Please note, the rating has changed from T to M. There is sexual content in this chapter.

Kurt has changed a lot since he started his hormone therapy. He's not burly and hairy or anything, but his face shape has changed. It used to look younger, softer, and now it's elegant, the sharp lines of his cheekbones and chin that no one ever mistakes for feminine anymore.

And exercise does things for his body now that Blaine hadn't even known he'd been missing. It's mostly dancing, and a little acrobatics on scaffoldings and monkey bars, but wow , the things it's done for Kurt's arms. Before, he only got thin. Now he gets strong . And Blaine lovesit.

And the kissing, oh god, the kissing has gotten so intense in the last few months. Kurt puts everything into it now, like the taste of Blaine's lips makes him forget his own name. And the sounds he makes. He squirms in Blaine's lap and moans into his mouth and jerks his hips and Blaine cannot wait to do it naked. He doesn't even care anymore what parts Kurt has or what the specifics are exactly. He just wants more. He wonders if Kurt does too.

"...Yeah, we have urges, but whatever we do, I want to make sure that you're comfortable. So Ican be comfortable." Blaine strokes Kurt's back and looks him up and down cheekily. "And besides, tearing off all of your clothes is sort of a tall order."

"Because of the layers?" Kurt asks.

"Because of the layers." Blaine leans forward, holds Kurt's face in both hands, and kisses him with a mwahsound.

Kurt smiles at that and sighs. "One day, I'll get top surgery. And then I won't have to wear quite so many layers."

"One day," Blaine agrees.

Meeting Sebastian for coffee might not have been the best idea.

"So you're a legend at Dalton."

"Well I..." Blaine blushes and tries to hide his face with his hand.

Sebastian just smirks. "Don't be modest. I was like 'I don't know who this Blaine guy is but apparently he's sex on a stick and sings like a dream. So, sucks that I missed him.'"

Blaine cannot believe what he's hearing. Did Sebastian just call him sex on a stick? Over the next half hour, Sebastian is suggestive, flirty. He licks his lips, looks Blaine up and down, calls him a charmer and a heartbreaker. He strokes his hand temptingly up and down his own thigh and holds Blaine's gaze while he does it.

Blaine can't stop thinking about the fact that Sebastian has a cock. He berates himself for it, it's juvenile and crude, and he should be used to the idea that yeah, pretty much all the guys he meets on a daily basis have cocks, no big deal. But the thing is, it is kind of a big deal, because Kurt doesn't.

"I have to go. Lacrosse practice," Sebastian says. "But, could we meet again? I could really use some more insights from you, Blaine. You know, Warbler to Warbler." He smiles in that way that makes Blaine's face heat up and his stomach flutter.

Blaine wants so badly to know what it's like to give a blowjob. He'll never have that with Kurt. But he could with Sebastian, and Sebastian seems like he might be... offering.

"Sure."

Blaine licks his lips, blushes, and watches Sebastian leave, still thinking about what it would be like to taste his cock.

On the surface, Sebastian and Kurt aren't all that different. They're both handsome, lean, well-groomed. They even have similar hairstyles. On a purely superficial level, Sebastian is what Kurt would be if he was in the right body. Sex with him would be like sex with a one hundred percent male Kurt.

Sometimes Blaine thinks about what it would be like if Kurt wasn't trans. He thinks: they probably would have at least given each other handjobs by now. He always feels ashamed of himself afterward. But he thinks about it.

Blaine leaves Scandals with Kurt and a newfound sense of purpose. The bar was full of people just like him, passionate queer people, and he'd been blown away by the realization that even in a backwater place like Lima, there are so many. He wants to spend his working life with people just like that. Closeted businessmen. Lonely drag queens. Scared teenagers with nowhere to go but a barthey have to sneak into with fake IDs. He wants to help them, build a community, bring everyone together with music and art.

He knows he's a little tipsy. Just a little. He hopes he isn't that much of a lightweight. But he doesn't think he'd feel any different sober. Everything is so exciting. He has a whole queer community around him, his future ahead of him, Kurt by his side... And the dancing was fantastic . Exhilarating and so much fun. Sebastian flirted and stared all night, and Blaine just feels so desirable.

Surely Kurt wants him as much as Sebastian does. He's his boyfriend , after all. And Blaine wants so much. He doesn't know what he wants exactly, because he wants it with Kurt and the mechanics of it are... confusing. But he wants something . He wants to unbutton Kurt's clothes and touch him everywhere. He wants to push Kurt down and fuck into his mouth, wet and hot and desperate. He wants to slide their bodies together, grind and rut until he comes in his pants. He grips Kurt with his fingers and tries to explain, because if he doesn't come soon he is going to die.

