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Kurt

"You don't know how much I've missed this," Kurt breathed, attaching his lips to Blaine's again.

Blaine moaned in response, being careful not to brush his hands over Kurt's boobs. "And I'm getting used to your perfume. I do miss your Acqua Di Gio cologne, but I can get used to this. There's a lot of things I think I can get used to," Blaine told Kurt suggestively.

"Oh really?" Kurt said with a raised eyebrow. "Touch them."

"Touch what?"

"My boobs."

Blaine grimaced. "Why?"

Kurt rolled his brown eyes. "I knew you wouldn't."

Accepting his challenge, Blaine grabbed Kurt's breasts and gave them a quick squeeze. "There."

"Hmm, that felt good," Kurt mused, poking at the soft lumps. "I really hate having a flat crotch though, it's so boring."

"Tell me about it," Blaine mumbled, then grinned to make sure Kurt knew he was joking.

Kurt took it a bit too seriously though and looked away. "If this never changes... If I'm like this forever... I'm going to ask Rachel t-to... I'll ask Rachel to let me go through transgender surgery, because I can't bear to lose you, Blaine," Kurt stuttered, tears welling up.

"But you and Rachel switched back for a moment the other day! That must mean that there is at least a chance you'll switch back for good again."

"But what if we don't!" Kurt said, almost hysterical.

An amused grin spread over Blaine's face. He gently cupped Kurt's face. "Kurt, I love you."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Blaine stopped him.

"Listen. I love you."

Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes, understanding what he meant.

"Everything I've ever said to you, Kurt, is true. I fell in love with you and to me, it doesn't matter what you look like as long as it's still you: the beautiful guy who knocked me off my feet on the stairwell."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, you're gay, we could never-"

"Then I guess you're the bottom," he joked.

A grin flickered over Kurt's lips. "You know what I mean, Blaine."

Blaine hugged Kurt, still adjusting to him being the taller one. "I will always have a preference towards a different anatomy, but that's just physical. Our love is so much more than that." His voice shook with sincerity, making Kurt meld even closer to his boyfriend. "When I look into your eyes, all I see is the wonderful man that I love and will do anything for, even if that is accepting a different body form. As long as you are still you."

"I love you," Kurt said firmly with another kiss.

"And I will always love you. No matter what."

Rachel

Rachel crouched in front of the oven, pushing on the timed oven light every 30 seconds to keep the inside lit. This was not going to be the third chicken breast she burnt. She had already taken out the garbage twice to prevent Carole, Finn, or Burt from noticing that the usual mini-Julia Child was burning a simple chicken dinner. Rachel blamed it on her being a vegan and going against everything she stood for to keep up her charade of being Kurt. Also that her previous cooking skills consisted of tossing salads.

"Whatcha doing, kiddo?" Burt said with a less than normal vivacity to his voice.

"Um, the oven has been a bit temperamental today and I just want to make this chicken perfect since it's your favorite...Dad." Rachel peered up at Burt who was leaning against the counter top, without a beer and staring into the distance.

"12 years," he uttered, eyes glassy.

"D-dad?" Rachel said, letting the little light turn off this time.

"I still can't believe it sometimes," Burt said, sniffling. He wiped his palms on his overalls, not having changed from the shop yet. "At least it's not raining today, like it was the day she... she passed on."

Rachel stared at the black oven. She couldn't do this. She had no idea today was the anniversary of Kurt's mother's death. How was she supposed to act?

"Come here, my little man," Burt said, voice thick as he touched Rachel's shoulder. Going along with it, she stood up and hugged Burt. She had never heard such tender terms of endearment come from the burly shop-owner.

She tightened her hold around him as best as she could, trying to return his strong, enveloping hug. After at least a minute, Rachel expected Burt to pull away, but he didn't. She suspected that he and Kurt had these long hugs frequently.

When he finally loosened his hold, he put a hand on Rachel's upper arm. "How are you doing?" he asked, wiping away the single tear that had left his old eyes.

"I'm okay, Dad. I'm alright."

"Okay. Good. Are you sure? You're usually a lot more emotional, y'know, around this time. And you've been acting a bit strange lately."

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Burt nodded. "It's just. I miss her so much sometimes. But then I can see you and it's like, being able to see part of her again. Because even though people always say we look the same you really look more like her. You have my eye shape, but you have her color. And you are smart and funny like her. And also, I now have Carole and things are just so much better with her around. It really is. She, and Finn, really complete us again. This year is the first year with Carole during this anniversary, and I thought I would feel guilty, because there is always that little seed of guilt way down deep, but this year doesn't hurt as much as it usually does. Every day I think of your mother, but now I can think of Carole too and really appreciate that I have her now. Do you feel this way at all?" Burt was clearly trying to express his feelings, but as he had said on many occasions, he was not a man of words.

Rachel just nodded and quickly hugged Burt again, which soon turned into another long hug. She suddenly felt another pair of arms around them and looked to the side to see Carole.

Burt released Rachel and hugged his wife, kissing her hair before Carole broke away and looked in the oven.

"Um, Kurt?"

"Yes...Mom?"

"Did you bread this chicken?"

"...no."

"Did you broil it?" Carole glanced up at her step-son. "Then what did you do to the chicken?"

Rachel looked at the ground. "I took it out of the package, greased the pan and put it in."

"After you soaked it right?" Carole asked, clearly surprised by "Kurt's" lack of garnish...and sanitation.

Rachel blinked.

"Kurt...we can't eat this chicken."

"I'm sorry," Rachel said in a small voice. She was close to tears because of her lack of connect with Burt when he clearly needed it and hearing things she probably was not supposed to hear from Kurt's father, and now she had ruined dinner.

Carole hugged her quickly. "Sweetheart, it's okay. It's no big deal. I know today is a tough day. We'll order Chinese."

Rachel nodded weakly.

But now she really missed her own dads.

"GET ME SOME FRIED CHICKEN FINGERS!" Finn called from upstairs, somehow hearing "Chinese food" over the roar of his X-Box.