Every moment he was with Blaine, he couldn’t help remembering watching Blaine with his fingers inside of himself, or the way sweat dripped down the sides of his face as he panted in pleasure. He imagined running his hands over Blaine’s abs or the way Blaine wrapped his legs around him once he was inside of him. He imagined the feel of Blaine’s cock trapped between them or the way it felt in his hand, hot and heavy and impossibly hard.

When he wasn’t with Blaine and he wasn’t busy working, he was somewhere very private taking care of the evidence that he’d been thinking of Blaine like that.

It wasn’t like he could help it. Blaine was hot and since they’d had sex that first night, they’d done it every night since. Kurt felt twenty-three years of sexual depravation crashing through him, demanding that he spend every conscious moment making up for the years of sex he could’ve been having. It even got to a point where Blaine actually had to say no.

“But…Blaine…” Kurt whined, gripping Blaine’s shoulders, trying to get him closer.

“Kurt, baby, as much as I love it, I’m already sore and we’ve got some big scenes to film tomorrow and if I can’t sit on my ass then Patrick will kill us both,” Blaine said, pushing Kurt away. Kurt whined again, pouting as he attempted to paw at Blaine’s half unbuttoned shirt. “No, Kurt! You'll just have to be happy with a blow job or something.”

Kurt thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. A blow job didn’t sound too bad if you asked him.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eleven: If I Can Dream
Scene 1

(INT. Dream Sequence. Chris is on his bed, shirtless, panting, and Darren emerges from under the covers, his hair messed up and licking his lips)

CHRIS
(breathless) I love you.

DARREN
I love you too.

CHRIS
That was…

DARREN
Amazing.

(They kiss, and Darren rests his head on Chris’s chest, his arm draped around Chris, hugging him close)

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt groaned as the phone rang, rolling over in bed. It broke the silence as he extracted himself from Blaine’s possessive arms and sat up. Cursing the phone, he swung his legs off the side of the bed and slipped his feet in his slippers. It had been so easy for him to make himself at home in Blaine’s crappy apartment.

“Shut the phone up,” Blaine groaned.

Kurt was thinking of doing just that as he wondered who on earth would be calling. But then it hit him. The phone was ringing. The phone was ringing.

“Blaine! Blaine get up right now!” Kurt squealed. He pounded back on the bed and shook Blaine, grabbing his arm and pulling him up.

“What?” Blaine growled, pushing Kurt away.

Kurt scrambled off the bed, pulled the bedcovers away, then ran out of the room shouting, “Fucking Golden Globes, Blaine, and I’m not talking about Quinn’s boobs!”

If that didn’t get Blaine’s attention, certainly nothing would. Kurt skidded to a stop in the kitchen and plucked the ringing phone off the cradle. He pressed it to his ear and rushed into the hallway to see Blaine stumbling out of the bedroom, attempting to pull on a pair of boxers.

“Blaine Anderson?” The man on the other end of the line asked.

“Actually, this is Kurt Hummel. We’re both here,” Kurt said, his voice embarrassingly high pitched. Blaine came over, whispered something about speaker phone and cursing that they hadn’t called one of their cellphones.

“The Hollywood Foreign Press is pleased to announce the following nominations for and related to Mr. Blaine Anderson: Best Actor in a Television Drama Series, and Best Drama Series for Bring on Tomorrow,” the man informed him.

Covering the phone and holding it away from his face, Kurt hurriedly whispered to Blaine, “Best actor in a drama.”

“We are also pleased to announce the following nominations for and related to Mr. Kurt Hummel: Best Actor in a Television Drama Series, and Best Drama Series for Bring on Tomorrow.”

Kurt squealed happily, thanking the man, and slamming the phone down in the cradle. He turned around, seeing Blaine anxiously waiting.

“Best actor!” He squealed. Blaine grinned and they rushed toward each other, hugging each other tightly, jumping up and down as adrenaline rushed through them. The finally stopped when they heard someone banging on the floor from below, then realized they weren’t the only inhabitants of the apartment building.

