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Chapter 8 – The Janitor's Closet

Please don't be affected," he begged to himself just as his dad stepped through his bedroom door.

"Dad," Kurt squeaked, his eyes darting to the window to ensure Sam and Puck were completely out of his sight. Luckily his dad didn't seem to notice anything.

"You ok?" Burt asked Kurt concernedly. "You look a little flushed."

"I'm fine," Kurt answered a little too quickly.

"What's that all over your face?" Burt asked and Kurt felt absolutely mortified realising it must be cum.

"Mayonnaise," Kurt lied. "I had a tuna salad sandwich."

"Alright," Burt shrugged and Kurt was eternally grateful that his dad accepted the lie with such ease. "Is that shirt inside out?"

"What? No," Kurt said even though he had indeed put his shirt on the wrong way in his hurry to dress. "This is fashion, dad."

"If you say so," Burt grunted. "I don't get it, but hey, if that's what you wanna wear then that's great. But I'll stick to flannel."

Kurt just released an awkward laugh, still on tenterhooks. His dad hadn't tried anything out of the ordinary yet but Kurt still wasn't entirely sure if he was safe.

"Is there something you wanted?" Kurt asked nervously, sincerely hoping his question wouldn't be interpreted as some kind of sexual invitation if his dad had been affected.

"I was thinking we could all have take-out tonight," Burt said. "What are you in the mood for? Chinese, Indian, Pizza?"

"Pizza's good," Kurt replied. "Is… is that it?" he asked hopefully.

"That's it," Burt assured. "Are you feeling ok, buddy?"

"Fine, I'm fine," Kurt insisted. "I'm just… it's been a really weird day."

"Yeah, weird how?" Burt asked.

"Trust me, you don't want to know," Kurt told him.

"I'll take your word for it," Burt replied as the front door opened and closed. "That sounds like Finn," Burt said and Kurt tensed up a little. "There's a big game on tonight, you coming down to watch with us?"

"I have homework," Kurt excused.

"Ok, I'll call you when the pizza's here," Burt smiled. "You should probably wash that mayo off your face," he advised before stepping back out of the room and closing the door.

"Oh thank god," Kurt exclaimed in relief.

He quickly righted his shirt before following his dad's advice and washing his face. As he was stepping out of the bathroom, he met Finn in the hall. His step-brother was staring at his lips and his hands balled into fists. It seemed to be taking him a great deal of effort to remain in his position and not reach out to try and touch and kiss Kurt.

"Um, hi," Kurt said awkwardly and Finn squeezed his eyes shut, breathing rather heavily.

"Kurt, please," Finn practically whimpered. "Stay away."

"Right, yeah, of course, sorry," Kurt stammered out and he quickly moved past Finn, taking care not to touch him, before shutting himself in the safety of his bedroom.

Later on, when the pizza arrived, Kurt made his way downstairs and sat on the sofa with his dad and Carole.

"Finn, honey, foods here," Carole called up to her son but Finn yelled down that he wasn't hungry. "I've never known Finn to not be hungry," Carole said with concern.

"Is he ill?" Burt asked.

"He's just had a bad day," Kurt excused. "Rachel's being a drama-queen again," he improvised. "I think he just wants to be left alone."

"Well I'd better take him some food up," Carole replied.

Kurt managed to avoid Finn for the rest of the night and his dad was thankfully normal around him. So Kurt went to bed with no more kisses to add to his list.

The following morning, he woke up a little later than normal and had to rush around a little bit to get ready. Heading downstairs, he discovered that his dad and Carole had already left and it was just him and Finn alone in the house.

"Finn?" Kurt asked tentatively stepping into the kitchen where the taller teen was wolfing down his breakfast. "How are you feeling today?"

"Better," Finn replied through a mouthful of food. "I don't wanna kiss you, no offence."

"None taken," Kurt answered feeling relieved. "So, no desire at all? You're completely one-hundred percent normal again?"

"I think so," Finn said. "I mean, I don't know what was wrong with me yesterday but it's over now. No more inappropriate kissing, I promise. But I do feel sorta awkward. Could we just forget it ever happened?"

"Consider it forgotten," Kurt smiled. "Yesterday was just freaky."

"Is it true that Mr. Schue kissed you?" Finn asked.

"Unfortunately, yes," Kurt admitted and he shuddered slightly at the memory. "Rachel was even writing a song about it."

"How many guys actually, you know?" Finn asked uneasily.

"A few," Kurt shrugged.

"What actually happened?" Finn asked. "What made all us guys wanna kiss you? Not that its weird for a guy to wanna kiss you. I'm sure all the gay boys would think you're hot or whatever, but for gay guys its normal, for straight guys, not so much."

"I can't explain what happened, Finn," Kurt told him. "I think its best we just forget about it. If you're… cured or whatever then hopefully everybody else is too."

"I guess we have to go to school and put it to the test," Finn said.

Together, Kurt and Finn slipped into Kurt's navigator and drove to McKinley. Kurt parked the car and looked around the lot in search of any other male students.

