(EXT. Darren is standing outside Chris’s trailer on the set of the movie. He knocks on the door obnoxiously until Chris opens the door, annoyed and shirtless.)

DARREN
Get dressed! We’re going to lunch!

CHRIS
There’s food on set. I’m busy.

(Darren pushes his way into Chris’s trailer and picks up the first t-shirt he sees, thrusting it at Chris.)

DARREN
But we’re going somewhere special. Because I’m that pushy guy who has a crush on you and really wants to take you out on a date.

CHRIS
So I take it you’re not still mad that I saran-wrapped the toilet bowl and let you drink vinegar water?

(Darren narrows his eyes, even though he’s still smiling, and grabs Chris around the waist, pulling him closer)

DARREN
I forgave you when you made love to me.

CHRIS
(playfully slaps Darren’s chest) You are so full of it. And do not make that into some kind of innuendo.

DARREN
It hadn’t even crossed my mind. So, lunch with me?

CHRIS
(shrugs) I suppose. But you’re buying.

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt never passed up a good opportunity to play nurse, and when Blaine woke up sniffling and coughing, eyes puffed and nose plugged, Kurt instantly began fussing over his boyfriend. He made Blaine herbal tea that was supposed to make him better, but Blaine only shoved it away just because it smelled awful.

Then Kurt went to the health food store down the street and came back and made Blaine soup that would ease his sore throat and relax his stuffed up nasal passages. Blaine refused to eat it just because it tasted a little…ok…it tasted disgusting.

In the end, after much tired arguing, Blaine had a glass of fruit punch (“Too much sugar, Blaine”), a bowl of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup (“There is way too much sodium in this crap, Blaine”), and a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders (“I’d cuddle to keep you warm, but I can’t afford to get sick, Blaine”). Kurt sat on the other side of the couch, pressed against the arm as far from Blaine as he could get, as they both enjoyed watching Ellen.

Much to both their surprise, Ellen introduced her next guest as Quinn Fabray, who was recently killed off the hit new show Bring on Tomorrow.

“Kurt, turn it up!” Blaine demanded. Kurt rolled his eyes and turned up the volume as Quinn walked out on the stage and hugged Ellen before taking a seat.

“So, was it your decision to leave the show?” Ellen asked. “I mean, it’s been received with mixed reviews, but the show seems to be a hit.”

“It was known from the beginning that I wasn’t going to stay long. I only signed a twelve episode contract to begin with, so I’ve already got more projects lined up,” Quinn replied.

“How was it being a part of such a groundbreaking show? I mean, everyone watches it, but some of the content has been quite controversial.”

Quinn thought about her answer for a moment before saying, “It’s very different. I come from a very religious family, and when I first auditioned, they were advertising it as something very different from what it’s become. They played it up as a straight man living with a gay man, and when this turn came that the straight man wasn’t really straight, it was difficult for me personally to take it. After a few episodes though, I began to see it much differently. I think the whole show is a bit of a learning experience for anyone who watches.”

Tearing his eyes away from the screen, Kurt looked over to find Blaine watching him as well. After a moment, it seemed the interview was forgotten.

“You know what?” Blaine asked, setting his soup on the coffee table in front of him.

“What?” Kurt asked, turning sideway so he was facing Blaine.

Blaine sighed heavily, then said, “I think I’m ready for us to go public.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fifteen: Reality
Scene 2

(INT. A small restaurant and bar. Chris and Darren are at a table in the back corner)

DARREN
I wanted to keep it a surprise but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

CHRIS
You’re like a child sometimes.

DARREN
Says the man who purposely wrote a movie he could star in just to be able to wear a cardboard pencil.

CHRIS
Just shut up and tell me what you’re so excited about.

DARREN
(reaches across the table to take Chris’s hand) I got a job.

CHRIS
But you already work at the hardware store.

DARREN
Not that kind of job. I got a job singing.

CHRIS
Dare, that’s great! Where at?

DARREN
Right here. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights.

CHRIS
That’s amazing. You’ll finally get to play like you wanted!

DARREN
I know! It’s great. I get to play whatever I want. There are two hour long sets. I get thirty bucks a night plus whatever I get in tips.

CHRIS
I can’t wait to come see you perform.

. ~ . ~ .

“Fuck, Blaine, I have to stay quiet!” Kurt whispered harshly as Blaine sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck, pulling Kurt’s legs tighter around his waist as he rolled his hips into Kurt’s.

“No one is around to hear you,” Blaine said, licking his way up to Kurt’s jaw as he pressed his erection hard against Kurt’s, their hips rubbing frantically together. He reached his hands down to cup Kurt’s ass, pulling them tighter together as he pushed Kurt’s back against the wall.

“My…fuck…my vocal coach says I have to…ohgod Blaine yes…have to relax my…ungh…my voice,” Kurt moaned loudly as the friction became too much. While they had been having sex on a fairly…regular…schedule, Kurt had about as much tolerance as a sixteen year old boy.

