“Cookies and cream,” Kurt said, his voice dripping with misery. He sniffled and reached for the carton of ice cream and the spoon.

“Kurt, honey, you’re gonna have to face him sometime. You guys are dating,” Mercedes said. She cringed as he rewound the recording to the point where they announced that Blaine Anderson won.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t look so fucking gorgeous! Everything he does, he’s so perfect. His hair, his face, his ass. I just…for once wish he was ugly or…or stupid or something. Something that made him seem like…”

“Like he wasn’t better than you?” Mercedes finished for him. Kurt groaned miserably.

“See, even you agree,” he snapped.

“No, I don’t. I think you are perfect and you’ll win plenty of awards that Blaine won’t, because you’re amazing. Don’t pretend you didn’t know this kind of thing would happen. You’re dating your costar,” Mercedes warned him.

“I know, I know,” Kurt sighed. He scooped a large spoonful of ice cream and began to lick at it.

“Didn’t you ever heard the phrase ‘don’t make your bed where you make your bread’?” Mercedes asked, plucking the remote from his hands and turning off the recorded awards show.

“Shut up, Mercedes!” Kurt groaned.

“Don’t be so down about it, baby boy, you’ll win the next one. From what you’ve told me, people are gonna be loving Chris so much in the next few episodes, they’ll forget all about Blaine Anderson and his damn talent because all the girls will be swooning over you again,” Mercedes said.

Kurt glanced over at her, still pouting slightly, and said, “As it should be.”

She laughed and leaned over, slipping on arm around his shoulders and hugging him. Just as they broke apart, there was a knock on the door. Mercedes patted Kurt’s knee as she got up and rounded the couch, heading over to the door. As she opened it, it revealed Blaine.

“What are you doin’ here? Didn’t Kurt say we were having a girls’ night. No boys allowed.” Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Blaine, who despite his Golden Globe win and all the celebrating he should’ve been doing, looked absolutely miserable.

“I need to see him,” Blaine said. He tried to look around her, seeing Kurt rising from the couch and shuffling miserably toward the door. He didn’t look up, or look Blaine in the eye.

“After we’re done shooting tomorrow, I’m gonna go check out that apartment I was thinking about,” Kurt said, standing behind Mercedes.

Blaine couldn’t hide the hurt in his eyes. “But Kurt, I thought we agreed. No matter what the outcome, we’d still be together. Because we love each other.”

“Just because I’m moving into my own apartment doesn’t mean we can’t be together. The manager here just wants the rest of my stuff gone,” Kurt said.

“Kurt, are we ok?” Blaine asked, desperately needing to know. “Because if we’re not, I…I’ll go to those stupid Golden Globe people and I’ll make them see how talented you are and how much you deserved to win more than I did. Please, I’ll do anything to make you happy. I love you, and I was so afraid that something like this would pull us apart. You’ll never know how much I need you, Kurt. Please.”

“I need you too, Blaine. I’m not going to leave you. Just go to your Golden Globe party and have fun. You deserve it,” Kurt said, finally looking up and softening his tone a bit. He nudged Mercedes back and stepped in front of her. Reaching out, he grasped Blaine’s hand and pulled him close enough to kiss him.

“I love you,” Blaine said again.

“I know,” Kurt said. “I wouldn’t break up with you over something like this. I promise.”

Blaine smiled weakly, unconvincing, then said softly, “I’ll hold you to that.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eleven: Mistaken
Scene 2

(INT. Darren is on the couch in Serena’s apartment, a beer in his hand while he watched TV)

SERENA
Shouldn’t you be like, working or something?

DARREN
I’ve got two auditions tomorrow. I’m relaxing.

SERENA
You need a real, full time job.

DARREN
You know I’ve been working towards this my whole life. Just let me try before you force me to grow up and help you raise your kid.

SERENA
It’s your kid too, Darren

DARREN
I’m aware. You won’t let me forget it.

SERENA
I thought we agreed you’d do all your brooding over at Chris’s place.

DARREN
Chris isn’t home. He’s working on his movie.

SERENA
See, you can’t even count on him to be there when you need him.

DARREN
Oh trust me, when I need him, he’s there.

SERENA
Oh my god. Have you…done things…with him?

DARREN
I really don’t feel comfortable answering that question.

SERENA
That is just great. We’re getting married, Darren. In one month. And you’re having sex with another man. Get over him already!

