He picked the lock with a bobby pin he’d stolen from the hair and makeup trailer, and smirked, satisfied when the door drifted open. Running his palm against the wall, he felt for a light switch. When he found one, he flicked it on and lit up a room full of…well…junk. He pursed his lips and kicked a couple boxes around before finally coming across one that read “BOT 1x19”.

Triumphant, Blaine dropped to his knees and pulled open the box. Aha! He found his treasure. Plucking the two pairs of plastic, faux fur lined handcuffs and their keys from the box, he shoved them into his bag and hurried out of the room. Tonight was going to be a good night. A good night indeed.

. ~ . ~ .

“You didn’t have to cook for me, you know,” Kurt said as he helped Blaine clean the dishes from their delicious meal of steak and potatoes.

“I wanted to,” Blaine said. He glanced over at Kurt, smiling at him sweetly. Kurt rinsed another plate and handed it to Blaine put in the dishwasher. As Blaine went to take it, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s cheek.

“I should be the one doing things for you,” Kurt said, bumping his shoulder against Blaine’s.

“Kurt, I don’t want you to think that we’re not equals in this relationship. Because we are. As much as you don’t think you deserve me, I have the same feelings. You’re so perfect that it physically hurts sometimes. In a good way, though. I love you,” Blaine said, his voice filled with promise.

“We can’t ever fight again,” Kurt said. He set down the plate he was rinsing and looked over at Blaine. “Did you manage to save the song you were writing? That was really, really childish of me to do.”

“Yeah. It was nothing a little tape couldn’t fix.” Blaine leaned forward, their shoulders brushing again as Blaine kissed him chastely on the lips, brushing his nose against Kurt’s as he pulled back.

“Look, why don’t you go change into something more comfortable and we can watch a movie or something,” Kurt suggested. “I’ll finish up here.”

Blaine grinned mischievously, thinking of the handcuffs in his bag. He gave Kurt another kiss on the cheek and headed into the bedroom. Grabbing his bag, he pulled out the handcuffs and fastened them around the headboard. He fished out a bottle of lube from the nightstand and quickly shed his clothes.

He climbed onto the bed, settling himself comfortably in the center, and fastened one of the handcuffs around his wrist. The other hand slithered down his chest, his fingers threading through his chest hair, rubbing over a nipple until it reached its peak. He kept his eyes on the open doorway as he felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

Running his hand down his stomach, he wrapped one hand around his half hard cock, stroking it with a sigh as he imagined all the things Kurt was going to do when he came in to see why Blaine hadn’t come out yet. He missed the feel and the beauty of Kurt’s body and just thinking about it excited him. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before his erection was at full attention.

Too keep from getting too carried away, he pulled his hand away from his cock and rubbed his thigh gently, his eyelids heavy as he watched the door. At last, Kurt appeared in the doorway, his eyes huge at that image that greeted him upon entry into the bedroom.

“Fuck, Blaine!” Kurt squeaked.

Blaine smirked lazily. “I do believe that’s the idea.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twenty: Diet Cokefer
Scene 1

(EXT. Chris is sitting in a lawn chair in the back yard of his parents’ home in Clovis. Hannah is in the grass, braiding flowers together. He has a lazy smile on his face.)

HANNAH
Is your boyfriend cute?

CHRIS
(laughs) Almost painfully so.

HANNAH
When do I get to meet him?

CHRIS
Well, if Mom and Dad have my usual birthday dinner in a couple weeks, then I’ll bring him up.

HANNAH
Good. Because I have to approve of him.

CHRIS
And if you don’t?

HANNAH
Then you have to dump him.

CHRIS
What if I don’t want to?

HANNAH
You have to, though. But it’s ok. If he’s as good as you say, you won’t have to worry about it.

CHRIS
I don’t have to worry. He’s better.

HANNAH
Wanna bet?

CHRIS
Alright. If you like him, you owe me a kiss. Because you haven’t given me one of those for a year.

HANNAH
(makes a disgusted face) And if I don’t like him you have to…take me to the set of your movie!

CHRIS
Deal. Wanna spit shake on it?

HANNAH
(laughing) That’s gross!

CHRIS
Right. Regular shake?

