(EXT. Darren pulls up to the set where most of the cast and crew are gathered outside Chris’s trailer. Darren jumps out of the car and runs over to them)

DARREN
Ashley? Ashley! Have you heard anything?

ASHLEY
No. His phone is dead. I’m starting to get really worried, Darren.

DARREN
You don’t know the half of worried.

(Darren pulls out his cellphone again and tries to call Chris. It goes straight to voicemail)

DARREN
Fuck. What if something happened to him? What if someone tried to hurt him?

ASHLEY
He’ll be alright.

DARREN
If you really fucking believed that, you wouldn’t have called me.

(Ashley knows it’s true, so she doesn’t respond.)

DARREN
Ok, um, does anyone have any paper?

MAN IN BACK
I do!

DARREN
Ok give it here. (Takes the paper and a pen and begins writing on them, then ripping off the pieces) Here are places Chris likes to go. I’ve seen enough cop shows to know they won’t help us yet. We have to split up and check them all. Ask people if they’ve seen him. Maybe we can find him or at least where he’s been.

(He hands the papers out, and people just stare at him)

DARREN
You guys can’t do this movie without him, so get going!

(Everyone hurries to their respective cars, leaving Darren and Ashley)

ASHLEY
Where are we going?

DARREN
First, we’re going home.

. ~ . ~ .
Kurt loved shopping. Like, he loved shopping. There was no way he was going to let fame or fans keep him from a pleasant trip to the mall. Although as much as he would’ve loved to have brought Blaine along to carry all his bags, it was better if they avoided being spotted together for fear of being mauled.

He’d been recognized plenty of times back in New York when he was on Broadway. He liked to consider himself a professional at keeping a low profile. Unfortunately, that day he hadn’t anticipated just how many girls in their early to mid-twenties that enjoyed watching two guys kiss on TV actually liked to shop at the same mall as him.

He made it through one store. One store. He picked out shirt for Blaine and went to pay for it when he was recognized. He didn’t even get to buy the shirt before he was hurrying out of the store, trying to hide behind a cellphone kiosk, but the fans found him anyway. He attempted to get to the doors so he could find his car in the parking lot, but instead he was chased down a hallway between the McDonald’s and the Taco Bell in the food court. He hurried through the first open door he came across – the bathroom – and hurried inside, locking himself in the first open stall.

That was how Kurt found himself locked in a stall in the women’s bathroom. He’d thought it was safe to venture out about five minutes after he went in, but as he tried to come out, he heard two girls giggling about trying to find him, and he knew he was screwed. Pulling out his phone, he called Blaine on speed dial and spoke quietly.

“Hello gorgeous,” Blaine said cheerfully.

“Blaine, I need you to send a bodyguard or something to the mall,” Kurt said, quietly.

“What for? Did you get into some trouble?” Blaine suddenly sounded worried.

“Don’t laugh, but I’m locked in a stall in the women’s restroom by the food court,” Kurt said, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Please just send someone, soon. They come in and I can hear them talking about me.”

“Alright, Kurt. Just hang on. I’ll send someone and they’ll be right there. I love you,” Blaine said.

“Love you too. Hurry,” Kurt said before hanging up.

. ~ . ~ .
Episode Seventeen: Worried
Scene 2

(INT. Darren is looking through stacks of papers on Chris’s dresser)

ASHLEY
What are you looking for?

DARREN
Something that gives me a hint where he might’ve gone if he didn’t go straight to the set.

ASHLEY
He usually stops to get coffee. Because he always comes with some weird vanilla latte. It’s really gross.

DARREN
(not really listening) Yeah. Sure.

ASHLEY
Hey, what’s this? (holds up the death threat letter)

(Darren looks at it and his eyes widen. He shakes his head and goes back to digging through Chris’s things)

DARREN
It was addressed to me. They wouldn’t hurt him. It was me they were threatening. Unless he was just lying. But he wouldn’t. He never lies to me.

(Darren finally pulls out a piece of paper from a flower shop)

DARREN
I think I found something. This says he had an appointment this morning at Cindy’s Flowers.

ASHLEY
Well let’s get our asses over there!

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Seventeen: Worried
Scene 3

(INT. Darren and Ashley calmly walk into a vibrantly pink flower shop with a woman behind the counter trimming roses)

CINDY
Hello, there. What can I do for you?

DARREN
Yes, actually. Did you have an appointment with Chris Colfer this morning?

CINDY
Cutie pie about this tall with blue eyes?

DARREN
Yes. That’s him.

CINDY
Yep he left here about an hour and a half ago. He bought about six dozen roses.

DARREN
(glances at Ashley) Do you know where he went?

CINDY
Nope. He pulled his car up to the back and we loaded the flowers in and then he went down to the stoplight and took a right. That’s about as far as I know.