“Kurt, do you realize what this means?” Blaine asked, gripping Kurt’s arms in an effort to calm down his excitement.

“We’re nominated for Golden Globes?” Kurt asked, unable to keep his voice anything below shrill and breathy.

“Yeah. In the same category,” Blaine said. Kurt’s face fell and after a moment of thinking about it, he understood.

“Can they even do that?” Kurt asked. Blaine shrugged and stepped away. “What happens if one of us wins and the other one doesn’t?”

“Maybe we don’t have to think about it that way. Maybe if one of us wins, we both win,” Blaine shrugged. Kurt pursed his lips. He wasn’t one to share awards, not even with Blaine. Since getting his voice and his hopes of starting up again on Broadway in the future back, he had a hard enough time letting Blaine touch his Tony.

“Well I say,” Kurt put on hand on his hip and extended the other hand in front of him. “Let the best actor win.”

Blaine raised an eyebrow and smirked. “The outcome of this won’t affect our sex life, will it?”

“I certainly hope not,” Kurt said, in all seriousness. Blaine reached out and accepted his hand in a firm handshake.

“Then let the best actor win.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: If I Can Dream
Scene 2

(EXT. Chris and his sister Hannah are outside, watching her new puppy rolling around in the grass)

CHRIS
Sorry I haven’t been around lately.

HANNAH
You’ve been a bad brother.

CHRIS
(laughing) Not on purpose!

HANNAH
You should show me the set of your movie.

CHRIS
It’s up to Mom and Dad, but why would they say no to their favorite.

HANNAH
You’re their favorite.

CHRIS
Don’t be silly. You’ve got the looks and the brains.

HANNAH
I hoped you would bring that guy that was in that picture that you sent me.

CHRIS
Darren and I…we’re complicated.

HANNAH
Do you like him?

CHRIS
Yes.

HANNAH
Then what’s complicated about it?

CHRIS
A lot of things. He’s gonna marry this girl because she’s having his baby. He told me he loved me but I think he’s in love with the idea of me, not all of me. It’s just so frustrating because I wish I could get a straight answer about how he feels about me. No straight twenty-five year old decides all of a sudden that he’s gay. That’s probably what confuses me the most.

HANNAH
(exaggerated yawn) You sure do talk about yourself a lot.

CHRIS
Yeah. I guess I do.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: If I Can Dream
Scene 4

(INT. Darren shows up after having not been around for a week. Chris is surprised to see him walk through the door)

CHRIS
Well fancy seeing you around.

DARREN
Aren’t you supposed to be off shooting your movie?

CHRIS
(hurt by the comment) Fuck you.

DARREN
Yeah, you’d like that.

CHRIS
Actually, yeah I would.

DARREN
(shrugs off his jacket and sits next to Chris) I’m sorry I didn’t call you all last week.

CHRIS
You should be.

DARREN
I proposed to Serena. Then I just…went for a drive. I ended up in Vegas.

CHRIS
Please don’t tell me you had a shotgun wedding.

DARREN
No. God no. I went by myself. Gambled a little. Saw Thunder From Down Under. Got drunk a few times. Did a lot of thinking.

CHRIS
And what was the purpose of seeing a male strip show?

DARREN
Confirmation.

CHRIS
And?

DARREN
Well I’m sure they’ve got nothing on you, but certain parts of me were certainly…interested.

CHRIS
Look, Dare, I honestly don’t believe that you can suddenly be gay after being straight for twenty-five years.

DARREN
It wasn’t just sudden. I mean… the boner I got in eighth grade with Timothy Johnson fell on me during gym was clue number one. Then there was the time I kissed my friend Jared backstage after he got done playing Danny in Grease, which I put off to experimentation.

CHRIS
Then why didn’t you tell me that?

DARREN
I don’t judge how much I love a person by their gender. People are people. If loving you means I’m gay, then I’m happy to accept it.

