The person moved toward him, slow heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor. Kurt quivered as he felt the person come nearer and the comfort of the suitcases that blocked him was pulled way. A pair of arms wrapped arm him and he cried out as he felt Blaine pull him closer. He scrambled into Blaine’s arms, hugging him around the middle as tightly as he could, his face pressed into Blaine’s chest and breathing deeply the comforting scent of sandalwood, laundry detergent, and Blaine.

“You’re safe, Kurt. You’re safe now,” Blaine whispered, rocking him gently as he stroked his hair.

“Was it…was it Dave?” Kurt asked, his fist grasping Blaine’s shirt tightly. He needed to feel close to Blaine, to know that Blaine was alright and that his past hadn’t chased Blaine away.

“Yeah,” Blaine said, “But it’s ok, now.”

“What happened?” Kurt pulled back, his hand still gripping Blaine’s shirt as he looked at his boyfriend’s face in the darkness, unable to read his expression.

“He broke down the door and came inside, and I hit him in the head with a frying pan,” Blaine said, almost casually as though things like this happened every day. Kurt let his hand fall from Blaine’s shirt.

“It wasn’t my good frying pan, was it?” Kurt groaned, letting his head fall forward, resting on Blaine’s shoulder, which shook slightly as Blaine chuckled.

“The one with the red bottom?” Blaine shifted away from Kurt and grasped Kurt’s upper arms, tugging him upwards.

“You ass,” Kurt grumbled despite his weak smile, getting to his feet and slipping an arm around Blaine’s waist.

“Aw but you like my ass.” Blaine slipped his arm around Kurt’s waist as well and they walked out of the closet together, hearing sirens from outside getting closer. In the hallway, Dave was face down on the floor, Santana standing over him with the dented red frying pan in her hands, poised to hit again if she had to. Mercedes clutched a cellphone in her hands, looking at the unmoving form of Dave with unease.

Kurt extracted himself from Blaine and moved up to Dave. He stared at him for a moment, before stepping forward and kicking him hard in the side, letting out a frustrated cry as his foot made contact. Santana smirked appreciatively, and Kurt stepped back just in time for two police officers to cautiously walk through the broken door.

“We were alerted of a possible break in and assault,” the first officer announced, glancing around the room and holstering his gun. He glanced down at Dave, who was still motionless. The second officer called for an ambulance.

“He doesn’t deserve help,” Kurt snapped.

“Was he the perpetrator?” the first officer asked. They all nodded in unison and Blaine began to retell the story in great detail, all the way from Kurt getting assaulted in New York to what had happened that night. The stories were taken down and it was confirmed by his New York driver’s license in his wallet that the man lying on the floor was indeed David Karofsky.

Hours later, Dave was taken off to the hospital to make sure he wasn’t seriously injured before he would be taken to the police station at the hospital.

“My wife really enjoys your show,” the first officer said before they were ready to leave. “Every time one of the two of you’s on TV she’s always gotta watch it.”

Kurt’s cheeks burned with a blush and Blaine grinned. They both signed autographs for the man’s wife.

“Don’t you worry, Mr. Hummel,” the officer said. “If you get one of Patrick McKenzie’s expensive lawyers, we can pin this guy with a restraining order so big he’ll be arrested if he comes within the same state as you.”

“Thank you,” Kurt said quietly.

Once the officers were gone and the apartment was quiet, Kurt folded his arms in front of him and looked between the broken door and the spot on the floor where Dave had been lying. Santana and Mercedes moved forward to hug him before asking if it was alright if they left. Kurt nodded and a few minutes later, it was just him and Blaine.

“It’s going to be fine,” Blaine said awkwardly from behind Kurt.

“I can’t stay here anymore,” Kurt said. He tightened his arms around himself and turned around, moving into Blaine’s welcoming embrace.

“I understand,” Blaine said softly, pulling Kurt into his arms and pressing his face into the side of Kurt’s pale neck, pressing his lips to the soft skin there.

“Can I stay at your place for a while?” Kurt asked as he pulled away softly to look down into Blaine’s concerned hazel eyes.

“Isn’t this oddly reminiscent of CrissColfer?” Blaine raised one eyebrow, a slight smile tugging his lips upwards.

“What? Seriously?” Kurt stepped back, pushing Blaine away. Blaine pouted for a moment before laughing.

