He walks over to the sink, staring at himself in the above mirror.

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You can do this, Kurt thinks.� He loves you.� He’s not going to leave you.� He already knows, and he’s still here.� He wants this.

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I want this, he realizes.� I want someone to know.� I don’t want to keep secrets from him anymore.� This is it.� He’ll know everything.� There’s no turning back after this.

�

With one final deep breath, Kurt turns away from the mirror, crossing the small room in a few quick strides.� He stands outside the shower for another few seconds, just to psych himself up, before pulling back the curtain and sliding in behind Blaine, who has obediently stayed facing the water.

�

“Hi,” he whispers, reaching his hand out to brush down the muscles in Blaine’s back.� “Thank you for looking that way.”

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Kurt can’t see him, of course, but he can tell that Blaine smiles.� He can hear it in his voice.� “Of course.� Anything to make you comfortable.”

�

“You can turn around now,” he begins, his voice wavering with nerves.� “But don’t – don’t look down.� Not yet.”

�

Slowly, and a bit awkwardly in the cramped shower, Blaine shuffles around, looking determinedly at Kurt’s face.� Before he can help himself, a hand darts out to smooth some hair back out of his face.

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“Hello, beautiful,” he says – two simple words that make Kurt’s eyes well up.� He responds in kind with a kind of choked off half-laugh, half-sob, which just makes Blaine shift in closer, until their feet are between each other’s.� “What can I do?� What do you need?”

�

“Kiss me,” Kurt begs.� “Before you see, I just – I need you to.� Please?”

�

“Always,” Blaine breathes out, before closing the distance between the two of them and capturing his lips in his own.� He slides his tongue against Kurt’s lower lip before prying them open and sliding inside, mapping out every expanse of his mouth.

�

Kurt pulls Blaine’s lower lip between his own, nipping lightly.� He feels his knees weaken, and he reaches out blindly, grabbing onto Blaine’s elbows to hold himself up.

�

They separate after a moment, breathless and panting.

�

“I’m ready,” Kurt says.

�

“You’re sure?”

�

He nods, once again letting his eyes drift shut.� “I’m sure.”

�

Blaine finally tears his eyes away from Kurt’s face and looks down, taking in the entirety of Kurt’s naked female form for the first time.

�

Blaine is really quiet at first.� He doesn’t move – he barely even blinks.� He just… looks.� His back turns red from the overly-warm water streaming down on him, but he makes no effort to move out of the stream.

�

Kurt keeps his eyes closed tightly, waiting.� Waiting for what, he isn’t sure.� For some kind of touch.� Some kind of reaction at all, perhaps.� Blaine has been so quiet about everything, and Kurt wonders if maybe this will be the thing to push him over the edge.

�

After all, Blaine was very thoroughly acquainted with his male form not that long ago.

�

Once about a minute has passed, Blaine’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he meets Kurt’s eyes again.

�

“Can I – I mean, can I… touch you?”

�

Kurt gives him just the slightest of nods.� It’s barely there, but it is, and the fact that Kurt trusts him this much amazes Blaine.� So slowly, gently, he reaches his hand out, first resting it on his shoulder.

�

He gives his shoulder a brief squeeze, hopefully reassuring, and begins gradually moving down.� His fingertips smooth down the line of his neck, over his pulse point, and dip into the space of his collarbone (which is now not quite so prominent).� Kurt shivers, but doesn’t pull away.

�

Blaine lets his hand drift, stopping just over the curve of Kurt’s chest and laying his hand flat – right over his heart.� He lingers there for a while, feeling his heartbeat, before moving slightly to the right, trailing over his sternum.� He swallows and looks up, meeting Kurt’s eyes one more time (he nods, yet again, and still very minutely) and then, with a deep breath, he runs his fingertips down the curve of his breast.

�

With a small gasp, Kurt’s jaw drops open, his back hitting the back wall of the shower.� Blaine withdraws his hand immediately, looking worriedly at him.

�

“Still okay?” he asks, a nervous edge to his voice.

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“Yeah,” Kurt replies breathily.� “Keep going.� I-if you want.”

�

He brings his hand back, a bit more hesitantly this time, and cups the side of his breast, feeling the weight in his hand.� With an uneasy chuckle, he says, “This is… not something I ever saw myself doing.� So if I – do something wrong, tell me, okay?� I don’t know what I’m doing here…”

�

“Me either.� I don’t – uhm, I mean, I haven’t… I don’t usually pay this form any attention, if you catch my drift.”

�

Blaine blinks, surprised.� “Really?”

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“It’s not exactly something I’m… proud of.� Turning into a girl.”

�

“But you’re beautiful,” Blaine says suddenly, and with such sincerity that Kurt feels like the breath has suddenly been knocked out of him.

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He shakes his head.� “You’re just saying that because you feel like you have to, or something.”

�

Blaine’s hands slide down, settling on his waist, and he pulls Kurt close.� They aren’t touching, not yet, but they can feel the warmth radiating off each other, which is an entirely different level of intimacy.

�

“I’m not,” he says firmly.� “I may not know much about the female body, but Kurt, you’re – God, you’re beautiful.� You’re gorgeous as yourself, and this version of you – it doesn’t lose any beauty.� You’re still you.”

�

With a smile, he grabs Kurt’s hand, wrapping them both up in his own as he had done earlier as they talked.� He brings all their intertwined hands to Kurt’s chest, setting them once again over his heart.

�

“You’re still Kurt.� This heart, your heart – my heart – is still the same.� The shell may be different, but nothing has changed.”

�

Kurt closes the distance between them, burying his face in Blaine’s neck, each of them clinging to the other for dear life.� They stay like that for a while, pressed head to toe against each other.

