Just as Blaine settled down with a pencil tucked behind his ear, blanket sheet music scattered about, and his guitar on his lap, the doorbell rang. Groaning, Blaine got to his feet and left the music room, hurrying to the door. He silently cursed whoever had interrupted his songwriting session.

He opened the door and rolled his eyes at what he saw. “Oh. Hi Jesse.”

Jesse St. James stood there, hands in his pockets. “Is Kurt here? We were supposed to work on his voice today.”

“He just texted me and said he was on his way home. Should be here in fifteen minutes,” Blaine said. He stared at the other man with an odd, piercing gaze. Jesse shifted uncomfortably. “I guess you can come in,” Blaine said.

He shuffled to the side as Jesse strode in, glancing around.

“You know, Blaine, it’s stupid to be this uncomfortable around each other. We were together for two and a half years,” Jesse said, glancing over at Blaine.

“I’m with Kurt now, and I’m sorry if being uncomfortable alone with you offends you. You never had the best track record for keeping your hands off me,” Blaine snapped. He slammed the door shut, then straightened himself up, trying to keep a safe, professional distance up. Jesse was only there to help Kurt sing.

“You think I’m here to help Kurt?” Jesse moved closer.

Fuck.

“Yes. That’s the only reason you’re here,” Blaine said, stepping back each time Jesse moved forward.

“That’s a load of crap, Blaine. You and I both know it,” Jesse said harshly. “We were in love.”

“Yeah, ‘were’ being the key word. In case you forgot, I broke up with you. And then I moved away from you. Also, if you’ve remained unobservant, you may have failed to notice that I have a boyfriend. His name is Kurt Hummel. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jesse seethed, his voice suddenly turning angry. “That little marshmallow? He’s not your type, Blaine. I know you. You need a man.”

“Kurt is a man. More of a man than you ever were,” Blaine practically growled at Jesse. His fists clenched with an effort not to punch his ex-boyfriend. The man was infuriating and Blaine wondered how he was even able to stand living with him.

Something in the back of his mind reminded him of why. Jesse had saved him. He had been nineteen, alone, homeless, and he hadn’t eaten in a week. Jesse had felt sorry for him, so he let him sleep on his couch and a week later they’d had sex against the counter in the kitchen of the tiny apartment. The moment Blaine was able to afford to be on his own, almost two and a half years later, he dumped Jesse and left. He’d thought he had gotten rid of the man.

“You best get your eyes checked, Blaine. You deserve someone who is at least attractive. He looks like he has a lesbian’s face with a giant nose transplanted on it. His right eye is lazier than my four hundred pound Aunt Millie. His pudge-to-muscle ratio is way off. He’s paler than an Alaskan albino who’s never left their igloo. When he laughs he squeaks like an overgrown human mouse hybrid. His-…”

“That’s enough!” Blaine shouted. He lunged for Jesse, ready to attack, until something stopped him in his tracks.

Kurt was standing behind Jesse, his blue eyes wide and filled with moisture as his face flushed pink and scrunched up in an effort not to cry. Blaine could tell he’d heard all of Jesse’s insults, and it made his heart ached. All he wanted to do was run to Kurt and hold him, to tell him how beautiful he was.

“Kurt…” Blaine’s shoulders slumped and he gazed at his boyfriend, who was already self-conscious enough about his appearance without Jesse adding to it. Kurt let out a choked sob and took off, running through the living room to the hallway. On his way, he tripped over a chair and stumbled into the end table beside the couch, knocking over a lamp with a loud crash. Moments later, a door slammed, echoing through the condo before things fell silent.

“What a girl,” Jesse said airily. Blaine scowled and curled his hand into a fist, slamming it hard into Jesse’s stomach. The other man doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach as he sputtered, trying to catch his breath.

“Get the fuck out,” Blaine snapped, ready to punch Jesse again, but he scrambled to his feet and hurried to the door, slamming it shut as he made his exit.

It took a few moments for Blaine to remember Kurt in the other room, and he hurried after him, hearing Kurt’s cries as he got closer to the closed bedroom door. He opened it slowly, cautiously, and peered around the room, looking for Kurt.

He was lying in the center of their bed, curled into a small ball as he sobbed into a pillow.

