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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.

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It wasn't too difficult for Kurt to remember he had a girl's body now. The morning was always the worst, of course, waking up to realize he'd lost one thing and gained a few others--but in terms of mannerisms, he didn't find it impossible to adjust. Being around Blaine, though, was difficult; Kurt had never been particularly secure about his appearance, and now it was even worse. He held his bathrobe closed self-consciously as he followed Blaine into the room and lingered next to the bed.

"That sounds nice," he said softly, in his new voice, which was only a tiny bit higher than his normal one. He didn't climb on the bed just yet. They'd shared one together since it had happened, but they hadn't done anything sexual yet, and Kurt was scared to initiate anything.

Blaine patted the bed beside him to offer it to Kurt. "What are you in the mood for?" he asked, looking over the desert menu first. He was after all always the victim of his sweet tooth.

"The food here is supposed to be amazing, and we both need to eat," he said gently. He looked up at Kurt, focusing his face and eyes, the pieces of him that hadn't been changed as much.

"Um..." Kurt hesitated. His problems with food hadn't completely gone away, but the support group had helped a little bit--along with Blaine's steadfast love and support, of course. He settled on something easy to digest. "Pancakes?"

He offered a little smile; he wanted Blaine to know that he was enjoying himself, despite his awkwardness in his own skin.

"Pancakes," he said, picturing maple syrup in his mind. He reached for the phone to order them up.

Kurt giggled and finally climbed onto the bed, curling up into a ball. His body felt so strange--so unlike what he was used to--and his first instinct was to hide it. It had been that way when he was younger too, when he'd cover himself in layer after layer, trying to disappear.

"Can you get some orange juice too?" he asked meekly. Anything to keep things from lapsing into awkward silence.

"Anything you want," Blaine said softly as he watched Kurt. Once the phone was picked up though, he focused on the menu to see if there was anything else that he wanted.

Once everything was ordered he moved to bed and lowered himself next to Kurt. When his arm wrapped around Kurt it still didn't fit as nicely as it used to when Kurt was male, but it was strong and comforting. "It will be up here in 20 minutes."

Blaine's arm was so warm and inviting, and Kurt couldn't resist curling up against his boyfriend's chest. It was strange; Blaine felt so big now. It was sort of nice, to feel small, to tuck himself neatly in the circle of Blaine's arms.

The breasts were a different story. They pressed up against Blaine and Kurt blushed, feeling awkward again. "Um-- Is this all right?"

Blaine purposely ignored the feeling of the breasts, of anything that wasn't his mental image of Kurt's body. "Of course it is. I love you," he reassured them both.

"I love you too," whispered Kurt. "But you don't have to pretend. I know you aren't... I mean, I'd be worried if you were attracted to me. Like this."

He let out an awkward, quickly stifled laugh.

Blaine sighed after a moment and then pulled back a bit to get a good look at Kurt. His hand was still around Kurt's body.

"I'm not, not sexually any way. I still love you. I still want you to be happy and content, but we don't have to do anything else this weekend, okay?"

Kurt nodded, but felt somewhat sick. For some reason Blaine's words made him feel even more unpleasant and awkward, and he slowly pulled away from his boyfriend and curled back into a ball.

"What if I'm like this forever, Blaine?" he said softly. "What then?"

"You aren't going to be," Blaine said, thinking that he was comforting Kurt. "It's just something the Core did. You'll change back."

"You don't know that for sure," said Kurt softly. "And regardless, I wanted us to have a special weekend together. And now I'm just...awkward and weird and you aren't attracted to me..."

He buried his face in his knees, ignoring the way his new long hair flopped over his shoulders as he did so.

Blaine touched Kurt's back, not sure what to say. He just seemed to be making Kurt more and more upset.