Ok so I think this was an interesting idea that I couldn't quite get down onto virtual paper. It's weird, and not very good, but I've written it now so I thought I may as well post it. Stole the idea from Misfits, a British TV programme where a bunch of young offenders obtain the power that they've always most wanted.

So... Kurt has Alisha's power where any boy he touches wants to have sex with him, and I gave Blaine the power to make boys come in their pants... because I reckon he'd quite like that.

Anyway let me know what you think. Because I have ideas for other chapters but I'm not sure if it's worth continuing. I'm never happy with anything I write.

I first noticed something was wrong in the school corridors. It's not every day that a complete stranger gets their cock out for you in public. Then again it's not every day that your boyfriend tries to fuck you in Spanish class, or every day that you come in your pants for no apparent reason. No, today wasn't going to be an average day in the life of Kurt Hummel.

I was on the lookout for Blaine as I walked to my first lesson, so I guess I wasn't really watching where I was going. I was always so distracted these days, every second that I wasn't thinking about my designer manbags (or as Blaine called them my "lady purses") I was thinking about him. I guess that's how I managed to collide with a 6" footballer, I was caught up in a Blaine/purse mind orgy. It's a weird combination but it really works for me.

"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" I stuttered as I snapped out of my fantasy, it was more a reflex than anything else.

Unsurprisingly, this guy's reflexes were a little more primitive than mine, and he immediately grabbed my arm, raising a clenched fist above his head simultaneously. It's times like these when I despair for humanity. Worse... it's times like these when I get the crap beaten out of me.

"You are so fucking hot."

Ok so I admit it. I was wrong. I must have forgotten to switch my gaydar on this morning... a rare event but it happens.

I dared to steal a quick glance at him, squinting at him in confusion. There was still a high chance that he was taking the piss; footballers didn't usually come on to me.

Unfortunately, it's really hard to tell the difference between someone who's angry, and someone who's sexually excited. His eyes were narrow, his pupils dilating and his breathing suddenly speeding up as if he were on drugs. He gripped me tighter, trying to pull me closer towards him, grasping at every part of me, clinging to me as if I was his only source of oxygen.

"I want you." He spoke heavily, like Blaine did when he was incredibly turned on, his eyes consuming every part of me as they wandered over my body. "I want you so bad."

Ok so maybe it wasn't anger. Time to panic, if Blaine saw this I could kiss my Disney on ice tickets goodbye.

"That's nice..." I replied sarcastically, attempting to struggle free. "But I'm not interested." I could feel the blood coursing through his fingers as he dug them further into my arm.

A few people were watching now, some in amusement, some in confusion. Some of the cheerleaders were probably jealous. I think this guy was quite a big deal.

He clawed at me desperately, attempting to press our lips together, constantly muttering things I'd only heard Blaine say on very special occasions.

"I'm gonna fuck you senseless. I want to feel every part of you and make you squirm."

And then he got his cock out, just whipped it out like it was a completely normal occurrence, in front of everybody!

I was up against the lockers before I'd even had time to get a proper look at it... always good to size up the competition. Alright I admit it, I just wanted to look at it ok? I was curious.

"I need to be IN you." He breathed, the words landing violently on my lips as he swept in to try and kiss me again.

I turned my head just in time. "W...what?" I could feel his hands roaming over my crotch, carelessly trying to undo my trousers. Yeah, good luck with that! My clothes were so tight they needed body lotion to help slide them off.

"Let me fuck you. I need to fuck you."

He dove in to kiss my neck, still struggling with my zipper, his fingers moving frantically as if I was his last hit before rehab.

"I've got... I've got a boyfriend." I squeaked, as he rubbed up against me. I was trying really hard not to get turned on, but my penis couldn't really distinguish between Blaine's cock and this one.

"You taste so good." he groaned, continuing to devour my neck.

I had to bite back a moan. I think this is when I realised it had gone too far. My penis might not be able to differentiate between him and Blaine, but my brain could.

"Stop it..." I tried to push him off, but he was far too strong and far too excited. "Let go of me!"

