“I really want to have sex, but I’m too exhausted,” Kurt groaned, blindly reaching over to touch Blaine. He dug his fingers into his skin in an effort to use Blaine as leverage to pull himself closer, only the action was meant with a strangled yelp from Blaine and his hand behind pushed away.

“Fuck! Kurt! What the hell was that for?” Blaine snapped, his voice slightly high pitched. Kurt sat up and glanced over, his cheeks red in embarrassment, to see Blaine covering his crotch with one hand, glaring over at Kurt.

“I’m sorry!” Kurt said, covering his mouth as he tried not to laugh. “I didn’t mean to! I was trying to grab your hand or your leg or something.”

“Well, you missed,” Blaine said, rolling onto his other side and sitting up.

“Blaine, baby, please come back. I’m sorry.” Kurt pouted as he reached out and fisted his hand in the back of Blaine’s t-shirt. Blaine didn’t move to lie back down, only sitting still as Kurt willed himself to crawl over to Blaine and settle behind him, his legs on either side of Blaine and his arms slipping around Blaine’s slim hips.

“You’re so lucky I love you,” Blaine said unhappily. Kurt hummed against his skin as he kissed the back of his neck.

“Did I hurt Blaine Junior?” Kurt whispered playfully, one hand slithering down to – softly this time – caress Blaine’s cock.

“Don’t call him that. It makes you sound like a pedophile,” Blaine said. Despite his best attempts to stay angry at Kurt, his cock began to harden under Kurt’s soft, loving touch. He shifted slightly and wound his arms around Kurt’s hips, pushing him back until he was lying on the bed, Blaine between his legs. Kurt’s hand never removed itself from Blaine’s now full erection.

“I lied,” Kurt breathed out as Blaine leaned down, kissing Kurt’s lips, then licking his way across Kurt’s jaw, then down his neck.

“About what?” Blaine asked, his voice sounding gravelly.

“I’m not too tired for sex,” Kurt whimpered, tilting his head back to give Blaine access to the long, pale column of his throat. Blaine’s fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, simultaneously pushing it up from where it was tucked into his white skinny jeans. Soon, Blaine’s hands were splayed over Kurt’s pale, soft yet muscular stomach as he peppered Kurt’s chest with soft little kisses, working his way down to Kurt’s pebbled nipple, sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck, Blaine!” Kurt cried out, his hands frantically moving all over Blaine, searching for the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes!”

Blaine grunted softly, pulling away from Kurt long enough to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. He returned to his exploration of Kurt’s skin, responding to each little whimper and sound that escaped from his mouth. Just when Blaine smirked with satisfaction at his ability to render Kurt incoherent, Kurt mumbled those three little words that almost made Blaine lose it.

“Blaine, fuck me.”

Blaine pulled back and sat up, his eyes wide and his hands gently rubbing up and down Kurt’s sides. Hazel eyes met lust-blown blue ones in an effort to confirm what he’d just heard.

“Please,” Kurt whimpered, bucking his hips upwards, his fingers digging into Blaine’s shoulder.

“Kurt, are you sure?” Blaine asked, one hand moving down and softly stroking the skin right above the waistband of Kurt’s jeans.

“Blaine Anderson if you do not get your dick up my ass right this fucking second then I will die!” Kurt groaned. He reached down, moving Blaine’s hand to the sizeable bulge in the front of his skinny jeans. Blaine rubbed it tentatively and stared into Kurt’s eyes.

“You really want this?” Blaine asked again. Kurt just rolled his eyes and plopped back on the bed, groaning loudly. “I just want to make sure. I mean…you’ve never…and we never really got around to fingering and…”

“Oh my god, Blaine, just lube up your fingers and get to it!” Kurt hastily began to unbutton his own jeans, shoving them down his hips with as much force as he could muster. Blaine tugged them down the rest of the way and rolled off the bed to look in the drawer of the nightstand.

“Fuck!” Blaine shouted suddenly, slamming the drawer shut. “Of all the fucking boxes we unpacked, we didn’t unpack the fucking lube!”

Kurt groaned and sat up, eyeing Blaine impatiently, his eyes darting between Blaine’s face and Blaine’s erection straining his jeans.

