Thanks for all the awesome comments I am in love with them all! Only a short chapter but I hope it will suffice.

So how did it get to this point? How did I manage to change from a polite little school boy into this cynic lying on the toilet floor with blood pouring out his nose, no job, no family, no real ambition. I could hear Kurt shrieking above me, screaming angrily at the guy as he tried to drag him out of the toilets before he'd had a chance to find his trousers.

It's simple really. I grew up. I felt like I'd been putting on an act for years, living my life like it was a script, doing exactly what I thought other people wanted me to do, being how they wanted to be. I'd do anything to fit in. It's funny. It's like you know you're different, but instead of embracing that and just going with it, you try to convince yourself that you're just like everybody else. I never ignored my sexuality, but I played it down. I thought that was what you were supposed to do.

And now here I was being dragged across the floor with my pants around my ankles, the security guard obviously wanting us out. If only the guys at Dalton could see me now, they'd be so proud.

...

Later that evening, in bed with a bag of peas on my bruised nose and a splitting headache, Kurt lay in between my legs, nuzzling my cock in an attempt to comfort me.

"You always know how to make me feel better." I smiled, inhaling sharply as he pulled down my boxers.

"Shh... just relax." Kurt breathed over my cock, of course this was causing me to do anything but relax...

"Oh..." I let out a breathy moan as he lapped at my head, my penis already straining towards him, desperate for attention.

"We need to be more careful baby." He was talking to my cock, nuzzling it again and planting tiny kisses on the shaft.

I groaned. "We're fine." He began licking a trail from my base to my tip, my whole body tightening in excitement.

"I could've got hurt..." He sounded a little upset.

"But you didn't... and I'm getting a blow-job out of it." I pointed out, flinching as he grazed his teeth over a sensitive spot.

"Just for that I'm going to make it a crap one..."

I laughed. "There's no such thing as a crap blow-job." I was lying though. I'd had a woman give me one once, she was clueless! But what did I expect? How was a woman meant to know what to do with a penis? It's like learning a foreign language.

To illustrate his point Kurt pushed my hips down onto the bed and deliberately caught my frenulum with his teeth.

"Fuck Kurt!" I cried out in pain.

He pulled back, I could tell that he was grinning just by the sound of his voice "Oops..."

"Fuck you!"

His tone suddenly changed. "Oh god Blaine..."

"What?" My penis was stinging like crazy, but I still had the bag of peas over my face so I was unable to check it out.

"I'm really sorry..."

"Huh?"

"I think I... well... I've definitely ripped it."

"You what?" I pulled the bag off my head and sat up to inspect the damage, Kurt holding it steady and straining to get a closer look in the dim light. "Is it bleeding?"

"Yeah... a lot..."

"Fucking hell Kurt, what did you do?"

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"You did it on purpose you fucker!"

"I know but... I didn't think..."

"Well I hope you realise this is far worse for you than it is for me! Now you've got a boyfriend without a penis!"

"Blaine don't you think you're being a bit over-dram..."

"No! No I don't! Argh! It bloody stings!"

"Hang on let me try and stop the bleeding..."

I winced as he wrapped his lips around me, his tongue pressed gently against the cut. I breathed in through gritted teeth.

After about a minute he pulled away. "Hm... it still looks sore."

"Seriously? It's not just miraculously healed around your oh so holy mouth? You're not Jesus you know... Jesus with his miracle cock healing power..."

"Jesus was a Jew Blaine..."

"So?"

"So he and all his disciples would've been circumcised."

"God Kurt it was just a joke!"

I sighed and flung my head back onto the pillows, flinching a little as the force caused pain to shoot up my nose.

"Well that's just another fucking problem I need to get checked out!" I said exasperatedly.

"Do you still want your blow-job?"

I did. I really did but I was too mad to let him anywhere near my cock.

"Surprisingly no."

"You should probably go to hospital baby." He sighed, kissing me on the forehead and rubbing his thumb over the damp skin. He knew I hated hospitals. I had done ever since the school dance when I had the living crap beaten out of me. They reminded me of how weak I used to be.