CHRIS
But you proposed to Serena. And you’ll marry her. So you’re straight.

DARREN
No. I’m not. Look, Chris, I know there are options. Options that involve me not marrying Serena.

(Chris just looks at him, raising an eyebrow)

DARREN
I want you to come with me to San Francisco. I want you to meet my mother.

CHRIS
Why on earth would you want me to do that?

DARREN
(reaches over to take Chris’s hand) I just want to spend time with the man I love.

. ~ . ~ .

“Are you seriously wearing a powder blue tux to the Golden Globes?” Kurt practically shrieked when Blaine stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing his hands over the front of his jacket. Blaine just laughed as Kurt glared at him.

“Kurt, I never pegged you for a simple kind of guy,” Blaine said, taking in Kurt’s simple black and white tux, perfectly coiffed hair, and fists angrily perched on his hips.

“Usually I’m not, but this is the fucking Golden Globes, Blaine. You’re supposed to be simple and sophisticated,” Kurt said, folding his arms in front of him.

“You’re awfully cute when you’re angry,” Blaine said, amused. “If you don’t put a smile on that adorable face of yours, I might be forced to forget about the awards show and just stay here to ravish you.”

“Yeah that’s real bullshit, Blaine, because there’s nothing in the entire universe that could stop me from being on the red carpet today. So you can just stay here and ravish yourself if you’re so inclined,” Kurt huffed. He stomped out of the bedroom and went into the living room to look out of the window. They’d fought with Patrick for hours over whether or not he had a problem with them arriving at the awards together, and finally he’d given in.

He’d said, “As long as you two aren’t holding hands or kissing on the red carpet, I suppose you could go together to tease the fans.”

Kurt had argued that someday, they were going to find out, but Patrick said it would be more entertaining if they drug it out for a while longer.

“Blaine! Hurry up and contain that living beast you call hair! The limo just pulled into the parking lot!” Kurt said excitedly. Blaine mumbled something from the bathroom and reemerged wiping his hands on a towel. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Blaine sighed. Kurt practically bounced to the door. “And Kurt, don’t pretend you don’t love the hair.”

Blaine grasped Kurt’s hand before the bouncing man could reach for the door handle. Kurt stopped and turned around just as Blaine tugged him close. Kurt’s adrenaline seemed to calm down as Blaine cupped his jaw in the palm of his hand. He leaned up to kiss him gently, his thumb softly stroking Kurt’s cheek. As they parted, they rested their foreheads together.

“I hope you win,” Blaine whispered, the words coming out in hot puffs of breath that tickled Kurt’s lips.

“I hope one of us wins,” Kurt sighed. He circled his arms around Blaine’s neck and hugged him tightly.

“Ready for this?” Blaine asked, unable to resist kissing that spot under Kurt’s ear that always made him shiver.

“I should be asking you that. I’m the one with the red carpet experience,” Kurt joked as they pulled away. Blaine squeezed his hand before reluctantly letting go as Kurt opened the door.

“Ah that’s right, never let me forget I’m in the presence of a Tony winner,” Blaine said, following Kurt out the door to where the limo awaited them.

“It’s better that way, so we can remember my superior acting skills,” Kurt said, holding his head high. Blaine stifled a snort of laughter as the limo driver held open the door for them. They sat close for the ride there, their hands clasped between them. Blaine lived half an hour from where the awards show was to be held. It was a silent ride, nerves flowing between them, growing more intense as they arrived, joining the queue of limousines dropping off stars. Celebrities. People more famous than Kurt and Blaine combined.

“I am going to scream if Johnny Depp is here,” Blaine said as they inched closer to the red carpet.

“I’m sure he will be,” Kurt said teasingly, knowing Blaine’s affinity for Pirates. Another ten minutes passed and the limo stopped. Kurt pulled his hand out of Blaine’s just as the door of the limo opened. They were suddenly surrounded by camera flashes and screams of fans and other celebrities.