“What box did you put it in?” Kurt asked, scooting off the bed and heading toward a stack of still untouched boxes. When Blaine didn’t answer, he glanced over his shoulder to see Blaine staring at him, reminding him of just how naked and how achingly hard he still was. “Blaine! Stop staring and tell me what box the fucking lube is in!”

“I thought I put it in the box with your moisturizers,” Blaine said. “But you unpacked that one already.”

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, then grumbled, “I didn’t unpack it yet, you presumptuous twat.”

“Name-calling isn’t nice!” Blaine said, following Kurt into the bathroom where three boxes were stack on the counter. Kurt threw two on the ground and hurriedly pulled open the bottom one, fishing around until his hand emerged clutched triumphantly around a half empty bottle of lube.

“Get your ass back in the bedroom and get naked so you can fuck me,” Kurt demanded. Blaine’s eyes widened with lust and he hurried back down the hallway, shedding his jeans all the way. They both climbed onto the bed and worked to get situated. Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt’s cock, lazily stroking it a few times as he kissed him sweetly.

“It’s going to hurt,” Blaine said. “Even the fingers. Because it’s your first time.”

Kurt just nodded and spread his legs, bucking his hips up, attempting to move things along. Blaine chuckled as he coated his fingers thoroughly with lube. He leaned over and kissed Kurt as one finger found its way to Kurt’s entrance. Kurt tensed as he began to push one finger in.

“Relax,” Blaine whispered, slowly moving the first finger until it was all the way inside of Kurt. Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, one hand rubbing Kurt’s hip to help him relax. He was so tight and Blaine groaned at the thought of how that was going to feel around his cock.

“Move,” Kurt whispered hoarsely.

Blaine began to move the finger around, stretching him and getting him ready for that second finger. After a moment, he slid the second one in, giving Kurt a moment to adjust before he spread his fingers out, moving around, then crooking them towards him until hit that spot…

“Ohmygod, Blaine!” Kurt shrieked, his hands gripping Blaine’s shoulder. “Fuck, ohmygod, do that again!”

Blaine smiled and crooked his fingers again as Kurt let out another scream of pleasure. Blaine worked a third finger into Kurt, making sure he was sufficiently prepared. When Kurt was reduced to whimpering and begging for Blaine to just hurry up and fuck him already, Blaine pulled his fingers out and went to work covering his cock in plenty of lube.

“It’s gonna hurt,” Blaine said, softly stroking Kurt’s thigh as he placed a pillow under Kurt’s hips.

“You’ll go slow,” Kurt said, looking up at him with trusting eyes.

Blaine nodded, “And I’ll stop if you need.”

He leaned over to kiss Kurt once more before positioning the head of his cock at Kurt’s entrance. Taking a deep breath, he took Kurt’s hand in one of his and the other gripped Kurt’s hip as he began to push in.

Kurt’s eyes screwed shut as he panted heavily. It hurt worse than he thought it would, but this was Blaine and it was real and Blaine’s cock was inside of him. He tried to relax his inner muscles, the thought crossing his bloodless brain that maybe he should’ve picked a boyfriend that wasn’t so big.

“Jesus, Kurt, so fucking tight,” Blaine said, the words strangled. He moved slowly as he pushed in. It took all of his self-control not to thrust into that tight heat. Kurt looked completely undone, his head thrown back, biting his lip against the pain.

Finally…finally…he was all the way inside of Kurt.

“I love you,” Blaine whispered.

Kurt rubbed his hand over Blaine’s tense shoulder. “I love you too.”

His thigh quivering, Blaine slowly pulled back out of Kurt until just the head of his cock was inside, then he slowly and surely pushed back in. Kurt’s eyes fluttered open and their eyes locked, conveying all the love that was between them. Blaine moved a little faster, his thrusts even as he tried to ensure Kurt enjoyed it as well.

“Harder,” Kurt whimpered. Blaine gave one short nod and began to thrust harder into him, wrapping his arms around his hips and lifting him up to change the angle. Kurt screamed Blaine’s name in pleasure as the head of Blaine’s cock brushed against that spot inside him over and over until it was too much for Kurt and he came, his muscles clenching around Blaine, drawing his orgasm from him.