"Nah I'll be fine until tomorrow. I'll go to the doctors in the morning... I just want to sleep." I muttered. I still had my pissy voice on.

"But what if it falls off?" He said in mock concern.

"Then I guess you've got yourself one awesome dildo..."

...

And that is how I ended up sat in the doctor's office with Kurt by my side, absolutely no intention of talking about my nose or my cock. The only intention I had was to be a complete and utter dick.

"So what seems to be the problem?" The doctor inquired. He was a stereotypical doctor, the kind you see in children's books with the glasses and the comb-over. I wondered if he was born this way or whether he was just conforming. I had yet to see a doctor with tattoos and a skin-head.

"Well... I think it's pretty obvious why we're here." I smiled at him.

He smiled back at me, ready for me to start talking about my battered nose.

I paused for a moment and let out a shaky breath. "I'm gay."

"Ok..." he looked a little puzzled but he wasn't too shocked. I guess my bow-tie gave me away. Kurt however was narrowing his eyes at me. He probably thought this wasn't the time for a stunt. He was probably worried we might never have sex again. That would serve him right.

"So what can you do about it?" I asked, concerned.

"I'm sorry... I'm not quite following you?"

I took a deep breath. "Well I guess I better explain a little better. I was alright until last night... then the symptoms started coming on. You know like I had this overpowering urge to watch My Fair Lady and I just couldn't stop thinking about shoes."

Ah that pissed off look I was so very familiar with was starting to form, and it wasn't just the doctor, Kurt looked livid.

"And then... and this is when I knew I'd got something serious... I started humming the YMCA."

"Look if you're just going to waste my time then you're going to have to leave..."

I looked shocked. "Is this how you treat all your patients? I can't believe you think I'm wasting your time. I've got this disease! This fucking life-wrecking disease! And you want me to leave? Isn't there a cure?"

"I think the only person who can cure you is a psychiatrist." He rolled his eyes.

"A psychiatrist? Doctor I'm not mentally ill, I'm physically ill... I think I caught it off this guy." I gestured towards Kurt.

"Oh really?" He looked intrigued. "And how did you manage that?"

"Well I guess fucking him didn't help..."

The doctor slammed his hands down on the table. "Out!" He pointed to the door. "I don't know what you think you're playing at but I have far more important things to do."

"But doctor what if it spreads?"

"Look I don't treat gay people!"

The door was open as he shouted this, the whole of the waiting room gasping in shock, the young receptionist looking incredibly apologetic.

As Kurt and I shuffled out the door I attempted to sound offended. "Have you heard that?" I spoke to the whole room. "I've never met anybody so homophobic in my life!"

The receptionist beckoned us over. She obviously thought she was as liberal as they came, completely on our side and feeling oh so sorry for us. She smiled at us like she totally understood what we were going through, and she'd blatantly had training surrounding this kind of situation because she reeled off the usual bullshit.

"I am so sorry about that. Would you like to see a different doctor? I can fill in an incident report for you if you'd like." It was like a script. She knew exactly how to deal with us.

"Oh don't worry about that..." I began.

"Yes." Kurt interrupted, speaking through gritted teeth. I was going to be in so much trouble later. "We'd really like to see another doctor if you wouldn't mind." And he kicked me! Like actually kicked me! It fucking hurt as well.

"Ow" I muttered as she turned away to ring through to a different office.

"You're such a dick sometimes." Kurt sounded pissed. "Do you want that guy to lose his job?"

"I'd be doing him a favour." I smiled my winning smile, my 'I know I'm a knob but I'm a totally awesome knob' smile. "He'll finally be able to get that tattoo that he's always wanted, and he can have some tram lines cut into his hair."

It didn't take long before we entered the next GP's office, a woman this time... things certainly weren't looking good for my cock.

"So what seems to be the problem?" I guess everybody had a script. Best stick to mine.

"Well... I think it's pretty obvious why I'm here." I smiled at her, then grinned over at Kurt. "I'm gay."

Kurt's head fell into his hands in despair.

Like I said. Serves him right.

Do I have to write something here? I feel like I should.