would be the touch of the fingertips that counted. I'd want it slow, to feel his breath against my skin before our lips met, for his hands to hold my face gently, for us to feel like we were coming home. It would have to be perfect."

Nervously, Blaine inhaled sharply and leaned in, pressing his lips to Kurt, warm and plump against his, hands rising to cup his face like it was the most precious find from a shipwreck. Kurt seemed to still for a moment with surprise, but kissed him back, fingers tangling into the curls at the base of Blaine's neck. Blaine moved first, breaking the kiss but barely moving away, whispering, "Was that as perfect as you wanted?"

"Blaine, it was...everything," Kurt whispered sweetly, and kissed him again, lips moving slow and sweet against Blaine's, his tongue finding the crease between Blaine's lips and sliding into his mouth, sending heat shooting through Blaine's body, simmering low in his belly. Kurt pulled away once more, eyes swirling dark, his hand sliding up Blaine's thigh to cup him through his pants.

With Kurt working in the tiny seaside village, Blaine had spent long summer days reading the books Kurt owned about sex, seeing the beauty of the intimacy it could bring, learning in theory where everything should go and how it could feel. But nothing prepared him for the reality of Kurt's hand on him, his cock swelling to full hardness beneath the caress, Kurt's tongue exploring his mouth and his moans vibrating against Blaine's lips. "What are you doing?" he asked softly, a little scared.

"Do you want to have sex with me tonight?" Kurt questioned, pulling back and squeezing Blaine's hands. Nodding fervently, Blaine laughed as Kurt swept him into his arms and carried him away to the bedroom, tipping him onto the bed and collapsing on top of him, kissing and touching and slowly undressing, never wanting it to end.

Kurt opened him up slowly, with gentle fingers, stroking his hair reassuringly, and slid into him without a barrier between them, and Blaine couldn't help crying out, Kurt's lips firm and passionate on his, their bodies moving together, desperate and reverent and wanting. At the moment of orgasm, Blaine broke and, "I love you, Kurt," spilled from his lips into the heady air between them.

Collapsing on top of him, Kurt pressed kisses to his bare shoulder, murmuring, "I love you too, Blaine," against his skin.

Blaine awoke in the morning to the sun shining through the window, streaming past the unclosed curtains, and the bed empty next to him. He stood up and stepped into clean boxers, sliding a pale blue shirt of Kurt's over his arms and shoulders and letting the halves flap open, showing a long strip of olive skin scattered with coarse dark hair, and walked into the kitchen to hear cheerful humming and the sound of something simmering.

Kurt was standing over the oven, in loose heather-grey pants that cut off at his calves, the white tank top clinging to his curve of his waist and his toned stomach, the muscles of his arms and shoulders swelling from the material. "Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, turning to Blaine with a soft smile on his face. "Bacon and pancakes for breakfast?"

"You think I'm beautiful?" Blaine asked softly, and Kurt left their breakfast on the stove to come over and slide his hands around Blaine's waist to curl against the small of his back, drawing him in close. He smiled softly and Blaine barely had time to inhale shakily before Kurt was kissing him, dipping him back a little beneath the force of the embrace. When Kurt broke away, breathing heavy and eyes dark, Blaine asked, "So was last night good for you?"

"Last night was the best night of my life," Kurt promised him, playing with his fingers at their sides. "I gave everything to the man I love, who told me he loves me back. How could it be anything other than perfect?" He kissed Blaine again, soft, quick pecks, punctuating every kiss with a whisper, "And I want to do it all over again."

"Kurt," Blaine sighed, arching as Kurt's lips found his neck, then a more forceful, "Kurt! Our food will burn." Kurt just laughed against his lips, breaking away briefly to turn off the flames before returning to Blaine's arms, backing him towards the couch, leaning over him with a loving smile before dropping to kiss him again, once on the lips before moving down his jaw and neck, mouthing at sensitive skin, bound to leave marks.