“Kurt?” Blaine hesitated as he circled around the bed. When Kurt didn’t say anything, he moved to lie beside him on the bed. He reached out and placed a hesitant hand on Kurt’s shoulder.

“I thought he wanted to help me but he just want to insult me!” Kurt sobbed. “He just wanted to make you see how ugly and stupid I really am so you’d leave me!”

“Kurt, baby, none of that stuff is true. He’s an ass. I love you and I think you are the most beautiful, fantastic, adorable, amazing, sexy man I have ever known and I promise, I will never ever leave you. Especially not for an asshole like Jesse St. James,” Blaine said, his voice full of as much love and sincerity as he could put in it. Kurt sniffled and looked up, reaching out a hand for Blaine to take.

“So you don’t think I have an awful face?” Kurt asked.

“Of course not. You’re gorgeous,” replied Blaine, moving a little closer so they were just a couple inches apart.

“Am I really pudgy?”

“God no, Kurt. You’re perfect,” Blaine whispered, resting his free hand on Kurt’s quivering stomach, feeling the muscles contract at the touch.

“Is my laugh that annoying?”

“I love your laugh, Kurt. I love you. I love your laugh. I love your body. Ok, I especially love your body,” Blaine chuckled as he ducked in to capture Kurt’s lips in a kiss.

“Love you too,” Kurt muttered as he rested his forehead against Blaine’s. Their eyes drifted closed and Blaine wrapped one arm around him to pull him closer.

“You’re perfect, Kurt. Perfect.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eighteen: Family Reunion
Scene 1

(INT. Bathroom. Darren is in the shower while Chris is standing in front of the mirror, fixing his hair)

DARREN
(singing) I am singing about Chris Colfer, because I love him. And he loves me. And he’s supermegafoxyawesome hot. And really, really good in bed. I just love him so much. I like to cuddle with him, even when he acts like he loves his Diet Coke more! I am still singing about Chris Colfer as I shampoo my hair, because he’s awesomer than air and he’s standing right there outside the shower curtain listening to me sing!

CHRIS
You’re ridiculous.

DARREN
(still singing) And you better not leave my sight or I’ll have to call a search party!

CHRIS
I can’t believe you’re still dwelling on that.

DARREN
(still singing) You’re staying right by my side, or I’ll tell everyone you went in a sex shop!

CHRIS
You wouldn’t.

(the shower turns off and Darren reached out for a towel, then steps out with it wrapped around his waist. He is dripping wet and Chris is trying desperately not to look at him)

DARREN
Come on, Chris. Look at me.

CHRIS
Go put on your nice suit so you can go show me off to your family.

DARREN
Just look at me. Please, Chris. I’m dripping wet and I’m sexy. Just one quick look.

CHRIS
I do not indulge five year olds.

DARREN
You’re going to make me pout.

CHRIS
And you’re going to make us late.

DARREN
Fine. But you better be nice to my sweaty Uncle Harry.

CHRIS
I’m nice to everybody. Always.

(Darren laughs as he leaves the bathroom.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eighteen: Family Reunion
Scene 3

(INT. Darren’s parent’s house. Darren is leading Chris downstairs to his father’s den, their hands clasped. They enter the door, Darren hiding their hands behind his back)

DAD
Darren, son, it’s good to see you.

(Dad embraces Darren, then realizes something is off as Darren returns the hug with only one hand. He steps back and looks at Chris)

DAD
Who’s this?

DARREN
Dad, this is Chris. He’s my…he’s my boyfriend.

(Much to Darren’s surprise, his dad gives Chris and enthusiastic handshake)

DAD
Nice to meet you, son.

CHRIS
It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Criss.

DAD
(looks at Darren) Well at least you picked someone with manners this time. Not like that ridiculous girl with the big mouth you brought home from college.

DARREN
(chuckles and holds up their clasped hands) Chris and I are pretty serious, Dad.

DAD
I’m happy for you, son. For both of you. Just be careful out there. It’s a tough world.

DARREN
You don’t know how much this means to me. I thought you’d be...

DAD
You’re my son. Quite frankly, I’ve known you were gay since you were seventeen and tried so hard to convince everyone the obsession with pink clothes didn’t mean you weren’t into girls.