“You know, Darren Criss. Chris Colfer. You read the same Tumblr blogs I did! CrissColfer!” Blaine was full on grinning now, his hands tightening on Kurt’s hips to keep him from pulling away.

“You’re insane.” Kurt shook his head and slipped his arms around Blaine’s neck.

“Yes. You can stay with me,” Blaine laughed before stepping forward and pressing his lips to Kurt’s. “But my place isn’t that big. I’m not sure I have enough closet space for both of us.”

“It won’t be forever. Just a week or two until I find a new place that’s very far away from this one,” Kurt said, glancing back over to the spot on the floor.

Blaine nodded in understanding. “Come on. I’ll help you pack.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Nine: The Right Thing
Scene 2

(INT. Chris's bedroom. Him and Darren are sitting on his bed, looking straight ahead, their shoulders touching, both of them fully clothed.)

DARREN
I'm so confused.

CHRIS
That's understandable. You're going to be a father.

DARREN
But I don't want this.

CHRIS
You have to do the right thing.

DARREN
Oh yeah? (turns his head to look at Chris) And what's that supposed to be?

CHRIS
I won't be angry if you have to move back in with her to, you know, be there when the baby comes.

DARREN
That's six months away. We've got six months we can enjoy together.

CHRIS
No we don't. I'm going to be working on my movie that whole time.

(Darren lets out a frustrated sigh and leans his head back, closing his eyes. Chris reaches over and takes his hand, squeezing gently)

DARREN
How am I going to raise a kid if I'm still a kid myself?

CHRIS
You're gonna have to grow up.

(Darren lets out a dry sob and squeezes Chris's hand as hard as he can.)

DARREN
I'm not ready. (Leans his head on Chris's shoulder) I won't let this keep me from you. I love you.

CHRIS
Not more than your own child.

DARREN
Yeah, but I have to love it. I chose to love you.

(Chris smiles and looks away. As much as he loved Darren, he doesn't want to come between him and his child.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Nine: The Right Thing
Scene 4

(EXT. Darren is on his cellphone during his break at the Hardware Store. He's standing outside with the backdoor open into a dark alley)

MAMA
Have you found yourself a part in one of those movies yet?

DARREN
Not yet. Look, I really need to talk to you. I’m kind of in some trouble right now.

MAMA
Darren Everett, if you’re in jail you’ll have to find someone else to save you.

DARREN
No Mama, I’m afraid it might be worse than that.

MAMA
(now significantly more concerned) What is it, my son?

DARREN
(Now trying not to break down into tears) It’s two things actually.

MAMA
Go on then. You can tell your mother anything.

DARREN
Mama, Serena’s pregnant.

(There is a long, drawn out silence, which Darren spends rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand)

MAMA
(surprisingly calm) You know what to do, then. Do the right thing.

DARREN
That’s the problem. I don’t know what the right thing is!

MAMA
Don’t your raise your voice to me. You go and marry that girl!

DARREN
Mama, I…

MAMA
You didn’t get two girls pregnant, did you?

DARREN
No! God no, I just…I can’t marry Serena because I’m in love with someone else.

MAMA
Well that someone isn’t carrying your child.

DARREN
Mama, it’s not just that. (Darren pauses for a moment as he attempts to collect himself, wondering if he’s really ready to do this or not) His name is Chris.

(another long silence)

MAMA
His name?

DARREN
Please don’t hate me now.

MAMA
The only thing I hate is that I haven’t met this boy yet.

(Darren breathes a sigh of relief)

DARREN
What do I do? Serena’s putting all this pressure on me and then there’s Chris.

MAMA
How long have you been with this fellow?

DARREN
We’ve been roommates for two and half months. I’ve loved him for about as long.

MAMA
And you weren’t gay before?

DARREN
I haven’t ever felt this way about anyone before. I just don’t know.

MAMA
How does this Chris feel about you?

DARREN
He…he really loves me, I think.

MAMA
I can’t tell you what to do, Darren, but it’s your responsibility to take care of that child.

DARREN
I know, Mama. I know.

MAMA
You come and see me. We’ll talk. And bring this boy, I want to meet him.

DARREN
(smiles) Thank you, Mama. I’ll visit soon, I promise.

