Wow, I just realized something. My readers are naughty! Every single one of you said I should up this to M. Well, you get your wish. Mind you, writing about sexual things still makes me blush a bit (I have no idea why) but it's deff something I can do :)

So, here is the next chapter! I think it's still T, but each chapter will get gradually worse until I'm forced to change the rating. Review, please!

Kurt was doing pretty good with avoiding Blaine for the rest of the day. Since Blaine was a year younger than him they had no classes together. The only thing they had together was Glee club, which, evidently, happened to be today. But he would focus all his attention on Mr. Schue. Or Rachel.

Yeah, Rachel...

Lunch was a bit harder to maneuver since the entire Glee club sat with each other, but Kurt decided that he'd just give lunch a try. After all, just because the doctor said he'd be easily aroused didn't mean it'd happen again today. Kurt wasn't like many boys his age, so maybe he'd have less side effects. Maybe.

"Kurt!" Blaine was standing on a chair in the corner of the cafeteria frantically waving at him. For about five seconds Kurt just shook his head, wondering why he was surprised to see Blaine on furniture. Blaine had been at McKinley for a month now; Kurt was kind of surprised that it had taken him this long to dominate the furniture.

Thoughts of furniture flew right out the window, however, when Kurt's eyes skimmed over Blaine's pants. Once again, it was a moment of look-how-cute-he-looks-in-pants-that-don't-really-fit versus dear-God-look-at-his-package.

Blaine's pants did look like they were a size too small on his, both length and width. He had the cuffs folded up his legs and the fabric clung to his thighs. But they weren't skinny jeans.

No, Kurt was well aware of what skinny jeans would do to Blaine. They'd push everything in like they did to Kurt on a daily basis. Kurt would never admit it, but when he was by himself at home he practically jumped out of his skinny jeans and layed on bed, just letting his man-parts breathe a bit.

It wasn't easy looking fabulous.

Blaine was wearing normal pants, just too small. They emphasized his toned thighs and made him look taller than he really was. Most of all, they bulged right in the crotch.

Like, really bulged.

Kurt gulped loudly and tried to tear his eyes away, but they were glued.

Rachel's boobs, Rachel's boobs...

It was hard to imagine Rachel's cleavage when his gorgeous boyfriend was standing on a chair, practically inviting the entire cafeteria to stare at his enormous member. Kurt felt his cheeks heat up and turned away, leaning against the food counter.

Bad. Penis!

"Kurt, I'm starting to worry about you," Rachel said from behind him.

"Grilled Cheesus! Warn me next time you're right behind me. You're certainly making a habit of sneaking up on me." Kurt pulled his shirt down a bit more, grabbed his tray, and headed for the salad counter.

"And you are making a habit of talking to your penis. Is this a new trend, or have you just been more vocal about it?"

Kurt choked on the cucumber slice he had just begun chewing and stared at Rachel, wide-eyed. She misinterpretted his expression and barrelled on with her analysis.

"Of course, I'm always a fan of people being more vocal, but I do believe there are some things that other people just should not hear, you know?"

"Rachel, hold your hideous, unmatching-colored sweater for a sec." She looked offended but curious as Kurt pulled her closer. "Did I...Did I say that out loud?"

"Umm, duh." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Why else would I have heard it? I'd love to read minds, but, alas, God has not granted me that gift yet."

"Yet?"

"Yes," She spun on him. "One day I'll be able to read minds. And then I'll know why you've been yelling at your penis so much today. Now, your boyfriend looks about ready to freak out with worry, so run along." She pushed him to the table and Kurt took a seat next to Blaine, avoiding the boy as he climbed down from the chair.

"Must you deface the furniture all the time?" kurt muttered. Blaine slid down next to him and sat with his legs spread, hands dangling between them.

"I never realized that you had a problem with it," he chuckled. When Kurt remained silent, chewing a piece of lettuce, Blaine leaned forward.

"Kurt, seriously, are you feeling alright?" He reached his hand to touch Kurt's forehead but Kurt jerked away so fast that Blaine's hand fell and landed without either of them knowing where it would land.

It was just Kurt's luck that it landed in his lap.

He jumped up so fast that he knocked his drink over.

Crap! Pick up the drink, or cover the boner and make a run for it? Courtesy, or self-preservation?

Kurt didn't even bother with the drink. He turned and booked it out of the cafeteria as fast as possible, ignoring Blaine's shouts and apologies, only one word running through his mind as he ran to the boy's locker room.

Boobs, boobs, BOOBS DAMMIT!

He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep this up without cracking. Blaine would find out sooner or later, he was sure.

Well, that was fun!

Warning: Next chapter will force me to up this to M, so y'all are getting your wish. Stick around, and PLEASE REVIEW!