“Fuck, Kurt!” Blaine cried as he came, collapsing on top of Kurt, his face pressed up against Kurt’s pale, lightly sweaty chest.

“Oh my god,” Kurt whispered. “That was fucking awesome.”

Blaine chuckled and pulled out of Kurt, rolling off to the side, slinging one arm around Kurt, holding him close.

“I love you so much,” Blaine said, the words muffled against Kurt’s skin.

“I love you too,” Kurt said, holding onto Blaine’s arm as his eyes drifted closed.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twelve: There Goes My Life
Scene 1

(INT. The doctor’s office. Serena is getting an ultrasound. Darren is holding her hand.)

DR. WILLIAMS
Do you want to know the sex?

DARREN
Yes. Definitely yes.

SERENA
Of course. We have to know what color to pain their bedroom.

DR. WILLIAMS
(chuckling) Looks like you’re having a little girl.

SERENA
(grips Darren’s hand, looking up at him and smiling) We’re having a girl!

DARREN
(staring at the screen in wonder) A daughter. I’m going to have a daughter.

SERENA
Isn’t it amazing?

DARREN
This is real. I’m going to be a father.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twelve: There Goes My Life
Scene 3

(EXT. The wedding is in three days. Darren’s and Serena’s family are gathered at Darren’s parents’ house, in the back yard. Mama catches Darren in the middle of a conversation and pulls him aside)

MAMA
Where is Chris?

DARREN
He’s filming, Mama. Remember? He’s working on the movie.

MAMA
When’s the last time you talked to him?

DARREN
(shrugs) I don’t know. Two weeks ago.

MAMA
How does he feel about this wedding?

DARREN
He hates it. It’s killing him. It’s why we haven’t spoken.

MAMA
You said you love this boy.

DARREN
I do. I always will. But I’m going to be a father. I’m going to have a daughter. And this wedding is making Serena really happy.

MAMA
What about you? Are you happy?

DARREN
No. Well, yes. And no. I want to be with Chris, but…

MAMA
What?

DARREN
I want to name her Allison.

MAMA
So you have accepted the prospect of fatherhood?

DARREN
I’m beginning to think Chuck was right about loving the kid and forgetting about Chris. Not that I could ever forget about Chris. I’m just…I’m getting used to this idea of being a dad and sometimes it makes it seem ok that I’m marrying Serena.

MAMA
Have you talked to Chris about this?

DARREN
Mama, I don’t understand, you always wanted me to find a nice girl and get married and have a family.

MAMA
Yes Darren, a nice girl. But that’s beside the point. You’re my son. More than anything I want you to be happy.

DARREN
Right now the only thing that could make me truly happy is if it were Chris and I getting married in three days. But that’s not going to happen, so I just think about how amazing it’s going to be to be a father.

MAMA
You should call him.

DARREN
He’s busy. He won’t want to talk to me.

MAMA
Don’t be presumptuous. Go inside and call him.

(Darren smiles and gives Mama a hug before going inside. He’s alone and he pulls out his cellphone, finding Chris on speed dial. The phone rings seven times before Chris answers)

CHRIS
Darren? Nice to know you haven’t forgotten me.

DARREN
I’m sorry. I know you’re busy. I just really wanted to hear your voice.

CHRIS
Aren’t you getting married in three days?

DARREN
Yeah. Hey, listen, do you think we could get together before then?

CHRIS
So you can fuck me before you’re doomed to a life of boobs instead of dicks?

DARREN
Chris, you know it’s only your dick that I want.

CHRIS
Are you free tomorrow night? It’s the only night we’re not scheduled to be filming late into the night.

DARREN
Yeah. That sounds good. I think I can do that.

CHRIS
Great! I’ll see you then.

DARREN
I love you.

CHRIS
I love you too.

(They hang up, Darren looks at his phone and let out a long sigh, scene ends.)

. ~ . ~ .

“Has anyone seen Kurt?” Blaine bounced up to the other cast members and the guest stars who played his family. Quinn separated herself from the group, her hand on her fake pregnant tummy. She smiled at him and looped her arm around his.