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt’s clothes in suitcases had consumed every inch of the bedroom in Blaine’s apartment (“Seriously, Blaine. You live here? The refrigerator doesn’t even work!) except for the bed, where Kurt and Blaine happened to be situated. Kurt’s lips were attached to Blaine’s neck, sucking the skin there so hard that Blaine gasped and almost flinched away, had the pleasure not easily pushed the pain away.

When Kurt pulled away, Blaine gasped as he felt warm puffs against the damp skin that was darkening with a purple bruise. Kurt smirked, satisfied and sat up.

“What-” Blaine cleared his throat. “What is it?”

“I want to thank you. For being my knight and my prince all at the same time.” Kurt locked eyes with Blaine and began to unbutton his own shirt, slowly popping open one button at a time. Blaine’s eyes focused on the pale skin that was being revealed to him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as Kurt shrugged his shirt off and laid it neatly on the floor beside the bed.

“You-you don’t have to,” Blaine whispered, sitting up so he could reach out and touch Kurt’s chest, running his fingers down the warm, pale skin.

“I want to,” Kurt said breathlessly. “I want you.”

Blaine’s breath hitched, and before Kurt could say anything more, Blaine was over him, pressing him into the mattress. Blaine’s lips were on his, forgetting just once that he always let Kurt lead them for the sake of not moving too fast, but now he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Kurt wanted him.

Like that.

Blaine groaned into the kiss as Kurt’s hands found their way to his ass, squeezing and pulling him closer, their hips crashing together and their erections pressing tightly together. Blaine pulled back enough to ground out something about them wearing too many clothes, and suddenly they were both struggling to get their pants off.

Soon they were both in the center of the bed, naked and pressed together, Blaine on his knees with Kurt’s legs wrapped around him, grinding their hips together. Kurt panted wildly as Blaine nipped and kissed his way down Kurt’s neck, lightly pressing his teeth against the porcelain skin.

“Ohgod, Blaine!” Kurt gasped, his fingers gripping Blaine’s ass harder, pulling them impossibly close. “B-Blaine…I want you now.”

“How do you want me, Kurt?” Blaine asked, his lips never leaving the smooth skin of Kurt’s flawless chest.

“I-I just want you.” Kurt panted and Blaine pulled away, realizing suddenly that Kurt had no idea what they were doing. “Why’d you go?” Kurt whined, reaching out for Blaine, trying to pull him back.

“Kurt, do you even know…” Blaine shifted uncomfortably, feeling awkward having this conversation with his impossibly hard erection jutting out towards Kurt, telling him to just show him instead of telling him. “Do you know what we’re about to do?”

“Of course. We’re going to have sex,” Kurt said, matter-of-factly. “You’re gonna stick your…you know…into my…well, you know that too.”

Blaine’s face fell. Kurt was completely uneducated. He was twenty-three years old and he only knew what he learned from textbooks and pamphlets. Cold facts, not instructions.

“Kurt have you ever,” Blaine broke off, examining the curious and needy look on Kurt’s flushed face. He tried to avoid looking downwards, at anywhere near Kurt’s cock, because then he really would just take over and stick his you know into Kurt’s you-know-that-too without even warning Kurt. “Have you ever…fingered yourself?”

“Like…what do you mean?”

“Like put your fingers inside yourself?”

Kurt’s eyes widened considerably. “No! I-I mean…I put one half way in there once, but it didn’t feel good at all so I stopped.”

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how on earth he was ever going to go all the way with Kurt if the man hadn’t even explored that part of himself.

“Is something wrong?” Kurt asked, sounding almost hurt by Blaine’s reaction.

“No,” replied Blaine immediately. “You just…you don’t know.”

He didn’t like the look of Kurt’s puzzled expression, so he thought really hard for a moment until he managed to come up with something.

“It doesn’t…it doesn’t have to be like that. For the first time, you could put yours in me. And I can show you how it all works,” Blaine suggested. Kurt’s eyes widened even more.

“You’d do that? For me? But I thought I was supposed to be the bottom.” Kurt sounded more and more like a nervous teenager every moment, not even noticing how Blaine’s brow furrowed at the comment.

“Who told you that you were supposed to be on the bottom?” Blaine asked, scooting closer to Kurt.

“I don’t know. I’ve just always been the girly one so I figured that means I should be on the bottom,” Kurt shrugged. Blaine reached up and cupped Kurt’s smooth cheek in his palm, smiling softly as he stroked his thumb over Kurt’s warm skin.