Blaine arched his body into Kurt's with a moan muffled against Kurt's lips, arms rising up from their spread-eagled position across the couch to wind around Kurt's neck, fingers wound tight into his hair as Kurt's hands slid down to his ass, curving over the flesh and squeezing, tugging him closer so their cocks dragged deliciously together through their clothes, making them both moan at the electric contact.

"I never knew how good it could feel when humans mate," he whispered into the air between them, Kurt rocking down purposefully against him, Blaine's hands playing with the material of his tank top stretched across the muscles of his back. "My people don't do this for mere pleasure, they do it for family."

"Well, when you're a gay man it's always for fun," Kurt said breathlessly, smiling as he pressed quick, delicate kisses against Blaine's mouth. "Have I told you I love you this morning? Because I do, I love you. So much."

"I love you," Blaine murmured, tucking a sweat-damp lock of hair back behind Kurt's ear and pushing himself up on his elbows to catch Kurt's mouth in a deep kiss, fingers hooking around his cheek to press him close.

"I'm not working today," Kurt whispered, voice heavy with potential, hips working frantically against Blaine's, fingers dancing over the bare skin of his chest. "We can spend the whole day together, just us, go down to the beach where we first met and have dinner and wine on the terrace. Pure romance." Blaine nodded dazedly and pulled Kurt down against him, hips pressing against him almost hard enough to be called violent as he came, Kurt following him a minute later with a soft groan straight into his ear, making his cock twitch painfully in his boxers.

Once breakfast was gone and they were both covered marginally more, Kurt took Blaine's hand tenderly in his and led him down to the beach, a mere five minute walk from the pretty little house. The sand was powdery against his bare feet, the sun beating down on the back of his neck, Kurt's laugh echoing like music on the summer breeze as Blaine tore his shirt over his head and headed for the cool welcoming arms of the gently stirring waves.

"Come on!" he called to Kurt, holding out his hands and smiling as Kurt shook his hand and ran barefoot across the crescent of white sand towards him, skin like marble in the sunlight, spraying water up around them as he crashed into him, knocking him backwards into the water, lips warm and soft and salty when they found Blaine's, hungry kisses and fingers looped into curls stiffening with the salt water.

When they resurfaced, Kurt rolling over so Blaine was on top of him as the waves lapped affectionately around them, Blaine looked up to see shrewd, familiar eyes watching them, just above the surface of the water. A blink of green, a flicker of a tail, the shine of scales in the falling sunbeams, and he was gone and Kurt was kissing rapidly just beneath Blaine's ear, and Blaine was distracted again, paying no more heed to narrowed green eyes and a dark red tail beating at the water, taking news down to the fathoms below that Blaine Anderson, son of the king's closest and most trusted advisor, had turned himself into a human for the love of a man.

"Sire, the younger Anderson son has went against our laws and our very nature. He went to the elders, as that disgrace to our kind did twenty-three years ago, and secured a potion to make himself into a human for the love of a man."

"Well this is most interesting news. Young man, will you please find Anderson and bring him to me? He has been looking anxiously for his son for several months. I wouldn't want him to continue with his life trapped in his anxiety."

Blaine rocketed out of bed, Kurt rolling over and blinking blearily at him as he rushed out of their bedroom for the bathroom, stomach roiling like the waves during a storm as he emptied what seemed to be everything he'd eaten in his entire life into the toilet, clinging weakly to the edges of the porcelain bowl, slumping against the floor with his forehead pressed against the cool tile.

"Honey? Blaine, are you okay?" Weakly pushing himself up from the floor, Blaine wiped a hand across the sweat slicking his forehead and gave Kurt a wan smile. "Oh God, we shouldn't have had those oysters last night, they must've given you food poisoning," Kurt said anxiously, dropping to his knees beside Blaine and wrapping an arm around him, feeling his forehead with his mouth pinched tight in a line of worry. "Honey, I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Blaine whispered, letting himself lean heavily into Kurt. "Can you just give me a minute to brush my teeth? Then I'll come through and eat breakfast, I'm actually really hungry."