Suddenly Kurt's yelling and Blaine is frustrated and confused. He can't understand what happened to ruin this amazing evening, or why Kurt doesn't want the same things he does, or what's so wrong with just dancingwith someone else if Kurt is the one he ends up with at the end of the night. He swears under his breath at himself and Kurt and Sebastian all the way home.

Fortunately, Kurt has already forgiven him by the time Blaine apologizes. It's just a matter of making sure Blaine knows what he did wrong, and of Blaine being man enough to say how sorry he is and that he respects Kurt's desire for romance.

"I want to go to your house."

They make out and giggle, like they always do, but this time it's different. They take off their overshirts with an air of expectation and electricity around them.

Kurt says "I've been thinking about this for a while. I bought something online that..." He blushes and cuts himself off. He shyly asks Blaine to close his eyes for a minute. "Don't peak."

"I won't."

Lying on his side on the bed, Blaine listens to the sounds of Kurt taking something out of his bag, the rustling of his clothes coming off, some metal snaps, and what could be Kurt redressing. When he opens his eyes, Kurt has laid down facing him on the bed again. They join hands. "Don't laugh."

Blaine can't see anything different about what Kurt is wearing, but doesn't want to ask what it is he's not noticing. He grins and breathes out a soft chuckle nervously.

Kurt draws himself closer and kisses Blaine again, soft, then harder, touching Blaine's chest lightly. It's good, it's sogood, and Blaine breathes the feeling in for a moment and presses his legs toward Kurt's. Then he feels it: the outline of a stiff erection in Kurt's pants, pressed sideways toward his hip.

Blaine gasps. He reaches down to touch it with his hand. It feels so real. It makes him blush and remember his fantasies about Sebastian. And now he's having them about Kurt.

"Kurt, can I...?" He laughs. He wants to beg to suck Kurt's cock, and it's not even real. Ridiculous. But Kurt isn't laughing. His eyes are dark, his lips are parted, his breaths are deep and quick.

"Please," Kurt whispers.

Blaine rolls them so Kurt is on his back, and crawls backward down Kurt's body until he's eye level with the bulge in Kurt's jeans. He kisses it through the fabric. He strokes it with his hand, and god , he's so turned on just from the ideaof it.

When he's finally got Kurt's jeans open and has the thing in his mouth, he bucks his hips down and moans around it. It stretches his lips and Kurt thrusts in and out, gasping and pushing Blaine's head down with his hands.

Blaine has no idea why this is so good for Kurt, it's only a toy, it has no feeling, but god he can smellhow turned on Kurt is. He's never been this close to this part of Kurt before, and it's incredible, heady, strong. Kurt arcs his body and groans "Oh god Blaine you look so good like this -"

Blaine almost laughs because he's sweaty and out of control and he's drooling all over his chin around the thickness of Kurt's cock, how can he possibly look good right now, but then Kurt moans out loud, scrabbles at Blaine's hair and thrusts in, pushing at Blaine's throat, and before he knows what's happening Blaine is coming in his pants, wailing and rocking against the bed.

Kurt gives him only a moment to ride out the waves of his orgasm before he's pulling him up the bed for a quick, dirty kiss, then flipping him over to straddle one of his thighs. Kurt grinds down against him, gasping against Blaine's lips and snapping his hips forward and back, hard and desperate, eyes closed, fake cock pressed between them as he whimpers and bucks and tenses.

Blaine can't believe the way Kurt looks when he comes, head thrown back, body shaking, hands desperately pulling at his own hair, and still so incredibly gorgeous. His face - his new, more angular, more masculine face - is alight with passion and animal desire, and the sounds he makes are high pitched and unrestrained. Blaine loves everything about him.

It's a little... wet, afterward, and Kurt's smell is all around them, along with the sound of his panting breaths. The stiff strap-on is getting a little uncomfortable against Blaine's hip, so he rolls them onto their sides again and wraps Kurt tight in his arms. He relaxes in Kurt's embrace feeling afterglowy and loved.

Blaine silently swears never to be ungrateful for Kurt's body again. Kurt's smile is a new one - relieved, grateful, sated - and it's just like the smile Blaine gives him in return. If this is the way sex is going to be for them, well. He could definitely get used to this.