“Don’t be,” Kurt said. He plucked his sunglasses off his face and folded them, hanging them from the collar of his shirt.

“But the last time I was in Ohio was when my parents kicked me out,” Blaine said, glancing around at the people that bustled past them in the airport. They’d been told a limo driver would be waiting for them outside, and after several phone calls, they’d deduced there was heavy traffic heading to the airport.

“You’re going to be fine, Blaine. We’re going to drive straight to Lima and we probably won’t even leave for the whole week,” Kurt assured him. He craned his neck to look at the arriving cars and buses and shuttles.

“I’m glad we’re ahead in filming,” Blaine said. “We needed to get away from there.”

“No kidding. I can’t even go shopping anymore. I never thought I’d hope for a place where I could be invisible,” said Kurt. He finally spotted their ride pulling up to the curb a little ways away. He tugged on Blaine’s arm and they took their suitcases – Blaine’s one and Kurt’s four – just in time to see the driver getting out holding a sign that said “Anderson-Hummel”.

“Would you look at that?” Blaine pointed out, his face breaking out in a wide grin. “If we got married, that’s what our name would be!”

Laughing, Kurt showed the driver his reservation papers and then let the man take his suitcases. “Remember, the straighter the better while we’re here. Hopefully we can at least try to blend in instead of being recognized around every corner we turn.”

Blaine chuckled as they climbed into the back of the limo. It had been a long flight, and he instantly laid down on one of the long seats, stretching his body out.

“Stop that,” Kurt said.

“Stop what?” Blaine looked up innocently.

“Stop being gorgeous.”

“It’s not like I’m trying.” Blaine rolled his eyes and stretched out again. Kurt let out a small groan that almost made Blaine laugh.

“Your shirt keeps going up when you stretch. It makes me want to blow you,” Kurt said. Blaine bolted upright, letting out an embarrassing squeak. Kurt eyed him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s a long drive to Lima, Blaine, and I’m a little hungry.”

“Kurt! You can’t just say things like that!” Blaine looked at him with wide eyes and glanced at the driver, who seems preoccupied with navigating the airport traffic.

“Sure I can,” Kurt said, his voice dropping down so it was low and sensual. His eyebrow arched and he smirked almost predatorily at Blaine, sliding along the seat and onto the floor in front of Blaine. He put his hands on Blaine’s jean covered knees, rubbing his thumbs across the material lightly.

“But the driver…”

“Won’t see,” Kurt said mischievously. He slid his hands up Blaine’s thighs, his thumbs tracing the inside of Blaine’s leg as he went up, brushing over his crotch as he reached for the button of Blaine’s jeans. Blaine let out a soft groan as Kurt undid the button and fly. He raised his hips, letting Kurt tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs.

Kurt reached up and stroked Blaine’s half hard cock until he was fully hard, then he gently kissed the head, his sparkling blue eyes looking up at Blaine, watching the pleasure mixed with love on his face as he reached down to grip on hand on Kurt’s shoulder, knowing that if he touched Kurt’s hair this would all be over far sooner than her would like. Kurt stuck his tongue out and licked the underside of Blaine’s cock from base to tip, encouraged by the low grown that escaped Blaine’s lips.

Kurt smiled as his tongue swiped over the head of Blaine’s cock, then he opened his mouth and slid down as far as he could, taking most of Blaine into his mouth. He’d gotten good at this lately, almost able to relax this throat enough to take all of him.

“Of fuck, Kurt, yes,” Blaine panted as Kurt began to bob his head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking hard as he pulled back, his tongue pressing hard against the underside as he went down. One hand gripped Blaine’s hip and the other softly cupped Blaine’s balls in his hand as he watched the pleasure on Blaine’s face.

Blaine was panting, whimpering with the effort not to be too loud. His whole body was tense as Kurt pulled back and sucked hard on the head of his cock.

“God, Kurt…” Blaine groaned, his hand moving to Kurt’s hair until he remembered in his lust-fogged brain that he wasn’t supposed to touch.

