A/N Hey guys, I'm a little stuck on my other story, A Second Bite, but I had an inspiration for this story today. I'll get back to A Second Bite soon, don't worry. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this new story. Not sure how long it will be yet. Last time I said a story would only be 3-4 chapters, it turned into 22 chapters. Guess we'll just see where this takes us, shall we?

Reviews are like coffee, they can be eye openers.

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He pushed his glasses back up on his nose as he observed the two mice in the cage. Clicking his pen, he began to take notes.

7:15 am, five minutes since xx/xx formula 8 was administered. No change in behavior in either subject. Both subjects continue to ignore each other.

He moved to the next cage on the counter.

Five minutes since xy/xx formula 8 administered. While subject xx seems non responsive, xy shows signs of increased interest.

He moved on to the finale cage on the counter.

Five minutes since xy/xy formula 8 administered. Both subjects have definite signs of increased libido, and have gone into a mating frenzy. Subject A, the dominant party, is showing symptoms of distress, but continues to attempt intercourse with subject B...

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"They were just a pair of mice. I don't understand why you are so upset. They died screwing each others' brains out. That's how I want to go when I die."

Kurt rolled his eyes at the taller boy as they sat in the cafeteria. "You don't understand, Noah. They weren't just a pair of mice. Dolce and Gabbana were my ticket to Harvard! This experiment is my ticket out of this town!"

The Mohawked boy didn't seem overly impressed. "What exactly is this experiment about anyway? Other than trying to get mice to have sex, which you know me, I like sex as much as the next guy, but I don't understand what it has to do with anything."

"It's not just about s-sex, Noah!" He stuttered on the word, his pale features going red as the blush crept up his neck. "It's about attraction and triggered chemical response and..."

"Okay, no offense but I'm going to stop you right there before you start spouting all kinds of sciencey words I don't understand. Don't they already have a pill for that or something? You know, Viagra or whatever?"

The pale boy sighed in frustration and picked up his tray and books. "I don't know why I even bother to try and talk to you about this. You'll never understand."

"Whatever. See you later in Glee club, I guess," the darker boy called out, finishing his own lunch.

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Later, Kurt sat in his French class, pouring over his copious notes, trying to figure out where he'd gone wrong while the rest of the class stumbled over basic conjugation they should have learned the very first semester. He barely acknowledged the instructor when she asked him a question, replying to her in flawless French. She then had to scramble to her laptop and try and figure out what he had said, as his fluency level surpassed hers.

He didn't really pay attention, going over the formula again and again. He knew the solution had to be something obvious, but for the life of him he couldn't find it. The bell rang, signaling the end of class. His head was still buried in his notes as he walked down the hall to his next class.

The sudden sensation of frozen liquid slamming into his face pulled him from his thoughts and he stopped in his tracks, temporarily blinded by the red slushie covering his face.

"Wake up, homo Urkel!" The behemoth jock laughed, tossing the empty cup at him as he walked passed.

He sighed in frustration as he removed his glasses and wiped the red liquid from his eyes. His notes were most likely ruined. Why couldn't people just leave him alone? Why did they have to try and make him miserable, just because he was gay and had an IQ that was off the charts? It wasn't like he had a choice in either of those two things, any more than he'd chosen to have auburn hair or multifaceted blue/green/grey eyes. It was genetic.

He swung by his locker, dropped off the useless notes, gathered a change of shirt, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. He stood in front of the mirror staring at himself. He was average height, slim but not toothpick thin, with a narrow face that some might call elfin. His skin was paler than usual. Over all he thought he wasn't too bad looking, even though his glasses did seem to make his eyes look too large for his face. There wasn't anything about his appearance that really shouted homosexual. Geek, maybe, but not gay.

So what was it about him that made people uncomfortable with his sexuality? It wasn't as if he walked around in a t shirt that proclaimed that he LIKES BOYS. Sure, maybe his voice was a little effeminate, and he did like to sing and dance in Glee club. But he didn't rub his attraction to boys in everyone's face.

With a sigh, he scrubbed his face and hair, changed his shirt, and then cleaned his glasses, drying them with a paper towel before sliding them back on his face. It was too late to go to his last class, so he headed to the choir room for Glee club.

He was early, so pulled a fresh notebook out of his messenger bag and started trying to recreate his notes. Fortunately he had an eidetic memory, and by the time the others began to trickle in he had managed to reproduce the pertinent information. He hadn't really been paying much attention to what Mr. Schuester was saying, something about their competition for sectionals. He'd heard people moving about, but still didn't look up from reproducing his formula.

"Yo, Hummel, if you aren't going to join in the assignment, then why don't you make yourself useful and go spy on the competition!"