“Oh my God, Kurt, look, there he is, look! It’s Johnny Depp!” Blaine jumped up and down, obviously now the bouncy one compared to Kurt’s attempts at laid back.

“Calm down, Blaine. He probably won’t even know who the hell you are,” Kurt snapped. He buttoned his jacket and plastered a smile on his face, waving at all the photographers in turn. Blaine mirrored this action as they began to progress through the crowd.

Blaine grabbed Kurt’s arm excitedly whenever he saw someone he recognized, but Kurt just focused on making it to the other end of the red carpet.

“Oh! Kurt, look! It’s one of those interview things. Let’s go! Patrick said we should do some interviews!” Blaine urged him toward one of the booths with a meandering line of celebrities that loved to smile for the camera. “Oh my God, look, it’s Hugh Laurie. It’s Hugh fucking Laurie. I used to have this thing for House so bad.”

“Oh my God, Blaine, shut up.” Kurt very nearly slapped his face with his palm at Blaine’s annoying fanboyish qualities.

“Excuse me, Kurt Hummel?” A voice asked from behind them. Kurt turned around, eyebrows raised, and Blaine followed his action, immediately grabbing Kurt’s arm and sucking in a deep breath.

“Ohmagodyou’reJohnnyDepp,” Blaine squeaked, immediately turning bright red and moving to hide behind Kurt.

“I just wanted to say I saw you on Broadway and I’ve caught a few episodes of Bring on Tomorrow and I really love your acting style,” The Johnny Depp himself held out a hand for Kurt, who’s eyes were impossibly wide, to shake. Blaine jabbed Kurt from behind, making him step forward and accept Johnny Depp’s handshake.

“Thanks!” Kurt said, his voice impossibly high pitched, as it had been a lot lately. “I…I liked you in Pirates!”

Johnny Depp chuckled and peered around Kurt to smile at Blaine.

“Blaine Anderson?”

Blaine gulped and nodded.

“Congratulations on your nomination,” he said, offering Blaine a handshake as well. Blaine hesitantly accepted and was sure he was going to die.

“You are such a fanboy,” Kurt rolled his eyes as Johnny Depp walked away. Blaine just grinned, looking completely star struck.

Kurt had no idea how they were going to make it through the night.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: If I Can Dream
Scene 5

(EXT. Darren and Chris get out of Darren’s car, looking up at an average looking home with an old Cadillac parked in the front)

DARREN
This is my parents’ house. Dad’s off at work, still. Which is good. I’m not sure I’m ready to tell him I’m thinking of giving up marriage to the girl he’s been trying to get me to propose to for a year all for another guy.

CHRIS
And your mother is more accepting?

DARREN
Much. She wants to meet you. She wants to help me make a decision, but I think she needs to know you’re worth it before she helps.

CHRIS
Well then I hope I get Mama Criss’s approval.

DARREN
I don’t see why you wouldn’t.

(They walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell before Darren just opens it and lets them both in)

DARREN
Mama, it’s me, Darren.

(There is shuffling around in the kitchen before a short Filipino woman appears, drying off a glass. Her face lights up as she sees Darren and she hurries forward to hug him)

MAMA
My son! I’m so happy to see you!

DARREN
(pulls back) Mama, this is Chris, the guy I told you about. (Steps to the side to reveal a nervous looking Chris)

MAMA
(gives Chris a criticizing look) Hmmm. He’s taller than you.

CHRIS
(chuckling nervously) I sorta hit a late growth spurt.

MAMA
And you’re gay?

CHRIS
Since the day I was born.

MAMA
And you love my Darren?

CHRIS
(takes a moment to answer, thinking carefully) Yes. I do. Very much.

MAMA
(looks at Darren) Well, why don’t you two come on in? I’ve just made your father’s favorite peanut butter cookies.

DARREN
(smiles at Chris and whispers) I think she likes you.

MAMA
So you gonna marry that girl, Darren?

DARREN
I…I proposed to her.

MAMA
And Chris, what do you feel about that?