(Giggling, Hannah reached up and shakes Chris’s hand, oblivious to just how much love is in her brother’s smile)

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt was naked and hard the moment he climbed onto the bed. He roughly grabbed Blaine’s free hand and moved it up to the empty handcuff. He straddled Blaine’s chest, his erection bobbing against Blaine’s chin as he fastened the handcuff around Blaine’s wrist. He shuddered as Blaine ducked his head, trying to take the head of Kurt’s cock in his mouth.

“No,” Kurt snapped, pulling away. Blaine let out a desperate whine at the loss of Kurt’s cock. “No touching me. Just watch.”

Blaine let out a low whine as Kurt slid down, kissing him hard on the lips before moving down his chest, nuzzling his cheek against Blaine’s chest, feeling the scratchy hairs against his sensitive skin. He moved down until his mouth was hovering above the head of Blaine’s erection.

“Please,” Blaine whined.

“Please what?” Kurt leaned down and pressed his lips to Blaine’s hipbone, sucking the skin hard into his mouth, knowing it was going to leave a mark. Blaine sucked in a sharp gasp and arched his hips off the bed, wishing Kurt’s lips could be somewhere else that needed them a lot more.

“Please…s-suck me,” Blaine whimpered. Kurt smirked against Blaine’s skin, but continued sucking until he was sure the skin was sensitive and bruised. When he pulled back, he let out a long breath through pursed lips, tickling the wet, prickling skin. Blaine gasped and arched his back, his hips thrusting into the air lightly.

“So needy, aren’t we?” Kurt chuckled as he ducked down to press a kiss to the head of Blaine’s cock, wetting his lips with a dribble of pre-come.

“Fuck, Kurt, you’re so sexy,” Blaine groaned right as Kurt slipped his lips over the head, taking in as much of Blaine’s cock as he could, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed. His eyes watched Blaine the whole time as he struggled against the handcuffs, his head tossed back as he shamelessly moaned. Kurt pressed his tongue along the underside of Blaine’s cock.

Kurt sucked hard, wrapping his hand around the part he couldn’t take into his mouth, and rutted against the mattress, trying to get friction on his own aching erection. He watched Blaine as he tugged on the handcuffs relentlessly, wanting nothing more than to fist one hand in Kurt’s hair as Kurt went down on him.

“Please, Kurt, fuck me. Or something,” Blaine whimpered as he tried to thrust into Kurt’s mouth. Kurt pulled away, Blaine’s cock falling from his mouth with a pop.

“No,” Kurt said. “I’m gonna ride you.”

Blaine swore and let his head fall back against the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to calm himself down. Kurt was so fucking irresistible that it took all of Blaine’s self-control not to rip the plastic handcuffs off his wrists and grab Kurt, but he managed to just look up to find Kurt holding the bottle of lube, squirting some over his fingers.

“Fuck, Kurt, I wanna do that,” Blaine whined.

“No,” Kurt said, his voice stern and commanding. “You’re going to watch me finger myself.”

Blaine gasped, his eyes completely blown and glazed over with lust as Kurt kneeled above him, one hand on Blaine’s chest, and the other hand reaching behind to press one finger into his own entrance, groaning as he worked it inside.

Kurt smirked when Blaine let out a low noise that rumbled through his chest. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open to watch Blaine as he worked a second finger inside, spreading them apart gently and pressing in further until he brushed over his prostate. He let out a string of muttered curses as he pulled his fingers out, only to work a third in.

Once he was properly stretched, he pulled out his fingers and fumbled for the bottle of lube. Squirting some into his palm, he wrapped his hand around Blaine’s cock and slowly moved his hand, spreading the stuff all around. He leaned forward and captured Blaine’s lips in a heated kiss, his free hand moving up to rub the straining, quivering muscles in Blaine’s left arm.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt said, his voice almost husky, “If you feel anything like me right now, this won’t last long.”

Blaine panted softly as Kurt positioned the head of his cock against Kurt’s entrance. He swore loudly as Kurt began to sink down on him, his cock surrounded by the tight heat of Kurt and filling him up, feeling his muscles stretch around.

Kurt’s face was contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he slowly took all of Blaine inside him. Once Blaine was all the way in, Kurt pulled his hand away and let himself adjust to the feeling of Blaine.

“’M so full,” Kurt groaned.