(Chris tries to stifle a laugh from behind Darren)

DARREN
(proudly) I love people because of who they are, not what they are.

DAD
That’s good. I raised you to be a good man.

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt clutched Blaine’s hand on the set the next day, holding him close every minute they weren’t filming. Something felt off after Jesse left, but Kurt didn’t ask Blaine what it was.

“Hey,” Blaine squeezed his hand, pulling him from his thoughts. “Patrick wants us to go get ready for the handcuff scene.”

Blaine winked and Kurt giggled. One of the many perks of this job was the fact that he actually got paid to make out with his boyfriend. Sure, it was an extreme exercise in self-control, but it usually lead to some pretty amazing sex once they got somewhere private. And when they were done filming this scene, they planned on stealing those handcuffs and finishing what they started in the privacy of their bedroom.

“Why don’t you just head on over to your trailer and get ready, and when you’re done just drop on by mine?” Blaine suggested. Kurt nodded, squeezed his hand, kissed his cheek, then left in the direction of his own trailer. Blaine smiled, watching him for a moment before heading to his own trailer.

He opened the door and stepped inside. “Getting ready” for a scene like the one they were about to film usually entailed the same ritual for both Kurt and Blaine. They each went to their separate trailers, stripped down, then spent twenty minutes masturbating alone before hurrying out to film the scene while they were still high from their orgasm. If they were lucky, they could get it done in one or two takes and avoid embarrassing erections in a supposedly professional atmosphere.

Just as Blaine pulled off his shirt and began to unbutton his jeans, he heard a sharp intake of breath behind him, causing him to whirl around in surprise to find Jesse sitting right in the chair Kurt usually sat in.

“How did you get in here?” Blaine growled, hastily buttoning his jeans again.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Blaine,” Jesse said as he stood up.

“Well you better get the fuck out of here and try.” Blaine fumbled for his shirt, trying to pick it up off the floor.

“I just miss you.” Jesse moved closer. “You grew up a lot. You’re…hotter.”

“I’m also taken. Get out of my trailer or I’ll call security,” Blaine threatened. Jesse didn’t leave. He just moved closer, using his height to his advantage as he grasped Blaine’s arm. He pulled Blaine to him, his bare chest pressed against Jesse’s shirt as the taller man leaned down and pressed a rough kiss to Blaine’s lips.

As he struggled to push Jesse away, his heart leapt in his chest as he heard two knocks on the trailer door, and then the door opening and Kurt’s voice saying, “I know you’re already busy but I need to borrow your-…oh my god. Blaine Anderson!”

Blaine finally shoved Jesse off, both of them panting slightly and Blaine wiping his mouth with a disgusted look. He looked over at Kurt, whose eyes were wide and his mouth hanging open in shock. He stared at Blaine, hurt and confused.

“I swear Kurt, he kissed me and I was trying to push him away. I swear!” Blaine tried to plead with Kurt, but Kurt was already getting ideas in his head.

Jesse glanced between Kurt and Blaine, then moved to leave the trailer, shoving Kurt out of the doorway so hard he scrambled backwards and hit the pavement. Blaine let out a squeak as he jumped out to try and help Kurt, who was rubbing the arm he landed on. Tears burned Kurt’s beautiful eyes and Blaine tried to gather him in his arms to soothe him.

Letting out a broken sob, Kurt put both hands firmly on Blaine’s chest, pushing him away hard. “Get away from me!”

Kurt hurried to his feet, wiping his running nose on his arm as he stumbled away from Blaine.

“Kurt, please! Please stop, let me explain! I was trying to push him away!” Blaine tried to go after him, but Kurt turned around and jabbed a finger accusingly right at Blaine.

“I trusted you! I gave myself to you! I let myself love you! I let my family meet you and I let myself need you. I should’ve known that would never be good enough for you,” Kurt sobbed. He moved forward in a moment of aggression and shoved Blaine hard. “I hope you enjoy this scene we’re filming today, because this is the last time I’ll let you touch me!”

With that, Kurt mustered up enough courage to slap Blaine’s cheek, their skin connecting with a sharp crack.

