Kurt didn’t think so. It was impossible for Blaine to be mad at him. Blaine loved him. Love him more than anything. He’d said so, last month, when he gave Kurt the ring. His cheeks flushed lightly with the memory and he let his eyes flutter closed, fondly immersing himself in thoughts of that glorious night.

He came home late from meetings with his lawyers. They’d been working hard to work out a new contract with the record company to use the tracks he had already recorded, while backing out of his contract for a full album. It wasn’t a particularly easy task, and they were making slow progress. All Kurt wanted was to go home and collapse in Blaine’s arms and cuddle until they couldn’t cuddle anymore.

By the time he got home, however, it seemed that Blaine had other plans. Every inch of the floor seemed to be decorated in rose pedals while soft, romantic music played out of the speakers Blaine had installed in every room of the condo, and the smell of something very delicious in the kitchen caught Kurt’s attention.

He made his way into the dining room just as Blaine held a lighter over a candle, attempting to light it.

“Hey gorgeous,” Kurt said, startling Blaine.

“Shit, Kurt, you scared me,” Blaine said with a small laugh. The flame went out on the lighter and he tucked it back into his pocket. Kurt went over to him, slipping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. Blaine looked up at Kurt, a smile playing at his lips.

“You didn’t put gel in your hair today,” Kurt said before he placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“You like to run your hands through it,” Blaine said, his smile turning sly.

“Planning something, Anderson?” Kurt kissed him again, drawing it out a little longer this time.

“Always,” Blaine answered smoothly.

“I love you,” said Kurt. Blaine hugged him before pushing him away.

“Sit. I made you dinner.”

They ate the spaghetti Blaine made mostly in silence. Kurt noticed that Blaine was doing a lot more staring at him and a lot less shoving meatballs in his mouth. Something was definitely up by the time Kurt finished his plate and Blaine barely made a dent in his.

“Blaine, is something up?” Kurt asked, looking at his boyfriend with concern. Blaine looked up at him, his eyes wide. It was clear he was nervous about something

Then Blaine stood, rounded the table and stood in front of Kurt for a moment.

“Kurt, can you like, turn or something?” Blaine asked, his voice quiet. Kurt nodded and moved his chair so he was facing Blaine. His eyebrows knitted in confusion, and slowly Blaine sunk to the floor. Kurt’s heart pounded wildly in his chest. What the hell did Blaine think he was doing?

“Blaine, get up,” Kurt whispered hoarsely. Blaine shook his head as he reached for Kurt’s hand and placed a small, black box in it. “No. Blaine. You are not doing this right now.”

“Please, just listen to me,” Blaine said. His eyes sparkled with tears, fearing that Kurt would reject his proposal. “Kurt, I love you. I. Love. You. Like I have never loved anyone before. And if you say yes, that doesn’t mean it has to happen tomorrow. I just want the world to know that you are mine, and that I am yours.”

Blaine cupped his hand over the box, his fingertips brushing Kurt’s wrist. He slowly opened it, revealing a shining platinum gold band with small diamonds in a waving pattern. It was beautiful, and Kurt couldn’t help but love it.

“Kurt Hummel,” Blaine said, his voice barely a whisper. “Will you marry me?”

Kurt bit his lip, staring between Blaine’s eyes and the ring, trying to decide which shined more. He thought about it, wondering if he could possibly imagine a life without Blaine. He couldn’t.

“Yes, Blaine Anderson. I will marry you.”

Kurt opened his eyes when he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“Hey.” Blaine stood above him, smiling down at him. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head?”

Kurt smirked and stood, grasping Blaine’s hand. “I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

“Well what did I do to deserve love from such a beautiful person,” Blaine grinned. Kurt just rolled his eyes and gripped Blaine’s hand. “You ready for the first meeting of the season? I heard Patrick as some juicy details for the future of our boys.”

They headed inside, where the rest of the cast, writers, and producers waited for them.

Kurt did not take the ring off.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode One: Home
Scene 1

(EXT. In the back yard of Chris’s family’s house in Clovis, Chris is sitting alone in the grass. He pulls his knees up, rests his arms on them, then props his chin up. He’s watching birds fly by in the sky. It’s quiet, except for the sounds of nature. In the distance, a door is opened, and footsteps are heard coming towards Chris. Darren sits beside him.)

DARREN
Hey.

CHRIS
Good morning, love.

DARREN
Feeling alright today?

CHRIS
Better now that you’re up.