CHRIS
Well, to be honest, it hurts me. I gave up a lot to be with him before I found out about all this.

MAMA
(Looks at Darren accusingly) You don’t care how he feels?

DARREN
I do. So much. I just panicked.

MAMA
Chris, you want to be a parent?

CHRIS
Not particularly.

MAMA
There does seem to be a problem here.

(It’s quite for a moment as Mama lays out cookies on a plate. The silence is uncomfortable)

CHRIS
In all honesty, at this point, I think I’d do anything to be with Darren.

(Chris and Darren look at each other lovingly. Chris has said exactly what Darren needs to hear)

. ~ . ~ .

They found Patrick and the four other writers of the show, as well as Quinn, Sam, and Wes, all sitting at one table, two seats reserved for them. Just as Kurt sat down beside Quinn, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Fishing it out, he saw Mercedes had sent him twenty-seven text messages, all detailing how good he looked. He chuckled to himself and leaned over toward Blaine.

“Mercedes is watching the red carpet,” Kurt told Blaine. He smirked and reached under the table, putting his hand on Kurt’s thigh. Kurt scrolled through his messages, trying to ignore Blaine’s touch. “She says you look like a puppy following me around.”

“The painful truth,” Blaine let out an exaggerated sigh. Kurt laughed and reached down to cover Blaine’s hand with his own, squeezing as he turned to talk to Quinn.

They all chatted with each other until the show started. Under the table, Kurt and Blaine held hands tightly, nervous about the outcome of this evening. They both wanted to win, but only one of them could. They outwardly wanted the other to win, while inwardly feeling selfish and wanting that Golden Globe more than anything. The only solution that would be fair would be if one of the other nominees won.

It was almost an hour and a half before they finally got to the television categories, Kurt’s leg was bouncing uncontrollably under the table. Every few seconds, Blaine would glance at him with an amused look and roll his eyes.

After hours of anticipation, they finally heard, “And the nominees for best drama are…”

“This is us!” Kurt squealed happily, now bouncing in his seat. Blaine squeezed his hand tightly as they began to announce the winner.

“And the winner is…” They paused to draw out the tension. “Bring on Tomorrow!”

Everyone cheered as Patrick stood, motioning for the rest of them to stand as well. Kurt almost forgot to let go of Blaine’s hand as they stood, the six of them making their way through the tables and chairs, weaving their way around the people who clapped and cheered for them. As they made their way up to the stage, Patrick accepted the award and they all gathered around the microphone.

“Thanks to everyone who watches the show. I’d like to dedicate this award to anyone who has ever had to fight for the one you love, because the true message of the show is to follow your heart. Thank you.” Patrick held up the award and was met with a round of applause, he turned around and smiled at Kurt and Blaine, knowing that not only was it applied to Chris and Darren, it could very well be applied to them as well.

They made their way back down to the table, placing the award in the center where they could all admire it, and they waited for the next category. It seemed to drag on forever until “Best Actor in a Drama Series” was announced and they began naming off nominees.

Kurt and Blaine reverted back to clutching each other’s hands under the table, each wanting to hear their own name, the other’s name, and someone else’s name simultaneously. Kurt felt like his stomach was going to explode from the nerves that fluttered through him at an alarming rate.

“Hey,” Blaine whispered. “Whatever happens, we’re cool, right?”

Kurt nodded, biting his lip, not really hearing what Blaine said.

“And the winner is…”

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, hoping, wishing, wanting this. He wanted this for so many reasons. He wanted to be somebody. He wanted something to prove that this was real, that he was back. He needed to prove that nothing could keep Kurt Hummel from pursuing his dreams of show business. He needed this award.

“Blaine Anderson!”

Everyone cheered as Blaine pried his hand out of Kurt’s grip and stood, grinning widely in surprise. The rest of the table stood, cheering Blaine on, tears in their eyes as they cheered him on, pushing him away from the table.

