Surfaces May be Hot to Handle.
Chapter 2

"Hey!" Blaine smiled on opening the door. "Come in, come in." He stood back, making room and Kurt was glad for it, easing past the smaller boy careful that they did not to touch in any way.

"Hey!" Kurt said, giving the room a quick once over and deciding on the chair furthest away from any other. He sat down and gave a wide grin, crossing his legs with a flourish.

Blaine gave him an odd look and sat down on the bed, rubbing his hands up and down on his thighs. "Why don't you sit over here?"

"I'm fine here, thanks. This is comfy!"

"It's a wooden stool."

"Oh, I know. I'm just crazy about wood." He blushed. "Furniture wise, I mean."

"Ahh." Blaine gave a nod and then fixed his eyes on Kurt, an expression of intent on his face. "Look, I know I've already asked, but is something going on with you? You seem jumpy."

"I'm fine! Fine!" Kurt heard the note of panic in his voice and swallowed hard. "Er, I think maybe I hurt my head worse than I thought in the storm. That's all."

"Oh? Let me see," Blaine said, rising and crossing the room towards him. Before he could reach, Kurt quickly darted out of the seat and across to the right.

"I love this wallpaper!" he explained lamely. "You have excellent taste."

"It's- pretty much the same over here?" Blaine raised an eyebrow and made as if to approach Kurt again. This time Kurt headed for the bed.

"These sheets are to die for," he cried shrilly. "I'm dead!"

"Kurt!" Blaine gave an exasperated laugh. "Stop being so nervous! I'm not going to jump you!"

This was a terrible idea. He was behaving like a complete mental person. Kurt sighed and dropped down onto the bed, staring down at his Vera Nave loafers. He wouldn't have to worry about Blaine touching him at this rate.

He started as he felt the mattress dip down next to him. "Look, I realize that this is all new to you, and I'm prepared to take it as slow as you want it." Blaine moved closer, sighing as Kurt edged away. "Or not at all if you prefer?"

"No! No, I do want to take things...er somewhere! I just...have a lot of stuff going on at the moment. Weird stuff."

"I know, Kurt. I know exactly what's going on." Unlikely somehow."It's Karofsky, isn't it? The kiss? You have to know I'm not like that, Kurt." Blaine reached out, his intention to be that his fingers gently graze against Kurt's cheekbone. Except Kurt dodged it.

And fell off the bed.

"Sorry!" He called, scrambling to his feet. "I'm sorry!" Blaine's look of disappointment was killing him. He hadto tell him, he'd rather Blaine thought he was completely round the bend than that he didn't want him. "Look, I can explain..."

"I get it." Blaine held up a hand. "You're very young, Kurt. I guess I forgot that."

"What? I'm a year older than you!" Kurt protested.

"I mean mentally. You're not ready yet. For a relationship I mean. I suspected but...I guess I hoped that wasn't the case." Blaine shrugged as Kurt dropped back down beside him in shock.

"You're breaking up with me?" He asked in a small voice.

"Technically we were never together, Kurt. But yes. I guess I am." Blaine shook his head. "You're a great guy. And you'll soon have your pick. I'm sure."

This couldn't be happening. Finally something was going right in his life and he had to go spoil it by becoming some sort of freak. He wanted to argue, beg, laugh and cry. He wanted to grab Blaine and hold on. But he couldn't touch Blaine could he?

Could he?

As Blaine talked about there being someone for everyone and Kurt's innocence, he slipped his bare foot out of a loafer. And moved it slowly to the other boy. Blaine's trousers had bunched up and a small square of flesh was poking out between sock and cuff. Kurt pressed his big toe on it.

"You'll see someday...GOING TO BITE YOUR COLLARBONE!" Kurt withdrew his foot. "...what? What was I saying again?"

"About me being an innocent?" Kurt said, his breath coming hard as his thoughts raced. Could he? No. Yes? Yes? No!