(They smile at each other, then lean in simultaneously for a kiss. Chris closes his eyes and they just sit there with their lips touching for a moment, until Darren pulls back)

DARREN
So, did you sleep alright last night?

CHRIS
Not a single flashback or nightmare has haunted me in two weeks, Dare.

DARREN
Good. I’m so proud of you for being so brave.

CHRIS
You’re going to make me blush.

DARREN
(chuckles) Your mom wants you to come in and eat breakfast with us before I head off to L.A. with Ashley.

CHRIS
I’m not hungry.

DARREN
Christopher Paul Colfer, do not start this now. You have to eat!

CHRIS
Dare…

DARREN
No, I was there when your doctor said not to let you get away with this shit. Chris, you died. And by some kind of miracle you’re alive now and I really wanna keep you that way.

(Chris looks at him with a frown and a raised eyebrow, then shrugs. Darren stands up and holds out a hand to help Chris up. Together, they head inside, where Chris’s mom and sister are sitting in the dining room.)

KARYN
Good morning, sweetheart.

CHRIS
Morning, Mom.

(Chris is walking noticeably slower, he looks tired and slightly thinner than before the attack. His hands shake as he sits down and picks up a fork. Darren sits beside him, close enough that their knees touch under the table.)

CHRIS
(to Darren) So how long are you guys gonna be gone?

DARREN
Probably a couple of days. I’ll call you though. Twice a day at least.

(Chris smiles and leans his shoulder against Darren’s for a moment)

HANNAH
You guys are being gross again.

CHRIS
(rolling his eyes) It’s call love, Hannah.

HANNAH
It’s all mushy and stuff. It’s too sweet.

(Chris and Darren laugh, and then their hands clasp together.)

CHRIS
That’s the way it’s like when you love someone as much as I love Darren.

. ~ . ~ .

“When do you think Patrick will let you start eating again?” Blaine asked as he kissed his way down Kurt’s chest, his fingers resting lightly on Kurt’s slightly protruding ribs. Kurt had been on a strict diet of celery and coffee for the last two weeks.

“When Chris starts getting healthy again,” Kurt said breathlessly, loving the tickle of Blaine’s breath against his skin when he spoke. “The first thing I’m eating is a grilled cheese sandwich. Then, we’re going out for hamburgers. Then after that, we’re going to Italian, and then we’re gonna order Chinese and then I’m gonna eat a giant chocolate bar and…oh! Ice cream! I’m eating a whole gallon of ice cream!”

“Easy there, baby. You don’t wanna make yourself sick,” Blaine chuckled, hearing Kurt’s stomach growl as he pressed a kiss to the skin below Kurt’s belly button. Kurt whined and wiggled his hips, wanting Blaine to move farther down. Blaine pressed hot, wet kisses along the waistband of Kurt’s jeans before nuzzling his cheek against the growing bulge in the front of them.

His hands worked their way up to the button of the jeans, popping it open as he pressed his mouth to the outline of Kurt’s erection. Carefully, he unzipped the zipper and tugged Kurt’s jeans and gray boxer briefs down around his thighs.

“I don’t know how you can still want to do this to me,” Kurt said, panting. “I look awful.”

“It’s temporary, love,” Blaine answered huskily before taking Kurt’s cock all the way into his mouth, making Kurt cry out at the sudden wet heat surrounding him. Blaine sucked expertly, swiping his tongue along the vein on the underside, pulled back so his lips were suctioned around the head of Kurt’s cock, sucking hard and lapping at it with his tongue.

“Ah fuck, Blaine! I knew there was a reason I said yes!” Kurt tossed his head back, struggling to keep his hips to the bed as Blaine sucked all over his cock. He wanted more of that wet heat. He needed it! “Fuck, Blaine, please,” Kurt cried out.

Blaine pulled back, smirking at Kurt’s desperate cry. He tugged Kurt’s jeans down his hips all the way and pressed a gentle kiss to the base of Kurt’s cock. His tongue darted out and he licked over his balls, then moving back further. He swiped his tongue over Kurt’s entrance before Kurt could even say anything. The cry that was pulled from Kurt’s lips made Blaine grin as he repeated the action.

One hand reached up and curled around Kurt’s throbbing cock, pumping it with his tight fist as he pressed his tongue against Kurt’s entrance, pushing in slowly. Blaine had been wanting to try this with Kurt for a long time, and when Kurt only reacted with pleasure, he felt encouraged as he pushed in further, his hand working Kurt’s cock faster. Kurt cried out, warning Blaine that this wouldn’t last much longer.

