After spending literally an entire day with Iana, Blaine is exhausted. He's lying on his bed staring at the ceiling and trying to get a solid hold on his thoughts which, at the moment, seem bent on tearing around his head like a jaguar on speed.

Two hours after meeting Iana the previous day he had sat in the headmaster's study. Dr. Togapi had filled his parents in via speakerphone of Blaine's intent to assist in Kurt's becoming. Iana had sat in the chair beside him while his mother and father asked questions, so many questions that Kurt and he had never even thought to ask.

After his mothers' final “well, that is something, isn't it?” they had agreed to the arrangement, if only for the barest chance of it “spurring his own Aligerian chromosomes into action” - his father's words. Blaine felt a bit miffed about that part as Iana had been very clear that there had been very little evidence to the fact that being involved in another's becoming had ever been linked to causing one's becoming to happen, but Blaine would take it, whatever the reason.

He had been focused on Kurt. On being able to be the one who helped Kurt through this process and being the one that would be there instead of some stranger.

After today, though, he realizes that he still has a lot to talk to Kurt about.

Iana had been nothing but patient, answering all of his questions, no matter how strange or downright perverse they seemed. She let him inspect her own wings, how they folded up and how they folded out; the topography of them and the areas that he would have to watch for when cutting Kurt's free. She had models that were molded to look and feel like the actual skin of someone who was becoming and he practiced the movements he would have to do on Kurt, simple yet specific in that he would need to remember each of the areas in turn that needed to be checked.

She gave him tools for the procedure and a kit with towels and oils for Kurt's new wings. He had blushed when he noted that the kit also included many...other things that would prove to be useful at the time as well.

The biggest thing he had to thank Iana for, though, was her hand in his as they watched a recording of a becoming that Iana had presided over. They had needed permission from his parents for this as well so that the school could not be held liable for the content of the film. They had viewed the tape first; all two hours of it, without speaking and with Blaine's hand tightly gripping Iana's as he watched it all unfold.

The Aligerian had been male but young, not more than 15. Iana was younger, too, but still just as lovely as today. He also found out how she would have fulfilled Kurt's...desires, had she been the one assisting him.

So many straps.

Now that he knows, he's seen what will happen he's both thrilled and terrified. He knows now the weight of what he has decided to take on and all he wants is to make it as good and perfect for Kurt as he can; make his becoming an experience he will always remember.

***
Kurt

Kurt's on his bed, on his stomach. Of course. This has been his default position for the past few days but right now there is literally no other way to sit and when he's standing the pressure is so great the he feels he will rip in two.

He's really not enjoying this right now.

He has been waived off classes until two days after his becoming which, it seems, is imminent. Now there is just the waiting.

Kurt Hummel is not very good at waiting.

He's used to singing, dancing, moving...making things or becoming involved. Not sitting. Not just lying around waiting for some grand event to take place. He's usually creating the grand event. Which, he supposes, he kind of is.

He hears a knock at his door and breathes a sigh of relief. He's had reading material and movies to watch but mostly he's just wanted company. Specifically Blaine's company. He fervently hopes that it's him at the door.

“Come in,” he calls, hoping that whoever it is won't mind his rudeness as the door opens and Blaine's smiling face peeks around it. Kurt smiles back, scooting over then relaxing into the bed and waiting for Blaine to come and join him.

Blaine crosses the room, his feet bare, and climbs onto the bed next to Kurt, laying down beside him and turning his head to the right so he's looking straight into Kurt's eyes.

“Hi,” Kurt whispers, nervous and giddy at the same time. So much hangs between them right now, so much they should say, could say but someone has to say it first and he's not quite sure where to start.

“Hi,” Blaine whispers back as he leans over and softly presses his lips to Kurt's. It's seemingly innocent, warm lips pressed lightly against his own but Kurt can't help the whine that escapes his throat.

“I'm sorry,” he cringes, “I really didn't mean to do that.”

Blaine laughs low in his throat and pulls back just far enough to look back into Kurt's eyes before rubbing his nose against his boyfriend's.

“It's fine.”

“I just...it scares me, you know? I have felt like this about you...loved you...for as long as I've really known you and I don't want you to think that this is all because of my becoming, you know?”

There's pleading in Kurt's eyes as he speaks and Blaine pulls him close, his grip loose as not to disturb Kurt's back.