I don't know what would have happened if Puck hadn't have been there to practically wrestle him to the ground.

The bizarre thing was as soon as the guy hit the floor he seemed to change. He looked utterly bewildered by the entire thing, like he couldn't remember what he'd done.

"What the fuck man?" Puck was drilling him. "What the fuck were you doing? Kurt's got a boyfriend. You've got a girlfriend..."

"I... I..." He was still shaking, but his expression had changed. He was scared. "I don't know..."

He glanced down at his unbuttoned pants and shrieked as he caught sight of his penis, quickly tucking it away.

"What the hell man? What the hell?" He seemed completely shaken up, looking at me as if it was all my fault. "You did this!" He pointed towards me. "You fucking did something to me."

"What? That's insane! You were all over me! I asked you to stop!"

"Fucking homo must've put something in my drink!"

"What drink? You don't even have a drink!"

And the conversation continued in quite the same respectable manner, until we all came to the conclusion that the boy had issues, major issues, and needed to see a psychiatrist.

Ordinary day. Ordinary sex dream. Ordinary morning shower which led nicely into ordinary morning wank session. Nothing to suggest today was going to be any different. Nothing to suggest that today I would make 3 boys come in their pants just by looking at them, or that I'd be suffering a significant amount memory loss, or that I'd try to fuck Kurt in a classroom.

I mean I had no major problems with any of these. I could live with all three (especially the first one). But in future I'd like to remember trying to fuck my boyfriend, and I guess I'd prefer boys to come in me rather than in their pants. Still though, I can't say it was a particularly bad day...

I was on the lookout for Kurt as I walked down the corridor, so I guess I wasn't fully focused. I was always so distracted these days, every second that I wasn't thinking about Robert Pattinson I was thinking about Kurt. That's probably why I almost collided with one of the basketball players - I was completely wrapped up in a Kurt/Pattinson orgy... and man it was hot.

As the basketball player and I did our little "guess which way I'm going" skit, both mirroring each other as we tried to head the same way a number of times, I gave him a cheeky wink.

"We'll dance later love."

I expected him to scowl at me or give me the finger, but weirdly he let out a shaky whimper and scrunched his eyes up, his whole face twisting in pain and confusion. I didn't know it at the time, but this was his "I've just come in my pants" face, and if I'd have looked down I would have seen a little damp patch forming around his crotch.

Fortunately for him my mind was back on Kurt and Mr Pattinson and so his little mishap went overlooked.

I was incredibly flustered when I finally got to class, so much so that I even took off a layer of clothing - which for me was a very rare event. What was the point in spending hours putting together an outfit if you were just going to discard it? Take away one piece and the whole ensemble is spoilt.

Pulling myself together I turned around to try and catch Blaine's eye. He was sitting a few rows back, staring at me with a love-stricken grin on his face. As soon as he saw he had my attention, he gave me an irresistible wink, still beaming at me, totally and utterly smitten.

Now, what happened next was a complete shock. I don't know how or why it happened, I don't know if I should seek some medical advice, but my penis just decided that it was going to explode in my pants. I squeaked in surprise, my whole body overcome with pleasure for this 3 second period. There was no warning. I hadn't even had an erection. I wasn't thinking dirty thoughts or imagining anything even remotely sexual. It was completely and utterly bizarre!

My eyes widened in horror as it began to sink in... just to be clear here I am talking about the gravity of the situation not my semen, although that was sinking into my trousers rather quickly.

It was as if just looking at Blaine had been enough to make me orgasm. I mean I know we weren't over doing it on the sex front and I wasn't masturbating either but I wasn't THAT sexually frustrated. Come to think of it we'd had sex 2 days ago and I'd definitely lasted longer than 5 seconds. I think I'd lasted 2 whole minutes, new record!

I quickly tied my jacket around my trousers and headed towards the door, luckily I had a change of outfit in my car. Years of slushying had taught me to be prepared.

...

I didn't see Blaine again until lunch time. This may have been a blessing because I wasn't sure I had another spare outfit. We had agreed to practice our duet in the Spanish room, the only place available now that the Cheerios had hijacked our choir space.

