Blaine leaves quickly, and there’s a moment of silence as he wraps up in a towel before he exits the room.� Kurt, once again, is left alone with his thoughts and the swirling steam.� He carefully avoids the water (thankfully, the shower is a decent size, so this isn’t particularly hard); as long as he doesn’t step forward, he won’t end up in the stream.

�

It would be a lie to say he doesn’t consider it, however.

�

Just one small step forward and he could avoid the embarrassment of Blaine seeing him change.� He’s never watched himself transform – but he can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight.� His body undergoes some pretty major changes.

�

But he doesn’t.� Because he promised Blaine.

�

Blaine – who has been so above and beyond wonderful that Kurt can’t even wrap his mind around it.� Blaine – who still loves him with every fiber of his being.� Blaine – who deserves to know the truth, and all of it, even if it is ugly.

�

During this whole outing of the truth, Kurt has thought multiple times that this, surely this moment, would be the final straw for Blaine.� Thus far, he’s remained unwavering – but the dark little voice inside Kurt’s head screams at him that this moment, seeing him change and be between genders, will be the breaking point.

�

And despite his faith in Blaine, and his faith in the two of them, he can’t help but wonder if that’s true.

�

Conveniently (or perhaps inconveniently), Blaine comes back then.� Kurt hears him slip quietly into the room, but all other sounds are masked by the still-cascading water.� That is, until the shower curtain pulls back, the hooks scraping against the curved, metal rod.

�

Blaine steps immediately back into the water, setting a small bottle on the ledge beside him.� Kurt’s eyes dart over to the bottle, and he swallows, suddenly anxious.� Perhaps Blaine sees the fear, or perhaps he just picks up on his overall change in demeanor, because suddenly he’s wrapping Kurt back up in his arms – his shower-soaked skin sliding smoothly against Kurt’s still mostly-dry skin.

�

“What can I do?” he asks, warm air from his breath tickling the shell of Kurt’s ear.

�

“Switch places with me.”

�

He pulls back, holding Kurt at arm’s length, hands braced against his shoulders.� “Are you sure?” he asks, concern absolutely dripping from his voice.

�

Kurt nods.� “Please.� I – the longer we delay this, the more fear and doubt creeps in and the more I want to just,” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “Want to delay it more.”

�

“Okay,” Blaine says, his eyes shining.

�

And then, his hands still holding tightly to Kurt’s shoulders, he steps to the side, allowing Kurt to shuffle past – and directly into the water.

�

The transformation begins almost immediately.� His hair flattens to his head – as it always does in the shower – but the color darkens far more than just getting it wet would do.� That is the first change to complete.� From there on, it works downward.� His eyebrows drop, following below the brow bone and filling out.� Next, his eyes shrink, just slightly, and his eyelashes also shorten.� All the tiny changes that Blaine hadn’t noticed when he originally entered the bathroom, he certainly is noticing now.� Kurt’s nose widens slightly, his cheekbones settle slightly lower on his face, and his lips flatten a bit (that explains why kissing felt different, Blaine thinks).� His jaw angle changes, raising slightly.� Almost imperceptibly, his neck widens, filling out his shoulder-width just so.

�

Then the changes begin to move down to his torso.� Kurt’s collarbones stick out a bit more and his shoulders widen, adding a bit more bulk to him.� Then comes perhaps the largest physical change – his chest flattens out again.� Blaine watches in amazement as the breasts he had just minutes ago been running his fingers down disappear, seeming to shrink back into his body, leaving the toned chest he had come to know so well in their wake.� The remainder of his torso fills out as well – that typical ‘hourglass’ figure disappears as his lower abdomen expands, the muscles becoming more defined and stronger.

�

His hips shrink, straightening the line of his body out.� Before the changes move to his lower body, Blaine notices that Kurt’s arms fill out, much more muscle definition appearing, as well as just more bulk in general.� (He realizes then that he hadn’t realized just how strong Kurt is previously.� His arms are gorgeous.)

�

The Kurt standing before him is half male, half female, and Blaine watches with awe as the changes continue.� His thighs thin out a bit, though perhaps that has more to do with the change in hip width.� Then… Kurt lets out shaky breath as his genitals begin changing.� The growth of the penis is another shocking change for Blaine to witness.� He has, of course, seen it become hard, growing in length and girth then, but this is entirely different – the organ spawning from what seems like thin air.� It lies flaccid against his right leg, and then the transformation moves down the length of the limbs.