Kurt bit his lip. He was sick of always being the one lagging behind everybody else like a sexless mascot. Of having to wait in case he, God forbid, offended anyone in this ridiculous little town. Of losing out day after day.

Kurt was sick of being an innocent.

He smiled. Slow and measured.

"You okay, Kurt? I hope we can still be friends."

"The best," Kurt agreed, his hand curling around Blaine's wrist. "The very best."

Last night had been weird.

Good. Amazing. Wondrous. Acrobatic. There were not enough words in any dictionary but it has also been wrong. Very, very wrong. He had always imagined that losing his virginity would be slightly more magical. With fancy French wines, rose petals and a lute. Being asked to tug on someone's hair while slapping their ass hadn't even factored into his wildest fantasies. But he hadlost it. And that's what mattered. Plus it had been with a hot guy he really, really liked.

Kurt felt a prickle of shame as he made his way down the school corridor. Remembering Blaine's shocked face as they had broke contact. His confusion at their joint nudity and the rather ruined state of his room.

"What happened?," he gasped at the condom hanging from his cock. "Oh, my God. What did I do?"

"Don't you remember?" Kurt had asked. "At all?"

"I was talking to you about us and the, oh, Kurt! Wait! Does that clock say ten? Where did four hours go?" He spun and faced Kurt with wild eyes. "I am so sorry! I just blacked out! I can't

believe this!"

After much talking and pacing Kurt had managed to calm Blaine down and explain that Kurt had not been some unwilling victim of the other boy's attack. Kurt wasn't sure what bothered Blaine more, that he had taken Kurt's virginity and couldn't remember it, or that he had lost his valued control.

He had left Blaine with his face in his hands, and a promise to give him a call the next day. The boy had barely raised his head, just muttered a goodbye under his breath. Kurt had let himself out quietly.

Not the most honourable thing he had ever done, no.

But it hadbeen the most fun.

"What you smiling at?" Mercedes asked, falling into step beside him. "And why are you dressed like the The Unabomber? Gloves and a polo neck? It's summer!"

"Fashion doesn't bend to the will of seasons, Mercedes. That reminds me. Do you know where I can get a balaclava?"

"I'm not from the hood, Kurt." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, noticed anything?" She smiled prettily and stopped walking. Pouting and posing like a Just Seventeen model.

"New blouse?" Kurt guessed.

"You really can't tell?"

"Clearly not?" Kurt looked her over slowly. There was something different about her. "Hey! Did you lose weight?"

"I did!" She gave a twirl and laughed. "Quite a bit, actually."

"I didn't even know you were dieting. You look great! I mean not that you didn't before..."

"Get that foot out of your mouth before you get a tasting for it, Prawn." She ran her hands over her hips and gave a wink. "I'll meet you in the canteen. There's a rumour it's tot day and I want to get there first."

"Isn't that going to be counterproductive to the weight loss?" Kurt said with a raised brow.

"No." She gave a mysterious smile and set off at a faster pace. "It really isn't."

Kurt stared after her. How had he not noticed she had been slimming down? Maybe he'd been a little wrapped up in himself of late. He'd have to make it up to her. A movie night of her choice or something.

"Hummel!"

Kurt groaned as the voice interrupted his thoughts. "What do you want, Karofsky? I'm going to lunch."

"I need to talk to you. About last night." He grabbed Kurt and pulled him to a less crowded part of the corridor. "I need to know. Is anything strangehappening to you?"

Could it be happening to Karofsky, too? Oh, God. That was a horrible thought. Lunch didn't seem so urgent after all.

"What? It's happening to you, as well?"

"Is whathappening to me? What are you...?" Kurt paused. Wait, why did it feel like Karofsky was answering something that Kurt had just asked. Had asked in his head.

That's ridiculous! Karofsky can't read minds

Karofsky stared down at him, eyes wide. And slowly nodded.

Okay. Okay. This warranted testing.

Your hairline looks like it's fleeing your face in terror.

"Will you quit on my hair? How about if I told you that sometimes when you smile, you look like you have no teeth!"

