A/N So glad you guys are liking this story! I still have no clue where it is going to end up, I just let the muse in my head take over. I do have an inkling what is going to happen, but until it appears on my screen, nothing is set in stone, and even then I never know if I am going to hit the back button or not...
I changed up the timeline from canon a little, but it was necessary to advance the story.
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Kurt reread the letter for the fifth time. This was ridiculous! He was being accused of stealing someone else's research? He didn't have time for this! Regionals were four weeks away, and their choreography was almost perfect, plus the qualifying round for the all state science fair was coming up the week after Valentine's Day. He and Blaine had submitted their joint research, although they still hadn't been able get the formula to work on females. They were finally going to test Blaine's theory that afternoon, but now he didn't know what to do.
He was still fuming when Blaine arrived in the lab after lunch. The shorter boy could tell immediately that something wasn't right. "Kurt? What's the matter?"
The pale boy handed him the letter without a word. Blaine took it and began to read out loud;
"Dear Mr. Hummel and Mr. Anderson, we appreciate your interest in competing in the regional science fair. Your previous participation proves to us that you are passionate about science. However, it has come to our attention that the work you have presented has also been presented by another northern Ohio student as well. The individual is claiming that you have stolen their work. A member of the governing committee will be coming to Dalton to interview you both, and investigate your work. We will not be able to accept your submission for the regional competition until the outcome of the investigation. Your full cooperation in these matters is appreciated."
Blaine reread the letter to himself, stunned. "Someone else is researching pheromones?"
Kurt growled. "No, someone stole our research. As soon as I read the letter the first time, I went through my notes again, to make sure that I had everything ready to show the investigator, and discovered several of my notes missing. I don't know who or when. I've been trying to figure out who the other person could be. I know it's not Jeff, he was showing me the project he was working on. It's brilliant, he'd have no reason to try and sabotage us. But it has to be someone here at Dalton, or someone here is helping someone outside the school."
Blaine looked like someone had kicked his puppy. "Who would do this to us? And Why? Are you sure you didn't misplace your notes?"
Kurt gave him his Bitch, please, face. "I have an eidetic memory, Blaine. I remember every single little detail of my life since I was three years old. I remember exactly where I left my notes."
Blaine had the good sense to look thoroughly impressed. "What are we going to do?"
Kurt sighed and looked slightly defeated. He slumped down on to a stool by his work station. "What can we do? When the investigator arrives, we'll give them all of our evidence and hope they conclude in our favor. In the meantime, we continue with our research. We're still on for this afternoon, aren't we?"
"Yes, I convinced Wes and David that it would be a good thing to give a preview of our routine for Regionals and get feedback on it. He's made arrangements with Crawford."
Kurt nodded. It was true, it would be good to get some feedback on their routine from a unbiased party, but the real reason they were doing this was to test out the altered base formula nine and pheromones to see if it affects females. Blaine had theorized that adding two chemicals that are naturally produced by the human body might make it more effective on the other gender. Kurt thought the addition of Oxytocin was sound, but wondered if the addition of adenylyl cyclase was really necessary. The first was also known as the cuddle hormone, while the second was a chemical the body produced that caused the blood vessels in the face to constrict, or in layman's terms, it made you blush.
"And you plan on putting the mixture in the foam?"
The darker boy nodded. "I'm guessing that if we engage all the senses, the formula might be more effective."
"Sounds reasonable. Also, it will be interesting to see how effective it is when it is released to the general area, and not anchored to a single person. If it could be introduced through air vents in schools, it could possibly lower all types of violent behavior." The image of Karofsky kissing him and then punching him flitted through his mind, but they could figure out a solution to that later.
…
That afternoon, the Warblers gathered in an abandoned warehouse between Dalton and Crawford Country Day, their sister school. The girls of Crawford's show choir, The Pixie Chicks, had a strict no fraternization rule about dating Warblers. Wes had to bribe them to come today by promising to pay for new costumes for them. Blaine gave a brief explanation of what they were attempting to do (minus the part about the formula, of course.) Then the Warblers began to harmonize.
Woooaaahhh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
The girls stood around, looking bored. This was good, in Kurt's mind. This showed that without the formula's influence, the females were uninterested in interacting with the group of males.
Here we go again
I kinda wanna be more than friends
So take it easy on me
I'm afraid you're never satisfied
Here we go again
We're sick like animals
We play pretend
You're just a cannibal
And I'm afraid I wont get out alive (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
No I won't sleep tonight
Foam began to pour down over everyone and everything. It didn't take long for the girls to respond. Kurt would consider this a success, as he watched the girls loosen up and begin to flirt with the boys.
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight (Woooaaahhh)
Blaine glanced over at Kurt, and noticed the boy making some strange faces. He wondered if the pale boy was feeling okay as the song continued.
Here we are again
I feel the chemicals kickin' in
It's gettin heavy
And I wanna run and hide
I wanna run and hide
I do it every time
You're killin' me now (Killin' me now)
And I won't be denied by you
The animal inside of you
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight
Hush hush the world is quiet
Hush hush we both can't fight it (Woooooaah)
It's us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?
No, I won't sleep tonight
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin'
Here we go again (Wo, oh)
Here we go again (Wo, oh)
Here we go again (Wo, oh)
Take a bite of my heart tonight
Wo, oh, I want some more
Wo, oh, What are you waitin' for?
What are you waitin' for?
Say goodbye to my heart tonight
As the song came to an end, both Kurt and Blaine admitted that the modified formula seemed to have worked. Kurt hugged the shorter boy.
"It worked!"
Blaine smiled. "It appears so. We do still need more testing to be certain. Hey, are you feeling okay? You looked like you were in pain during the song."
Kurt frowned. Blaine thought he looked like he was in pain? He'd been trying to look sexy. What did this mean? Did Blaine not find him attractive? And why did that thought hurt so much? "I'm fine," he said, his tone flat. He excused himself and headed back to the lab.
…
Blaine watched him go, and realized he'd just made a huge mistake. He gathered his things and headed back to the lab, intending to apologize to Kurt. When he arrived, he found Kurt furiously searching the store room. "Damn it, where is it?" he mumbled.
"Kurt? What's the matter?"
"It's missing!"
"What's missing?"
"Our formula, and all of the pheromones we had in stock."