"I want you inside of, me Kurt," Blaine whispered softly. Kurt gasped and Blaine leaned in to capture the soft noise in a tender kiss. “I can show you what to do. Teach you. Would you like that?”

Kurt nodded and made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded something in the way of a positive response. Blaine grasped Kurt's hands in his and they moved together, their bodies situating to that Kurt hovered over Blaine once more, kissing lightly all over. Blaine whimpered as Kurt's long fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it until it was fully hard once more.

"K-urt," Blaine let out a broken whisper as he reluctantly batted Kurt's hand away.

"What is it?' Kurt asked, not knowing if he did anything wrong. Blaine did say anything as he rolled over to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, feeling around in it until he pulled out a decent sized bottle of lube - still mostly full - and a square packet containing a condom.

"Just watch," Blaine said as he moved to lie on his back, a pillow under his hips and his legs parted, leaving him open and vulnerable. Kurt's eyes were glue to him, unable to look away. Blaine looked amazing like this. Beautiful, even. Kurt could so easily forget that this was Blaine Anderson, his costar, because he was too busy staring at Blaine, his boyfriend. His boyfriend who he was about to have sex with.

"What are you going to do now?" Kurt asked, sitting between Blaine's legs with a look of curiosity as Blaine's eyes locked on his face, eyelids heavy under the weight of his thick lashes.

"I have to prepare myself," Blaine said softly. He took the bottle of lube and squirted it onto his index and middle fingers. Kurt's eyebrows shot up and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, watching Blaine's fingers as they went lower, circling his entrance. Kurt blinked and heard Blaine gasp, and when his eyes focused on Blaine's fingers again, he realized that his index finger was all the way inside of him. Like, all the way down to his knuckle.

Blaine's eyes were screwed shut as he panted softly, and Kurt was pretty sure he'd never look at Blaine's hands the same after this, because this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He let out a soft whimper and before he could stop himself, his own hand was curled around his cock, watching as Blaine moved his finger, thrusting it in and out of himself.

"Oh my god," Kurt whispered. "You are so hot."

Blaine let out a strained chuckled as he pulled his finger out, only to position two fingers at his entrance and slowly work them in. Kurt couldn't take it anymore. He leaned over Blaine, feeling the movement of Blaine's arm as he pumped his fingers in and out of himself. Kurt captured Blaine's lips in a hard kiss, swallowing Blaine's moan as his hips tilted up and his fingers brushed that spot inside of him that caused pleasure to surge through him.

"What was that?" Kurt asked, pulling his lips away and looking downward.

"You-" Blaine's breath hitched. "You'll see."

Kurt nodded and, unable to help himself, wrapped his curious hand around Blaine's erection, pumping three times before Blaine batted his hand away.

"Won't last," he managed to say. At last, he pulled his fingers out and pulled Kurt up for a searing kiss. Their tongues explored each other gently before Blaine finally pushed Kurt away enough to say, "Need you. Now."

Kurt stared at him for a moment, understanding fully now what he meant. He gulped, his eyes darting to look between the bottle of lube and the condom in the foil wrapper and Blaine, looking vulnerable with his legs spread open, knees bent, waiting for Kurt.

It finally occurred to him that this was it. He was going to have sex. He wouldn't be a virgin anymore. Blaine would be his first lover.

For a moment, Kurt was terrified. Suddenly, he regretted ever admitting for a second that he wanted this. But the wanton look on Blaine's beautiful, slightly sweaty face was enough to kick his hormones into gear and make him forget completely about any apprehensions he might have.

At least until he realized he had absolutely no idea what came next. Blaine sensed his confusion and sat up, his eyes dark and glazed over with lust as he reached a shaking hand over and grasped the condom, holding it out to Kurt.

“B-But I’m a virgin,” Kurt said.

“But I’m not,” Blaine told him, thrusting the condom towards him.

“But…you…are you…”

“I was fine four months ago. Haven’t been tested lately,” Blaine told him. “Haven’t had sex either. Just put the condom on for now.”

Kurt nodded and took the square packet, fumbling as he ripped it open, he glanced between the condom and his waiting erection.

“I don’t…”

“Here.” Blaine reached forward slowly and took the condom. With surprising tenderness, he rolled it over Kurt’s aching length, his eyes fluttering closed at the tiny gasp Kurt let out from the touch. Blaine squirted a sizable amount of lube into his palm and coated Kurt’s covered erection with the stuff.

