{Kurt}

When Kurt got out of the shower after his afternoon of work, he found Jon relaxing in their room, warm and present and so much fun in bed Kurt almost didn't want to put their clothes back on to get ready for an evening out. However, the siren call of all the gorgeous make-up palettes he'd been collecting won out in the end.

There was not enough room beside the bathroom sink for Kurt to lay out his tubes and compacts of foundation, blush, eye shadow, eye liner, plus contour brushes of every shape and size; they spilled onto the side of the massive tub as well. Jon perched on the counter, freshly showered and shaved, wearing his silky robe and yoga pants, watching Kurt sort through the trays of dozens of shades of pink and taupe and a rainbow of shimmery eye colours.

Finally, Kurt found the bottle he was looking for and handed it to Jon: "Spray this on your face first."

Jon obliged, closing his eyes and wrinkling his nose as he spritzed his face. The smell of rosemary and lavender filled the room and he smiled. "Yum. I love that smell."

"More more more," Kurt waved his fingers at him. "You should feel like you made out with a rain-forest."

Laughing, Jon sprayed on another round.

"Fortunately, you are as pinky-beige as I am," Kurt said, "So some of what I use is going to work for you." He paused, a tube of foundation and sponge in his hands. "You comfy and settled in darlin'? You're gonna be here for a while." He was already studying the lines of Jon's face and picturing where he would need to shade and highlight to create a new, softer shape.

Jon tucked his legs around Kurt's hips. "Mm-hm. Do all the things to me, Kurt." His lidded look was very suggestive and Kurt chuckled.

"I believe we covered most of that already," Kurt said. "Close your eyes darlin'."

Jon laughed as he obeyed, his face twitching while Kurt dabbed him with the sponge. "You were amaaaazing," he sang softly, one hand slipping around Kurt's waist. Jon giggled, his blushing cheeks disappearing under the smooth makeup, and Kurt's mouth quirked up at the sound. "I'm so sorry--I couldn't even hang on for sixty seconds."

"Oh, ninety seconds at least," Kurt said. He bit his lip. The memory of Jon going to pieces wrapped in his body earlier this afternoon made him warm from throat to tailbone. He was going to treasure Jon's first time forever--perfectly imperfect. He'd never seen Jon lose himself so completely in the pleasure of being with him. "You more than made up for it, love."

"What do people do to last longer?" Jon sounded perplexed. "I can't even."

"I have no idea," Kurt said. "Never been my strong suit either."

Jon opened his eyes a crack, smiling, the hazel colour of his irises very bright against the pale mask of base skin-tone Kurt had applied. "That makes me feel a little better," Jon said. He settled back, closing his eyes again while Kurt dusted him with setting powder. "I guess I just need more practice," Jon said thoughtfully. "You on my lap could be my new favourite thing."

"Worth the wait?" Kurt teased.

Jon's throat moved and his hand came up, touching Kurt's chest without saying a word. The answer was written all over his face as he met Kurt's eyes--a tender, exposed expression Kurt never saw him wear for anyone else.

Kurt's lips curled in a smile back. "Good. Me too, love." Humming under his breath, he picked out contour shades from another gorgeous new palette while Jon's legs hugged his hips. He felt warm and elastic, like there was all the time in the world and he was up for anything with Jon.

"Sad day for gays everywhere when Kurt Visser took down his shingle," Jon said lightly. "I'll bet there were 'top subs' shedding tears across the interwebs."

Kurt snorted at this image, but his heart warmed to hear that Jon thought he was special. "Not sad for me," Kurt said.

"Happy day for Jon and Kurt." Jon made a little sing-song of the words and Kurt chuckled. It was like Jon was high on all the time off he had right now; Kurt found it hilarious and adorable.

Jon wrinkled his nose under the tickly touch of Kurt's brush. "What're you doing now? Can I look yet?"

"No wrinkling," Kurt said, tapping Jon's nose with his brush. "No peeking 'til I say."

Jon obeyed, sitting up a little straighter. "You're very bossy when you do make up," he remarked. "This is an intriguing new side to you."

"Well I know what I like," Kurt said. "And what will be good for you."