Blaine loved having fun with that.

“Don’t listen,” Blaine grunted as he licked the shell of Kurt’s ear, his hips moving faster as Kurt clawed at his back. This had to be over soon. They only had a few minutes before they met with Patrick.

“Oh, Blaine!” Kurt practically wailed as his fingers dug deep into Blaine’s shoulders, his head thudding against the wall as his own hips stuttered through his orgasm. Blaine was so turned on by watching Kurt come completely undone, it took only a few strokes of his palm over his clothed cock to having him coming in his pants as well.

“You make me feel like I’m a teenager again,” Blaine smirked, pressing a soft kiss to Kurt’s lips. He glanced down at his watch and realized that they should’ve been at Patrick’s office two minutes ago. “Shit, Kurt, we’re late.”

Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and started marching him down the hallway.

“Blaine, can’t we stop at the bathroom first? My pants are all sticky and gross now,” Kurt whined. Blaine ignored him and ignored the stickiness in his own pants. They turned down another hallway and found Patrick’s office, knocking once on the door before pushing it open to find the man sitting behind his desk, waiting impatiently.

“Hello my little stars,” Patrick said enthusiastically. “You wanted to speak to me?”

Kurt and Blaine managed to stand calmly, holding hands, despite the uncomfortable…situation…they were both in. Since Blaine set up the meeting, he decided to speak first.

“Kurt and I wanna go public,” said Blaine. Patrick just raised an eyebrow and stared at them both for a moment.

With a wave of his hand, Patrick said, “You two reek of sex, by the way.”

Kurt blushed deep red and Blaine felt his face grow a little warm.

“How do you propose to do this?” Patrick asked.

“I just figured we’d just…go out or something and do what we normally do, and let the public find out. Then we wouldn’t deny it when asked about it,” Kurt replied, summarizing the conclusion of a three hour long discussion he and Blaine had.

“If that’s what you want to do, then you have my blessing. It could do nothing but good things for our ratings at this point,” Patrick said.

Kurt and Blaine exchanged surprised glances when they realized Patrick had approved their crazy scheme. Then, they realized, that they no longer had to confine themselves to the set of the show and the inside of their condo.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fifteen: Reality
Scene 4

(INT. The bar where Darren is on the stage, just finishing his first set. He thanks everyone and set his guitar in the stand, hopping off the stage and heading over to the corner table where Chris is.)

CHRIS
You were fantastic. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.

DARREN
(leans down to kiss him, then sits across from him) Don’t apologize. I know you’re busy.

CHRIS
(glancing around to see if anyone noticed) Your voice is incredible.

DARREN
Stop it, you’re gonna make me blush.

CHRIS
You don’t blush that easily. But really, Dare, you should be pursuing music instead of acting.

DARREN
Music was my first love, but acting is a secret passion of mine.

CHRIS
Maybe someday I’ll write a TV show or something you can star in.

DARREN
That would be awesome.

(They both laugh before Darren looks at his cellphone and realizes he has to start his second set. He stands and pats Chris’s hand on the table)

DARREN
Can I get another good luck kiss before I go on again?

(Chris blushes, but sit up and kisses Darren back when he leans down. They are unaware of the group of guys at the bar watching them.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fifteen: Reality
Scene 5

(EXT. It’s late. Chris and Darren are walking down the sidewalk, heading to Darren’s car, holding hands. A glass bottle hits the ground and shatters at Chris’s feet, surprising them both. Chris looks over his shoulder to see a group of four big guys stumbling behind them)

CHRIS
Oh my god, Darren. I don’t think they like this.

DARREN
Like what?

CHRIS
That we’re together.

DARREN
(looks over his shoulder) Yeah, well, fuck them.

CHRIS
Darren! You can’t just say things like that!

MAN 1
Hey fags, you wanna say something to us?

MAN 2
Look at ‘em. Trying to ignore us.

MAN 1
Too chicken to stand up and fight.

MAN 3
More like too girly.

CHRIS
(whispers) Whatever you do, ignore them.

(Man 4 throws a crumpled can at the, hitting Chris in the back of the head, making him cry out in surprise. Darren pulls his hand out of Chris’s and turns around, ready to fight)

MAN 4
Oh would you look at that, boys. The faggot wants to fight us.

MAN 2
He won’t. He won’t mess up his pretty little cocksucking mouth.

DARREN
Shut the fuck up.

CHRIS
Darren, just ignore them, please.

MAN 1
Well would you look at that, the girl speaks.

DARREN
He is not a girl!

MAN 2
It would be better for you if he was.

(Man 2 shoves Darren, and he stumbles backwards. Chris catches him and pulls him away as the men advance on them. They run down the sidewalk to Darren’s car, getting in quickly. The men are still coming closer)

CHRIS
Oh my god, Darren, just put the key in and drive!

