"Seb I don't know if this is a good idea, especially after the disaster with Jeff," Blaine whispered following his friend into the darkened cafeteria.
"Relax, B," Sebastian waved off his concern. "We tested it remember. We know that it won't hurt anyone."
"Yeah because watching uncles Flint and Steve make out was so enjoyable," Blain grumbled, rolling his eyes.
Sebastian shrugged as he pulled open the swinging door into the kitchen and ushered Blaine in before following. "It served a purpose," he said. "We knew that the right endorphins were released, allowing them to be attracted to each other enough to want to explore that attraction."
"And the explosion of anger when it wore off wasn't enough of a deterrent to tell you this may not be a good idea?"
"Nope," the other responded cheerfully while pulling open one if the large fridges and peering inside. "Look at this as us helping all of these hormonal teenagers find a suitable mate."
"And you're absolutely sure there will be no side effects?"
"Positive." Grinning, Sebastian began pulling out the fifteen pitchers of juice going to be served at the special dance the following day and handing them to Blaine to be placed on the counter.
Dalton was hosting a dance and after watching some of their better acquaintances moaning about the girls attending from their sister school not liking them, the boys had set out to isolate a mixture which would release attraction endorphins, ensuring that their Dalton friends had nothing to worry about in the attraction department for the opposite sex. They had tested their experiment the precious weekend and had deemed it a success. Now it was just a matter of administrating it to the entire Dalton population attending the dance and their female counterparts.
Sebastian had come up with the solution of mixing their cocktail with the punch going to be served. This led to their midnight foray into Dalton's main cafeteria.
Grinning triumphantly, Sebastian pulled the vial from his blazer pocket and dropped some of the amber liquid into each of the juice containers. Capping the vial, he turned to Blaine. "There. Now this time tomorrow, our friends will all have women on their arms."
They silently crept back to their dorm room, excited to see their success the next day.
"Um, Seb? Why isn't Professor Andrews wearing any pants?" They both stood in the doorway to the gym, taking in the chaotic scene that was suppose to be Dalton's dance. A number of boys were dancing erratically while several girls stood off to the side giggling uncontrollably. Two girls on the bleachers were holding each other and sobbing uncontrollably while one of the chaperones from their sister school was doing a strip tease surrounded by upper classmen from Dalton throwing dollar bills at her. There were at least twenty couples around the room making out inappropriately and Blaine swore it looked like a orgie was taking place as discreetly as possible in a dark corner.
Frowning, Sebastian wandered over to the refreshments table and poured himself a small glass of the punch. Sipping it, he made a disgusted and returned to Blaine side still clutching the cup. "It's been spiked," he whispered in Blaine's ear.
Groaning, Blaine dropped his face into his hands. "Of course," he moaned. "That explains why everyone is acting crazy."
Sebastian nodded in agreement. "The endorphins from the alcohol mixed with the endorphins from our cocktail have hit everyone twice as hard. They're all in a state of ultimate euphoria mixed with them being horny."
Sighing, Blaine grabbed Sebastian's hand and dragged him from the gym. "Come on. Let's go back to our room so we have plausible deniability that this was causes by us." Sebastian followed reluctantly, intrigued by the events he wanted to stay as a spectator.
Dalton and her sister school cancelled classes the next day to an outbreak of an extreme stomach virus. Most of the population of the dance were forced to spend their day nursing the toilets in the dorms.
With the free day, Blaine and Sebastian made their way to the lab with the punch cup Sebastian had saved from the dance. They wanted to study the reaction their cocktail had with the alcohol.
"Just think, B," Sebastian enthused, opening the lab door and ushering in his friend. "If we can countermand the side-effects we can have another field test ready in time for Valentine's Day."
Blaine simply groaned in response.