Mike Chang's house had been easy to find, and Blaine had arrived at the pre-arranged time. It was right after school, a few days after that first phone call. Before dinner was the best time for privacy, it turned out. Blaine followed Mike upstairs. Once inside the bedroom, Mike sat on the bed and gestured for Blaine to do the same.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" His tone was friendly, relaxed.

"Ok, here's the thing." Blaine made sure to maintain eye contact for this part. "And don't think I'm judging, because I'm really really not."

Mike's expression fell. He looked suddenly worried.

"Tina talks to Kurt about your love life."

Mike gasped. "You don't mean -" His eyes widened comically. "You mean you know about...?" He brought both hands up to cover his eyes, and gripped his hair with his fingers. "Shit. Shit."

"No, listen." Blaine started to reach out to touch his shoulder, but brought his hand back before he connected. "It's really ok. You don't have to be embarrassed, or -"

"Who else knows?" Mike lowered his hands, leaving his hair in slight disarray, and was frantically searching Blaine's face for any sign of just how humiliated he should feel.

"No one! As far as I know. I mean I haven't told anyone, and Kurt wouldn't..."

"He told you."

"No, I was just in the room, at the time, when he and Tina were talking about it. She made us promise to keep it a secret. I think it's ok."

"I can't believe this."

"I'm sorry. I really didn't come here to embarrass you."

Mike took a deep breath, and tried to smooth his hair down. "We are both talking about the same thing right? Just... so I know."

"I don't know all the details. Basically all I got out of that conversation is that you at some point have worn a corset and stockings -"

"Fuck -"

"And I think that's pretty fantastic. Honestly I can't stop thinking about it. And I just thought, if you were ok with it, I wanted to talk about it. You know. Figure things out, or something."

Mike's face was tight with tension. He swallowed hard. "You're serious."

Blaine nodded, wide-eyed. "Yes. I really have a lot of respect for you, for being brave enough to experiment with your gender, especially as a straight male. And to include your girlfriend and everything..."

Mike barked out a laugh. "That was an accident. She wasn't supposed to find out."

"Oh." Blaine said. "Well. All the same."

Mike looked him over for a moment. Then he sighed and shook his head. "I can't believe we're talking about this."

"What do you mean? You've talked about it before, haven't you? You've talked to Tina, right?"

"No. No, she just - walked in on me, the other day, and made me take it off, and she hasn't asked about it since then. And I sure haven't brought it up."

"She made you take it off? Why?"

"Well, the -" Mike cleared his throat. "The corset. She said she didn't want me to be covered up. She said she wanted to see my abs."

"That sucks. You're doing something that sexy, and the person you're dating walks in, and she won't even humor you a little bit?"

"Well, she let me leave on the... the..." He cringed.

"Stockings?"

Mike blushed hard, and struggled to meet Blaine's eyes.

Blaine blinked. He took a deep, slow breath. "Wow."

"What?"

Blaine looked excited. "Did you actually have sex while you were wearing them? Was it amazing?"

"Um." Mike laughed disbelievingly. "You um. You think it sounds amazing?"

"It's... God. It sounds incredible."

"I wouldn't go as far as incredible. I mean. It was hot. Obviously. But... I mean it could have been so much better."

"You mean because she made you take your corset off?"

"Yeah, that, and how she kept calling me Mike and everything. It was distracting."

Blaine tilted his head, eyes crinkling with half a smile. "So... you're not just you in different clothes, when you're dressed up. You're someone else."

"No, no, I mean I'm not a tranny or anything -"

Blaine cut him off, suddenly serious. "Ok, hang on a second. You seem like a really good guy, so you should know the word 'tranny' is kind of derogatory. It's usually considered a slur."

"Oh. It is?" Mike shook his head. "I don't mean it like a bad thing. I just mean I'm not..."

"Transgendered."

"Yeah. I'm not a woman trapped in a man's body or anything like that. It's just because it's hot."

"I believe you."

"I don't know why it is. I don't think about that stuff at any other time. When I'm not, you know -" He coughed. "It's just that it's so hot, thinking about how girls do it, and if I was one, then..."

Blaine licked his lips. "I understand. I'm not judging you."

Mike paused, mouth still open slightly, like he wasn't finished he closed it, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Thanks."

"Are you ok?"

Mike nodded again, slowly, pensively. "Man, it actually feels really good to talk about it. This is like, a huge relief."

Blaine smiled. "You really have nothing to be ashamed of. I don't think less of you."

"Yeah. I think I'm getting that. Like, someone knows, and it's... kind of ok."

"It's definitely ok."

"Do you think maybe...?" Mike paused, blushing.

"Maybe what?" Blaine smiled reassuringly.

"If talking about it makes me feel better, maybe, other stuff will make me feel better. Sharing other stuff."

"Like other fetishes?"

"No, the same one. Just. Maybe if you actually saw, and still didn't freak out..."

Blaine froze. He kept his voice neutral, like that wasn't the hottest idea he had ever heard. "Sure. I would be ok with seeing it."

"I mean I just kind of thought, I think it would be cool to just, like, wear it in front of somebody and have the world not end. Just like. Hang out, sort of."

Blaine nodded, a little too quickly. "To get more comfortable in it. To feel less ashamed."

"Would that be ok?"

"Of course."

"Yeah." Mike closed his eyes. He sighed and reached his hand up to rub the back of his neck. "Ok. Yeah. Let's do this."

"Ok, you can come back in."

Blaine took a deep breath. He'd been standing in the hallway, trying not to get too visibly turned on, thinking about Mike taking off his clothes just on the other side of the door, thinking about Mike's lean, graceful body adorned in lace and satin. He tried and failed to think about something else, anything unsexy. Another deep breath. He opened the door.