“Have you done this before?” Kurt asked between breathy pants.

“Had sex?”

“Bottomed.”

“Oh. Yes. Several times,” Blaine said softly. Kurt bit his lip, wondering with what little blood was left in his brain what Blaine would think if he wasn’t very good at this.

“I-I don’t think I’ll last long,” Kurt whispered as Blaine tugged him closer until he was hovering over him.

“It’s ok,” Blaine assured him. Blaine reached between them and grasped Kurt’s cock, guiding it towards his entrance. Kurt bit his lip in concentration as he slowly pushed in. Blaine gasped at the intrusion, his muscles trying to relax around Kurt.

Kurt, on the other hand, was positively dying from the sensations. It was so, so tight around him and he only had the head in so far! Blaine’s inner muscles clenched and worked around him, squeezing and letting go, feeling so incredibly amazing around Kurt’s throbbing length that Kurt knew it wouldn’t last nearly as long as he would like.

He kept pushing in slowly, willing himself not to just thrust in all the way and surround himself in that tight heat. That proved difficult. Blaine felt incredible and Kurt had no idea why he hadn’t tried sex before and hey would you look at that, he was in there all the way now.

Blaine gripped his hips, keeping him still as he adjusted to Kurt’s full length inside of him. He shifted and each movement was pure torture for Kurt, who ached to move his hips.

“Ok,” Blaine panted, his voice strained. “Move.”

Kurt nodded once and braced himself as he began to move, thrusting in and out of Blaine, whose hands had moved up to grip Kurt’s shoulders almost painfully.

“Fuck, Blaine!” Kurt groaned as his hips began to move faster, his body focused solely on finding release.

Blaine raised his hips to meet Kurt’s causing him to cry out, almost screaming, “Kurt! Ohmygod!”

Kurt realized that hey, Blaine should be enjoying this too and there was that spot inside of him that seemed to make him fall apart, so Kurt tried to move his hips and reach that spot every time, which would have worked had he not completely fallen apart after one, two, three final thrusts.

“Nnnugh…Blaine,” Kurt groaned as he dropped his head onto Blaine’s shoulder, panting as his hips stuttered through his release. Blaine whined beneath him and he reached down, wrapped his fist tightly around Blaine’s cock, squeezing and moving his hand as quickly as he could until Blaine came with a cry of Kurt’s name, all over Kurt’s hand and stomach.

Feeling completely boneless, Kurt slipped out of Blaine and collapsed beside him, not caring of the mess they’d made. His eyes drifted closed with a contented smile on his face. He felt Blaine move around, wiping himself off, and he hissed as Blaine pulled the condom off his now spent and sensitive cock. Blaine leaned over him and kissed him a moment later, smiling against his lips.

“Was it as good for you as it was for me?” Blaine asked, resting his head on Kurt’s chest and draping his arm across Kurt’s middle.

“Probably better,” Kurt laughed, not bothering to open his eyes. Moments later he drifted off to sleep, feeling like everything that had ever made him feel awkward or uptight had suddenly vanished.

It was a good feeling.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Nine: The Right Thing
Scene 5

(INT. Someone is knocking on the door, Chris hurries to open it. Serena is standing there)

CHRIS
What do you want?

SERENA
Is Darren here?

CHRIS
No. He’s hiding from you.

SERENA
Look, buddy, this is how it’s gonna go down. Darren is going to marry me like the polite, responsible guy he is. He’ll get a real job and we’ll get a nice two story house with a postage stamp yard, a dog, and two-point-five kids. He’ll work full time, and I’ll stay home and take care of things. He’ll have a sound proof room in the basement where he can play his music and mourn his lost dreams. You’ll be his friend, sure, but once you get famous you won’t have enough time for him and all of this will be forgotten.

CHRIS
You don’t think I know that? You think I actually believe I have a chance to mean something in the grand scheme of Darren’s life?

SERENA
Just marking my territory. After all, you are the asshole who’s trying to steal my boyfriend.

CHRIS
And you’re the bitch who’s trying to steal my boyfriend. Now please leave.

SERENA
When it comes down to it, I have something you can never give him. I’m carrying his child.

CHRIS
Would you just leave me alone? Doesn’t this constitute harassment or something?