(Chris flinches away from the window as the men get closer. Darren finally starts the car and pulls out of the spot before any of the men can block him in. It’s silent as he speeds away, until they get to a stoplight and he looks over at Chris, who he realizes is crying)

DARREN
Hey, Chris, baby, don’t cry, please.

(Chris just sits up straight and looks out the window, not saying anything)

. ~ . ~ .

Blaine was sprawled out on the couch, playing Angry Birds on Kurt’s iPad, the TV on with the sound down, listening as Kurt did exercises in the music room with his newly hired vocal coach. He’d been so upset over his lacking voice that he inquired with Mercedes and got the name of an amazing vocal coach.

Blaine just hadn’t expected that coach to be the very man that had been rejected for the role of Darren minutes before Blaine auditioned. When Kurt invited Jesse St. James into the apartment, seemingly forgetting just who it was that he had hired, Blaine had been wary. It could’ve been Jesse in his position, sharing a condo with Kurt and sharing his bed at night. After a couple weeks and one serious talk with Jesse, they’d established that the only thing Jesse wanted was the hefty paycheck he got for helping to recover Kurt’s voice.

He heard Kurt singing in the other room and he glanced up at the TV just in time to catch his and Kurt’s face on the latest episode of Entertainment Tonight. He jumped up and scrambled for the remote to pause the show before he hurried into the music room. The door was open, and when he appeared he was met with annoyed looks from both Kurt and Jesse.

“What is it, Blaine? I’ve got just a few more exercises, then I’m done,” Kurt said.

“Yeah, well, this can’t wait. We’re on TV,” Blaine said. Kurt instantly knew what that meant and he hurried out after Blaine into the living room. He started to play the show, turning up the volume.

“Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, stars of the HBO hit drama Bring on Tomorrow, have made several appearances in public showing evidence that their onscreen romance might have bubbled over into a real life fling.”

The screen flashed with one video of Kurt and Blaine shopping, holding hands, then a fuzzy cellphone video of Blaine kissing Kurt on the cheek while getting lunch one day, and several other pictures of them walking down the street together.

“Fans have been dying for evidence real life relationship between these two since their first heated kiss in the fourth episode of the show.”

Part of the screen recounted that kiss, the one that had taken them many tries to film after they’d barely been able to stop the first one.

“A relationship has been neither confirmed nor denied, but the evidence is looking pretty strong, so look out everyone, for the couple fans have affectionately dubbed ‘Klaine’. I have a feeling they’re going to go crazy.”

When it was over, Blaine turned the volume down and glanced over at Kurt, who was actually smiling.

“So people know,” Blaine said.

“Yeah. They do,” Kurt said.

“How does it feel?” Blaine asked.

“It feels…good. Like I can actually go out with my boyfriend now,” Kurt replied. “But now everyone will know. So this means you have to meet my family.”

Blaine smiled and said, “I can’t wait.”

Kurt gave Blaine a quick kiss on the cheek before heading back in to finish working on his voice.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fifteen: Reality
Scene 6

(INT. Chris and Darren are sitting on the couch. The apartment is dark and quiet)

DARREN
Those guys were assholes.

CHRIS
Those guys were about three quarters of the world’s population.

DARREN
What do you mean?

CHRIS
This is reality, Dare. This is the reality of being gay. People are going to hate you.

DARREN
(stares down at his hands folded in his lap) I’ve never really…I didn’t think it was that bad.

CHRIS
A lot of people are accepting of it, sure, but there is always going to be some guy who shows his disapproval.

(Darren suddenly turns towards Chris, then reaches forward and takes both his hands)

DARREN
I need you to be honest with me.

CHRIS
Always.

DARREN
Is this what it’s been like for you? Your whole life?

CHRIS
Basically, yeah. I mean usually it’s because of my voice or the way I walk or something, but I’ve been threatened a few times for being gay. It’s just…

DARREN
Reality?

CHRIS
Yeah. And I tried to warn you. I told you before it wasn’t going to be easy. That these things were going to happen.

DARREN
And I’m still here, aren’t I?

CHRIS
You never had to be. You could’ve had the easy way out.

DARREN
I didn’t want an easy life, Chris, I want you.

(Chris squeezes his hands before he leans forward and kisses him passionately)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fifteen: Reality
Scene 7

(INT. The bedroom. Darren carries Chris in, kissing him, with Chris’s legs wrapped around him. He sets Chris on the bed and moves so he is straddling him)

DARREN
This is my reality.

(takes Chris’s shirt off)

CHRIS
This is most definitely a fantasy.

DARREN
I always had a feeling you were too good to be true.

(They kiss again)

CHRIS
I love you so much it can’t be healthy.

DARREN
They can’t touch us, Chris. Or what we have.

(They kiss once more and they scene fades black)