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sirenspull_logs2012-10-05 09:39 pm
mediumdrip) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-05 09:39 pm
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Who: Klaine.
When: Saturday Night of the event
Where: Some ritzy-ish hotel
Summary: The boys planned on getting away to before a magical vagina appeared in their lives, despite everything Rule 63 won't stop them.
Warnings: Straight-ish sex things, gender issues, body dysphoria, general Rule 63 weirdness.
The spa had not been as relaxing as he had hoped. Before Kurt's body had changed, Blaine had envisioned watching him run around in a cozy bathrobe. There had been a bit of a fantasy that after the facials but after the massages they'd have a moment where they could sneak some time alone. Blaine knew better than to hope for anything remotely public, not with Kurt's body still in such bad shape, but in his head there was going to be a moment that was romantic and sweet.
Once they were there though, Blaine spent most of his time wondering if it had been the right thing. Kurt had always been slightly feminine in his build and movements, but this version of him was even softer, rounder, there weird moments when he'd touch Kurt's hips and feel too much of a curve. He didn't like it and made him feel vaguely unsettled. There was just something wrong no matter how much he repeated over and over that this was Kurt.
He tried to hide it, of course, like he hid most things that bothered him. He didn't want Kurt to feel guilty and ashamed of something he had no control over. He didn't want Kurt to worry too much about anything. This was supposed to be fun and romantic.
He got back into their hotel room, which was lovely, and sat down on the bed. "Did you want to order room service?" he asked his boyfriend (still his boyfriend, always his boyfriend) as he reached for the menu by the phone.
When: Saturday Night of the event
Where: Some ritzy-ish hotel
Summary: The boys planned on getting away to before a magical vagina appeared in their lives, despite everything Rule 63 won't stop them.
Warnings: Straight-ish sex things, gender issues, body dysphoria, general Rule 63 weirdness.
The spa had not been as relaxing as he had hoped. Before Kurt's body had changed, Blaine had envisioned watching him run around in a cozy bathrobe. There had been a bit of a fantasy that after the facials but after the massages they'd have a moment where they could sneak some time alone. Blaine knew better than to hope for anything remotely public, not with Kurt's body still in such bad shape, but in his head there was going to be a moment that was romantic and sweet.
Once they were there though, Blaine spent most of his time wondering if it had been the right thing. Kurt had always been slightly feminine in his build and movements, but this version of him was even softer, rounder, there weird moments when he'd touch Kurt's hips and feel too much of a curve. He didn't like it and made him feel vaguely unsettled. There was just something wrong no matter how much he repeated over and over that this was Kurt.
He tried to hide it, of course, like he hid most things that bothered him. He didn't want Kurt to feel guilty and ashamed of something he had no control over. He didn't want Kurt to worry too much about anything. This was supposed to be fun and romantic.
He got back into their hotel room, which was lovely, and sat down on the bed. "Did you want to order room service?" he asked his boyfriend (still his boyfriend, always his boyfriend) as he reached for the menu by the phone.