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Fill: Beautifully Wrong 2d/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

'What are you doing?' Kurt asked as Blaine found the record he was looking for and pulled it from its case. 'I thought you still had to finish.'

'Yeah, well, it's Friday and it's past six.' He put the record in the player and started it, enjoying the soft crackling sound it made. 'You can't expect me to concentrate on Algebra right now.'

'No, especially not as you don't even seem to be able to tell it apart from History,' Kurt chuckled briefly. 'What was that about?'

'I told you. It's Friday,' Blaine stated simply. 'Now dance with me.'

As Blaine started to move in front of him, Kurt looked doubtfully on as though he would really rather that they had a serious conversation, but it only took a few moments before the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile at sight before him. Blaine took that as his cue to grab Kurt by the hand and soon they were dancing and laughing along to the tunes of Roxy Music.

'Hey, no, we can't stop now,' Blaine exclaimed as the record ran out and Kurt moved to sit down on the bed. Blaine scrambled to switch sides on the record. 'This is the best one.'

'You've been saying that for three songs,' Kurt pointed out as he got more comfortable on the bed.

'Okay, yes,' Blaine admitted as he replaced the needle. 'But this time it's true.' Blaine started moving again as Love is the Drug began playing. 'God, I love this record. Definitely the best new album this year.'

Kurt raised an eyebrow. 'You do realize this album has been out for, like, forty years, right? It's Roxy Music. It's hardly new. The vinyl should give you a clue.'

'Thirty-six,' Blaine corrected. 'And I meant new to me. Also, I'll have you know they still make vinyls. Thank god.'

Kurt smiled indulgently. 'My boyfriend's a Katy Perry devotee and a vinyl purist. You, honey, are truly exceptional.'

'”Devotee”,' Blaine chuckled. 'You make me sound like some kind of crazed stalker. I prefer “admirer”.'

'Like that's any better,' Kurt snorted, which prompted Blaine to stick out his tongue at him.

'Anyway, I'm not a purist. I just like them. The mechanics. The little crinkling sound. It's soothing.' Blaine paused, lost for a moment in childhood memories of a grandfather who had left behind an old turntable and his undying love of records when he passed. 'And who says it has to be one or the other? Old or new? It's not all black and white, you know.'

'Mmm,' Kurt uttered. He had settled on his stomach, propped up on his elbows, and he was watching Blaine quietly.

'What?'

'Nothing. Keep dancing. You're adorable like that.'

'I hope that's adorable as in “my cute and handsome boyfriend”,' Blaine quipped. 'And not “my stupid dorky little brother”.'

'A little of both, I'd say? Mostly the first though.' Kurt looked thoughtful for a moment. 'My cute and stupidly handsome boyfriend, who is also adorably dorky.'

'I guess I can live with that,' Blaine decided with a grin, before moving back to the turntable and starting the record over, since they had talked over most of his favorite song. He resumed his dancing, letting himself be swept away by the music and admittedly egged on a little by the way Kurt seemed to be enjoying the show, judging by the way he was watching Blaine with still darkening eyes.

Fill: Beautifully Wrong 2e/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

'God, Roxy Music makes me wanna build a time machine just so I can go back to the seventies and give Bryan Ferry a high five.'

'Do you think I'm boring?' Kurt asked out of nowhere.

'Are you crazy?' Blaine responded, taken aback by the question and with no idea where Kurt was coming from. 'You're the single most interesting kid in all of Ohio.'

'I mean like...' Kurt sat up on the bed and Blaine could tell that this was no longer idle chat. 'Sexually. I mean, we are playing it very safe by not granting our hands visas to travel south of the equator.' Kurt made an awkward gesture to show what he meant.

'I thought that's what we wanted,' Blaine managed to offer casually, while internally cursing this day and people's propensities for sex talks.

'It is. I'm just wondering, have you ever had the urge to just rip off each other's clothes and just get dirty?'

Blaine, who had been watching Kurt open-mouthed as he spoke, quickly recovered, and he was even able to answer quite truthfully, 'Well, yeah, but that's why they invented masturbation.'

'It's so hot in this room. Can we open up a window?'

Kurt was blushing slightly, and as Blaine crawled on the bed to reassure his boyfriend and talk about comfort, Blaine breathed an internal sigh of relief, because the blushing at least told him that Kurt wasn't ready to “get dirty” right now, even if he did want to talk about it. It gave Blaine time. Time to think and time to form some sort of plan that didn't end with him being alone and the word “freak” ringing in his ears.