�

His legs don’t change much, honestly.� The knees become a bit larger, his calves a bit thinner, and his feet grow a bit.

�

And then it’s done.

�

Kurt just stands there, letting the water roll down his tired body – understandably, the transformation is fatiguing.� His eyes slip shut, and his shoulders sag, and he just sighs.� He sighs because he’s tired, he sighs because he’s glad it’s over, and he sighs because it happened.� But most of all, he sighs because everything feels right again.� He’s a boy again.

�

Blaine also just stands there – though more due to shock than anything.� Slowly, he reaches out his hand, running it down the length of Kurt’s torso; his eyes then fly open, wide eyes staring back at Blaine.

�

“Say something?” he pleads.

�

He opens his mouth to reply, but a small croak is the only thing to come out.

�

“You – you can still leave if you want,” Kurt reminds him.� “I’ll understand…”

�

Still unable to quite find his voice, Blaine just shakes his head, staying firmly planted on the far side of the shower – still just an arm’s length away from Kurt.

�

Kurt watches him carefully.� “Are you – okay?”

�

This time, he nods.

�

With his tongue darting out to wet his lips, Kurt shifts nervously on his feet.� He doesn’t leave the stream, though the water is starting to cool down slowly.� He doesn’t step towards Blaine – he doesn’t want to crowd him, just in case.� Doesn’t want to push.

�

“Y-you’re scaring me, Blaine.� Please just… do something.� Anything.”

�

Blaine looks him over again, this time much more slowly, taking in every inch of skin that once again seems so new.� This is hardly the beginning of their sex lives together, hardly the first time they’ve seen each other naked, but it’s like this revelation has hit the reset button.� Everything seems so innocent, so untouched.� It wasn’t there a moment ago, and that’s enough to make it seem special now.

�

“Beautiful,” he whispers.� It’s so quiet that Kurt isn’t sure he actually hears it over the water – that it isn’t something his mind makes up – but then Blaine is leaning up, brushing his lips against his again, and he knows.

�

This is real.

�

They are real.

�

And Blaine – he isn’t going anywhere.

�

He wraps his arms around Blaine’s neck, draping them over his shoulders, and pulls him in closer, his tongue probing one again at the lips he knows like the back of his hand.� Blaine parts them quickly, welcoming Kurt into his mouth.

�

They dance around each other like that for a while before Kurt feels Blaine shift to his left, his shoulders dropping somewhat.� When he straightens up again, he pulls Kurt’s arms off him, bringing them between them both.

�

Then, he presses the small bottle of lube into Kurt’s hand.

�

His lips never leave Kurt’s; after all the time they’ve spent together, stolen moments after school or in an empty hallway or in a dark car, Blaine knows just how to kiss him to make him fall apart.� He leans in hungrily, nipping at Kurt’s lower lip.

�

Kurt tries to pull back, tries to say something, but Blaine chases after his lips with a pout.� Kurt would find the desperation cute or possibly even amusing – maybe it would elicit a giggle in other circumstances – but right now, it’s endearing.� It’s like Blaine can’t get enough of him now that he has him back.� He doesn’t want to miss a single moment, a single breath or gasp or groan.

�

He had thought Kurt was hurt.� And then he had thought Kurt was scared of him.� That he wanted him to leave.

�

He thought he had lost him, and now that he knows everything (the secret, that neither of them are going anywhere, that they’re still them), he just needs all of Kurt.� So he pulls away, releases Kurt’s mouth with quite moan, and turns around.� Arms braced on the wall, he spreads his legs, offering himself up.

�

“Wait!” Kurt says suddenly.� Blaine freezes, blinking nervously, until he speaks again.� “Switch places with me again.� The water’s starting to cool down, and I don’t want to… to, uhm…”

�

But Blaine doesn’t wait for him to say it.� He just turns back around and nods, placing a kiss to Kurt’s temple, and switches places with him, standing in the still warm, yet steadily cooling, shower stream.�

�

Kurt brings his hands to Blaine’s shoulders, running lightly down his arms until he hits his waist.� Then, grabbing onto him for a moment longer than truly necessary, he spins Blaine around until they’re back to front.� Taking advantage of the new position, he hooks his chin over Blaine’s shoulder, kissing down the length of his jaw.� Getting the hint, Blaine turns his head, craning as far up as possible until their lips meet once again, tangled in a messy and desperate kiss.� The angle is awkward – slightly too far a reach for both of them – but it’s worth it.