Blaine stood there as Kurt walked away, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. Blaine knew he’d fucked up big this time.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eighteen: Family Reunion
Scene 5

(EXT. Chris and Darren are outside with Chuck and his cousin Jimmy)

CHUCK
So this is the famous Chris Colfer. The guy who managed to turn my brother gay.

CHRIS
And made him a better man because of it.

(They all laugh)

DARREN
I’m gonna go help Mama inside for a minute. Chuck, Jim, why don’t you guys introduce Chris to Uncle Harry.

(Chuck and Jimmy laugh and Chris looks at Darren worriedly)

DARREN
Don’t worry, Chris. He’s a nice guy.

CHRIS
Why do I get the feeling those are someone’s famous last words?

(Chuck and Jimmy each take one of Chris’s arms and lead him over to a rather large man sitting in a lawn chair, holding a paper plate with three hotdogs on it)

JIMMY
Darren is Uncle Harry’s favorite.

CHUCK
Never had any kids of his own, so he picked Darren of all his nieces and nephews.

CHRIS
Lucky him.

JIMMY
And as his significant other, you had an obligation to spend at least ten minutes in the company of our wonderful Uncle.

CHRIS
(groans) Lucky me.

(they laugh and bring him up to the large man)

CHUCK
Uncle Harry? This is Chris.

JIMMY
He’s with Darren.

UNCLE HARRY
Darren? Where’s Darren? He’s gotta show me that song he wrote. He promised on the phone.

JIMMY
(speaking very clearly) Darren’s inside. He wanted you to meet Chris. He’s Darren’s boyfriend.

CHRIS
(to Chuck) This man is insane!

UNCLE HARRY
Bout time Darren found someone to love. Can you sing? Sing me a song!

(Chuck and Jimmy are trying very hard not to laugh)

CHRIS
Um…I don’t really know what to…

UNCLE HARRY
You love Darren? Do you love him? Really love him? Anyone that doesn’t love him doesn’t deserve him!

CHRIS
Yes. I love him. Very much.

UNCLE HARRY
Good. Now sing.

CHRIS
(to Jimmy) Is he fucking serious?

JIMMY
(pats Chris’s shoulder) We recommend Itsy Bitsy Spider. That always gets him going.

CHUCK
Yeah. Or anything by Elvis.

CHRIS
I only know show tunes!

JIMMY
Tough break.

CHUCK
Yeah, good luck. We’ve got to go help my old man.

CHRIS
What? You’re leaving me?

CHUCK
You’re Darren’s sweetheart. Old Harry ain’t gonna hurt you.

(Chris turns back to Uncle Harry with a scared look)

. ~ . ~ .

Blaine timidly walked onto the set, glancing over at where Kurt sat in his chair, busily talking on his cellphone as his hair and makeup team worked to make him look properly disheveled. Blaine had done that enough to himself back in his trailer, worrying over what Kurt had said to him. He didn’t want to lose Kurt over something as stupid as Jesse St. James and their ridiculous past.

He couldn’t lose Kurt. At all.

Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, he clutched his rolled up script in his hands and headed over to the set of Chris and Darren’s bedroom. Patrick appeared, along with the prop guy who smirked as he held up the plastic prop handcuffs.

“You ready for this scene?” Patrick asked. “God knows I would be if Kurt was my boyfriend. I bet he’s a little fireball in bed.”

“Shut up about Kurt,” Blaine snapped. Patrick looked shocked at first, then rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Whatever. Just strip and get set up. We’re rolling in three minutes.” Patrick waved a hand and bounded off the set. Blaine had long since learned to be comfortable with his body on this show. Bring on Tomorrow and his relationship with Kurt had built a confidence in him that hadn’t been there before. He couldn’t lose either of those things.

Once he was down to his boxers, he climbed onto Chris and Darren’s bed and anxiously let the prop guy, Johnny, handcuff him to the bed.

“The safe word is ‘peaches’,” Johnny said jokingly.

“Fuck off,” Blaine said, half serious and half humorous.

He was half covered with the blanket, and Kurt walked onto the set, a white plush bathrobe wrapped around him. His eyes were full of pain, despite the convincing smile on his face. The cameras were in place as Kurt dropped the robe, revealing his body – naked, save for gray boxer briefs – before he climbed onto the bed. He pulled back the covers and straddled Blaine, pooling the blankets around their lower bodies.