“Last I heard he was in his trailer. Mind if I walk with you there?” Quinn asked. Blaine shrugged and they began to walk away from the set. “You wouldn’t believe how much hate mail I’m getting. People hate Serena. It’s really frustrating that they think I’m actually like that.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Blaine said, bumping their shoulders together. “You’re a really great person. You should get some interview scheduled or something. Make it right, you know?”

“Patrick doesn’t want me out in the public eye. Not until after this episode is released. It might break the illusion of the pregnancy,” Quinn said, patting her stomach.

“Patrick is…odd,” Blaine said. They pushed open the doors of the studio and headed out onto the lot where their trailers were. “But he’s smart. He told me to make Kurt watch three hours of the Golden Girls and it instantly made him happy.”

Quinn giggled and extracted her arm from his. “Why is Kurt even here today? He’s not even filming.”

“He wanted to come in with me. Said something about other work to do.” Blaine shrugged. They made it up to Kurt’s trailer and Quinn bid him goodbye, heading off to her own trailer. Blaine knocked on the door and heard some shuffling around and muttering on the other side. His eyebrows drew together as he reached up and pulled open the door, peaking his head inside.

“Kurt?”

Kurt was inside, surrounding by papers and on the phone. He held up one hand to signal that Blaine should be quiet, and Blaine just pursed his lips and stepped inside. He settled onto the small couch and watched Kurt shuffling through papers, listening intently to whoever was on the other side of the line, occasionally replying.

“I don’t…yes…that’s right. I know someone who does. I could look. No, I’ll ask….that’s fine, you can find some too. I don’t know this was your idea! Um…well I used to be a countertenor. No, no, not since the surgery. Yes, that was me. That was my real voice. Really? Number eight? I didn’t even expect them to release it. I have to go to the doctor first, no I just have to get my throat checked. I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll rest it, I promise. Ok…ok I’ll talk to you later. Ok. Goodbye.”

Kurt hung up and set his phone down and looked over at Blaine, smiling slightly. “You’ll never believe what that as about.”

Blaine just raised his eyebrows, waiting for Kurt to elaborate.

“I just got offered a recording contract.”

Blaine’s eyes widened considerably as he stared at Kurt. His heart pounded in his chest, envy flooding through like a river of fiery hot lava. His hands clenched and he struggled to keep his face neutral.

He supposed this is how Kurt felt about the Golden Globe. All Blaine had ever wanted for his life was a loving, lasting relationship with someone and a recording contract. He’d been involved in music his whole life and was involved in acting out of chance. Here Kurt was, getting this handed to him like he hadn’t even worked for it.

“Blaine? Are you ok?” Kurt asked, as though he sensed what was wrong.

“Nothing,” Blaine lied. He couldn’t show Kurt how he felt about this. Kurt was worth more to him than getting upset over this, and after what they’d gone through with the Golden Globe, he supposed he only deserved this.

“Are you sure? Is everything ok on the set?” Kurt asked, moving to sit beside him, taking his hand in concern.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” Blaine said, mustering up the biggest smile he could. “Just fine. I just…I’m really happy for you.”

Kurt grinned and leaned forward to kiss him.

Blaine felt the urge to push Kurt away, to get mad at him for having his dream, but then Kurt started talking.

“It’s just…exciting. I finally get to showcase my voice again. To show people I’m back. Of course, I can’t just go and start recording. I have to go through a few checkups with the doctor to make sure my throat is ok. If there’s any chance that the operation from when they removed the tumor left a scar, then they won’t let me sing. So if I get to sing at all, it will kind of be a miracle.” Kurt smiled, clutching Blaine’s hand.

His heart sank. How could he be mad at Kurt? Kurt deserved it so much. He’d lost so much at such a young age in his career, and he deserved this come back. Blaine punched his jealousy down and smiled at Kurt. The biggest hope he had at this point of any music career was if Kurt let him help on the album, and that would only happen if he was nice to Kurt.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twelve: There Goes My Life
Scene 4

(EXT. Movie set. Chris is standing outside his trailer, talking with a few people. His shirt is dirty and his hair is all messed up. Darren approaches the group slowly. As he comes closer, Chris notices him)

CHRIS
Darren! What are you doing here?