Kurt giggled and pressed a kiss to his temple, rubbing his back before he stood up, teasing, "You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were pregnant." Kissing Blaine's cheek lingeringly, he smirked at him before ducking out of the bathroom, leaving Blaine to lean heavily on the sink, gazing wide-eyed at his reflection in the glass ringed with fingerprints, from him wistfully touching the reflection of Kurt's face before turning to repeat every motion onto warm skin when Kurt had plastered himself against his back the night before, fingers playing mischievously along the edge of his towel.

When his brother had married a pretty blonde mermaid, they had begun their family right away. He could still remember the lines of irritation carved deep into Cooper's face as Quinn flitted around him sinuously and teased him about his hormones. His mother had explained reproduction to him when he was very young by likening the merpeople to seahorses. Could his and Kurt's love-making have led to a brood growing within him?

Rolling up his shirt, he curved his hands over his belly, pressing gently at the skin. It definitely seemed firmer and rounder than usual, but he simply couldn't know for sure. Could he walk into the clinic in the town and ask to be given an ultrasound?

"Blaine, I thought you were coming," Kurt said sweetly from the doorway, his head tilted as he looked curiously at Blaine's hand against his stomach. "What's going on, honey? You're not debating whether you're fat, are you, because you're not and I never want you to think like that about yourself."

"Kurt, I think..." Blaine trailed off, unsure of how to put his thoughts forward in the human language. "I think you making love to me so wonderfully and so frequently has led to us...expecting a brood."

"Are you trying to say you think we're having a baby?" Kurt asked, and Blaine almost collapsed, grateful that Kurt understood. "You do know that's impossible, right? We're both men, Blaine, neither of us has the necessary parts to get pregnant."

"Do you know how seahorses reproduce?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded, drawing him close and leaning their foreheads together, chuckling softly at him. Hurt by his flippancy, Blaine continued, "That's kind of how my people reproduce. The men receive the eggs from the women and fertilize them, and carry them in a pouch until they're ready to give birth. Perhaps, somehow, when I became human, the magic twisted my body into something not entirely male. Maybe it gave me some sort of pouch inside." He brushed hair back from Kurt's face, frozen in shock. "Kurt, maybe we should go to see the doctor."

"No, if they find out you're not entirely human they'll take you away from me and do horrible experiments on you, I won't let them do that," Kurt said, slowly dragging his hand across Blaine's hip to cup over his belly, caressing all over the skin. "Maybe it does feel a little swollen, but that might be because you're sick, or because you're eating much richer food since you came to me. Let's not worry until we can be sure."

"Kurt, I really think I am pregnant," Blaine insisted, catching Kurt's wrists in his hands and meeting his eyes, seeing fear and shock there. "I can't think of any other reason I would be so sick and yet so hungry at the same time, this is how my people reproduce, please just let me at least consult with a doctor about this, it's so huge."

"Blaine, for the last time, we're not having a baby!" Kurt yelled, and Blaine started. Kurt had never once raised his voice in front of him, never been angry, and seeing him like that made Blaine want to run back to the water and let the current guide him home. "You're not pregnant! You're a man, you don't have a uterus or ovaries or a vagina, and I wouldn't want you if you did! We're done talking about this!"

"I thought you loved me," Blaine whispered brokenly, dropping Kurt's hands and placing his protectively against his belly. "Will you stop loving me if we have a baby?"

"This is insane," Kurt said quietly, backing away from Blaine. "You're not pregnant. We're not going to have a baby. It's...it's impossible. Just...just leave me alone." He walked away, shoulders held high and back perfectly straight, and Blaine wrapped his arms around himself and sat on the edge of the bathtub, hands moving reverently over the curve of his stomach, imagining a baby growing within him, his and Kurt's baby.

A baby Kurt obviously didn't want.