“Shh, stop. I know that's not it. I know, don't worry, please. There's enough to worry about without that, too. I know you lo-...that you care for me, okay. No worries.” Blaine murmurs.

“I love you. I do. So don't you worry about saying it, then.” Kurt bites back, noting Blaine's stutter over the word.

“Okay, fine. Now that we know that you love me and I love you, let's have an awkward conversation, shall we?” says Blaine as he flips himself over to stare at the ceiling, his legs brushing Kurt's as their elbows knock before he's settled and comfortable.

“More awkward than yesterday?” Kurt asks, knowing the answer.

“Ohhhhhh yes, most definitely,” Blaine chuckles and Kurt can't help but relax at the sound. Blaine has already seen all there is to see and he's still here; still ready to do this so...

“Ok, tell me about it.” he says, shoring himself up for all the knowledge Iana had to give.

“Well,” Blaine begins, “I know what I need to do and I have all the supplies we'll need in my room.” Kurt notices a blush high on his cheeks at that and lifts an eyebrow. “And Iana and I talked about you and me and, well, what we've, you know, done together um, you know...”

“Sexually.” Kurt finishes, his skin on fire as Blaine turns to look at him and he knows Blaine can see how flushed his face is. Blaine blinks and swallows, his tongue feeling much too large in his mouth as he tries to continue.

“Yes, sexually. Which, you know, isn't much and we talked about that and how I'm – and she suggested that we talk about some things just to be on the same page when things...happen. So, can we do that? Talk about some things?”

Kurt nods.

“Um, so...uh...” Blaine stammers.

“Oh, my.” Kurt drawls. “Your eloquence astounds me.”

Blaine swats him, exclaiming, “Hey!  You didn’t just spend your whole day learning about the erogenous zones of Aligerians - which is pretty much every square inch of your skin during becoming, I’ll have you know - and then watching a movie where you saw one actually happen and you didn’t think it was possible for someone to orgasm that much and-”  Blaine cuts off, realizing he’s running at the mouth.  Kurt’s eyes widen, his pupils battling his irises for dominance as he takes in Blaine’s words.

“How many times,” Kurt asks, voice a breath against Blaine’s face.

Blaine’s cock is already aching, remembering what the boy had looked like, picturing what Kurt would feel like against him, stretched and wanting.  Blaine leans over, burying his face in Kurt’s shoulder, and groans.  “How am I going to talk about this with you right now,” comes his muffled plea, “I can’t even make it through the very beginning...”

“So...how about we take care of that first...or...during?” purrs Kurt.  Blaine’s head snaps up and Kurt snickers at the comedy of it before Blaine’s kissing him, softly, slowly, lips tightly closed, and then speaking against his lips.

“What did you have in mind?” he whispers, his lips grazing Kurt’s, shooting tingling sparks down his spine.  Blaine closes his eyes and Kurt follows suit, confessing to the perceived darkness.

“I want to see you come, Blaine,” he whispers against Blaine’s lips and feels rather than sees the breath Blaine takes before his shoulder starts trembling against Kurt’s.  “I want...I want to see how you touch yourself while we talk about this.  I wish I could do more, but-”

Blaine growls against his lips and then lays back, getting comfortable before dragging his fingertips down his chest.  Kurt winces as he rearranges his body, angling slightly back so some of his weight is on his side and watches, transfixed as Blaine’s fingers stop at the hem of his shirt.

“Why are you stopping?” Kurt hisses, mindful of the need building in his own body; his cock heavy against his hip bone, pressing into the mattress.

“Patience,” Blaine replies, his smile never faltering, “I just wanted to know if you wanted me to...take this off?”

“Oh god, please yes,” comes Kurt’s breathy reply and Blaine’s sitting up, pulling at his shirt until it’s lost somewhere on the floor and Kurt’s left hand is teasing its way down his chest, tugging gently on the hair there and then sliding down his torso, pulling a groan from both boys.

“Gorgeous,” Kurt mutters, as he settles his hand at the waistband of Blaine’s jeans.  “Honestly, I don’t know how you were single all I know is that I get to have you and that is all that matters.”

Blaine clicks his tongue and laughs. “Stop it!  I was just waiting for the right pers-onnnn.”