“Hi,” Blaine whispered softly.

“Fuck you, Anderson,” Kurt spat. Blaine’s eyes widened considerably, but he was distracted when Patrick came onto the set again.

“Places everyone!” Patrick called. Kurt wiggled in Blaine’s lap, biting his lip mischievously. “And, action!”

Kurt leaned forward, sliding his hands up Blaine’s arms. Their chests pressed together, and Kurt attached his lips to Blaine’s collarbone. The script called for some light making out, with Chris making Darren beg for him to do more before disappearing beneath the sheets. Kurt was doing whatever he felt like doing, and Blaine knew either this was going to be over soon or Kurt was going to make it last thirty takes.

Blaine whimpered beneath Kurt as Kurt sucked on his skin, bruising all the most sensitive areas. He moved his hands down Blaine’s sides as he shifted off of him. Blaine bit back a groan and tugged at his bonds as Kurt took his nipple in his mouth. One of Kurt’s hands slid lower, lower, lower until…

“AH FUCK! Kurt!”

Kurt’s hand clamped around him, squeezing his dick so hard it hurt. Blaine thrashed against the handcuffs, his eyes bulging , as Kurt withdrew his hand and gave an innocent look. He hastily scrambled off of the bed and pulled up the white robe, wrapping it around his body tightly.

“Blaine, I’m so sorry!” Kurt said, his voice full of false sincerity.

Blaine didn’t even satisfy him with a response. He barely calmed down enough to let Johnny get the handcuffs off him. Once he was free, he scrambled off the bed and gathered his clothes.

“I’m taking five!” Blaine declared, limping off the set as he struggled to put his shirt on.

The crew all turned to Kurt, who looked innocent as ever.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eighteen: Family Reunion
Scene 6

(INT. Darren and Mama are in the kitchen. She is chopping fruit and Darren its putting it on serving plates)

MAMA
Things between you and Chris seem to be working out.

DARREN
He’s wonderful. I’ve never been this happy, ever.

MAMA
Do you regret not choosing him the first time?

DARREN
(shrugs) It’s hard to say. On one hand I could’ve been a father, but I would’ve always been missing something. I would’ve been missing Chris. I love him more now that I’ve had him for a while, though.

MAMA
Love does seem to grow with time, doesn’t it?

DARREN
Yeah, it does.

MAMA
Have you thought about marrying him?

DARREN
I’ve thought about it, many times. But we haven’t been together long enough for that. Besides, Chris is pretty much married to his movie. I love that he tries to spend a lot of time with me, though, even though he’s so busy.

MAMA
I did notice the boy seems a little tired.

DARREN
He’s quite the bundle of energy, regardless.

MAMA
(stops what she’s doing and leans against the counter, looking up at him) I’ve never seen you this smitten.

DARREN
I really think he’s the one. There isn’t a single annoying thing he does that makes me dislike any part of him.

MAMA
Goodness, I might have to thank this boy for making my son so happy.

. ~ . ~ .

When Kurt got home early that day, he couldn’t keep from crying. He knew that it wasn’t Blaine’s fault. He knew that Jesse St. James was just an asshole that made a move on his boyfriend. But maybe it was that he was just so afraid of losing the perfection that was Blaine Anderson.

He never felt like he was good enough to deserve someone as wonderful as Blaine. He never felt like his love, or his virginity, were enough to give Blaine, because Blaine was gorgeous and he could have anybody. Kurt was just a pale, pudgy marshmallow that was as ugly as every one of Jesse’s insultingly accurate descriptions.

Another painful wave of realization hit Kurt and he felt guilty for doing what he wanted to do, but it was best just to end it now with Blaine before things got any more serious. The condo was in Kurt’s name. Blaine could pick up his things when he had a new place to live.

He figured he should’ve called Mercedes or Rachel. Maybe they would’ve calmed him down enough to keep him from stomping into the music room and finding the stacks of handwritten sheet music that Blaine had been working on for Kurt’s album. He found the sheet music for his and Blaine’s duet on the piano, half-finished and tentatively titled “I love Kurt thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much!”.