"Oh, my God!"

"Not all the time," he muttered. "Just sometimes."

"You can read my mind!" Kurt exclaimed. "I can't believe this!"

"I'm not exactly on board either, Borrower, but yeah. Since last night. And not just yours. Everyone's." He gave a cursory glance around them. "It seems to be just surface thoughts. So your deep, hidden wet dreams about me are still a secret."

"This is all so unreal! It's amazing!"

"Are you stupid? It's awful! I went to see the nurse, that sweet old lady? She gave me a smile, a pat on the knee, and then called me a cunt in her head. It's not funny, Hummel!"

"Sorry! Sorry!" Kurt said, flapping his hands. "Except it is."

"What about you?" Worry settled on his face. "Can you- Can you read mine?"

"No, my thing is. Erm. It's different." Kurt bit his lip, it would be a whole lot easier to show Karofsky, but there was no way he was touching him. Plus he wouldn't remember it anyway. It would have to be someone else. He looked past the boy and saw the perfect example. "Follow me."

He dived into the boy's bathroom with Karofsky close behind him. "Jacob! Wait a second!" He turned back to Karofsky. "Hold him for me?"

"Look, if this is about the blog, I said "alleged" sex change!" Jacob began to stutter. "Killing me will only confirm the rumours. And my source was...hey!"

"Okay," Kurt said, when Karofsky had the smaller boy restrained. Large hands clamped down tight on Jacob's shoulders, and holding him so that he was facing Kurt. "Don't freak out, alright?"

Karofsky gave him a quizzical look. "You're not going to set him on fire with your eyes are you? I'm not down with that."

"Set me on fire? Are you insane? Get off! Help! Help!" Kurt ignored him, removing a glove and shoving it into his pocket. "Get away from me, Hummel!" Kurt pressed a pinkie to Jacob's forehead. "Someone help...YOU SEXY BITCH! DROP THE SOAP! DROP THE SOAP!"

Karofsky nearly let go of the straining boy in his shock. "Jesus!"

Kurt dropped his hand down to his side with a sigh. "See?"

"What in the hell fuck was that?"

"I don't know! Anyone who touches me just freaks out and gets all sexual on me! And loud."

"What are two you talking about? Are you on meth?" Jacob demanded. "Let go of me! I have chess club."

"Do it again," Karofsky growled. "There's no way that's a real power."

Kurt sighed and pressed his pinkie back to the restrained boy.

"FUCK MY NECK!"

"Satisfied?" Kurt said, taking a step back and rubbing his fingers against his thigh.

Karofsky blinked and let go of Jacob almost absently. "Get out, Fro. Before you get a taste of The Fury!" He raised his fist and took a step towards him.

"But I haven't even used the facilities!"

"You pushing me, Israel?" Karofsky said in a threatening voice. "Hmm?"

"I'm going! I'm going!" He closed his hands into fists and glared at them. "This will be going on my website!"

The pair stood in silence until the bathroom door slammed shut.

"You know naming your appendages is completely lame, don't you?" Kurt offered weakly. Karofsky didn't respond, just stared him down. "It started yesterday. After the storm. I went to meet Blaine..."

"Your date?"

"Yes. I guess. And Blaine he...Well, he reacted like that."

"Blaine? The preppy kid that looks like he stepped out of a razor commercial?" Karofsky asked, his teeth gritted. "Did he hurt you?"

"No! I got out of there. Fast. And then it happened a few more times. I thought it was..." He made a motion to the back of his head. "But I guess not."

"And Bland? What did he say afterward?"

"Blaine didn't say anything." Kurt blushed. "People don't seem to remember. It's like a fugue or something."

"Christ. That sucks, Hummel."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt laughed. "I'm a teenage boy, hell, I'm a gay teenage boy. This is the best thing that could happen to me! People would kill for this power!"

"Power? Curse more like."