Blaine swirled his tongue around, moving it around inside of Kurt before pulling out, moving back to Kurt’s cock. He took all of Kurt in his throat, humming around him.

“Fuck, Blaine, I’m coming!” Kurt cried out breathlessly. Blaine pulled back just enough so his lips were around the head of Kurt’s cock, catching every drop of come that spilled out of him.

When Kurt was spent and completely limp on the bed, Blaine crawled up and curled up beside him, resting his head on Kurt’s chest.

“What about you?” Kurt whispered tiredly.

“I’m fine,” Blaine said, even though he was still hard in his pants. “Just wanted to take care of you.”

Kurt ran his fingers through Blaine’s unusually loose curls. “That was amazing, Blaine.”

Blaine just smiled and pressed a kiss to the pale skin of Kurt’s chest.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode One: Home
Scene 3

(INT. Darren and Ashley are in Darren’s car)

DARREN
Thanks for agreeing to this.

ASHLEY
Chris needs a real home, with people to watch out for him. He’s my best friend.

DARREN
Yeah, he really wants to get back to work. Plus, the people in Clovis don’t exactly like it when we hold hand in public. I don’t like it.

ASHLEY
(flipping through a stack of papers) Ok, ew, we are not looking at this yellow house.

DARREN
But Chris picked it out.

ASHLEY
(holding up a paper with a real estate listing on it) Did he pick out this crappy ass blue one?

DARREN
Yes. As a matter of fact he did.

ASHLEY
He has horrible taste in houses. We’re not looking at any of his picks.

DARREN
Yes we are. Chris spent a week printing up those listings and googling the best way to go to see all of them.

ASHLEY
(pointing out the window) Oh, this cr�me colored on up here, isn’t this the one you really liked?

DARREN
Oh, yeah!

(He pulls over beside the sidewalk in front of an older, three story cr�me colored house with a fenced yard. They get out of the car and look around.)

DARREN
I really like those windows. They look old fashioned.

ASHLEY
This place is a piece of crap.

DARREN
What?

ASHLEY
It’s got paint peeling all over and looks a million years old.

DARREN
Look, we have to find a house, Ash. And if that’s going to happen then you have to pick at least one that’s good enough to call the real estate agent to get us inside!

ASHLEY
All I know is if you want me to pay for a third of this place, it’s gotta be decent looking. And I need a bedroom far away from yours. The last thing I wanna hear is you and Chris going at it.

DARREN
(chuckles) Well I figured that was a given. Come on, we have a lot more houses to look at.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode One: Home
Scene 5

(INT. An older house, three stories, completely empty with wood floors and off-white walls. Darren and Ashley are looking around, smiling)

ASHLEY
Well?

DARREN
This is it.

ASHLEY
Yeah. And the view is spectacular.

DARREN
There’s a balcony upstairs off the master bedroom, with enough room for some chairs and stuff. It would be perfect for Chris. He loves that sorta thing. Helps his writing, I guess.

ASHLEY
We have to make an offer on it, now.

DARREN
(looks at Ashley and grins) You know what?

ASHLEY
What?

DARREN
Chris picked this house out.

. ~ . ~ .

The faint call of someone yelling, “cut!” was heard in the background, causing Kurt to look up. He glanced around, searching for Blaine until he saw him coming off the newly built set. Blaine came over to him with a tired smile on his face and a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Hi,” Kurt said, smiling. “How is it going over there?”

“Good. I really like this episode. It’s just…really sweet how much Darren cares for Chris,” Blaine said. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s lips. “My job is so easy, though. Because I don’t have to act like I’m in love with you. I just am.”

“You, sir, are a giant sap. Now, I’ve been working out your schedule for the next few weeks.” Kurt sat back in his chair and showed Blaine the schedule he had worked out on his iPad. Since Kurt had lost his voice (and tried many times to get it back), the record company had released the eight songs he’d recorded as a limited edition EP, which had sold very well even after his press release saying that there wouldn’t be anymore. They had been impressed by Blaine, and offered him the contract that Kurt had. Kurt loved watching Blaine pursuing his dream of music, and he took it upon himself to take care of Blaine while he worked so hard.

“I’m never going to get to sleep again,” Blaine groaned, seeing how he filmed on his days off of recording and recorded on his days off from filming. For the next three weeks his schedule was void of personal time, or Kurt time, or anything. The rare day he wasn’t filming or recording was set aside for helping Kurt remodel the condo he bought his mother.

