I love you guys. Seriously, every review makes me so happy! I hope I keep living up to the previous chapters. This one is M, ladies and gents ;) Enjoy!

Rated: M for language and sexual content

Kurt rushed into the boy's locker room, thanking Gaga that it was empty. This was, perhaps, the only time when nobody used the gym, and he was going to take full advantage of his alone time.

Kurt fell agianst a locker in the far corner and slid down to the floor, trying so hard to erase the image of Blaine's bulging pants, trying so hard not to feel the shock sent up his legs when Blaine's hand fell into his lap. His breathing was so heavy he thought he might pass out.

Is this normal? He had never felt this turned on, this needy.

Even Rachel's boobs couldn't save him now. What were boobs next to Blaine's muscles pinning him against a wall, pressing his dick against Kurt's leg?

His head fell back against the locker and he groaned, his skinny jeans becoming impossibly tight. Too much, it was all too much.

His heart pounded faster as he ghosted his hand down his chest, feeling the definition of muscles under his fingers. His eyes snapped shut and he bit back a moan as he allowed his hand to press against his erection. Maybe this would be enough.

Why would it, though? Kurt wasn't an expert on this kind of thing. He had only done it once, with no motivation besides the impending doom of puberty and hormones. But lunch would end in fifteen minutes and Kurt needed to keep his mind on classes, not the sexual tension he felt whenever he thought of Blaine.

The second his mind was made up, Kurt felt the muscles in his stomach tighten with anticipation. He stretched his legs out so that he could unbutton his pants and pull them down slightly. Slowly, he pulled his member out of his briefs and hissed at the cold air hit it. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, head hitting the locker again as his sensitive nerves begged for more. He closed his eyes and began stroking himself, imagining that it was Blaine's strong hands wrapped around him, stroking him into submission.

He wanted Blaine so bad it hurt, and he stroked himself faster, his hand guided forward by the slight coating of his pre-cum. Part of him couldn't believe he was doing this in such a public place. Anyone could walk in at any time and his life would be over, that simple. But he didn't care. He didn't care at the moment if someone walked in and watched, as long as they stayed quiet and let him finish.

This all felt so new to Kurt. He let his body slump over a bit and reached under his shirt, his hand straying to his sensitive nipple and pinching slightly.

"Shit!" His hips jerked forward and for a moment he couldn't breathe as he pulled on his cock once more, coating his hand in cum. His breathing turned shallow as he rode through his orgasm, eyes rolling in the back of his head. He slumped down on the floor, unable to move. He felt so...good.

"Kurt? Is that you?"

"FUCK!" With energy that he didn't realize he had, Kurt sprung up from the floor and tried to run to the bathroom, but Rachel was blocking the way.

"Kurt, what are you-" Rachel cut off as her eyes strayed down to his pants and widen almost comically.

Well, this is awkward.

Kurt yanked his backpack up and shielded his naked lower half, but it was too late. Rachel had already seen more than enough.

"Excuse me," he squeeked out before he pushed passed her. He washed his hand off and went in to a stall to clean himself off and hang his head in shame. He had gone way too far, and now Rachel would probably avoid him like the plague.

He flushed the toilet and opened the stall door only to find Rachel in front of him with her arms crossed.

"Is this why you've been yelling at your penis all day?" Kurt sighed and walked passed her.

"Yes Rachel, yes it is. Now, if you'll excuse me-"

"Wait, Kurt!" She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face her. "Don't you think this is something you should talk to Blaine about?"

"No," Kurt whined, his face turning bright red. "It's only because of my damn medicine! Blaine never has to know about this. Any of this."

"So...What if I went up to him and said something along the lines of "Hey Blaine, I walked in on your boyfriend jerking-""

"Never," he whispered, sounding incredibly dangerous as he slapped a hand over Rachel's mouth. "He will never know about this. And you are going to forget this ever happened, as am I." He walked away from Rachel and sat down on a bench, hanging his head in his hands. Rachel sat next to him and remained quiet for about a minute, a real accomplishment for her.

"Kurt, talk to Finn about this."

"Absolutely not."

"There's nothing wrong with masterbation, Kurt. I do it all the time."

Kurt's eyes widen and he buried his head in his hands, shaking it to try to throw the mental images from his mind. Of course, when he doesn't need a boner kill Rachel provides him with one.

"I don't want to know."

"Just talk to Finn. Please. I don't want you getting so frustrated that you decide to start abusing your poor penis." Kurt turned bright red and Rachel gasped, before she started hitting him lightly on the shoulder.

"Not like that! Get your mind out of the gutter...or, locker room." Now it was Kurt's turn to playfully smack her. She put her arm through his and they walked out of the locker room. Kurt decided not to ask Rachel why she kept popping up everywhere. Better that he didn't know, anyway. Maybe she had a boner alert or something.

"By the way, Kurt, your dick in huge."

I love the Rachel I've been creating xD She's just way too much fun to write! Hope you guys liked this! It's just going to go down hill from here...or down south...ok, bad sexual puns aside, REVIEW PLEASE!

P.S. I'm terribly sorry, but there's nothing I can do about the length. Of the story, that is. I suck at writing long chapters xD