DARREN
Damn.

CINDY
Sorry I couldn’t help you more.

(Darren and Ashley are already heading back out the door)

DARREN
How do you get to the set from here?

ASHLEY
You go down, take a right, keep going straight, then I think another right and it’s not far from there.

. ~ . ~ .
Almost an hour later, the bathroom door opened and an oddly familiar voice asked if there was anyone inside the restroom. No female voices responded, and Kurt was about to say something when he heard the door lock. His heart skipped.

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Was he locked in the bathroom? What if the mall closed early and he was stuck in here for hours?

“Kurt?”

His heart leaped, and he was relieved to hear Blaine’s voice. Hurriedly, Kurt scrambled to open the door, then he threw his arms around Blaine.

“How did you get in without them noticing?” Kurt asked.

“There aren’t any people out there, Kurt. I just kept my head down and tried to not be so damn recognizable,” replied Blaine. He pushed Kurt away enough to be able to kiss him softly. Kurt pushed on Blaine’s shoulders.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Kurt insisted. Blaine shook his head, gently pushing Kurt back into the bathroom stall. “What are you doing?”

“Wanna fuck you,” Blaine said gruffly, pressing his face into Kurt’s neck as he pressed him up against the wall of the stall.

“No. We are not having sex in the bathroom, Blaine. And most definitely not a women’s bathroom!” Kurt tried to protest, but his body was already giving into the feel of Blaine’s lips suckling on the sensitive skin of his neck.

“Door is locked,” Blaine said. He slid his hand down Kurt’s thigh and curled his hand under his knee, bringing his leg up to wrap around his waist. Kurt braced himself on Blaine’s shoulders, then brought the other leg up, tightening them until his half-hard cock was pressed hard against Blaine’s near full on erection.

Blaine groaned as he worked his way up Kurt’s neck, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to the skin under Kurt’s ear.

“Is this just you getting me back for last week?” Kurt panted, bucking his hips forward, trying to get as much friction as he could through the layers of their clothes.

“Mmhmm,” Blaine hummed against Kurt’s skin. His fingers began to work at Kurt’s shirt, pushing it up as he ran his fingers up Kurt’s stomach, rolling his thumbs over Kurt’s nipples.

“Ah! Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt moaned. Blaine pressed him harder against the wall, rutting against him in a desperate attempt to find some release.

“Mmm, I thought I was fucking you,” Blaine said breathlessly, his voice low and husky.

“Then do it,” Kurt gasped. Blaine slid one hand down Kurt’s stomach, then teased the waistband of his skin tight jeans, sliding his fingers under them, trailing back and forth until he finally, finally popped open the button and slid down the zipper, his fingers coming in contact with Kurt’s bare cock.

“Fuck. You were gonna try on clothes like this?” Blaine asked, wrapping his fingers around Kurt’s cock and pumping almost instinctively.

“I was buying...clothes for…you,” Kurt panted, his eyes screwed shut as he bit his lip to hold back the noises trying to escape his throat.

“You don’t like my fashion choices?” Blaine pulled back and pouted, slipping his hand out of Kurt’s jeans.

“They suck. Why did you stop touching?” Kurt whined, bucking his hips to try and get Blaine back.

“Apologize to my clothes. You hurt their feelings,” Blaine said, his hands gripping Kurt’s thighs as he pulled Kurt’s legs from around his waist.

“And if I don’t?” Kurt asked as Blaine began to tug his jeans down.

“I don’t know,” Blaine said. There wasn’t enough blood left in his brain to think up a response. He grasped Kurt’s hips and turned him around, unzipping his own pants with one hand.

“Lube?” Kurt asked, his voice high-pitched with anticipation. Blaine let out a mutter of curses as he grappled for the small bottle of lube he’d slid into his pocket before he left the condo. Finding it at last, he squirted some on his fingers and found Kurt’s entrance. Quickly he pushed one, then two fingers in.

“How do you want it?” Blaine asked, pumping his fingers in and out of Kurt, crooking them and brushing his fingertips over Kurt’s prostate. He shrieked in pleasure, panting as he tried to respond.

“H-hard. And fast. God, Blaine, just get your dick in me now,” Kurt whimpered. Blaine’s response was to work a third finger into him, loving the way Kurt’s hips moved like they were fucking his fingers, desperate for more.

Quickly, Blaine pulled his fingers out and squirted more lube into the palm of his hand, spreading it over his cock. With one hand on Kurt’s hip and the other guiding his cock to Kurt’s entrance, he said gruffly, “If you can still walk by the time I’m done, you can fuck me when we get home.”