Kurt closed his eyes and relaxed his jaw, then began to take him in his mouth until he had all of him. He focused on relaxing as the head of Blaine’s cock hit the back of his throat. The whimpers coming from Blaine sent shivers through him, encouraging him. He started bobbed his head again, sucking as hard as he could with each pull back.

“Fuck, Kurt, I-I-I…”

That was all the warning Kurt got, and it was just enough for him to pull back until just the head of Blaine’s cock was in his mouth. Blaine’s body stiffened and he bit his lip with the effort not to cry as he spilled into Kurt’s mouth.

Kurt swallowed it all, sucking Blaine through his orgasm until he was satisfied and clean. He tucked Blaine inside his pants and managed to help him get his jeans back on. Climbing back up into the seat beside Blaine, he kissed him softly before laying his head on Blaine’s shoulder.

“What about you?” Blaine asked, his voice raspy and tired.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kurt said.

Blaine raised an eyebrow and glanced down to see the noticeable absence of a bulge in the front of Kurt’s pants. He smirked.

“You really are just like a teenager, aren’t you?”

“Twenty-three years of pent up sexual desire, Blaine. Twenty-three years.”

Blaine chuckled and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s shoulders, hugging him closer.

“Oh, and Blaine?” Kurt raised his head tiredly.

“Yeah?”

“No sex at my parents’ house,” Kurt said. “That is one thing I refuse to do.”

Blaine’s eyes widened and he pouted. They were staying with Kurt’s family for a week. They hadn’t gone a week without some kind of sexual activity since they got together.

Suddenly, this week seemed like it was going to be hell.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 1

(INT. Darren comes out of the bathroom, humming as he ties a towel around his waist. He smiles when he sees a very sleepy Chris emerging from the bedroom with an unhappy look on his face)

DARREN
Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.

CHRIS
Cut the crap. (Pushes Darren away from the bathroom and heads inside)

DARREN
What’s got you so grumpy?

CHRIS
This was my day off. My day to sleep in. But no. You keep me up all night having sex.

DARREN
You weren’t complaining last night.

CHRIS
And then you wake me up at seven in the morning singing in the fucking shower.

DARREN
You usually like it when I sing.

CHRIS
Not this morning. Get out of the bathroom so I can pee.

(Chris slams the door in Darren’s face, and Darren is just left standing there, smiling)

DARREN
(Too quiet for Chris to hear through the door) I really love you.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 2

(INT. The kitchen. Chris comes out of the refrigerator with a can of diet coke. He’s wearing just a t-shirt and boxers and his hair is all messed up)

DARREN
You’re so cute when you wear my underwear.

CHRIS
I need to do laundry.

DARREN
I’m sorry I woke you up. I love you. Will you cuddle with me?

CHRIS
You’re a cuddle monster, aren’t you?

DARREN
It’s not my fault you’re so fun to cuddle.

CHRIS
Don’t you have like, a job to go to?

DARREN
Not for another hour. Please!

(Chris gives in and goes over to the couch, collapsing beside Darren, then crawling into his arms. He lays his head on Darren’s chest)

DARREN
You’re perfect, Chris.

CHRIS
No I’m not.

DARREN
Yes you are. You’re gorgeous and you’re perfect. Promise me you’ll never change.

CHRIS
I don’t know, Dare. Someday I might grow old and get ugly.

DARREN
You’ll still be gorgeous inside.

CHRIS
You’re so cheesy. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll always just be me.

(Darren hugs him tightly)

.~ . ~ .

The limo pulled up to the old Hudson-Hummel house, now simply the Hummel house, and the driver helped unload their bags before receiving an obscenely large tip from Kurt (“Blaine, I feel bad for him when he has to wash that towel I used to clean myself!”). Kurt and Blaine somehow managed to get all their bags up the driveway and to the front door.

“Your dad isn’t gonna shoot me with a shotgun, is he?” Blaine asked nervously as Kurt rang the doorbell.

