It had been innocent words that started it.

Kurt had spoken up while they were attempting homework in Blaine’s room. It had taken him a while, he kept opening and shutting his mouth, and squirming awkwardly until he finally took a deep breath and spoke.

“Blaine…I want to try something…” he’d said hesitantly, biting his lip. Blaine raised an eyebrow, interested. Every time Kurt had suggested something in the past, it had ended well for both of them.

“Mmm?” Blaine had asked, looking up from his book.

“Do you trust me?” Kurt had asked, looking at him in an odd way, almost…calculating.

“Why?” Blaine asked, a little concerned.

“No, do you trust me?” Kurt asked again.

“Of course.” Blaine had replied immediately, looking at him curiously.

“Good.” Kurt had replied, going back to his homework nonchalantly, almost as though he hadn’t brought anything up in the first place.

Thoroughly confused, Blaine had done the same, sneaking looks at Kurt every time he thought he could get away with it. Kurt noticed every glance, and he bit his lip to hide his smile. Blaine was definitely curious…And Kurt was definitely planning something.

^.^

Kurt had turned up on his doorstep the next afternoon, holding a bag bulging with who knew what. He pushed his way through the door past Blaine, turning to beckon him on eagerly when he was halfway up the stairs.

“Come on.” He called, disappearing up the stairs. By the time Blaine reached his room, Kurt had already pulled the chair out from his desk, placing it under the light, in easy reach of the desk, and was busily unpacking the contents of his bag. Blaine paused in the doorway, confused at the sheer amount of bottles and jars and other random tubes that Kurt was unpacking onto the desk.

“…Kurt?” Blaine asked.

“Sit.” Kurt told him, pointing at the chair. He paused in his unpacking to smile at Blaine briefly, before turning back to his bag, studying the products he’d just unpacked onto Blaine’s desk.

“What are you doing?” Blaine asked, slightly nervous.

“Skincare.” Kurt announced brightly. “To start with.” He added under his breath with a small grin.

“Okay…” Blaine agreed hesitantly, not hearing the latter part of his answer. He lowered himself into the chair, looking at the numerous containers on the desk. Kurt picked up one of them and came toward him, pulling another chair up in front of him.

“Close your eyes and try to relax.” Kurt said quietly, leaning toward him. A few different layers and tubes later and Blaine finally spoke up.

“What are you putting on my face?”

“Moisturiser, currently.” Kurt asked quietly, concentrating. Blaine relaxed into his touch as Kurt massaged the moisturiser into his face in small circles, sighing slightly.

Kurt wiped a wet cloth over Blaine’s face, wiping off the moisturiser that hadn’t sunk in and sighed.

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.” He told Blaine, smiling as Blaine opened his eyes.

“Are you finished?” Blaine asked hopefully.

“Not even close. Hold your eyes open.” Kurt ordered, leaning over him again, wielding a pencil.

Blaine’s eyes opened wide, and Kurt smiled.

“Good. Now, try not to blink.” Kurt leant over him, sighing before shifting to either side. Still not satisfied with the angle he straddled Blaine’s lap, laughing a bit when Blaine brought his hands up to hold onto his waist automatically, making sure Kurt was secure and wouldn’t fall.

Blaine held his eyes open, jerking a little when the sharp pencil practically tried to take away a layer of his lower eyelid.

“Blaine, don’t move unless you want me to stab you in the eye.” Kurt warned, holding Blaine’s eye open with gentle fingers, biting his lip as he concentrated on applying the eyeliner. Blaine practically squinted, trying not to wince and whine when Kurt kept going over a tender part. How did girls do it?

When Kurt was satisfied it was dark enough, on both the top and bottom eyelid, he swapped to the other eye.

“Alright, look at me.” Kurt commanded. Blaine blinked, his eyes watering slightly as he looked up at Kurt. He studied his work, turning Blaine’s face from side to side, fixing up sections on either side, and darkening the liner on both eyes until he was satisfied.

Pushing at Blaine’s arms, he climbed back off of his lap, setting the eyeliner pencil down and picking up another container and – Blaine squinted – Was that a …brush?

“Close your eyes again.”

Kurt hummed to himself quietly as he smudged the eye shadow around the edges of Blaine’s eyes. Blaine sighed and squirmed slightly in the chair, not used to sitting still for so long, especially when he was confused about what Kurt was doing. Pausing to study what he’d done, Kurt blew on Blaine’s face gently, getting rid of the excess eye makeup. Blaine flinched when it hit his face, not expecting it.

Nodding to himself, Kurt went and picked up the last thing he was planning to use – mascara.

Blaine tracked his movement across the room with his eyes still shut, frowning. He’d worked out Kurt was putting make up on him a while ago, but he was still confused about why he was doing it… He couldn’t get it to make sense.

“Last bit.” Kurt said happily, walking back towards Blaine. He hesitated, before settling on his lap again. “Open your eyes and look up to the ceiling.” He instructed as Blaine grabbed his hips again.

Ten minutes later and Kurt was finished to his satisfaction. He put the mascara back and turned around to look at Blaine, his breath catching in his throat.

The eyeliner was making his eyes look wider than ever, the mascara making his eyelashes look twice as long (and they were already really long), and the smoky eye shadow just set the whole thing off. Without warning, Kurt leaned forward kissed Blaine forcefully.

They were both panting when they drew back.

“Wow.” Blaine laughed breathlessly. “Can I see?”

Kurt let him up wordlessly, following him to the mirror.

Blaine’s eyes widened and he lifted up a hand to touch it, Kurt’s warning glare making the hand freeze in place, hovering over the makeup for a moment before Blaine dropped it.

“Wow.” Blaine repeated, turning to Kurt with a calculating expression. “You know, I don’t quite see the appeal of it…?” he said suggestively. Kurt smiled.

“Just wait.” He said, gathering his supplies, “I’ll be back soon.”

^.^

Ten minutes later, just when Blaine had started to get sick of waiting, Kurt came back, a little hesitant. Blaine held his face still, studying his makeup – almost exactly the same, only he’d used bronze around his eyes, rather than the black and grey he’d used on Blaine.

Blaine couldn’t help himself, kissing Kurt desperately.

“Wow.” He repeated when they pulled apart. Kurt laughed, nodding in agreement. “You look…really hot…”

An idea seemed to make Blaine pause, and he looked at Kurt.

“Erm, this isn’t your way of telling me you’re interested in either of us cross-dressing is it? Because I could understand the skirt…”

Kurt looked shocked for a second before he burst out laughing.

“That was a kilt, Blaine. And even though I personally think you’d look great in a skirt, I’m not really into cross dressing as a kink.” He told Blaine seriously. “That I know of.” He added under his breath. He paused, thoughtfully for a moment. “Yet.”

Blaine laughed and kissed him again.

A couple of minutes later, Kurt pulled back again, biting his lip as he studied Blaine’s face.

“Although, you’ve got a point.” He said absently.

Blaine’s eyes widened.

“Cross-dressing?” He asked, confused. He thought they’d just decided… No…

Kurt shook his head.

“No.” He laughed.

“Oh. Good… What point?” Blaine asked distractedly, trying to pull Kurt down for another kiss, despite how easily the other boy was resisting him, intent on studying his face. Kurt bit his lip, hesitating for a second before he spoke his mind.

“What do you feel about piercings?”