I think this chapter is a little better. I might go back to chapter 1 and edit it because I actually hate it. A small child could have written it, a small child with a very dirty mind but a small child nonetheless.

"It's like... when people come near me or something. Like when they touch me they're desperate to have sex with me."

"Wow I wish that happened to me..." I could tell Blaine didn't get it, he was rolling his eyes at me, probably wondering when I'd got so vain.

"No listen to me! I'm not making this up."

"Kurt... I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm always desperate for it. This isn't something weird and new..."

We were walking swiftly down the corridor. Initially Blaine had wanted to head to the school nurse to discuss his memory loss but I'd seen enough X-Men movies to know that if they discovered anything was even the slightest bit out of the ordinary I'd be locked up and scientifically tested on.

"Oh so you're a mutant now?" Blaine had drawled. "You're a sexually charged mutant that has evolved simply to make boys have sex with you."

I had ignored that.

"Seriously Kurt, just because someone is interested in you sexually it doesn't mean there's some weird spooky shit going on. I mean maybe if it was Rachel then yeah I could understand..."

"Watch." It was the only way I was going to shut him up.

I stepped up to the nearest half-decent looking boy and grabbed his hand.

His whole body instantly began shaking with need, his free hand reaching urgently towards me as he blurted out the words:

"I want to come in your mouth."

I let go before he had the chance to get me cornered, glancing back at Blaine with an 'I told you so' smirk on my face. He was glaring at the boy in disgust, his eyes narrowing angrily.

"What did you just say?"

The boy looked confused, rubbing his forehead as he tried to recall the last 3 seconds. "I er... don't remember..."

"What did you just say to my boyfriend?" I shook my head and tried to usher Blaine away but he wasn't having any of it.

"I didn't say anything to your boyfriend."

"Yes you just fucking did."

"Blaine..." I hissed. "It's not his fault."

"You stay away from him." Blaine threatened. "You fucking stay away..."

I grabbed Blaine's collar and began marching him up the corridor. The last thing we wanted was a fight, any sort of physical contact from anybody and I'd be screwed, literally.

"Now do you believe me?"

He didn't look convinced. "I believe there are some dirty little perverts about..."

I stopped abruptly, my hands held up in surrender. The bell had gone and the corridors were emptying, but this was far more important than French class.

"Kiss me." I ordered, stepping into an empty classroom. "Kiss me and let's see what happens."

"Well you don't need to be a fucking scientist to predict what that's gonna do to me..." He followed me in.

"Kiss me and let's see if you remember."

He shrugged. "Ok but if I get an erection that doesn't prove anything."

He leaned in to peck me on the lips, his hand sliding around my neck affectionately, his fingers playing delicately with my hair.

"Mmm..." His peck immediately turned into a much more intense kiss, his tongue pressing violently against mine as he tried to force his way deeper into my mouth. "Fuck me" he mumbled, moaning softly as his hand ran down to cup my arse.

"Blaine..." I tried to push him away but his grip was too strong, he was squeezing my arse tightly and pressing his crotch firmly against mine. His erection was obvious, and he began rubbing it urgently against me, gasping as he caught a sensitive spot.

"The things I'm gonna do to you..." He moaned. "I'm gonna fuck you til I'm sore."

I let out a little squeak at his words, my stomach lurching in excitement as he slipped his hands under my shirt.

"I bet you love it when I fuck you dry." He winked.

And that was it. It must have all been too much for me. I came.

"Ah!" I let out a shaky yelp as I spilled into the tight confines of my pants, my whole body tensing as the pleasure coursed through me. "Oooh fuck..." I let my head drop onto his shoulder in defeat.

Even in his heightened state Blaine seemed to acknowledge what had happened.

"Oh god that's so fucking hot. Let me lick you clean..."

"Blaine... no..." His hands were already tugging at my pants.

I was so shaken up by my unexpected eruption that I didn't have the energy to put up much of a fight. All I could do was mutter little pleas that fell on deaf ears.

My pants were around my ankles in seconds and he immediately leant down to lap vigorously at my cock. I couldn't help but moan.

"Blaine you shouldn't... oooh."

"You taste so good."

I whimpered softly as he took me in his mouth, sucking down hard on my flaccid member. He was distracted, this was my opportunity to slip away, but to be honest... well... I didn't want to. I let him continue for the good part of a minute before I eventually found some self-control and pushed him backwards.

Blaine yelped as he found himself landing heavily on the floor. He looked up to be greeted my underwear smacking him directly in the face. I'd done myself proud. I was normally a bad shot.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"For wrecking my second pair of underwear!"

Blaine glanced down to inspect the mess in my pants and smiled. He fucking SMILED. "Oh I'm good."

I scowled and he winked at me mischievously as if he were trying to wind me up.

