Summary: Kurt believes that a touch of the fingers is as sexy as it gets, until he starts a new medication. #1 side effect: near-constant arousal. Let the fun begin!
Rated: Erm...T? Mentions of boners.
Thought about this idea when I was in FYS. That class is just so boring! Anyway, here you go! P.S. If you liked it enough to favorite it, please review. Seriously.
Kurt sat in front of his doctor, mouth hanging open, absolutely refusing to believe what this man was telling him. There was no way he - of all people - could possibly have to deal with this! No, he would be an outlier. He'd be that little point on the graph, that one percent in the chart that just didn't fit the norm. He was like that in every other way, so why not with medication, too?
Kurt still remembered that day months ago when his now-boyfriend sat him down and tried to talk about sex. He remembered the days following that epic fail where his dad forced him down and made him talk about sex. And how could he forget the hour-long conversation he had when his father made him talk about all the cringe-worthy things in those pamphlets? He knew his reaction to sex.
So, naturally, he knew that he would be different. How could he not be?
"It's perfectly normal for you to become aroused easier than normal-"
"But what if I don't get aroused?" Kurt blurted out before he could stop himself. He blushed and looked down at his shoes, but not before he saw his doctor's surprise.
"Well, Kurt...I'm afraid what your mind feels and what your body feels are sometimes two very different things. You may be able to ignore the slightest indication of your body's desire now, but this side effect has never failed."
Kurt nodded and sat up straight, ready to leave. Stupid, stupid medication!
Later that night Kurt was sprawled across his bed, looking at the tiny, inoffensive bottle with disgust. But he needed to take it. The pain in his joints was getting much worse, and the doctor said that these helped. He took a deep breath, grapped two pills from the bottle, and swallowed them down, reaching for his water to take a drink. He smiled to himself as he curled up in a ball on his bed.
He had nothing to worry about. He was different.
o.o.o.o.o
His morning started out just like every other. He got up ridiculously early, took a shower and did his moisturizing routine, had breakfast with Finn, and left for school. He got through the halls just fine, no slushies in sight. His locker didn't jam, his books were clean and smelled normal, and he had a smile across his face that nobody could remove.
Except Blaine.
"Hey beautiful, how was the doctor's?" Blaine leaned against the locker next to his. Kurt smiled at the little bowtie around Blaine's neck. Blaine's fashion sense intrigued Kurt, because it was both young and childish, and kind of sexy. Normally the muscles on Blaine's arms didn't bother Kurt too much. Today, his eyes zoomed in on them and refused to budge.
"...It was...fine." Blaine looked from Kurt, to his arm, and back to Kurt. Concern filled his eyes and he stepped closer.
"Kurt, are you feeling okay?" Blaine reached one hand up to place it on Kurt's forehead. The second their skin touched Kurt felt faint, and the tightening in his jeans made it all too clear why.
"I'm sorry Blaine, I have to go!" He whipped around and fled before Blaine could say anything. He ended up in the girl's bathroom all the way across the building, knowing Blaine could never find him there. He leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths before staring down at his pants.
"Bad penis. Bad!"
"Kurt?"
Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin upon hearing Rachel's voice. She had rushed into the bathroom as well, her shirt torn down the middle.
"Rachel," he said breathily. "H-hi! I was just-"
"Talking to your penis?"
"Improv. You know, acting like 'the stereotypical straight guy' and all that jazz." He let out one of his trademark awkward laughs and slid down the wall, placing his bags between his legs so Rachel saw nothing.
"Riiight." She walked to the mirror and started fiddling with her shirt.
"What are you doing in here?" Kurt thought starting a conversation was an easier way to ignore his erection, but every time he closed his eyes he saw Blaine's thick arms grabbing around his waist, pulling him against his hard chest and kissing him as his hands found their way to his-
"Some jerk tried to grab my books from me and grabbed my shirt instead. He ripped it right down the middle. Look!" Rachel spun around and pointed to her chest. Her green, brown and purple sweater was torn so bad that Kurt had a clear view of her bra.
Fascinating. For a girl with such awful fashion sense, her bra is insanely cute.
Kurt started grinning immediately.
"What, you think this is funny, too?" Rachel asked, annoyed. She spun around fast and yanked her bag off the sink, heading for the door. "You know, Kurt Hummel, you may be gay but you're still a man." She said man like it was a bitter, evil thing, then slammed the door behind her.
But Kurt couldn't keep the grin off his face. Rachel inadvertantly made his boner go away. Now, if only he could avoid Blaine for the entire day.
Not really sure where to go with this, or where to take the rating. Guess it depends on what you guys want. Option time:
One-shot or chapter fic?
Keep it T or up it to M?
I don't really know what to do. Help me out here, please!
~Alex