“Fucking move,” Blaine growled, trying to move his hips. Kurt grimaced and rose up until Blaine was almost completely out of him, then he moved down again torturously slow. Blaine tugged at the handcuffs, wanted to get his hands curled around Kurt’s perfect hips so he could hold him in place and pound into him.

Kurt leaned down to kiss Blaine before he began to move, his back arching with each upward movement and a cry escaping his perfect pink lips each time he went down and the head of Blaine’s cock brushed against his prostate. He rode Blaine faster, one hand reaching out to rest on Blaine’s chest, over Blaine’s heart as his movements sped up.

“I wanna touch you,” Blaine managed to say through gritted teeth. “Please, I need to touch you.”

“No!” Kurt snapped, his fingers curling, digging into the skin of Blaine’s chest. He shifted his hips each time he moved down, Blaine’s cock reaching that spot inside of him that made him fall apart. Warmth began to spread deep in his belly and he knew he was close.

“I’m close, Kurt,” Blaine gasped.

“Me too,” Kurt got out. His movement became erratic as he slid one hand down his chest, fingers tweaking a nipple before they traveled down to his own cock and curling around it, pumping as quickly as he could. There as a hot twist inside of him and he was spilling over Blaine’s chest and stomach with a cry of his lover’s name.

“Fuck, Kurt!” Blaine called out as Kurt’s muscles tightened around him, pushing him over the edge. Kurt still his hips and pulled Blaine out of him slowly. He collapsed on top of Blaine, his face buried in Blaine’s chest, exhausted.

After a few minutes, Blaine let out a low whine.

“What is it, love?” Kurt asked, lifting up his head.

“You’re crushing me. And my wrists are sore,” Blaine said. Kurt just smiled lazily and willed his tired limbs to roll off Blaine and grab the keys to the handcuffs. As soon as Blaine was free, his arms were wrapped around him, pulling him down for a kiss. “I will never take for granted touching you again.”

“But it made for excellent sex,” Kurt smirked against Blaine’s lips.

“For you, maybe.” Blaine nuzzled his nose against Kurt’s cheek, then turned them both to the side. “I’ve gotta get a wash cloth to clean us with. I’ll be right back.”

He pressed another kiss to Kurt’s lips, then climbed off the bed and headed to the master bathroom. When he returned, Kurt was sound asleep.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twenty: Diet Cokefer
Scene 4

(EXT. Set of Chris’s movie. Chris and Darren are sitting with Ashley at a picnic table. They’re on a lunch break)

DARREN
Why do you bother working sixteen hours if eight of them are just spent standing around staring at things anyway?

(Chris watches in amusement as Darren struggles to put his plastic straw in his apple juice box)

CHRIS
You are such a dork. (Takes the juice box and puts the straw in with ease). And a child.

DARREN
(pouts) I almost had it!

CHRIS
Yeah, just like you almost had that bottle of pain killers open.

DARREN
The lid was child proof!

CHRIS
My point exactly.

DARREN
You’re mean. (Takes the juice box from Chris) You don’t deserve apple juice.

CHRIS
It’s quite alright, I have the delicious and far superior beverage: Diet Coke.

DARREN
Apple juice is healthier!

ASHLEY
It is sickening how adorable the two of you are.

DARREN
I’m far underappreciated here. I should’ve just stayed home.

CHRIS
Aw, but it was bring your child to work day!

DARREN
I repeat: you’re mean.

CHRIS
But you fucking love me.

DARREN
Correction: I love fucking you.

ASHLEY
(chokes on her food) Hey, that is way too much information.

(Chris and Darren laugh, then go back to their food. Chris reaches for his can of Diet Coke, his hand curling around the can slowly and almost suggestively. He runs his fingers along the side of the can, gathering condensation on his fingertips. Gripping the can, he slowly begins to lift it, licking his lips as he eyes it hungrily. Ashley stifles a laugh as Chris purses his lips, taking a long, slow drink from the can, clearly enjoying it. As he pulls away, his tongue darts out to catch a drop before it falls. Beside him, Darren lets out a groan)

DARREN
I have never wanted to be an aluminum can more in my life.

CHRIS
You cannot seriously be jealous of a can.

DARREN
You were practically blowing it.

CHRIS
It’s a can! I was simply enjoying its smooth and refreshing contents!