DARREN
It’s about a thousand times harder for me to get over him as it is for you to stop nagging at me, so why don’t you start here and lay off!

SERENA
He will never love you like I do.

DARREN
You’re right. He loves me more.

(Serena looks at him angrily, then leaves the room.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eleven: Mistaken
Scene 4

(INT. Darren is getting ready to leave for his audition)

SERENA
God dammit, Darren!

DARREN
(mockingly) What is it now, dearest?

SERENA
None of my clothes fit anymore. You made me fat!

DARREN
And you caged my free spirit and refuse to let me chase my dreams.

SERENA
Oh woe is you, poor little Darren can’t go have steamy gay sex with your little butt buddy. At least you don’t have to give birth to a fucking watermelon.

DARREN
(turns around and glares at her angrily) Do not. Insult. Chris.

SERENA
What are you gonna do? Hit me? Hit your future wife and the mother of your child? You don’t have the balls.

DARREN
Why can’t you just accept that this is who I am? I’m gay and I’m in love with Chris Colfer and that I don’t want any of this.

SERENA
Because I don’t want that person to be the father of my child. I want the Darren I fell in love with. The Darren who was going to propose to me the night I stupidly kicked him out all because of dirty socks on the floor.

DARREN
(shocked) How did you know?

SERENA
I found the ring in your drawer before you came back, and I called your work and Roger answered and he asked if you’d popped the question yet.

DARREN
Serena, you have to understand that then…then I didn’t know what I wanted. I thought I loved you, but you have to believe me that I didn’t even know what that was until I met Chris.

SERENA
How do you even know the difference?

DARREN
If I say tell you, it might hurt you.

SERENA
Tell me. What the fuck is so great about Chris fucking Colfer?

DARREN
He…he’s amazing. He’s funny and witty and sarcastic and outgoing. He has the most adorable smile and his eyes are so beautiful. And his skin…it’s so soft and when I hold him, I feel like…like nothing could be more right.

SERENA
So in other words, I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life knowing that my husband is going to be cheating on me with his best friend?

DARREN
Yes. I proposed to you. I am a man of my word. I will marry you. But you can’t expect me to stay away from him.

SERENA
Don’t you have an audition to go to?

DARREN
Yeah. I should be going.

(Darren starts to leave)

SERENA
Dare, wait.

(Darren turns around to face her)

SERENA
After you’re done, do you think you could meet me at the flower place? We need to make some choices for the wedding.

DARREN
Yeah. I guess.

(Darren leaves)

. ~ . ~ .

Patrick looked across the set, where Kurt was sitting cross-legged on the floor of Chris’s bedroom, looking down at his lap. He raised an eyebrow and reached out to grab Blaine’s arm as he walked by. Blaine stopped and glanced at him, then over at Kurt.

“What did you do to him?” Patrick asked.

“Besides steal a Golden Globe from underneath him, then beg him to still love me, nothing,” Blaine shrugged.

“What is he even doing?” Patrick questioned.

“I’m pretty sure he’s holding his Tony,” Blaine said. “He’s been doing that a lot lately. It’s kind of freaking me out.”

“He brought a Tony Award to the set of a television show. He must be sick in the head,” Patrick rolled his eyes. “Look, handsome, why don’t you head on over and do that sweet little shoulder caressing thing you’re so good at, and convince him to put the little Tony baby down and like, I don’t know, do his job.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to me. He’s too depressed,” Blaine sighed, his shoulders slumping. “And nothing I do seems to help, either.”

“Have you tried sex?”

“We went two rounds last night and he’s still pouting,” Blaine said.

“Alcohol?”

“I’m afraid to try.”

“Ice cream?”

“Two tubs of cookies and cream, then he shouted at me because he gained two pounds.”

“Marathon of The Golden Girls?”

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “That actually works?”

“It’s the only thing that kept me from killing myself when my last boyfriend dumped me. Trust me. It works.” Patrick patted Blaine’s shoulder, then pushed him toward the set, where Kurt sat, slouched over his precious Tony Award.

Blaine moved to sit beside Kurt, their shoulders brushing as he cross his legs and smiled down at the award Kurt clutching in his hands.

“What if this is it?” Kurt asked, trying to make it sound like he hadn’t been crying. “What if I’m only twenty-three years old and I’m already so washed up and I can’t even win a Golden Globe? What if my entire life is going to be defined by one lousy Tony award?”