Kurt cried as he too the sheets of paper, crumpling them in his hands. He took Blaine’s guitar, throwing it into the case and latching only one latch. He stomped to the front door, tossed the guitar case outside, then ripped the sheet music in half. The papers fluttered to the floor around the now dented guitar case.

He slammed the door shut and locked all five locks, then latched the deadbolt.

When Blaine got home an hour later, he found his guitar and the sheet music outside the door. He took that as a sign that he was no longer welcome, and he gathered the instrument and the ripped papers in his arms.

That night, he’d walk to the store down the street and buy some tape, and he’d spend the night taping up the sheet music before falling asleep in the back of his car, the radio playing sad ‘70’s love songs softly in the background.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Eighteen: Family Reunion
Scene 8

(EXT. Chris and Darren are laughing as they get out of the car in front of their apartment building and begin walking to their front door)

DARREN
I missed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?

CHRIS
It was a grand Broadway production, I swear. They took the yellow tablecloth and draped it over me, and Harry actually believed I was a shooting star.

DARREN
That’s good old Uncle Harry for you.

CHRIS
Seriously, how much LSD did that man do in the sixties?

DARREN
No one’s sure, but about six years of his life are unaccounted for, so who knows what he did to himself.

(Chris laughs as they get to the front door to discover a note)

CHRIS
What’s this?

DARREN
I don’t know. I distinctly remember turning in the rent on time last week like you told me.

(Chris takes the note off the door and unfolds the paper. It reads I WARNED YOU. BOTH OF YOU.)

DARREN
What the hell is this supposed to mean?

CHRIS
I…I think it’s a threat. I think it’s serious.

DARREN
Don’t be ridiculous. They can’t be serious. They can’t hurt us.

CHRIS
Dare, I’ve never gotten one like this.

(Darren takes the note from Chris’s trembling hands and crumples it up. He puts his arm around Chris’s waist and pulls him close.)

DARREN
It’s ok, Chris. We’ll be fine. It’s just some stupid, ignorant jerk who’s jealous of what we have.

CHRIS
You think?

DARREN
(smiles reassuringly) I know.

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt hated bars. He really hated bars. He had a hard enough time being at bars when he was with someone, let alone by himself. He wound his way through the drunk patrons and slid onto an empty bar stool.

“What can I get you, porcelain?” A woman with a piercing on her nose, lip, eyebrow, and chin asked. She leaned one hip against the bar as she cleaned a glass.

“Several shots of something very strong,” Kurt sighed heavily.

“Aw, something up, honey?” She asked as she put three shot glasses on the bar, filling each of them up.

“Nothing I wanna talk about,” Kurt grumbled. He reached for one of the shots, but the bartender slapped his hand away.

“Keys, honey. If you’re gonna be drinking this much, you ain’t driving home,” she said, holding out her hand. Kurt groaned and pulled out his car keys, slapping them into her hand. She took them and he reached for the first shot, then the second, and then the third quickly.

“More,” Kurt grumbled. She raised her pierced eyebrow and filled another shot glass.

After six more shots, Kurt couldn’t even see straight, so it was no surprise that he found himself in the center of the dance floor, cheering drunkenly as he was sandwiched between two good looking guys. At least, they were good looking through his obvious beer goggles.

The night progressed with more shots – two of which were licked hungrily off some guy’s delightful abs – and suggestive dancing before finally, someone tapped on Kurt’s shoulder and slipped an arm around his waist.

“Hey beautiful,” someone said, their lips against Kurt’s ear. Kurt couldn’t see who they were, even if he was facing them.

“Heyyyy,” Kurt said, grinding his ass back into the man behind him.

“Wanna get lucky tonight, baby?”

Kurt gulped and tossed his head back, grinning. “I’m already lucky. I found yooooooou!”

“Let’s get outta here.”

Kurt turned around and looked up at the man. Everything was blurred enough that if he squinted, he looked like a tall Blaine. Enough of a tall Blaine that he decided, with his alcohol-hazed brain, to stand on his toes and kiss him.

“Outta here,” Kurt said, grasping the man’s hand. “Let’s go.”