"Oh, I very much believe you now," Jon said solemnly and Kurt laughed.

There was a rap on the open door and Cary leaned in, eyes widening as he took in the make-up palettes and bottles covering every surface in the bathroom. "Uhh wow," Cary said. "I thought I had a lot of paints and pens. Kurt, this is next-level."

Jon waved him away. "You're distracting my make-up artist and I need him to make me all beautiful for tonight. Shoo! Use the washroom downstairs!"

Cary huffed a laugh. "Channelling your inner diva I see. Good sign. You gays need supper before you go?"

Kurt flashed him a grin. "You volunteering to cook? I'll never say no."

"I'll whip something up," Cary said, and clomped down the stairs.

"Possibly I'm in love with that man," Kurt said in a soft, lilting voice, brushing concealer under Jon's eyes. "In the most platonic way this gay is capable of."

"Possibly--me too," Jon said in the same lilting voice. "Cary is the bromance of my life."

Kurt laughed.

"How did it work for you dating girls back in the day?" Jon asked. "I assume you weren't a virgin in high school."

"Oh fuck," Kurt said. "That's an embarrassing chapter in my history. Hm, I was a virgin a lot longer than anyone would've guessed in high school. I loved hanging out in my girlfriend's bedroom because I could go through her closet and check out her make-up collection. I was probably the only boy who didn't want his girlfriend to take off her clothes in her bedroom--I wanted to try them on."

Jon made a noise that was part laughter, part sympathy. "Has that always been a thing for you?" he asked. "Wanting to wear feminine things?"

Kurt's lips curled in a smile at the memory of silky fabric sliding over his little boy arms. "Yes. Grandma Visser let me dress up in her gloves and pearls and lingerie."

"Ack!" Jon laughed.

"I just thought they were her princess dresses," Kurt said innocently. "Grandpa always said she was his queen."

Jon was laughing so hard Kurt was afraid his nose was going to smudge off. When he finally recovered, Jon waved his fingers at his eyes to dry them again. "Is that where you first learned to do make up?" Jon asked.

"Mm-hmm. Grandma would let me do her face, and then I would do my face." Kurt was quiet a few moments, blending Jon's firm jawline with shadowy blush to soften and round it, remembering the tissue-soft feel of his grandmother's skin.

"She was the reigning queen of the smoky eye and matte lip," Kurt said. "Of course, she taught me how to wipe it all off clean after and we told no one. I think it was just fun for her--she never made anything of it. Even though--god, I was still playing with her make-up when I was thirteen, fourteen. She would just admire my winged eyeliner and call me her 'artsy' grandchild. Like there was nothing queer and wrong about boys in make up."

"She was right about the second part," Jon murmured.

Kurt snorted a laugh. "Too true." He glanced at himself in the mirror--at the firm shape of his own jaw and the bump of the Adam's apple below the neat line of his beard. This was as masc. as he'd ever voluntarily looked, and the beard was definitely coming off first thing tomorrow. "I've always felt like both. Like I have masculine and feminine inside me." He narrowed his eyes in a small smile at his reflection as if to say--I still see you there, beautiful.

Jon took a breath. "Oh." He opened his eyes, bright with a smile. "Yeah, I see that in you too. It's always made you so interesting to me. But...you don't do drag anymore? That's not about me, is it?" Worry creased Jon's forehead.

"Don't wrinkle," Kurt said softly, smoothing Jon's forehead with his thumb. "No that's not about you." He pushed Jon's hair back from his face, studying his work so far. His partner's eyebrows lifted above his closed eyelids, like he knew Kurt was looking at him, and Kurt sorted through his brow colours to find one that blended Jon's natural colour and the honey-blonde colour of the wig he'd pin on later.

"I like what I do now," Kurt said slowly. "Drag is very...ultra-femme and I like to be both. And it was something I did with Nicky, to hide or for a performance." He made a small face. "I quit when we broke up. I kept the parts I love--you know, the heels and sparkle and eyeliner and blended it with the parts of me that are more masculine that I love too."