As Blaine swept through the door I almost came in my pants all over again. I couldn't help myself, he was absolutely gorgeous. I wondered if he'd had that smile on his face all day or if he saved it especially for me.

"Hey... I was worried about you."

I smiled back. "Why?"

"You ran out of English..."

We really didn't need to have that conversation right now... or ever. I felt myself go bright red.

"Just felt a bit sick that's all."

Blaine dropped the smile, immediately replacing it with a look of concern.

"Oh no are you ok?"

"Yeah... it's just this thing happened earlier..."

He reached out to hold my hand, and I didn't think twice about taking it. Unfortunately he cut me off before I could finish telling him about the footballer.

"Fuck Kurt... I really want you right now."

That was a little rash even for Blaine, we'd fumbled about with each other a few times at school but it never got serious. We knew the rules.

"Blaine!" I laughed. "This isn't the time or the place..."

He was staring intensely at me now, that familiar look in his eyes which proved he meant business. I gasped as he pulled me towards him and began unbuttoning my shirt, desperately clawing at my exposed skin as he continued to mumble.

"You make me so fucking hard, so fucking HARD."

"Shhh." I tried to calm him down. "Someone's gonna hear you."

He began kissing me violently, our lips crashing together as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I was almost backed helplessly up onto a table, but I managed to stay standing, pushing against him and trying to bring him back to his senses.

"Come on Blaine. Let's not get carried away ok?"

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his rock hard erection, my eyes widening as I squeezed it through the material, checking it was real.

"Woah. When did that happen?"

"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget my name."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Blaine! You seriously need to calm down."

He didn't though. He was now presenting his penis to me, pulling it out in the classroom as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Blaine!" I shrieked as he pushed me backwards, landing heavily on top of me as I crashed onto the work surface. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little turned on. His hands were all over me, running frantically up and down my body, stopping to undo my fresh pair of trousers and sliding in. "Oooh..."

"I could come just looking at you. You are THAT hot."

Well there's a coincidence!

"Blaine..." I gasped. "You're making me blush."

He was rubbing me expertly under my pants, making me moan, pulling it out of its tight fortress to get a firmer grip.

"Your cock is so fucking delicious."

I whimpered as he stared ravenously at it, banging my head on the table as it all became too much for me to watch.

"Mmm Blaine... what's... what brought all this on?" I managed to groan as he ran his free hand urgently under my shirt.

He didn't answer, just muttered a fair few expletives under his breath as he continued to watch me.

"Oooh..." His swearing was making it worse.

"Turn over..."

Did I hear that right?

Too late. He was already flipping me round, bending me over the table and yanking at my pants. It was all so quick I didn't have time to register what was happening.

"What the hell Blaine?"

He was kneading my ass now, moaning softly to himself, completely caught up in his own little world. I struggled against him, letting him know I was not ok with this, I was not ok with this at all.

"You can't be... you can't be serious?"

If positioning his cock at my entrance was anything to go by, he was deadly serious.

"Blaine!" I span round. "We're at school!" I pulled violently out of his grasp and stepped away, hurriedly pulling up my trousers before the likes of Mr Scheuster or someone who was equally opposed to sex in class could walk in.

"What the...?"

I looked up at Blaine to see him absolutely mortified, his penis still in his hand and his mouth gaping open.

"What the fuck?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"What are you looking at me like that for? Like I said it's not the time or the place for..."

"What...? Kurt... I'm drawing a complete blank here. What the fuck just happened?"

I guess the footballer wasn't the only one to attempt to screw me and suffer short term memory loss today. Was I really that bad at sex? So bad that people had to wipe the entire experience from their brains? I stared over at Blaine anxiously.

"Blaine... I... I think something's wrong with me..."

I must've been the only guy in the world that thought people wanting to have sex with me was a major problem.

Thoughts? I do love your thoughts. I think this might be better if the boys were actually using their powers. I might attempt a chapter 2 for fun and giggles and make them use them properly