“Blaine, I’m twenty-three years old. By this point he’s just happy I’m dating someone who isn’t a crazy controlling stalker. Just relax. He’ll love you,” Kurt assured him. He rang the doorbell again, and the door opened to reveal Finn, who was also visiting along with Rachel.

“Kurt! It’s so great to see you, bro!” Finn enveloped him in a suffocating embrace. Blaine chuckled as Finn pulled back, leaving Kurt gasping for breath. “Mom! Burt! Kurt’s here!”

Finn bounded back into the house as Burt and Carole appeared, their faces brightening up considerably upon seeing Kurt, how hurried forward, designer bags forgotten, to embrace his father tightly.

“Dad, I missed you!” Kurt said, making the older man laugh at his enthusiasm. Kurt pulled back and hugged his step-mother tightly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember Blaine, still standing outside the door with their things. He pulled back and motioned for Blaine to come in.

“Dad, Carole, this is Blaine. My boyfriend. My very serious boyfriend,” Kurt said, grasping Blaine’s hand as he got closer.

“Hello, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said timidly as he extended a hand for Burt to shake. The older man took it enthusiastically.

“Call me, Burt, son. I feel like I already know you,” Burt said, earning a smile from Blaine.

Carole stepped forward to embrace Blaine, whispering in his ear, “I’m so glad Kurt found you.”

“So you guys have made quite a name for yourselves,” Burt said as he and Blaine started pulling their things inside the house. “I’ve been watching that show of yours, and while I’ll admit…some parts I can’t watch…it’s quite a story they’ve got going.”

Blaine and Kurt both blushed violently red, knowing what “parts” Blaine was referring to. Neither of them blamed him.

“But it’s just television, right boys?” Burt said jovially as he ushered them into the house. “Carole’s got some of those little sandwiches made up that you like, Kurt. I’m gonna barbeque later. Rachel’s dads are coming over and it’ll be a little party.”

“Sounds great,” Kurt said as he led Blaine over to the counter, where they sat at the two bar stools there.

“So, Blaine, tell us about yourself,” Carole said as she went to the fridge and pulled out a plate of finger sandwiches.

“Um…I’ve wanted to be a singer most of my life, but I just got into acting and then I got this job. I went to high school just down in Westerville, at Dalton Academy. My parents sorta disowned me when I was eighteen, because of me being gay, so for the last seven years I’ve pretty much just been hanging out in L.A. waiting for a job like this one. And a nice guy like Kurt,” Blaine said, smiling at Kurt as they held hands on top of the counter.

“Quite a life story there,” Burt said.

“Yes, sir,” Blaine nodded.

“Kurt, it’s been a while since we talked. You two fill us in on what’s been happening on the west coast. I’ve never been to California,” Carole said excitedly.

Kurt launched into a lengthy discussion about how they didn’t really have much time to do anything, but if Burt and Carole wanted to visit, Kurt could get them free passes to Disneyland and even though the air was full of smog, it was very a fun place to live. He told them about their condo and his album and everything that was happening in their lives. The entire time he spoke, Blaine just watched him with a loving smile.

Blaine’s expression didn’t escaped Burt’s notice, and he was happy his son finally found someone to love.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 3

(EXT. Chris is checking the mail, flipping through a few bills, a guitar magazine for Darren, and a strange looking envelope at the bottom of the stack. As he begins to walk back to the apartment, he examines the envelope. He pauses to unlock the apartment door and slip inside, then he goes into the living room and opens the letter. Inside is a single sheet of paper. Chris reads it, beginning to look afraid by what he reads. Dropping the letter, he hurries to lock the front door, then searches for his cellphone.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 4

(INT. Chris is sitting on the floor of the bedroom, the apartment completely dark, as he tries to call Darren)

DARREN
Chris, what’s wrong?

CHRIS
(slightly hysterical) I need you. I need you home right now. Please come home now. Please.

DARREN
Baby, what’s the matter?

CHRIS
Just come home, please!

DARREN
I’m in the middle of my shift.