"You wouldn't understand." Karofsky gave a grunt. "No, you wouldn't. I've known this about me since I was kid. And I've had to live with everything that came with it. Everyone avoiding me, waiting until I had left the locker room before getting changed, disgusted to have me even touch them. You have no idea how lonely it is. No matter what's going on your head now. I've been out there for people to see since I could tie my laces. You haven't. And now? Now all it takes is my little finger to drive them insane. To want me."

"You can't seriously usethis on anyone, Hummel! You can't."

"Why not?" Kurt raised his chin and glared at him. "Why can't Icut loose once in a while?"

"Cut loose? Are you damaged? It's like giving someone a roofie and a Viagra at the same time!"

"Oh, don't be so melodramatic!" Kurt snapped.

"Shit! You've used it on someone!" Karofsky took a surprised step backwards. "You have, haven't you?"

"No! No!" Kurt said quickly. "Of course not."

Don't think of Blaine, don't think of Blaine, don't think of Blaine.

"You used it against him?"

Kurt chose not to reply, placing a hand on his hip and inspecting his nails intently.

"I thought he was your friend, Hummel! How could you take advantage of him like that?"

"Are you kidding me? You are talking to me about taking advantage?" Kurt scoffed. "You expect me to take an ethics lesson from you? Seriously? So it's fine for you to kiss me? It's just fiiiine for youto read my mind?"

"That isn't even in the same playing field, Fancy! I can't helpreading your mind! You can control your...your...whatever it is! And you know it or else why else would you be stood here dressed like a gay cat burglar?" Karofsky broke off and turned away. "As for the kiss?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I stopped, didn't I?"

This was the last thing Kurt wanted to get into with the moron. Sighing heavily he turned and looked into the mirror, smoothing a stray hair back. "You've made your point, okay? I get it."

"You just… You need to be careful. Sure, you can handle Jacob and Blah but what if you come across someone you can'thandle? Like a big guy? Someone my size?"

Kurt snapped his head round to peer at the jock, his eyes wide. Was that a threat?

"Christ! No. I just meant...watch your step That's all. Stay low and covered until I figure something out."

"What exactly are you going to do about it? Whip something up in woodshop?"

"I don't know! I'll think of something." He crossed his arms and for the first time that Kurt could remember the galoot looked almost vulnerable. "I hate knowing what people think about me. I hate it!"

Kurt looked away, the moment uncomfortable. Maybe Karofsky did understand what it was like to be him. Or would soon enough. After all. Kurt had been hearing what people thought about him all of his life.

"Hey." Kurt gave a small smile. "Do you have names for any other body parts?"

"What?" Karofsky saw the thought form in Kurt's mind. "No, don't you dare, Hummel!"

Kurt snapped his hand out, pressing the tips of his fingers to Karofsky's wrist. "What do you call your penis?"

"TREVOR!"

Kurt jumped back with a giggle and walked round the boy, who was busy blinking rapidly. "Damnit! You did your weird tapping thing, didn't you?"

"Maybe. I'll leave you, The Fury and Trevor to talk it over, shall I?"

Who did Karofsky think he was? The Morality Police? Kurt thought on his way to the music room. It would be a totally different story if it was the other way round. Karofsky would probably be having a pool party orgy with all the Cheerios by now. Well, the male ones, anyway.

"Oh," Kurt said as he entered and seeing Sam sat at the piano. "Hi, I didn't realize this room was being used." He held up his sheet music. "I just wanted to practice my assignment for Glee."

"Hey, dude! I won't be long." The blonde smiled back. "You doing Roy Orbison or something?"

"Sorry?" Kurt looked down at his outfit. "Er, no. Black's…in this month."

"You look like the Milk Tray Man." Sam laughed. "I'm just putting finishing touches to a song for Quinn. Do you want to hear? I could do with a second opinion."

Kurt gave a nod and leaned across the piano, chin in his hands as Sam began his song. He really was cute. He should have known that he'd have turned out to be straight. That was just his luck.

Kurt watched entranced as Sam belted out a particular difficult note, causing his large mouth to open even wider. Hmm, those soft plush lips.