And then it happened again. I felt my stomach tighten, blood rush to my utterly spent cock, and I came all over the floor. I could've cried. I had some serious problems.

"Fucking hell Kurt..." Blaine was gawping at me.

"I don't..." My eyes were welling up. "I don't understand."

"Aw Kurt..." Blaine was standing up now, obviously wanting to comfort me, but all I could do was back away. "It's ok. It's no big deal."

"What's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you..."

"Yes there is! I can't even look at you without coming! And you can't even touch me without getting an erection!"

"And that's different to usual how exactly?"

I couldn't help but smile. He always knew how to cheer me up. I stared at him deep in thought for a second before having my eureka moment.

"Wink at me..." I suggested.

"Huh?"

"I've just thought of something. Wink at me."

And voila! I was soon spilling out all over again, my body totally and utterly spent.

So it turned out not only did Kurt have the power to seduce any boy he touched, I also had the power to make boys come whenever I winked at them. And weirdly, it was only boys. We'd tried it on Rachel as a joke and got nowhere. Then again maybe she was just completely asexual and a one off exception. It wouldn't surprise me if there was nothing down there.

I must admit I was abusing my power. If anybody looked at me funnily, or if there was just anybody that I rather liked the look of, I winked at them and smiled to myself as I watched them come undone.

Kurt had caught me doing it, and to be honest he didn't seem too happy about it.

"You just winked at him!"

I played with my bowtie guiltily. "No I didn't. I just had something in my eye..."

"Yes you did! I saw it Blaine."

"So what if I did?" I shrugged. "I'm just having a bit of fun."

"That's cheating Blaine. You're cheating on me." He looked angry.

"It's not cheating. I didn't even touch him!" I don't know why I was even bothering to argue, I wasn't going to win.

"Not cheating? It's the very definition of cheating!" When his voice got this high it was usually time to make the peace.

"Look I don't care about that guy ok? I was just trying it out. It's like when you get a new ipod, and it's awesome, and you just want to use it all the time."

"Oh then you won't mind me trying out my new trick then." He shot back, hands on his hips to show he meant business.

"That's different."

"Oh I don't care about the guy either." He scoffed. "I just want to try it out. It's like when you get a new ipod..."

"Ok! Ok! I get it."

I made a mental note to be more discreet in future.

"You think this is cool don't you? You actually think this is cool." He was off on one of his rants now. There was no shutting him up.

"Well I'm not complaining..."

"Well let me ask you this. How exactly do you think we're going to have sex?"

I stared at him like he had completely lost the plot.

"Well that's easy isn't it? You can just touch me and I'll be all over you, and all I have to do is wink and you're sorted!"

"Blaine..." He looked serious.' "What's the point in having sex if you can't remember it?"

"Loads of people have sex and can't remember it. It's called being drunk..."

He rolled his eyes.

Seriously though I was worried. I wasn't going to admit it but I knew he was right. I didn't want sex to be a distant memory. I didn't want to forget what it was like to touch Kurt, to be inside him, to kiss him. I couldn't even hold his hand.

One look at Kurt told me he was thinking the same thing.

"It's not the same..." he whispered, biting his lip nervously as if he was scared of telling me. "You're not you... you're like this other person... like you're empty..."

I nodded. "It's ok. We'll sort something out." I gave him an encouraging smile. "Maybe I can give you a blowjob through a condom...?"

He smiled back. "I'd like that..."

They shot straight to the top of my shopping list.

I was jealous. Incredibly jealous. And not only because Blaine was using his power on other boys, but also because it was better than mine. I mean if you think about it my power was getting boys to rape me. That's not a superpower. Spiderman never got raped, he never saved Mary Jane by seducing the villains. He did make people come in their pants though... Blaine being one of them. I was never really into the whole superhero thing but Blaine had been completely and utterly besotted with Toby McGuire as a pre-pubescent teen. He was such a geek.

He was the one who had come up with the whole idea that we had 'superpowers' and that we were meant to use them for good. He'd got it into his head that he was going to save the world somehow by making people come in their pants. I was being more realistic.

Thankfully so far we had nothing to save the world from, except Rachel Berry's outfits. There was one thing we'd overlooked though, the fact that we weren't the only ones to have suddenly acquired 'superpowers'. The fact that Santana had suddenly started eyeing up boys in the corridor, the fact that she'd refused to go on tonight's date with Brittany. The fact that the weedy little gay kid in the year below had started wearing plain white sneakers and ill-fitting t-shirts. We hadn't noticed yet, but it was as if someone was wiping us out, wiping gayness out, like someone had the power to make people straight and they'd figured out exactly how to use it.

An improvement? Thank you for all your comments last time, I was pleasantly surprised!