Kurt’s hand has broken the boundaries and is slowly stoking the obvious bulge in Blaine’s jeans.  He can’t believe how physically warm Blaine’s cock is through the thick material and he wonders at how hot it would be in his...

“I asked how many?” he repeats, stroking lightly, lightly along the rigid surface of his boyfriend’s dick.

“Um, in the two hours-oh my god-” Blaine bites his lip, Kurt’s hand applying more pressure to the base of his cock and pulling his hand harshly up the side, “-ok, uhhhhm, I think it was-fuck, Kurt I just- fifteen.  Something li-iiii-ke that.  Kurt, jesus, please can I-”

“FifTEEN?” Kurt shrills as he watches Blaine reach down to unbutton his pants, making short work of the zipper and then tugging both them and his boxers down to his thighs, causing his newly-freed erection to slap back against his abdomen before sitting up to pull the offending clothing completely off, dropping it all to the floor.

Kurt stares and Blaine begins to fidget under his scrutiny, taking in a breath to speak just as Kurt’s hand coils loosely around his cock and begins to slide lightly, teasingly.

“God, I love your hands on me,” he breathes as Kurt’s fingertips trace their way up and over the head, dragging through and slicking down what’s there, making every touch hyper-focused.

“And I love touching you,” Kurt replies, eyes wide.  “So...tell me now,” he pauses and Blaine groans, his hips grinding up into Kurt’s hand, needing more.  “What is it that you wanted to ask me?”

Kurt begins to move his hand again; deliberately smooth and quick, catching Blaine off guard and making him buck up and bite off a yelp.

“I...” Blaine begins, but Kurt’s swiping at the head of his cock and tracing it down the ridge below that and fuck he cannot brain right now.  He bites his lip and arches back in the mattress, his forehead damp, tiny sounds escaping from his throat as his boyfriend - oh my god, I have a boyfriend and he is jerking me off right now fuck I have a beautiful, sexy boy in bed with me oh god - never waivers in his task, his eyes fixed on Blaine.  Blaine opens his eyes and sees Kurt, his gaze unwavering, and words spill out of his mouth.

“When...when it happens you’ll just want me to...oh Kurt.  KurtKurtKurtfeelssogood...you’ll literally beg me to fuck you and I...like that, oh fuck, like that...Kurt!”  

Kurt stops, reaching his hand to the base of Blaine’s cock and squeezing, knowing he’s terrible but reveling in it anyway.  It’s sexy, yes, watching his boyfriend come loose at the seams in front of him but even more so it is powerful, this force, and he’s heady with the feeling of unbridled control he has over the pleasure he can give Blaine.  Only me, he thinks as Blaine whimpers his protests and writhes against Kurt’s wrist.

“Shh, shh,” he coos, “Tell me more and I’ll let you, baby.” Oh my god, I just said baby, Kurt thinks, and he doesn’t even know where that came from but fuck did it go straight to his groin.

Blaine nods and Kurt lets go, biting his lip and waiting for Blaine to take over as he reaches down to push his sweatpants down and take his own cock into his hand.

He begins to fist himself, a groan tearing out into the silence between them and Blaine shudders, taking his own dick in hand before speaking.

“You’re going to want me to fuck you, and...and I need to...fuck you are so hot like that...I need to know how you want me.  So there’s no mistakes...do you...do you want me inside you or...”  Blaine groans, his orgasm biting and clawing its way into his balls and sitting right on the edge.   “...or are you...socloseKurtfucksoCLOSE...are you going to want to fuck...to fuck me?”

Kurt keens, his orgasm ripped from his toes as he pulses hot and quick into his hand and Blaine shudders out onto his stomach with a cry of “Kurt!” and the words, “You inside ME, Blaine.  You inside me.” in his ears.

Blaine shakes and stills, his muscles twitching and his brain foggy while his body lulls itself down into the sweet, soft film that is post-orgasm stillness.   He forces his eyes open and looks to Kurt where his boy is breathing quickly, his chest still rising and falling and his whole body still quaking with release.

The becoming must be so close, he thinks and he reaches out to smooth his hands over Kurt’s shuddering form, soothing and stilling him.

Kurt’s eyes blink open and Blaine’s heart clenches in his chest, his eyes taking in every inch of Kurt’s skin as he speaks.

“Yes, I can do that.  I can do that.”