"There's Mike," Finn pointed out.

"Yeah, he kissed me," Kurt recalled. "Don't tell Tina," he added to Finn.

The two step-brothers climbed out of the car and Finn called out to Mike. The dancer spun around and slowly walked to meet them.

"Hey, dude," Finn greeted.

"Hey," Mike replied with a polite smile looking between the other two.

"So, um, we were kind of wondering if you're back to normal too," Finn said.

"I am," Mike informed them. "I'm really sorry about yesterday, Kurt."

"It's ok," Kurt assured him.

The three boys continued towards the school. A number of guys did turn to look at Kurt but nobody showed any signs of wanting to kiss him.

"So far so good," Finn commented.

"It looks everyone's back to normal," Mike observed.

Azimio came stalking down the corridor and he roughly shoved Kurt as he barged past him.

"Hey," Finn complained defensively.

"Forget it, Finn," Kurt told him. "Azimio shoving me is a vast improvement compared to what he wanted to do yesterday."

They continued through the hallways, a lot of guys looking awkward and embarrassed when their eyes landed on Kurt. Down the other end, Mr. Schue appeared and he went pale as he spotted Kurt. He then turned on his heel and hastily walked the other way, clearly mortified over his behaviour the day before.

"Ok, everything's good, no need to worry," Kurt said confidently and decisively.

"You sure?" Finn asked and Kurt nodded as a couple of jocks walked past, determinedly not looking at Kurt. "Ok, see you later, bro."

"Bye, Kurt," Mike said before walking in the other direction with Finn.

Arriving at his locker, Kurt took out a couple of books and heard the sound of someone clearing their throat beside him. Looking round, he found a sheepish looking Artie wiping his glasses.

"Hey Artie," Kurt smiled.

"Yesterday was crazy, Yo," Artie declared.

"I did notice," Kurt replied.

"You are ok, right?" Artie checked. "Nothing too bad or serious happened?"

"There were a few scary moments," Kurt answered thinking back to Jesse St James choking him on the bathroom floor. "But I got home safely. No permanent damage done."

"Good," Artie said slipping his glasses back on. "And, hey, I'm sorry I got weird."

"It wasn't your fault," Kurt told him fairly. "And trust me; you were definitely one of the better kisses I was subjected to yesterday."

"Really? Cool," Artie commented sounding rather proud and flattered. "But next time you wanna get with this you'd better take me on a proper date," Artie joked. "See you in second period," he said before rolling away.

Collecting his books, Kurt shut his locker and started towards his classroom. Along the way, he bumped into Sam, the blonde's books falling to the floor.

"Sorry," Kurt apologised feeling himself blush.

"It's ok," Sam assured bending to retrieve his books. As he stood up, Kurt discovered that Sam was blushing too. "Um, here are your books."

"Those are your books, Sam," Kurt pointed out.

"Oh, right," Sam replied clutching the books to his chest and looking anywhere but at Kurt as his face turned redder.

"Sam," Kurt sighed. "About yesterday, I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, me too," Sam said shifting from foot to foot. "Um, I hope we can still be friends. You know, not let what happened yesterday make things too weird."

"No, no of course not," Kurt replied. "We're friends, Sam, of course we are."

"Good," Sam smiled shyly, his face still burning. "Um, I gotta get to class so, um, I'll see you later… friend."

Kurt returned Sam's shy smile with one of his own and watched the blonde walk away. He continued towards his classroom, passing the Spanish room on his way. He couldn't help but slow down and peek his head inside, looking for David Martinez. As though sensing Kurt's gaze, the Spanish teacher looked up and walked over to the student.

"Morning, sweetheart," Mr. Martinez said quietly so no-one else would hear.

"Morning, sir," Kurt replied.

"Did you get home safely?" Mr. Martinez asked and Kurt nodded. "Everything back to normal today?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," Kurt answered.

"Good," Mr. Martinez replied flashing Kurt his brilliantly white smile. "Get to class," he instructed giving a light squeeze to Kurt's shoulder.

Walking along, Kurt spied Puck's trademark mohawk and he gulped a little feeling extremely nervous about how Puck might react.

"Hey Kurt," Puck said as he walked by, completely casual as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Kurt thought it was strange that Puck behaved so normally but he wasn't going to question it. He was just relieved the bad boy hadn't beaten him up or threatened him in anyway.

Just as Kurt was beginning to feel relaxed again, the door to the janitor's closet opened and an arm reached out and yanked him inside.

"Ow," Kurt complained as the door was pulled closed and a hand slapped over his mouth.

The light was switched on and Kurt discovered that his mystery attacker was a terrified looking Santana.

"You have to help me," Santana insisted dropping her hand away from Kurt's mouth and gripping his shoulders in earnest.

"What's going on?" Kurt asked her noticing that lipstick was smeared around her mouth.

"Hummelsexuaility is over," Santana said. "The new craze is Lopezbian."

"What?" Kurt questioned.

"Girls keep kissing me," Santana told him hysterically.

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