�

“I don’t understand,” Kurt finally says, his voice muffled and hard to hear over the still steadily pounding water.� “If I were in your position, I’d probably run screaming.”

�

Blaine twists his head, pressing a kiss into Kurt’s bright hair.� “No you wouldn’t.”

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If Kurt clings to him a bit tighter, neither mentions it.� “No, you’re right.� I wouldn’t,” he whispers.� “I love you.”

�

“I know.”

�

Pulling back slightly, just enough to look at him, Kurt pouts.� Which of course just makes Blaine laugh, a wide grin pulling across his face.

�

“I love you too.� You know that,” he says.� Then he dips down and draws Kurt plump lower lip between his own, kissing him sweetly.

�

Kurt arches his back up into the kiss, pressing him even harder against Blaine’s torso.� And consequently, Blaine steps out of the shower stream, crowding into Kurt and pushing him against the wall.� He braces his hands on either side of Kurt’s head and kisses him deeply, pausing only every now and then to breathe.

�

“This is weird,” Kurt says between kisses, tilting his head to chase after Blaine’s lips.� “Feels different.”

�

Blaine chuckles against his lips, which is also a weird, new sensation.� “Different, yeah.� That might be an understatement.”

�

“I mean kissing.� It – it feels different like this.”

�

“Mmm,” Blaine hums, agreeing.� He shifts slightly and pushes up onto the ball of his feet to kiss Kurt harder, and they both gasp, because oh, Blaine has slotted his leg between Kurt’s and he’s hard.

�

“B-Blaine?” Kurt stammers, his heart pounding in his chest.

�

Blaine is hard.� Blaine is responding to him.� Him as a girl.� It’s almost too much to process.

�

It must be overwhelming for him too, because he just groans, dropping his forehead to Kurt’s shoulder and breathing hard.

�

Kurt brings his hand to Blaine’s neck, caressing the skin there.� “Talk to me.� What – what do you need?”

�

“I don’t know,” he says, shaking his head despite the fact that he doesn’t pick it up from its resting place on Kurt.� “I don’t understand.� I’m gay.� I’m so, so gay…”

�

“This doesn’t change anything, right?� Just like you said – I’m still me.� A-and bodies can get turned on even if the person doesn’t really want to, you know, so it doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re attracted to girls too.� I – I mean, if you are, then that’s okay – we talked about that, right?� If you were bi, it’d be okay, and-“

�

Blaine brings a finger to Kurt’s lips, effectively cutting him off.� “You’re rambling,” he says, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips again.

�

Kurt exhales, sagging against Blaine, and wow, that might not have been the best idea, because he just dropped his weight onto Blaine’s thigh, and if they weren’t touching before, they certainly are now.

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Which causes Blaine’s hips to stutter upward, his erection sliding between the warm, tight muscles of Kurt’s thighs.

�

“Oh God,” Kurt all but whines.� “Let me change.� Please, Blaine, please – let me change now or we’re going to do something we’ll both regret, no matter what our bodies may be saying.”

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“I wouldn’t regret it,” Blaine groans, sliding his hips forward again, the squeeze of Kurt’s muscles incredibly tight.� “Not with you.”

�

It takes all Kurt’s focus just to breathe.� It’s alarming how good this feels – having Blaine fuck his thighs – and it’s making it hard to focus.� “I’ll file that u-under ‘things we should talk about later,’ but I’m not – I don’t want… please, Blaine, just switch places with me.”

�

Blaine takes a step backwards, slipping out from between Kurt, and it seems like he’s going to follow through with Kurt’s request.� Until he freezes, his eyes almost comically wide.

�

“What?” Kurt asks.� “Is everything okay?”

�

“We don’t… have anything in here.”

�

“What do you mean?” he asks.

�

Instead of replying, Blaine surges forward, kissing Kurt with an urgency that hadn’t been there previously.� When he pulls back, his chest heaves with every breath.� “I need you.� Inside me.”

�

Then it’s Kurt’s turn to freeze.� “After everything, y-you want-“

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“I need you.� Please,” Blaine begs.� “You – you can feel that I still want you, but I need you too.”

�

Kurt pulls him in for another heated kiss, tangling his hands up in Blaine’s sodden curls.� “Yeah.� Okay.”

�

“But we don’t have anything in here.� Your bag, our clothes, the lube – God, everything is in the other room.� I – I meant to go get everything before we got in here, but I was… sufficiently distracted,” he says.� “What do we-“

�

With a quiet giggle, Kurt says, “Rachel’s going to hate us.”

�

Blaine’s brows furrow together.� “Why are you talking about Rachel at a time like this?”

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Kurt gives him a devilish grin in reply.� “She’s been so protective over those hardwood floors all day.� Too bad they’re about to get soaked.”

�

“What-“

�

“Go get it,” he says.

�

“You – you want me to-?”

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Kurt nods, fully smirking by now.� “Go get it.� I’ll be here.”

�

Blaine groans, almost obscenely loud.� “You can’t be serious.� Kurt-“

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“The sooner you go, the sooner you’ll get back.”

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“I thought you wanted to change,” he protests, grasping feebly at some excuse.

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“I can do that while you g-“

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“No!” Blaine yells, the sound echoing off the hard tiles surrounding them.� Kurt pulls back from him, his eyebrows nearly hitting his hairline.� “I – I mean, don’t… not while I’m gone.� Please?”

�

Kurt’s gaze softens almost immediately.� “You… you want to see?”

�

Looking vaguely like a kicked puppy, Blaine nods.

�

He leans forward, brushing his lips again over Blaine’s – a touch that is so barely there and yet makes them both burn with an all-too-pleasant ache.� “Okay.� Go.� I’ll be here when you get back.� I promise.”