And then he pressed into Kurt, sliding in completely with one fast thrust. Kurt gasped and slammed his hands against the wall, desperate for something to hold onto, but finding nothing. Blaine pressed his face into Kurt’s back as he dug his fingers into Kurt’s hips hard enough to bruise, holding them as he thrust hard and fast, pounding into Kurt.

They’d never been this rough before, and the thought crossed his mind that maybe this might hurt Kurt, but Kurt let out a cry of pleasure as Blaine’s cock brushed that spot inside of him and a few more thrusts and Kurt came, splattering the wall without touching his cock at all.

Kurt’s muscles clenched around Blaine, and after three more hard thrusts, Blaine came inside of Kurt with a strangled cry of his name.

After a few minutes, Blaine pulled out and kissed the back of Kurt’s neck.

“I love you,” Blaine whispered, nuzzling the sweat dampened skin.

“Love you too,” Kurt said, still panting as he came down from his orgasm.

Blaine smiled, then went about cleaning them both up before they had to find a way to get out.

. ~ . ~ .
Episode Seventeen: Worried
Scene 4

(Darren hurried her in the car. They get in and he drives fast, cutting someone off as he pulls out)

DARREN
Keep an eye out for his car.

(He takes a right and drives slower, looking around at he goes.)

ASHLEY
There! Darren, there! It’s his car! Turn now!

DARREN
(turns abruptly) Are you sure?

ASHLEY
Who else drives a blue Honda with an I Heart Llamas bumper sticker?

(Darren pulls up behind Chris’s car and they get out)

ASHLEY
Why on earth would he come down here? There’s nothing down this street except drug dealers, Mexican Mafia guys, and porn shops.

DARREN
Do you think someone killed him and stole his car?

(Looks inside of Chris’s car. It seems normal. There are six dozen roses strategically placed in the backseat.)

ASHLEY
I’m gonna go ask around inside.

DARREN
Ashley, are you insane? That’s a…a….a sex shop!

ASHLEY
Not every girl buys vibrators from Shop Erotic infomercials, Curly. I’ve been in here before.

DARREN
(blushing) Well if that wasn’t too much information, I don’t know what is.

ASHLEY
Don’t pretend like you don’t know how often I’ve heard every story of your sexcapades.

(Darren looks at her, puzzled)

ASHLEY
Dearest Christopher sometimes can’t keep his mouth shut.

(They head inside, Darren following close behind her as he looks wide-eyed at the various things on the shelves. Ashley walks right up to the girl at the counter and shows her a picture of Chris)

ASHLEY
You seen him?

(She studies the picture for a moment, then simply points over to the corner of the store. Ashley looks at Darren, shrugs, then looks over to the corner. There, they see the familiar back of Chris’s head as he stares up at some items on the wall. Darren and Ashley hurry over to where he is, sneaking up behind him. Darren slips his arms around Chris’s waist, causing him to shriek and lash out)

CHRIS
Oh my fucking god! You asshole!

(shoves Darren away and glares at him)

CHRIS
What the fuck are you doing here?

DARREN
I was just about to ask you the same question.

(Chris blushes and looks down at the floor, realizing he was caught in a sex shop)

DARREN
(speaking quickly) Chris we’ve been worried sick about you. You left for work three hours ago and Ashley called and said you didn’t show up and your phone was off, and I was freaking out because of the note we got the other day and…God, Chris, I thought you were dead!

CHRIS
(confused) I called Dan and left him a message saying I was going to be late. Then I texted you, Ashley.

ASHLEY
I didn’t get it. Your phone must’ve died before it sent.

DARREN
(hugs Chris tightly) I was so worried.

CHRIS
(returns the hug) You don’t have to be worried, Dare. I promise I’m not going anywhere.

DARREN
I can’t lose you, Chris. You’re all I have. I can’t lose you.

CHRIS
I know.

(Chris glances up at Ashley, who looks around awkwardly until her eyes land on what Chris is holding in his hand)

ASHLEY
Ok, I respect your little cutesy moment and everything, but I can’t let you stand here and hug him without knowing why you are holding a package of fruit flavored lube.

(Chris pulls back abruptly and tries to hide the package behind his back. Darren looks at him, shocked)

DARREN
Is there something you’d like to share with me?

CHRIS
Ok look, I’m sorry. I went to the store and they didn’t have any, so I stopped at the drug store and they were out so I heard about this place and I came here. I knew I had an easy filming day and I’d only have to be there for a couple hours and even with the setbacks I’d still be home to set it up before you.

DARREN
Set what up?

CHRIS
(blushing) I wanted to try the do over thing. I wanted to redo our first time.

DARREN
You didn’t like our first time?

CHRIS
Of course I did! It was just…it wasn’t really romantic. I wanted to do it right for once, you know? And oh my god, Darren, can we please just have this discussion anywhere but here? You’re standing right next to the handcuffs and I can’t fucking think.