Just his luck?

Well, Kurt Hummel's luck had changed.

"Sam?" Kurt said softly. He slipped off his gloves, placing them on top of the piano.

"What?" Sam broke off singing. "Was I out of tune?"

"No, you're not Finn." He came round the piano and stared down at Sam. "Do you mind if I...?" With a nervous, deep intake of breath he reached out a hand and rested it softly onto Sam's hair.

"It's not bleached it's...FUCK!" Sam leaned into the touch, almost purring in pleasure.

Shaking Kurt began to zip down his jeans with his other hand. It wasn't taking advantage. It wasn't. No matter what Karofsky said. And if he did it right this time he could stop another Blaine aftermath. Sam would never remember. He wouldn't.

"Can you help me, Sam? Please?" he whispered.

Sam nodded frantically easing himself from the piano stool to his knees. He stared up at Kurt with eyes blown almost black in lust. His hands came to the waist band of Kurt's jeans, tugging them and the briefs down in one violent pull. Kurt's semi erection bobbed out and he gasped at the cool air upon his skin. He didn't get time to savour it before Sam's mouth delved down upon him.

"Oh, my God!" he gasped, his free hand landing down hard on the piano, nails digging into the wood. He struggled to get his breathing under control as Sam roughly blew him. It was clumsy, and sloppy, and just about everything Kurt had ever fantasized about. A high pitched whine escaped from his lips when Sam began, holy hell, humming around his tip. "Yes! Yes!"

Sam's hands began to roam up and down his thighs as he sucked and Kurt was almost choking on his own breath. It wasn't going to take much longer. He threw back his head and groaned. He was close. So close. He needed to pull himself back. He stared at the wall across the room, concentrating on its dull tone, the framed photographs, the remains of blu-tac where posters had hastily been ripped down, on Puck who was walking through it.

Wait! Puck had just walked through the wall?

Kurt stared in shock at the other, his hand entangled in Sam's hair. Puck looked back, his eyes just as wide and surprised. The only noise that filled the room was the distasteful sound of Sam's sucking and slurping.

A clock ticked.

Puck walked backwards slowly, his eyes never leaving Kurt's, disappearing back through the wall.

Kurt would have spent more time thinking it over but Sam chose that moment to take him the deepest yet and gave his balls a small, tight squeeze. Kurt was gone. With a shout he fisted Sam's hair and emptied his load into his still grasping mouth.

"Wow. Wow…" he panted, looking down at Sam with hazy eyes. "That was…amazing." Sam smiled dirtily and licked the tip of Kurt's spent cock, his own eyes closing in pleasure. "No, stop." He pushed the boy off. "Okay, right. Right. I've got this." Kurt attempted to tuck himself back in while keeping his hand on Sam's head. It wasn't a roaring success. "Sam, could you help? No, don't take it out again. Put it back in! Okay, now zip up. Ow! Careful!"

"I WANT TO COME IN YOUR BANGS!"

"Fabulous. But there's enough product in it, thank you. I need you to rise up, come on, and, yeah, sit on this chair."

"I LOVE YOUR COCK!"

"Merci. Er, wipe your bottom lip? Just a bit more. There!" Kurt had to stretch to keep his fingers on the other boy's head. "Here goes!" He let go and took three jumps back.

Sam's filthy grin slipped and fell into a look of puzzlement. He glanced back to where Kurt had been previously standing and then down at the keys. "Er..."

"That was great!" Kurt cooed. "Quinn is going to love it!"

"I sang it?" Sam asked. "I sang it all?"

"Yes! And you were just really, really caught up in the moment." Kurt placed a hand over his heart and sighed. "It was sobeautiful."

"Really? Well, I'm glad you liked it, dude. Er, I guess I'll let you have the room then." He stood up and rubbed at the back of his head. "Ergh, I have the funkiesttaste in my mouth."

Kurt smiled. Next time he'd have to remember to fetch some mints.