SERENA
Just break up with him and I’ll leave you alone/

CHRIS
You’re a real bitch, you know that? You don’t even care about his happiness.

SERENA
And you do? I know all about you, Christopher Paul Colfer. I know all your plans for life and how quickly you’d abandon Darren. I would never do that.

CHRIS
You just can’t get over that Darren might choose me.

SERENA
He won’t. He’ll do the right thing.

(Chris is angry now, so he slams the door in her face and locks it)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Nine: The Right Thing
Scene 6

(EXT. Darren and his brother Chuck are at the beach, sitting on logs with their bare feet in the sand, staring out into the ocean)

CHUCK
Metro, I figured, but gay?

DARREN
Only for him.

CHUCK
What the hell are you gonna do, man?

DARREN
Everyone says I should do the right thing but I haven’t got a fucking clue what that is.

CHUCK
I met her. She’s kind of a bitch.

DARREN
It would be alright if she just realized I can’t just push Chris out of my life.

CHUCK
You’ve only known this dude for what, three months? You’ve had relationships longer than that before. What’s so special about this one? Besides the fact that it’s with a guy.

DARREN
I don’t know! It’s just…Chris. He’s so…I can’t even describe him.

CHUCK
You’ve got to be there for your kid, though.

DARREN
No shit. Chris doesn’t want anything to do with it, though. (Buries his face in his hands) I’m just so freakin worried I’m gonna lose him.

CHUCK
I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but everyone has to make sacrifices for their kids. Besides, once it’s born you’ll be so in love with it you probably won’t have time for Chris anymore.

DARREN
That thought kills me.

CHUCK
It’s the truth, man.

DARREN
So you think I should break up with Chris and marry Serena?

CHUCK
I didn’t say marry her. Just, support her.

(Darren lets out a long sigh. That is not what he wants to hear.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Nine: The Right Thing
Scene 7

(INT. Starbucks. Chris and Darren are sitting across from each other, staring at their own coffee cups)

CHRIS
So have you figured it out yet?

DARREN
I have to do the right thing.

(It takes a moment for Chris to respond)

CHRIS
What would that be?

DARREN
I don’t know.

(silence)

DARREN
It’ll be easiest if I marry her. We can get a house together and it’ll be harder for her to pin me with six hundred in child support with every other weekend visitation. (takes a sip of coffee)

(more silence)

CHRIS
(his voice small) If you marry her, you’ll lose me.

DARREN
I know.

CHRIS
(trying not to cry) I thought you loved me.

DARREN
I do. So much.

CHRIS
But you’re not gay. You’re straight.

DARREN
I’m…definitely gay.

CHRIS
Then why are you doing this to yourself?

DARREN
I’m just thinking of my kid.

CHRIS
I’m…I’m kind of sorry I came back.

(Chris takes his coffee and gets up. He’s gone before Darren can stop him.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Nine: The Right Thing
Scene 8

(INT. Chris’s bedroom. Chris is on his bed, curled up, staring out the window. Darren knocks on the bedroom door, startling him)

CHRIS
(trying to hide that he’s been crying) Fuck, Darren, you scared me.

DARREN
I…um…I can start moving out tomorrow if you want.

CHRIS
I didn’t say you had to leave.

DARREN
I thought it was an unspoken implication.

CHRIS
I fucking love you, Darren Criss. I want you so bad it hurts. But I can’t compete with a kid and a normal life and that’s what kills me.

DARREN
(unable to keep from raising his voice) You think I don’t know that? I’m so worried about losing you that I can’t even see straight. I haven’t slept in days, Chris! But I have to do this and I will never be as happy with her as I would be with you. I just…I need to know that we can still be friends.

CHRIS
Friends that love each other?

(Darren moves towards the bed and sits on the edge, reaching out to put a hand on Chris’s hip)

DARREN
(nods once) Friends that love each other.

CHRIS
You can’t get mad it I…if I find someone else.

DARREN
Never. I couldn’t hold you back like that. I just want us to always be close.

CHRIS
I don’t think I could stay away.

DARREN
Hey, if you’ll be the best man at my wedding, I’ll be the best man at yours.

CHRIS
You actually expect me to stand there and make a fucking speech while the man I love marries some woman?

DARREN
Ok, maybe that’s a bad idea.

(They both laugh, even though neither of them have a reason to be happy.)