"Oh my god..."

Mike was standing in the middle of the room, in a corset, stockings with garters, long black fingerless opera gloves, fucking heels... His legs looked incredible. Long, strong, smooth under the nylon of the stockings. The shape of his feet where they disappeared into the black high-heeled shoes, and his toes where they peeked out at the end.

Blaine drew his eyes up over Mike's body, and openly gazed at the shiny black underwear, the way it bulged at the front with the evidence of Mike's arousal. At the shape of the corset, where it dipped in at his waist, then widened over his ribs. The long strip of skin up the center of his torso, the narrow view of just a glimpse of his muscles, decorated by the corset's laces all the way up.

"Look at you..." Blaine stepped forward as if compelled by some outside force, as if he wasn't in control of himself. He reached out, his hand inching toward the shiny black material cinching Mike's waist. "Can I touch -?"

Mike took a step back. "I'm not gay."

"Oh, no, no, of course not. I didn't mean -" Blaine held his hands out in a placating gesture. He looked up, finally, and took in Mike's wary but unoffended expression. "I just meant... How does it feel?"

Mike regarded Blaine thoughtfully, then looked down at himself. "It feels..." He smoothed his hands over the corset laces at his stomach, then the faux leather covering his sides. "Well. This, the corset, feels... tight. You can't take a deep breath. It's... kind of a rush."

Blaine stood perfectly still, feeling his heartbeat thudding in his throat. He didn't want to do or say anything that would stop Mike from talking, now that he'd started.

"And I kind of wish it was regular cloth, something that breathes. It gets kind of... sweaty." Mike laughed. "It really does feel stupidly good to talk about this." His hands drifted down to the garters at his hips, down to the elastic of the stockings on his thighs. He fidgeted with them and pulled the material a little. "And these feel really... I don't know how to explain it. You can feel them moving around when you walk. They constantly remind you they're there."

Mike stepped over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, knees together, angled toward Blaine. Sitting seemed to make him feel a lot more at ease with everything, and his expression, his posture, everything, got more relaxed. Blaine moved to sit beside him on the bed, his gaze never wavering from Mike's body.

"And the -" Mike only hesitated for a moment. "Panties. They feel really..." He paused, considering. "Well... They feel like this." He reached over and stroked Blaine's forearm, back and forth, with his gloved hand.

"Oh my god..." Blaine closed his eyes and inhaled a quick, surprised breath. The glove was so smooth, so soft and satiny. "That's... It feels like that on your -?" Cock. He cut himself off before he said it out loud. "Your gloves are so, oh wow, do you wear them when you touch yourself?"

Mike jerked his hand back as if he'd been burned. Blaine was about to apologize, forget it, forget I said anything, but Mike spoke before he had the chance. "Sometimes. I -" He swallowed. "It sort of depends how much effort I'm willing to go to. To wash them." He was blushing again. "You have to do it by hand."

Blaine's mind was suddenly flooded with images of Mike pleasuring himself, dressed like this, his come shooting out over the cloth of his elegant satin gloves. Sullying them with his depraved fantasies. Blaine felt breathless, dizzy.

Mike pressed the heels of his hands into the mattress at his sides, the tension showing all the way up his arms. "They're not like in Rocky Horror. They're supposed to be lace, I think. But. I think these ones feel better."

"They feel really good."

"They're the same material. As the, um."

"Panties."

Mike swallowed. "Yeah. Yes."

Blaine spoke so quietly he was almost whispering. "I like your panties."

"Oh..." Mike looked down at himself, at his lingerie-clad body. He was breathing heavier. Blaine could hear it.

"Is it ok that I said that?"

Mike's fingers curved and dug into the mattress, gripping the sheet. "Yeah."

"Your panties are really cute."

Mike's hard cock twitched, the shape of it visible through the cloth.

Blaine's chest rose and fell with the intensity of his breaths. "Is this making you wet?"

"Oh my god..." Mike's cock moved again. He brought his hands up onto his thighs, curved his fingers into fists.

"Are you thinking about touching yourself?"

Mike squeezed his eyes shut and panted.

"You can, you know. If you want to. Frig yourself."

Mike gasped loudly, then started to rub his cock through his underwear, urgently, desperately.

Blaine's own body felt like it was throbbing with the need to be touched. He clasped his hands behind his back. "Do you like that? Rubbing your clit?"

Mike slipped his hand into his underwear and made a sound like a choked off sob.

"Does that feel good?"

"Fuck. Fuck. Yes." He gripped his cock and stroked it faster, faster... The material stretched obscenely around his fist. His wrist where it disappeared into the waistband was a blur of motion.

Blaine rocked his hips uselessly, aching for friction, but kept his hands resolutely gripping each other behind his back. "Is your pussy getting wetter? Are you going to squirt in your panties, down your legs, get your stockings wet...?"

"Oh god, fuck, I can't, I'm gonna -"

"God, just look at you. You're such a pretty girl."

"Oh!" Mike came with a broken off shout, his face twisted into a grimace of mindless pleasure. He stilled his frantic stroking, squeezed his cock, bucked his hips. A few more jerky strokes, as the wetness of his come spread wider across the front of his panties.

His chest expanded with a sudden inhalation. He sat there, breathing hard, and Blaine could see that his fingers were moving lightly, squeezing a little. Mike made a long, low sound, like a drawn-out moan. "Mmmmm..."

He kept his hand wrapped around his cock as he looked up at Blaine. They were both panting. He watched Blaine squirming, rocking his hips.

"Wow," was all he said.