Kurt glanced up then and realized that they had broken into two groups, boys and girls. He glanced between the two groups, not certain if he fit in either one. The boys always made him uncomfortable with their talk of sports and video games and girls, and the girls were intimidated by his intellect.

"Maybe I will go check out the other teams." It wasn't like either side would listen to his input anyway. No one even looked up as he left. Initially he thought he'd just go back to the lab and start over on his project, but realized he'd have to go to the pet shop and get two new lab rats before he could continue. The closest one that sold rodents was in Westerville. Didn't Mr. Schue say one of their competitors was there? Dalton Academy, or something like that?

Westerville was a bit of a drive, it probably wouldn't do any good to go that afternoon, but he could go first thing tomorrow. It would give him a chance to do a little research on the other school.

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The next morning he set out, wearing a blue blazer, which was as close to the uniform he had seen online as he could get. He had researched the building, and knew where the music room was, but according to the Warbler's separate website, they practiced in one of the commons due to better acoustical quality. He also noted that they would be giving an "impromptu" performance today at ten.

He arrived shortly before the appointed time. He'd rehearsed what he would say if anyone were to question his presence. He would simply state that he was a prospective student, touring the school.

As he entered the building, he found himself fascinated by the architecture and décor. He was fairly certain that was an authentic Faberge Egg in the main entry way, and the Monet over the mantle in the sitting area outside the Dean's office was either one of the best reproductions he had ever seen, or was the real deal. Damn, no wonder tuition was so steep.

As he had studied up on the school the night before, he had practically salivated over the scholastic programs, especially the photographs of the science department. He knew his dad would never be able to afford to send him here, but he couldn't help dreaming about the things he could accomplish in a lab like that. With a wistful sigh, he made his way down the hall towards the area where the Warblers were supposed to perform.

In his experiences with Glee club at McKinley, no one really wanted to watch them perform, and expected the same to be true here. Most likely they chose to perform in the commons because they were less likely to have food or trash thrown at them there. If they were lucky, they might have three or four people show up out of pity to watch them.

He could hear music as he turned the corner, and stopped in his tracks. Not only was the commons packed to capacity, but boys were jammed in around the doorway, all vying for position to see inside where the music was coming from. Glee club was actually cool here?

From where he stood he could hear what sounded like a dozen or more voices harmonizing in a capella fashion. What surprised him was the song selection. Unless he was much mistaken, that was Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. As if to confirm his thoughts, a single voice began to sing. And that voice! It seemed to be doing things to him he'd never knew existed. His heart began to race, and parts of his anatomy that he'd never really paid attention to before seemed to come awake.

He shivered as the voice sang the line;

I'm a get your heart racing,
In my skin-tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me

In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

He backed away, afraid his legs would give out, or that he would do something incredibly embarrassing like whimpering in need and drawing attention to himself. He managed to slip into an empty classroom.

He slumped against the wall, trying to calm himself. He knew his system was flooded with endorphins and other chemicals that most people would call arousal. Just a chemical reaction. He had a passing thought that if he could bottle that voice, it would be the missing ingredient in the formula he had been working on. He wondered what the boy looked like? Not that it really mattered. The odds were the boy was probably not only straight, but had a girlfriend.

He wasn't certain how much time had passed, and had thought about slipping out the door and out of the school when he heard voices approaching.

"Blaine, wait up!" A voice called out.

"What's up, Wes?" Another voice, Blaine, answered.

"Do you have a few minutes to help me out with my science homework? I'm just a little confused on one question." Wes replied.

"Sure. Let's go into Delmonico's classroom, it should be empty this week, he's still at that symposium in Columbus."

Kurt panicked as he heard footsteps approaching, and dived under the teacher's desk. A moment later the door opened, and through the small gap in the panels, saw two pairs of legs enter and move to a desk in the front of the room. He ducked down more, hoping neither of them spotted him.

"Okay, what don't you understand?" The boy he assumed was Blaine asked. From his angle under the desk, he could just make out the back of the boy's head. His hair was over gelled, but the dark curls at the back were still fighting to break free.

"We are learning about insects and pheromones, and whether humans are affected by them or not. I couldn't find a definitive answer."

Kurt listened, scoffing silently to himself. There really was no solid proof that human's produced pheromones, and even if they did their olfactory senses were too weak to detect them. Blaine gave the other boy pretty much the same answer.

"However, I've been experimenting with the possibility that in high concentration, certain insect pheromones, especially those of certain types of moths, do have a subtle affect on mammals. I've only tested them on small rodents so far, and have had some success. As to whether they would affect humans or not, I'd have to do more research."

Kurt sat there, considering the other boy's words. What if pheromones were the key to his formula? He hadn't really considered olfactory stimulation because mammals tend to be less sensitive to scent than insects. He sat there lost in thought, and didn't realize when the two boys had left the room.