DARREN
Fine. If you love the Diet Coke so much, why don’t you marry it?

CHRIS
I might just do that! Thanks for the idea, Dare.

DARREN
And that can better not wear white. After that performance, I know it’s not a virgin.

CHRIS
You’re such a child!

DARREN
If I’m such a child, then I’m just going to go eat alone. In your trailer.

CHRIS
Good luck with that. The air conditioning is broken.

DARREN
(glares, then sits back down) Just stop being all…couple-y with your coke. You’re like…Diet Cokefer or something.

CHRIS
I repeat, yet again, you. Are. A. Child.

DARREN
But you love me anyway!

CHRIS
(leans over to kiss his cheek) Unfortunately so.

. ~ . ~ .

Blaine settled down once more into the comfort of the music room, his sheet music in front of him, the curve of his guitar resting on his leg, and a framed picture of him and Kurt with their cheeks pressed together for inspiration. His heart swelled with love for Kurt, even after their fight. He hated himself for even considering breaking up with Kurt.

What he hated even more was that other people didn’t seem to think Kurt was good enough for him. Why did it matter what Kurt looked like? Sure, Blaine had preferences in the past, and most of them looked nothing like Kurt, but his connection with Kurt was far more than physical. Ok, it was a lot physical, but they were connected at the heart.

A light bulb seemed to flip on and Blaine smiled, scribbling down the lyric, then sitting back to strum a couple chords on his guitar, humming a few times before it sounded right. He leaned back over and scribbled the chords down on the sheet music.

“You’re so adorable when you’re writing songs.” Kurt’s lyrical voice floated into the room. He was leaning against the doorway, his ankles crossed and his arms folded in front of him.

“I’m working on our duet,” Blaine said proudly. “It’s coming along nicely.”

Kurt smiled and moved into the room, his hips swaying sensually as he moved over to Blaine. He wrapped one hand around the neck of the guitar, maneuvering so he sat on Blaine’s other leg, one arm around the back of Blaine’s neck and the other holding onto the guitar.

“I don’t know how to play,” Kurt said softly, looking down at Blaine with a sweet smile on his lips. Blaine looped one arm around his waist and moved the other hand to cover Kurt’s.

“Just, put your fingers here, and here, and here,” Blaine said softly, breathing in deeply the wonderful smell of Kurt. His heart was thudding heavily in his chest. He took his guitar pick and began to strum as Kurt held the chord. After a few moments, Blaine moved Kurt’s fingers, “Just…this chord next. Be careful with your pinky there. That’s it.”

Kurt’s fingers quivered as he held down the strings, understanding the callouses on the tips of Blaine’s fingers now.

“Now just, go back to the first one,” Blaine whispered as he paused in his strumming. Kurt moved his fingers back, biting his lips in concentration as he tried to remember the first chord. He managed to find the position successfully, and Blaine continued to play. After a minute, Kurt switched to the second chord by himself, smiling as they seamlessly changed the tune.

“Hear that?” Blaine asked. “You’re playing our song.”

Kurt’s smile widened and he pressed his cheek against Blaine’s temple.

“It’s beautiful.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Twenty: Diet Cokefer
Scene 7

(EXT. Chris gets out of his car. It’s late at night and he’s just home from filming. He locks his car with the remote and the headlights flash. There is a rustling in the bushes and it makes him jump.)

CHRIS
Hello? Who’s there?

(There is no response, so he slings his back over his shoulder and starts to walk across the parking lot. He hears footsteps behind him and he turns around. It’s too dark to see anything.)

CHRIS
Whatever you are, leave me alone.

(Now frightened, Chris picks up his pace and walks briskly towards the apartment building. The footsteps seem to quicken and continue to follow)

CHRIS
Stay away from me!

(Chris runs to door of the apartment, panicking. He fumbles with his keys and finally unlocks the door, slipping inside. He’s breathing heavily as he locks the door quickly. After a few moments of silence, he is sure he’s safe. The apartment is dark, so Chris drops is bag on the couch and heads down the hallway. The bedroom door is open and through the window, the moonlight is shining right on the bed, on the lump that is Darren. Chris smiles and walks in quietly, leaning over and pressing a kiss to the top of Darren’s head. He is a reminder that no matter what, all of this is worth it.)