It took Blaine two weeks before he had the courage to masturbate again. Rachel had refused to look at him for days. It was only when their dads sat them down and asked if they could help with whatever fight they were supposedly having, that she finally seemed to decide to bleach the memory of that afternoon from her mind. Even then Blaine had been horribly embarrassed and nervous the next few times he'd tried anything. He'd started only attempting it when he was positive he'd be home alone for a few hours after school.

By December, though, his embarrassment had faded because the pleasure he was slowly discovering was too incredible to keep himself from. The one problem he was finding, however, was how rough and dry his hand was. He'd taken to spitting in his palm, but the saliva didn't last long enough now that he was learning to build himself up to his orgasm.

The first Saturday following the end of Hanukkah, the Berries set out to begin Christmas shopping. Most of Blaine's classmates and friends thought it was odd that they celebrated both holidays, but it had only become a tradition once he'd been adopted. Or more correctly, because he'd been adopted. He'd celebrated Christmas his entire life before then, and instead of forcing him to switch like Leroy had, they decided to start celebrating both.

As Rachel and Leroy set off for the Christmas tree lot set up next to the shopping center, Blaine followed Hiram into the store to pick up everything on their list. Blaine wasn't really paying much attention as they cruised up and down the aisles. There was one very specific thing he had in mind to buy, and luckily his dads had already added something in that section to the list for Blaine.

"Which deodorant do you want, bud?" Hiram asked him awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot as Blaine stood next to him and stared at all of the options. "Just pick a smell you like."

The corner of Blaine's mouth pulled back a little as he gazed at the rows and rows of product. How the hell did anyone just pick one? After almost twenty minutes of searching through the brands and scents, eyes constantly darting down to the opposite end of the aisle where his real interest was, Blaine finally settled on something that smelled halfway decent.

"All right, "Hiram said in relief, crossing that item off his list and staring down at what remained. "Just some shampoo for me and Dad, and some toothpaste for Rachel... "

Blaine took a few tentative backward steps as his dad turned to the toothpaste section and busied himself trying to find the specific one Rachel used. Knowing his sister's tastes, it could easily take him longer than the deodorant search had. Blaine back pedaled as inconspicuously as possible, moving around the support beam in the middle of the aisle and, with another quick, nervous glance to make sure his dad was still busy, he stopped in front of the condom and lubricant section.

He knew he had to pick something quick, but he had no idea what was best, just that he needed something slick. After a few anxious seconds, a purple bottle caught his eye and he snatched it off the shelf and turned to head back over to the cart to hide it amongst the groceries, but –

A throat was cleared roughly behind him, and Blaine spun around so fast he almost twirled into the shelf. Down at the opposite end of the aisle he could hear Rachel helping Hiram find her toothpaste. Crap, he'd been so nervous about picking something he hadn't even noticed that they'd found them.

Leroy stared down at him – well, it wasn't really down anymore. His dad was a rather short man, and even though Blaine had only turned fourteen a few months ago, he was already as tall as him. His dad's eyes were focused on his fist that was clutched the purple bottle.

He looked back up at Blaine's ruby face expectantly.

"It's– I, uh... "Blaine stuttered, feeling absolutely mortified. "I'm not having sex," he blurted.

Leroy cringed at his words, his own face turning red as Blaine continued to ramble on. Now that he'd opened his mouth and made his vocal chords attempt to work properly he didn't seem to be able to get them to stop.

"It's for– nothing's going in– my– my hands a- are– "

"Blaine, Blaine!" Leroy cut him off, finally putting him out of his misery. "You don't have to explain what you need it for. You're becoming a man now, so... " He gestured at the bottle in Blaine's hand. "Put it in the cart, okay?"

Absolutely mortified, Blaine shuffled down the aisle and buried it in the cart quickly as Rachel and Hiram came back with the right toothpaste.

"You okay, buddy? You look a little green," Hiram said in concern as they headed up front to check out.

"F- fine," Blaine stammered, refusing to meet any of his family members gazes as they waited in line.

"Are you– "

"He's fine, Hiram," Leroy cut in quickly as Blaine shifted around in embarrassment. As they inched up the line to the register he heard his Dad lean over to his other Dad and whisper, "I'll explain later, okay, sweetheart?"

As though his mortification hadn't been bad enough. Somehow he managed to make it through the check- out and helped his dads tie the tree to the roof before they piled into the van and headed home. He took their shopping bags in with Rachel while their dads unloaded the tree and then while she went to supervise as they set it up, Blaine dug through the bags until he found the purple bottle and darted upstairs to his bedroom.