When he finally slipped out of his hiding spot and stretched his stiff muscles, it was past lunch time. He figured the boys would be back in class now, and silently left the building, making his way to his Navigator, still thinking about the possible effects of combining pheromones with his formula. He stopped by the pet shop and selected two new test subjects, and then headed back to Lima, already reworking his formula in his mind.

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He'd gone straight to the basement where his lab was set up the night before, and began working on his formula. He didn't have access to pheromones at home, but he could borrow some from the lab at school. He'd brought the mice with him and set up the experiment there before school started.

He'd found the vial of pheromones in the store cupboard, and added several drops to his formula, and then rather than feed it to the rodents, he found an atomizer and filled it with the solution. He then spritzed some into each cage. Pushing his glasses up again, he prepared to take notes once more.

7am, five minutes since xx/xx formula 9 was administered vie atomizer. No change in subjects.

Five minutes since xy/xx formula 9 administered. Xx subject non responsive, though xy again shows an increase in attraction.

Five minutes since xy/xy formula 9 administered. Both subjects showing increased signs of attraction.

Conclusion; formula appears to work on xy subjects, but has no affect on xx. Possible hormone change to affect xx subjects? Will continue to monitor.

He began clearing his workstation to prepare for class, carrying the bottle with the extra formula 9 and the vial of pheromones towards the storage cupboard, when suddenly someone called out from directly behind him. He stumbled, spilling both liquids all over himself as he spun around.

"Noah! What do you think you were doing, sneaking up on me like that?"

The taller boy laughed. "You always are so absorbed in whatever you are working on, it's easy to sneak up on you."

Kurt straightened up, pushing his glasses back up on his nose as he glared at the other male. "Did you want something? Or were you just hoping for the chance to scare the crap out of me?"

"Actually, I was gonna ask if you could check my calculus homework for me before first period." The Mohawked boy looked slightly sheepish. Despite his badboy reputation, the boy was more intelligent than people gave him credit for, at least when it came to mathematics. The taller boy was somewhat self conscious and always doubting himself, and turned to Kurt for validation.

"Fine, let me see it." They spent the next five minutes going over the paper. "Perfect, as usual, Noah. You really don't need me to double check for you."

The other boy grinned at him. "Maybe I only ask you to because it's fun to scare the crap out of you now and then?"

Kurt just rolled his eyes and finished putting the formula and vial away, and cleaning up the counter. "I need to go shower now before class starts. I've got pheromones all over me."

"Phero whats?"

"Never mind, I'll explain later. See you at lunch time."

He gathered up his bag, stopped at his locker to get a new shirt, and headed to the locker room. He had expected the room to be empty at this time of morning, and was dismayed when he spotted the jock across the room. The larger boy hadn't heard him come in, and didn't seem to notice he was no longer alone. Kurt silently moved down the rows of lockers, hoping to avoid the other boy. He set his bag down in front of his gym locker and began to twirl the combination.

For the second time that morning, he was startled by a voice coming from directly behind him.

"What are you doing in here, homo?" Karofsky growled.

Kurt swallowed the fear building inside him as he spun around to face his greatest nemesis. "I-I just need to clea-"

"What is that smell?" The other boy asked, leaning in closer. Kurt's eyes went wide as the other boy all but pressed his nose to Kurt's throat and inhaled deeply. "You smell so good."

Kurt tried to move away from the larger boy, but the boy suddenly pressed closer. "Why do you have to smell good? It's bad enough you have to flaunt your perfect body all over the school, making me think things I don't want to think!"

What the hell? Karofsky was attracted to him? Karofsky was gay? Kurt was so stunned by this revelation, he didn't notice the dilated pupils of the other boy at first, or how he continued to inhale deeply. And then he remembered the pheromones and formula that had spilled all over himself.

"Uh, Karofsky, could I, uh, would you just let me go shower? I spilled some stuff on me. That's probably what you are smelling. If you'll just let me umph...!"

His words were cut off as the other boy kissed him. Shocked, he could do nothing more but stand there. From a purely scientific perspective, he could say that the boy was a decent kisser, but there was no real chemistry between them.

He suddenly shoved the other boy away, a look of horror on his face. This was nothing more than a chemical response to the mixture of pheromones and the formula he had created. The other boy would probably beat the crap out of him now for uncovering his secret.

As if realizing what he had just done, the large jock pulled away in shock, then slammed a fist into the locker beside Kurt before storming out of the locker room. Kurt was still in a state of shock as he gathered his things and went into the showers. It wasn't until he was finished rinsing the soap off that the full implications of what just happened hit him.

His formula worked on humans.