With the eyebrows filled in, arched and gleaming, the face of Jon's drag alter-ego was starting to emerge, gorgeous and strange. Kurt clucked his tongue. "God, some of those old queens have as many rules about drag as my dad did for me in high school. That's just triggering as shit for this queer. He'd be gettin' on my case about my shirts being too tight or V-necked or whatever he thought was too pretty for boys. Usually exactly the things I loved the most." Kurt rolled his eyes.

Jon's eyes half opened, and he reached up to tuck a piece of Kurt's hair behind his ear. "Your long hair."

That one still stung. "God I loved my long hair," Kurt said.

"Broke my heart a little when I saw you cut it off," Jon said. "You looked like such a 'dude bro' with a buzz cut."

Ducking his head, Kurt dipped his brush in the pearlescent highlighter powder. "Well that was the point, wasn't it," he drawled quietly. "They chopped it off to straighten out their girly son."

Jon's teeth snapped and he made a growling noise in his throat. Kurt cupped a hand around Jon's jaw, steadying himself by focusing on the beautiful cheek he was making.

"Did they know?" Jon asked, his voice a little rough. "Were you out to them?"

Kurt laughed sharply. "Oh hell no. I was plannin' on finishing Uni and getting the fuck outta Dodge before they ever found out I was getting hard-ons for guys. My dad just had a fucking specific way you could be a man and I wasn't it." Kurt sighed, clicking the compact closed and laying it aside. "At all."

Jon's eyes were open, soft and familiar in the midst of his new face. "I'm sorry, love," he said. "I'm sad that happened to you."

Kurt lifted his shoulders, shoving himself through those feelings. He really had better things to think about right now than that old shit. "Turns out a buzz cut makes wearin' wigs a breeze. So there was a silver lining Pa Klassen never knew about 'til the very end."

Kurt waved his make-up brush like a wand to dispel the disapproving spirits of his family. "Fuck him, you know? This is me and I love me now. Pa Klassen doesn't know shit about what's good for Kurt. I think he liked me better getting wasted with my football dude bros than sober and making music like a--"

Swiftly, Jon's fingers covered Kurt's mouth. "You're hurting my feelings," Jon said.

Kurt blew an irreverent raspberry against Jon's hand. "A faggoty, feminine queer," he finished, with a cocky grin. "Jon darlin', those words can't hurt my feelings anymore. Kurt is very girly and very gay and thank God I can just say that now and wear whatever I please any day of the week. I'm living my best life--no fucking regrets."

Jon's face lifted in an answering smile. "Amen and amen," he said, raising his hands like Kurt was leading worship in church.

Chuckling, Kurt dug through his personal make up bag. "Let me find your eyeliner, darlin'. Hold still or you'll have raccoon eyes."

Jon took a breath and held it, sitting upright and motionless while Kurt delicately lined his eyes, one pinky touching Jon's skin to steady his hand. "We'll do up your lips after a bite to eat," Kurt said, flicking a last wing on the corner of Jon's eyelid. The smell of cheese and garlic had been wafting up from the kitchen for the last thirty minutes. "Can't dance on an empty stomach."

Kurt stood back to admire Jon's face. God, his man was gorgeous every which way. "Well hello Honey Angel, you beautiful creature," he drawled. "You can look now."

Jon twisted to check himself out in the mirror, his mouth dropping open as he turned his smooth, flawless face from side to side. Not a freckle was to be seen on his high, dramatic cheekbones. His eyes looked enormous, nearly gold in the smoky plum and bronze eye-shadow.

"Holy shit, Kurt," Jon breathed. He put a hand under his soft, feminine chin, fluttering his eyelashes at his reflection. "I am a bombshell."

Kurt laughed, delighted by this response. "Wait wait wait, we still have rhinestones and lashes. Let me just find my spirit gum."

Jon blinked back at him, his hand-painted, honey-coloured eyebrows lifted in wonder. "Whatever you say, darlin'," Jon said. "You're clearly the expert in the room."

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*Just for fun here's a gorgeous transformation video by Morphine Love (contains adult language). See you on the weekend, lovelies!*

*Just for fun here's a gorgeous transformation video by Morphine Love (contains adult language). See you on the weekend, lovelies!*