Not for the first time Blaine sorely wished he had a lock on his door, but that was one of their dads biggest house rules: no locks. Except on the liquor cabinet, but that one was a bit more obvious to Blaine. He kicked his shoes off and flopped down on his bed, rolling the little bottle in his hands to test its weight. He was going to have to be quick about this before they finished with the tree, ordered dinner, and started looking for him. As usual he tugged his shirt up over his head and tossed it to the floor, grazing his fingertips over the sides of his ribs until he shivered and arched off the bed.

That was the first thing he'd discovered once he'd moved things into his room and started to explore him body beyond simply jerking himself off. His sides, nipples, and thighs were extremely sensitive and just brushing his hands over those spots made his hips buck. With a soft sigh, he brushed his hand over the other side of his ribcage, feeling his cock twitch at the movement. Blaine raised himself up and tugged his jeans and boxers down his hips, shivering at the rush of cool air against his slightly hard cock.

Blaine continued to trace his hands over his torso, his blood pounding in his ears and flooding south as his cock lengthened and raised up, finally laying flat against his navel as he pinched one of his nipples and moaned low in his throat. He fumbled for the bottle of lube, breathing heavily as he found it and popped the lid open. The click of the lid slammed him right back into reality as he stared down at the bottle, his hips slowing the pace of their rolling and stopping completely.

Blaine blew out a deep breath and squeezed the bottle, only for nothing to dribble out onto his palm. It took him a moment to figure it out, and he decided to blame it on the throbbing hard- on jutting against his navel instead of inexperience. He hadn't taken the seal off. Flushing in embarrassment, he unscrewed the cap and tried to dig his fingernail under the edge to peal it off.

"God, this should not be so complicated," he muttered to himself. "Don't they know I'm fucking rock hard right now? Who has the foresight or brainpower to mess with this?"

Finally, Blaine's fingernail caught on the edge and he tore the seal off, humming in victory as he screwed the lid back on. He didn't waste another second on pretense, quickly squirting some into his palm and wrapping his hand around his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" he hissed, retracted his hand instantly as the cold lube pressed against his overheated flesh. "Why don't these things come with a warning?"

Grumbling angrily, Blaine curled his fingers into his palms, rubbing the cold lube around until it was warmed up. Tentatively he dragged his thumb over the underside of his cock. He gasped softly at how slick and smooth the movement was before hurrying to wrap his fist around it again and start stroking himself. It was only when he was teetering on the edge of coming that he stopped, panting loudly at how fast he'd lost control of his hand and the more typical teasing he put himself through.

Blaine blinked a few times, trying to clear the haze of lust from his mind and get his breathing under control before he squeezed himself again. His cock throbbed painfully in his fist, and he propped himself up on his other elbow to watch his hand stroke over it. He bit his lip and whimpered, slowly tugging his hand back down, hearing the lube squelch between his fingers.

Sweat was started to bead on his forehead started a steady firm pace, his hips rolling with the movement as he tried to keep his mind from wandering as it so frequently did when he was jerking himself off. There were already several boys in his classes he couldn't look in the eye anymore because he'd fantasized about them when he was doing this. One in particular he hid from whenever Rachel invited him and a girl named Mercedes over for sleepovers. Just the thought made his body pulse with arousal and he moaned, much louder than he should have, as he adjusted his hand and stroked himself faster, twisting his wrist on the upstroke so that his thumb slid around along the ridge of his head.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt that fantastic rush bubbling up under his skin. Blaine grazed his thumb over his nipple, jerking his hand more erratically and tightening his grip as his head fell back and–

"Blaine! Dinner's here! It's time to decorate the– "

A loud groan fell from his lips as his hips bucked and the pleasure in his balls tightened and then snapped. He didn't even care that Rachel was standing in his doorway, fucking staring at him coming all over his stomach and chest with his head thrown back, fingers pinching his nipple as he stroked himself through his orgasm. At least not until the ecstasy had worn off some and he blinked his eyes open to find her still standing there looking terrified.

"Get out!" he bellowed. "How many times, Rachel? KNOCK!"

With a horrified squeal, she slapped a hand over her eyes and spun around to bolt from the room. Instead she ended up smacking into the door frame, cried out in pain as her nose cracked against it, and disappeared down the stairs shouting for their dads as blood started to trickle down her upper lip.

Blaine slumped back into his pillows, and groaned. It was time to start planning out an argument for why he needed a lock on his bedroom door.