“I don’t think it’s a lousy thing to be defined by, Kurt. You were what…twenty-one and still in college when you picked that up? That’s brilliant. It was just one award you didn’t win,” Blaine told him. Kurt shrugged half-heartedly.

“You won a Golden Globe,” Kurt said. It was a pathetic half mumble.

“Yeah, but I’m twenty-five years old and I’ve struggled longer to get my career to take off than you have,” Blaine shrugged. Kurt looked up, his eyebrows drawn together.

“You’re two years older than me?”

Blaine withdrew a little and turned to the side to look at Kurt. “We’ve been dating for almost three months and working together for longer, and you didn’t know I was two years older than you?”

“You never said anything!” Kurt snapped defensively.

“Is it going to be a problem?”

Kurt shook his head and went back to hugging his Tony. “So you’re telling me I have to wait two more years before I win anything?”

“No, I’m telling you that you shouldn’t feel pressured to win. You’re perfect and talented and beautiful and I love you, Golden Globe or no Golden Globe,” Blaine told him. Kurt finally looked up and offered Blaine a small smile.

“You are the cheesiest man I have ever met,” Kurt said, rolling his eyes. Blaine moved closer, happy to finally get some kind of positive response form Kurt, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

Kurt smiled even more against the kiss, and his hand slithered its way up the inside of Blaine’s thigh, stopping right before he reached anywhere that could be deemed inappropriate for the work place.

“You know,” Kurt said as he pulled away from the kiss. His voice was low and suggestive, “Having an older boyfriend might not be so bad. I’m sure he’s got plenty of…experience.”

Blaine chuckled, trying to simultaneously stay close to Kurt and not get turned on, which was proving impossible. “Well, there are loads of things I haven’t shown you yet. Most of them I happen to be very good at.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow and smirked. Filming could not get over with quick enough.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eleven: Mistaken
Scene 6

(INT. Serena’s apartment. Darren comes out of the bathroom and grabs his jacket, finding Serena on the couch)

DARREN
Chris called. They wrapped early today. We’re going out.

SERENA
You’re taking him out before you fuck him tonight? Ever the gentleman.

DARREN
You know, if you want this to work out between us, the least you could do is try to be nice to him.

SERENA
(stands and turns off the TV, then faces Darren) Look, I’ve been doing some thinking. I’ve decided that if this is gonna work, and if you want to be a part of your kid’s life, then after the wedding you can’t be with him anymore. Not like that.

DARREN
You said you were fine with it.

SERENA
I lied, Darren. I’m not ok with it. It’s disgusting. You’re going to be my husband, not his. Once we’re married, he’s out. He’ll have to be demoted from lover boy to platonic friend. So when you go out with him tonight, let him know.

(The doorbell rings before Darren has much of an opportunity to fight back)

DARREN
I see what you’re trying to do to me. I won’t let you break me.

(Darren goes to the door and opens it. Chris is there, and he rushes in to hug Darren)

CHRIS
Oh my god I had the worst day. I couldn’t wait to see you.

DARREN
Chris, baby, maybe we shouldn’t…

CHRIS
(pulls back and glances behind Darren to see Serena) Oh. I’m sorry. I forgot I’m sharing you with the Queen Bitch.

SERENA
Get the fuck out of my apartment, Colfer. I don’t want your faggy ass ruining my baby.

DARREN
Serena, just shut up! Just shut up and leave him alone!

(Darren pushes Chris out the door and slams it behind them. They’re alone outside, and Darren hugs Chris)

DARREN
I am so sorry.

CHRIS
(returns the embrace enthusiastically) It’s fine. Pregnancy hormones and all.

(Darren pulls back enough to look at Chris, his arms still wrapped loosely around Chris’s waist)

DARREN
Let’s go to dinner. Somewhere nice and quiet, where it can be just the two of us.

CHRIS
Like a date?

DARREN
Yeah. Like a date.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eleven: Mistaken
Scene 7

(INT. A quiet restaurant. Chris and Darren are in the corner booth. It’s dark and secluded.)

DARREN
Let’s not talk about Serena or the baby. Let’s just talk about us.

CHRIS
Ok. Tell me what you love about me.

DARREN
You’re funny and smart and brave and strong. I admire how you overcame the bullying and how you’re using your movie to fight back. I love how gorgeous you are, and how amazing you are.