CHRIS
Please!

DARREN
Ok, I just have to go tell Roger, and then I’ll come right home. Are you going to be ok for a little while? I’ll be right there, I promise.

CHRIS
Please hurry, Dare. I’m scared.

DARREN
I’m coming. I love you, Chris.

(They hang up and Chris sits hugging his knees to his chest, waiting for Darren)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 5

(INT. Darren enters the apartment quickly and he’s unnerved by how dark and quiet it is. He looks around and finds Chris in the bedroom, watching the door with wide open blue eyes)

DARREN
(softly) Chris, baby, what’s wrong?

CHRIS
(stuttering) The letter. The letter on the kitchen counter.

(Darren sends Chris a worried look before retreating into the kitchen where he finds the mail on the floor and a single piece of paper on the kitchen counter. He reads it, then hurries back into the bedroom)

DARREN
Where did you get this?

CHRIS
It was in the mail.

DARREN
‘Stupid fags should die’. Do you think someone might try and hurt us?

CHRIS
(shrugs) No.

DARREN
But it’s a death threat.

CHRIS
(wipes his eyes) I get them all the time. They never act on them.

DARREN
Then why are you so upset?

CHRIS
That one was addressed to you.

(Darren looks surprised, then slowly walks over and sits beside Chris. They sit in silence for a long moment before Chris loops his arm around Darren’s and rests his head on Darren’s shoulder)

DARREN
They sure have a way of making a guy feel like crap, don’t they?

CHRIS
It takes a while to be able to ignore it.

DARREN
Why do I get the feeling I have a lot of catching up to do?

CHRIS
It’s what you get for coming out at the tender age of twenty-five.

DARREN
You know, Chris, my dad doesn’t even know yet.

CHRIS
Are you going to tell him?

DARREN
I have to. There’s a family reunion coming up next month and it’s encouraged to bring serious significant others.

CHRIS
I don’t know if I can handle your relatives.

DARREN
You’ll love them. All of them are quite accepting. It’s just my dad I’m worried around. I mean, I know he won’t disown me or anything, I just don’t want to shock him too much.

CHRIS
Everyone loves you. You have nothing to worry about.

DARREN
Except death threats.

CHRIS
I don’t think we have to worry too much. I just got scared because it was someone threatening you.

DARREN
Aww you love me.

CHRIS
Don’t let it get to your head.

DARREN
Chris?

CHRIS
Yes, Darren?

DARREN
Is it really gonna be ok?

CHRIS
Yeah, Darren. I think it’s gonna be just fine.

. ~ . ~ .

Later that evening when the house was bustling with people, Burt asked Blaine to help him outside with the barbeque. Once on the patio, away from the noise inside, Burt pulled up a patio chair for Blaine and handed him a beer. Blaine sat down while Burt started working with the barbeque.

“So, Kurt really likes you,” Burt said after a few minutes of silence.

“And I love him back,” Blaine said, taking a long drink from his beer.

“And you’re living with him,” Burt stated.

“We’ve been living together for a couple months,” Blaine nodded, even though Burt was facing away from him.

“You had…you know…”

“Yes,” Blaine said, blushing. It really was like being a teenager again with these Hummel’s. Not that Blaine was complaining. He was getting all the things he’d missed out on when he was a teenager.

“Kurt must trust you then,” Burt said. “Like he’s never trusted anyone before.”

“I think he does,” Blaine said, surprised to not feel as awkward as he felt he should. He leaned forward in his chair and looked up at Kurt’s dad, still feeling like he had to prove he was worthy in the eyes of the man who Kurt looked up to more than anyone. “Mr. Hummel. Burt. I love Kurt. Someday, not soon, but someday I hope he might want to marry me. If he doesn’t ask me first, then I have no doubt I’ll be back here, asking your permission when the time comes. I want the best for him, and maybe I’m not it. But I love him and I want him to be safe, and cared for, and happy.”

Burt turned around and took a swig of his own beer.