Kurt stayed sitting there, staring straight ahead, willing himself to clap for Blaine. Blaine deserved the award. He was a great actor. A talented man. Kurt knew that better than anyone, but he couldn’t help the sinking feeling inside of him. People liked Blaine better.

A nagging voice in the back of his mind couldn’t help but add, But I’m the star!

He looked up at the stage, at Blaine climbing up there by himself, at Blaine accepting the award, at Blaine standing there by the microphone clutching his Golden Globe in awe.

“Wow, I don’t know what to say!” Blaine said, not take his eyes off the statuette. “I guess…thank you to the wonderful cast and crew of the show, and to Patrick for giving me such a wonderful opportunity. And of course, to Kurt. I could never forget to thank Kurt Hummel, who is quite possibly the most amazing person ever to work with and the most talented human being I have ever met. He makes my job so easy. This one should’ve been yours.”

Blaine tore his eyes away from the award to look out in the direction of the table where Kurt sat, still unmoving, barely absorbing his words. Blaine made his way off the stage and back down to his seat. He placed the Golden Globe in front of Kurt and reached down, taking Kurt’s hand and bringing it up to wrap around it.

“It should’ve been yours,” Blaine said sincerely.

“No, you deserve it,” Kurt said, cursing his voice for quivering like it did.

“It’s ours,” Blaine said. “Because I couldn’t have won it if you weren’t as awesome as you are.”

Kurt offered him a small smile, even though he was still disappointed. He wished that he could just lean forward and kiss him at that moment, but too many people were watching.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Ten: If I Can Dream
Scene 7

(INT. Chris is looking out his bedroom window, longingly out at the moon that’s unusually bright. The apartment is quiet, Darren’s absence is noticeable. Chris begins to sing softly)

CHRIS
There must be lights burning brighter, somewhere
Got to be birds flying higher in a sky, more blue
If I can dream of a better land
Where all my brothers walk hand in hand
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can’t my dream come true
Oh, why

(Stands and shuts the window, then the curtains and begins to go through the bedroom towards the door)

CHRIS
(singing)
There will be peace and understanding, sometime
Strong winds of promise that will blow away
The doubt and fear
If I can dream of a warmer sun
Where hope is shining on everyone
Tell me why, oh why, oh why can’t that sun appear

(He walks down the hallway and comes to Darren’s bedroom. Most of Darren’s things are gone or packed in open boxes. It hurts Chris to see this and that pain is evident as he continues to sing)

CHRIS
We’re lost in a cloud
With too much rain
We’re lost in a world
That’s troubled with pain
But as long as a man
Has the strength to dream
He can redeem his soul and fly

(Closes the door and goes through the kitchen. On the refrigerator door, there is a picture of Chris and Darren. Chris looks at it, unable to hide how angry he is that Darren hasn’t chosen him. He continues to sing as he makes his way towards the living room window)

CHRIS
Deep in my heart, there’s a trembling question
Still I am sure, that the answer will come, somehow
Out there in the dark, there’s a burning candle
And if I can think, if I can talk
If I can stand, If I can walk
Oh If I can dream, please let my dream come true

(The living room light comes on and Chris turns around to find Darren watching him)

DARREN
Is that how you feel?

CHRIS
How much did you hear?

DARREN
Is. That. How. You. Feel?

CHRIS
Yes. Yes. Ok. It is. I dream about having a life with you. A life without Serena and that baby. I dream about doing things with you. About us being together. I want you, Darren. I want all of you. I want your love. I want your…I want you in my bed right fucking now.

DARREN
Then have me.

CHRIS
What?

DARREN
You want me? Have me.

CHRIS
I won’t let you come to me for a booty call, Darren. I won’t be that for you.

DARREN
Who said it was a one-time thing?

(They stare at each other for a long time, until they suddenly move forward, meeting each other halfway in a heated, rough, passionate kiss. They stumble down the hallway, breaking apart only to slip Chris’s t-shirt over his head. Once inside the bedroom, Chris slams shut the door. Camera focuses on the door before the screen goes black)