Drag queens!Klaine, as prompted by the lovely Sparkle Ninja27!

I know they're not actually drag queens, they're just wearing drag, but still. I enjoyed it, and I hope you do too!

(And maybe sometime I'll write them as actual drag queens… it'd be so sassy, wouldn't it?)

So I was looking up songs that were drag-queen suitable for the title… and I came across a website talking about Dana International, which I was previously familiar with. She's pretty much a drag queen icon, and she's transsexual, and she has a song named Love Boy, which is where today's title comes from! :)

Love Boy

"Ready, honey?" calls Blaine from the bathroom, where he's been fixing his outfit for the last twenty minutes. It's his first time in drag; they're invited to a drag party, and while the tights he's wearing are very uncomfortable and he can't stand not being able to touch his face, he's going with Kurt, so he doesn't doubt the night will be fun.

"Just finishing my eyeliner and I'm good to go!"

Blaine zips his skirt and goes to see if he can help. He stops at the doorway to their bedroom, though, staring at Kurt; his little waist is cinched in even further in the tight dress he's wearing. His fake boobs look a lot more proportioned to his body than Blaine's, and his collarbones are exposed. His nails are painted hot pink and his hair is carefully tucked under a wing of flowing golden curls.

He turns around to look at Blaine, smirking. "See something you like, babe?"

Blaine blushes. "Uh, um, y-yeah. You look good."

Kurt chuckles and turns back to the mirror, leaning his elbow against the vanity and resting his hand on his cheek, carefully putting the tip of the eyeliner brush to his eyelid again. "I had no idea this turned you on."

"You always turn me on."

Kurt smiles, focusing for a second, drawing the black line, and straightening up in his seat when he's done. "Alright, this will do. Do you have your shoes?" he asks, getting up slowly- he's not too practiced with heels so high, but he manages steadying himself after a second.

"You're so tall," Blaine says, stepping up to him and hugging his waist. "It's incredibly sexy," he mutters, but when he leans up to kiss Kurt, Kurt pulls back.

"No kissing! We're wearing different colored lipsticks!"

Blaine pouts.

Kurt runs a hand down Blaine's arm, making him shiver. "I'll make it up to you later."

"Promise?" he whispers, looking into Kurt's hypnotizing, eyeliner-framed eyes as he grabs his hand.

"Promise," Kurt smiles and ducks to press their noses together in an Eskimo kiss.