DARREN
You know, I think I’m just going to leave. Forget I was ever here. Go on with your plans of passionate, romantic sex.

(Chris is still blushing as Darren turns to leave. Ashley is still standing there.)

CHRIS
You came with him.

ASHLEY
And I’m going back to the set with you. So you can explain to everyone that the reason you got everyone freaked out is because you had to go buy lube and roses.

(Chris turns away and puts the flavored lube back. He grabs the regular and decides he’s done. Ashley grabs two pairs of fuzzy leopard print handcuffs and hands them to him)

ASHLEY
You’re getting these?

CHRIS
Why?

ASHLEY
Because you can’t stop thinking about what he would look like handcuffed to the headboard.

(Chris looks away awkwardly as he takes the handcuffs and starts towards the cashier)

. ~ . ~ .

“I’m never letting you use handcuffs on me,” Kurt said as they walked to Blaine’s trailer after filming the last scene of the latest episode, hand in hand.

“Why not?” Blaine pouted, his puppy eyes huge.

“Because I would want to tie you up and fuck you senseless,” Kurt said simply, as though such things were said casually in everyday conversation. Blaine let out a little noise, and Kurt knew he enjoyed that thought.

“I’m just as much your bitch as Darren is Chris’s,” Blaine sighed. He shook his head exaggeratedly and withdrew his hand from Kurt’s so he could hold the door open for him.

“Damn right,” Kurt said. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

Blaine chuckled and once they were inside, sitting side by side on the little couch, Blaine resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder, Blaine spoke. “Do you think we could try it?”

Kurt almost spit out the drink of water he took.

“Like, handcuffs?”

“I don’t know. Bondage or something. Something kinky,” Blaine shrugged.

“Our sex life isn’t kinky enough for you? I let you fuck me in a women’s public restroom,” said Kurt.

“I know. It was just a thought,” Blaine shrugged. He slipped his arm around Kurt’s and let his eyes drift closed. Neither of them had slept much in the last couple days.

“Maybe some other time. Right now I really just wanna take a nap with you,” Kurt said. He leaned his cheek against Blaine’s curly hair. He slipped one arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, loving just holding him close. It was moments like these where Kurt knew he really, really loved Blaine.
. ~ . ~ .

Episode Seventeen: Worried
Scene 6

(INT. Living room. Chris is on the couch. The roses are piled onto the coffee table and the bag from the sex shop thrown on the floor. Darren walks in through the front door and is surprised to see Chris)

DARREN
Hey. This isn’t quite what I imagined you were going to do with those roses.

CHRIS
It was a stupid idea. Everyone was pissed when I got there. All because my fucking phone died. Why does everyone fucking worry about me so much? I can take care of myself!

DARREN
Because it’s a big city, Chris, with a lot of crazy people. You know that.

CHRIS
But I called the director and told him I was going to be late. He knew it. Why didn’t he fucking say anything?

DARREN
He didn’t get the message. None of us did! They were worried because they care about you. I was worried because I can’t lose you. I don’t think you fucking understand how much I cannot. Lose. You. I lost my fucking child, Chris.

CHRIS
It wasn’t even born, yet, Darren, so just lay the fuck off me!

DARREN
I wanted that kid, Chris! I fucking wanted it and I would’ve lived my whole life without you to have it!

CHRIS
Well. Nice to know I was always the second choice.

(Chris stands and looks around for a moment, then grabs his jacket. He takes one of the bouquets of roses and throws it on the floor. He stomps on the flowers, hard)

CHRIS
This was all or nothing, Darren. You know that. So how dare you say you need me, then throw things like that in my face. If that’s the shit I’m going to get, then I can get it from anyone.

DARREN
Fuck, Chris. No! No, no, no, no! I didn’t mean…Chris, please don’t go.

(He grabs Chris’s arm before he can get to the door)

DARREN
I’m different! I’m not like those other guys. Please, Chris. You were always the first choice. You have to understand. I always wanted you.

CHRIS
You wouldn’t say those things if they weren’t how you really felt.

DARREN
It hasn’t been that long since the accident. You have to give me time to get over it. What if that was my only chance ever to be a father?

CHRIS
But it probably wasn’t. I don’t want kids now, but maybe someday. I mean, we could talk about it.

DARREN
I love you. Please don’t be mad.

CHRIS
(sighs) I’m not mad.

(Darren closes his eyes and sighs in relief)

CHRIS
Now get the fuck out.

DARREN
What?

CHRIS
Leave. Go. Do something. I’ve still got five dozen roses and a brand new bottle of lube. Come back in half an hour and prepare to be dazzled.