“I don’t doubt it,” Burt said. “The both of you are far from kids anymore. Kurt’s already been through so much in his life. I’m just glad he’s happy.”

“Me too,” Blaine said with a long sigh. “Me too.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 7

(INT. The restaurant bar where Darren plays. Chris follows him in, unsure)

CHRIS
Are you sure we should be in here? I really don’t want another beer can thrown at my head.

DARREN
Relax. I’m friends with everyone here and I mentioned the other night, and those guys were banned from the facility. They made a public spectacle of it, so I think you’re safe here.

CHRIS
Always looking out for me, huh?

DARREN
For both of us, silly. Now you go sit down and watch me make beautiful music for the next couple hours.

(Chris just smiles and heads to his usual table in the corner. He glances around uncomfortably, even though he knows Darren wouldn’t bring him somewhere he would get hurt.)

WAITRESS
You want anything, sweetie?

CHRIS
Just a diet coke.

WAITRESS
Alright, I’ll get that for you real quick.

(When she leaves, Chris sees Darren come up on stage with his guitar.)

DARREN
Good evening everyone. I’m Darren, your entertainment for tonight. This first song I’m gonna sing, a lot of my may know it. I didn’t write it, but I wanted to sing this for someone special. You know who you are.

(Focus on Chris, who blushes and looks down at the table, then back on Darren as he begins to sing)

DARREN
Made a wrong turn, once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that’s alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss, no way it’s all good, it didn’t slow me down
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look, I’m still around

Pretty, Pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than, less than perfect
Pretty, Pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me

You’re so mean when you talk
About yourself, you are wrong
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead

So complicated, look how big you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game
It’s enough, I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, see you do the same

Pretty, Pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel
Like you’re less than, less than perfect
Pretty, Pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you’re nothing, you are perfect to me

(Darren ends the song and smiles at Chris, who is trying not to cry)

. ~ . ~ .

“Blaine, my parents are right down the hallway,” Kurt hissed as Blaine buried his face in Kurt’s neck, suckling on Kurt’s sensitive skin. “Get off me. Your facial hair is scratching me and it hurts.”

Blaine pulled back and pouted. “But we haven’t done anything in four days and I really like your parents, but this whole trip is like one giant cockblock.”

“I love you, Blaine, but just keep it in your pants and I promise once we get home you can fuck me until I can’t walk,” Kurt said, a hint of promise in his voice. Blaine pouted and Kurt just rolled his eyes, pushing Blaine away.

“But I love you,” Blaine tried to move forward and hug him but Kurt just laughed and kept pushing him away.

“You’re lucky my dad let you sleep in the same bed as me,” Kurt said, finally pushing Blaine until he was lying on his back. He rolled over and half laid on Blaine’s chest, hovering over him and looking down at him with a sweet smile.

“Will you at least kiss me?” Blaine asked.

“No,” replied Kurt.

“But…but…but,” Blaine pouted.

“You haven’t shaved in two days, Blaine. You’re bordering on mountain man. I’m not kissing you until you shave,” Kurt said adamantly.

“But it makes me look manly! Rachel said!” Blaine reached up and ran his hand through Kurt’s messed up hair, trying to tug him up to kiss him.

“No, it makes you look like you have a chia pet growing on your face,” Kurt said. He pulled Blaine’s hand out of his hair and sat up.

“But I love you,” Blaine said.

“And I love you too,” Kurt said. “Just not when you’re in danger of hurting my skin.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Sixteen: Perfect
Scene 8

(INT. Darren is sitting in the corner in a coffee shot, sipping from a cup and surfing the internet on his laptop. His cellphone rings, gathering attention from people around. He smiles in apology and pulls out his phone. He doesn’t recognize the number)

DARREN
Hello?

ASHLEY
Darren? It’s Ashley. Chris’s friend.

DARREN
Oh, hey. What’s up?

ASHLEY
Is Chris with you?

DARREN
Nope. He left for work three hours ago.

ASHLEY
Well, he never showed up to the set.