DARREN
I wanted to surprise you.

(Chris, smiling, hurries over to hug Darren, then realizes he’s all dirty)

CHRIS
Sorry. I’m filthy. It’s for the movie. I’d tell you, but I don’t wanna spoil it.

DARREN
It’s ok (he can’t help look over Chris, who is showing more skin than he usually does in public)

CHRIS
We’ve been working on this scene for days. No matter how much I shower, I feel like I will permanently have grime under my fingernails.

DARREN
You look gorgeous.

(he can see Chris blush under the dirt)

DARREN
No, really, you are.

CHRIS
Look, I’m just gonna change and we can go. Usually I’d shower here, but we can just go back to my place and you can help me out.

(Darren smiles and wants to kiss him, but people are watching)

CHRIS
Just wait here. I’ll be right back.

(Runs toward his trailer and disappears inside)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twelve: There Goes My Life
Scene 5

(INT. Chris’s bathroom. Chris and Darren are together in the shower. They are facing each other, and Darren is washing Chris’s dirt covered shoulders)

CHRIS
After a year, you should just divorce her. That way you can say you tried, then you can come back and bathe me like this every day.

DARREN
(presses a kiss to Chris’s chest) This is seriously making me want to cancel the wedding.

CHRIS
Do it. I need you in my life, Darren. Every day. Please.

DARREN
Chris, can we please not have this discussion? Can we please just enjoy each other right now?

(Chris doesn’t answer. He’s looking at Darren like he’s trying not to cry. Like he knows this is the last time they’ll get to be alone together before Darren is married. Possibly ever)

(scene changes)

(EXT. Serena is in her car, driving down a quiet street, on her way home from the grocery store. She’s unhappy, knowing exactly where Darren is for the night. Jealousy is evident on her face. She’s tired of sharing Darren. Suddenly, she takes a sharp turn on another street, a car behind her honking. She ignores it as she starts to go faster)

(scene changes)

(INT. Chris’s bedroom. They’re under the covers on the bed, Darren straddling Chris as they kiss heatedly)

DARREN
I love you so much I can’t stand it.

CHRIS
Shut the fuck up and kiss me.

(scene changes)

(EXT. Serena grips the steering wheel tightly, turning sharply, focused only one what’s ahead of her. She’s speeding recklessly. It’s dark and she almost misses the turn toward Chris’s apartment building. There is a stop light at the end of the road, it’s green. She slams on the gas in an attempt to make it, but as she does a semi-truck pulls up and the light turns yellow. She’s going too fast to stop)

(scene changes)

(INT. Darren is moving above Chris, his head buried in the side of Chris’s neck as he makes love to him, soft and slow.)

CHRIS
Never stop, Dare. Never fucking stop.

DARREN
Never. God I love you.

(They kiss)

(scene changes)

(EXT. Serena realizes before it’s too late. The light turns red and she slams on her breaks. The semi’s horn honks, but to no avail. It crashes into the driver’s side of Serena’s car)

(scene changes)

(INT. The phone rings, interrupting Darren’s movements)

CHRIS
Ignore it.

DARREN
What if something’s wrong?

CHRIS
Ignore it.

DARREN
What if…

CHRIS
Ignore it.

(Darren keeps moving, kissing Chris. The phone stops ringing, then starts again.)

DARREN
Maybe I should…

CHRIS
Ignore it!

(he tries to keep going, but it keeps ringing. The mood is ruined now)

CHRIS
That bitch! She better have a fucking good reason for interrupting our fucking!

(Darren pulls on a pair of boxers and disappears down the hallway. The apartment is silent for a moment before a pale and shocked Darren appears in the bedroom doorway, staring at the phone in his hand)

CHRIS
Dare? What is it?

DARREN
Serena’s been in an accident.

CHRIS
Oh my god. Is she ok?

DARREN
(stuttering) She’s in critical condition. She…they don’t know if they can save her.

(He drops the phone and leans against the doorframe, running a hand through his hair. Chris stays on the bed, not knowing what to do. Darren eventually looks up at him, crying)

DARREN
She lost the baby.