�

Kurt pulls back, breathing harshly against his mouth.� “How do you want-“

�

With a groan, Blaine cuts him off, pushing back into Kurt’s body and grinding against him.� “No time.� S-start with two.”

�

“Okay, okay.� Shhh.� I’ve got you,” he sighs.

�

There’s a quiet pop, the lube opening, and Blaine can hear Kurt slicking up his fingers.� The cool digits slide over his ass, down into the cleft.� Then Kurt swirls the tip of his finger around the tight ring of muscle, causing Blaine to pull in a harsh breath through his teeth.

�

“Stop teasing,” he hisses, already sounding strained.

�

With a breathless chuckle, Kurt pushes the two fingers in until the first knuckle.� He freezes, letting Blaine adjust to the intrusion.

�

“Okay?” he asks.

�

Blaine braces his hands on the wall in front of him again, water cascading down his chest.� He gives a jerky nod and swallows, pushing back onto the fingers until Kurt’s palm is flat against the curve of his ass.

�

Languidly, Kurt begins pumping his fingers in and out.� He drags them slowly, almost torturously so, until just the very tips of them are still in Blaine.� And then, with sudden force, he pushes back in, crooking them up just slightly.� Blaine yelps and crashes his forehead against his upper arm, arching his back in an attempt to push as far backwards as he can.

�

Everything reaches a boiling point soon after that.� Kurt adds a third finger, purposefully hitting his prostate on every drag until Blaine is pawing helplessly at the wall, rambling incoherently about need and want and love and please oh god please Kurt.

�

Then he withdraws his hand, and Blaine is almost in tears, he’s so turned on.� The tiny click of the bottle sounds over the water once again, and Kurt hisses as the cold liquid pours over his cock.� The skin almost burns, aching desire overwhelming him.� It doesn’t take long for him to slick himself up (wiping the excess lube on his hand onto Blaine), and within a minute or so, he’s brushing the head against his entrance.

�

“Ready?” he asks, his voice wavering a bit.

�

The babbling begins again, Blaine tripping and stumbling face first into a pool of jumbled words and emotions.� “So ready, oh God, Kurt… please, please just stop teasing me and do it already – I need you.”

�

With no further warning, Kurt pushes inside, stopping when the head is fully inside to let Blaine adjust.� He hisses in pain, following it up with deep, gasping breaths, trying to relax himself enough to let Kurt slip in further.

�

“Okay?” Kurt asks.� He vaguely thinks it would be amusing that he’s speaking only in one-word questions, but even gritting those out is hard when he’s completely surrounded by Blaine.� Nothing stands between them now, just slick skin against skin, engulfing him in smothering, perfect, wonderful heat.� He squeezes his eyes shut as tears threaten to fall.� Being inside Blaine is always amazing.� That’s nothing new.� But what is new is the amazement he feels.

�

Because Blaine – beautiful, caring, incredible Blaine – loves him this much, trusts him this much to let him in bare.� To give his entire self to Kurt, even after everything he’s learned tonight.

�

“Yeah.� Good.� Just – move.� Please,” he says, still wincing.

�

Kurt pushes in slowly, hesitantly, as he watches Blaine’s face scrunch up in pain.

�

The drag burns.� Kurt prepped him, of course, but they’re both so desperate, so rushed on time now that the water is cooling quickly, that things progressed much quicker than they normally would have.

�

When Kurt bottoms out, Blaine lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.� “Hold on – just… just for a second.”

�

And of course, he freezes.� He freezes, even though his thighs shake dangerously with the force it takes to hold himself back (God, he wants to shove in so bad – wants to make Blaine scream for him, no matter who may be just a few thin walls away).� But he stays there – standing still, his hips pressed tightly against Blaine’s ass – until Blaine gives him a single nod.

�

He feels Blaine relax beneath him, feels his stomach unclench and his back slump.� Everything is suddenly looser (somehow, though he still feels impossibly tight), which is Kurt’s cue that it’s okay to move again.� Gripping Blaine’s hips tightly, he pulls back until just the very head of his cock is still in him before thrusting forward.