CHRIS
Aw, stop it. You’re making me blush!

(Darren chuckles and looks down at the pasta on his plate)

CHRIS
(seriously) And by stop it, I meant keep the compliments coming.

DARREN
I love all the things you do when we’re alone together.

CHRIS
(smirks) Come on, Dare, just say it. You love the sex. The fantastic, exhilarating, mind blowing sex. That’s why you’ve show up at my place every night for the last week begging me to take you to bed.

DARREN
I can’t help this thing you do to me.

(Chris smiles and the mood changes a little. Chris lays his hand out on the table, palm facing up)

CHRIS
(almost a whisper) Take my hand, Dare.

(Darren lays his hand over Chris’s)

CHRIS
Do you know why I love you?

DARREN
Because I’m devastatingly handsome, extraordinarily talented, and I’m good with my tongue?

CHRIS
(tries not to laugh) Um, no. Not that I’m denying any of those things. It’s just…you’re so honest and trusting. You had feelings for me and instead of putting me down or pushing me away, you embraced who you are and reached out to me. All my life I’ve been pushed away. You being so accepting, that’s the most attractive thing about you.

DARREN
Besides my abs.

CHRIS
(rolls his eyes) Yeah. Besides you abs.

DARREN
Sorry that was a serious moment and I ruined it.

CHRIS
It’s ok. It was cute. I like cute. You’re cute like a little puppy.

DARREN
I was going to ask if you wanted to go back to your apartment and ravish me when we’re done, but you ruined it with the puppy comment.

CHRIS
You don’t want sex?

DARREN
Of course I do. I was kidding!

CHRIS
(laughing) You’re ridiculous sometimes. Oh, I just remembered! How did the auditions go?

DARREN
Not good. On the plus side, I met this guy who thinks I’ve got a brilliant voice and he wants me to play at his club.

CHRIS
That sounds amazing. I’d go and see you whenever I can.

DARREN
No one has ever supported me like you do.

CHRIS
Well, that’s because no one has loved you like I do.

DARREN
I love you too.

(Darren looks down at their hands still clasped together. He doesn’t want to tell Chris that they can’t be like this forever, so for tonight, he doesn’t)

. ~ . ~ .

“I didn’t want a condo, but Blaine, this place is beautiful. And the view is perfect! This is the one. I don’t care how much it is, I want to live here.” Kurt’s hands were clasped in front of him as he walked around the spacious living room. Blaine stood by the door, his hands in his pockets, trying to look happy for Kurt even though he really didn’t want Kurt to move out.

“All the appliances work! And it has a dishwasher!” Kurt wandered about the apartment, exclaiming all the perfect things about it. There was a Jacuzzi tub, a huge shower, and two sinks in the bathroom. The bedroom had two large walk in closets. There was a balcony off bedroom.

“It’s very…you,” Blaine said.

“The closets are amazing. You wouldn’t mind giving up half of yours for the rest of my clothes, would you?” Kurt came out of the bedroom, grinning widely. Blaine’s brow furrowed.

“What do you mean half of mine?” Blaine asked.

“The other half of your closet. You do want to live with me, right?” Kurt’s smile faded and he looked confused.

“Of course I wanted to live with you, Kurt, but I thought you were looking for a place for yourself,” Blaine said.

“Why would I bring you along if I didn’t want to live with you?” Kurt asked, like it was obvious.

“But…you’re moving out.” Blaine looked so confused that all Kurt could do was laugh.

“You didn’t seriously think I was going to live in that apartment with a broke refrigerator forever, did you? I have standard, Blaine.” Kurt stepped forward to embrace a still very confused Blaine. He hugged him, then stepped back, examining his clueless expression. “Oh my god. You don’t want to move, do you? I just…assumed that you’d want to be here with me instead of that old place and I didn’t even think…”

“Kurt…just shut up,” Blaine said. He brought his hands up to frame Kurt’s face, pulling him down and crashing their lips together. Kurt hummed against Blaine’s lips, relaxing into his grip and parting his lips as Blaine’s tongue slid past them. Blaine let out a soft moan before pulling back, their lips making a soft noise at the separation.

Breathlessly, Kurt said, “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” Blaine said, resting his forehead against Kurt’s. “Yes, Kurt Hummel, I will live in this beautiful condo with you.”

Kurt squealed in happiness and for now, it seemed, he’d forgotten about his Golden Globe loss.