“Yeah I forgot to put in ‘sleeping’ and ‘sex with Kurt’ because there just wasn’t enough room,” Kurt shrugged. “We’ll have to make time or something.”

“That’s going to be a lot more difficult since Patrick found out about our weekly trailer sex and banned it,” Blaine said, laughing at Kurt’s horrified expression.

“I still do not want to know who told him and how they found out,” Kurt said, shaking his head. Blaine laughed and leaned over to kiss him again.

“Did you remember to put that appointment with your doctor in there? I wanted to be there when they give you the results of the scans.” Blaine reached out and put a hand on Kurt’s back, rubbing softly. Kurt grimaced, remembering the doctor’s appointment he’d been dreading.

He looked down at his lap, trying to fight off the sudden wave of emotion that hit him suddenly. Blaine sensed there was something wrong and moved forward, circling his arms around Kurt, holding him close.

“It’s gonna be ok, baby. No matter what happens I’m going to be here for you.” Blaine kissed his cheek and closed his eyes. “I love you. Nothing is going to change that.”

“But Blaine…what if…”

“No, none of that,” Blaine silenced him. “We’ll work through this. And if you need surgery again, then I will give up anything to be by your side to take care of you.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Yes I do, Kurt,” Blaine told him. “And I want you to promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll keep making wedding plans.”

Kurt smiled softly, leaning into Blaine’s arms. They were the arms of the man he was going to marry, and he knew he’d never find anyone he loved more.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode One: Home
Scene 5

(INT. Living room in Chris’s parents’ house. Chris is sitting on the couch with his sister watching the Lion King. The front door opens and closes, then a minute later, Darren comes into the living room)

CHRIS
Dare! You’re home!

(Chris jumps up and hurries across the room, hugging Darren tightly.)

CHRIS
You’re early. You still have one more day.

DARREN
Well, we didn’t need it. We bought a house.

(Chris looks shocked he steps back, pulling away from Darren. His shock quickly turns to anger.)

CHRIS
Darren…we agreed…

DARREN
It’s one you picked. It’s the tan one with the balcony. With the huge master bedroom and the walk in closet and like six bathrooms. Chris, it was beautiful and I know you’ll love it. It’s the only one both Ashley and I agreed on. Nothing is completely final yet, I promise, but you’ll love it.

(Hannah gets up off the couch and comes over her arms folded in front of her as she stares at Darren)

HANNAH
You guys are moving out?

DARREN
Yup. We’ll be out of your hair in a couple of days.

HANNAH
(pouts) I was actually starting to like hanging out with my dopey brother again.

DARREN
Well I’ll make sure your dopey brother comes to visit you as often as he can, ok?

(Hannah nods and turns to Chris)

HANNAH
(whispers loudly) I like him!

(Chris blushes a little and sends her off to bed before hugging Darren again, then pulling back enough to kiss him passionately)

CHRIS
I miss you. I miss touching you. I miss making love to you.

DARREN
Before long, we’ll be out of your parents’ house and into our own.

(He kisses Chris back, keeping him from saying anything more)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode One: Home
Scene 7

(INT. An expensive jewelry store. Darren is looking at rings. A sales associate comes over to help him)

SALESMAN
Sir, may I help you?

DARREN
I’m looking for a ring. An engagement ring.

SALESMAN
Ah. You have nice taste. Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.

DARREN
Actually, I’m looking for something a little more masculine. For my boyfriend.

(The man raises both eyebrows disapprovingly, and he scowls before replying)

SALESMAN
Over here we have some nice selections.

(Darren follows him over to another case and looks at them)

DARREN
They all look like they’re just for girls.

SALESMAN
(impatiently) They are for women.

DARREN
(glaring) What about this one?

SALESMAN
Channel set diamond band. Platinum band with eight baguettes and three round diamonds that total one point three four carats.

DARREN
It’s awesome. Um…I measured his finger while he was sleeping so…

SALESMAN
We can size it right here. This particular ring is….3,150 dollars with tax.

(Darren looks surprised, knowing Chris will kill him for spending that much money after they just bought a house, but in the end it would be worth it.)

DARREN
It’s fine, I’ll take it.

(Darren smiles down at the ring as the man takes it from the case. He knows that now is not the time to propose to Chris, with the move and Chris still recovering from the attack, but when the time is right, he will be ready)