Groaning, he lifted his head and felt the familiar numbness in his throat as he tried to swallow. His eyes drifted to the weight on his arm and saw Blaine’s curly hair. Blaine was slumped over, his head on Kurt’s arm as he snored softly. Kurt smiled softly. Blaine only snored when he was completely, utterly exhausted.

Shifting his arm, which was going numb from the weight of Blaine’s head, he startled the curly haired man out of his sleep. Blaine jumped up, looking around and rubbing his eyes. He finally focused on Kurt and smiled. Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but Blaine shook his head.

“Don’t try to speak,” Blaine said. “The doctor said you won’t be able to for a couple days.”

Kurt pouted and glanced to a glass of water on the table. He pointed to it weakly, hoping Blaine would get the message. Blaine did, and stood, pressing the call button for a nurse.

“I’ll get a nurse to get you some ice chips, ok?” Blaine said, squeezing Kurt’s hand. Kurt nodded and smiled at him halfheartedly. “You’re going to be alright, Kurt. I promise. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but you’ll be good as new in no time. They said that whoever operated last time didn’t do a good job and left a bunch of scar tissue.”

Kurt’s brow furrowed and he glanced around, then made a motion like he wanted something to write on. Blaine nodded and pulled up a plastic bag from the store down the street that he’d sent Puck to when he found out Kurt couldn’t speak. He pulled out a pad of paper and a package of colorful markers. Kurt pulled out a blue one and started to write something on the first page. Blaine looked over his shoulder as he wrote.

“Best Broadway surgeon available operated last time.”

“Well he must’ve had an off day,” Blaine shrugged. Kurt frowned and began writing something else, then showed it to Blaine, who chuckled when he read Kurt’s response.

“I’ll sue the bastard.”

“It’s a little late now, plus you’re all better now.” Blaine sat on the edge of the bed just as the door opened and a nurse stepped in. She asked what they needed and Blaine requested some ice chips for Kurt and she stepped back out. When she left, Kurt held up the paper with a new message on it.

“Did you sleep here all night?”

Blaine nodded and looked down at him. He reached up and cupped Kurt’s cheek in his hand, feeling a little bit of stubble there. He stroked his thumb over Kurt’s cheekbone softly.

“Well, not all night. I went home and got you some clothes and showed your parents around. Finn and Rachel stayed while we were gone,” Blaine told him. Kurt raised both eyebrows, then scribbled something quickly.

“My parents? Finn and Rachel?”

“Yeah. I called them right after you went into surgery and they all hopped on the first flights they could get out here. Some of your old friends from New York came here too. They wanted to be here for you. And they all missed you,” Blaine explained, pulling his hand away from Kurt’s face. The door opened again to reveal the nurse holding a cup.

“Hi there, Kurt,” the nurse said with a smile. “My name is Nurse Kathy. How are you feeling?”

Kurt took the cup of ice chips and put on in his mouth before picking up the pad of paper and scribbling out “fine”.

“You have quite the support group. And your friend really cares about you,” Nurse Kathy said, smiling over at Blaine. Kurt narrowed his eyes and scribbled something out and thrust the pad in her face.

“He’s my fianc�.”

“Oh,” Nurse Kathy said, her smile faltering. She glanced at Blaine’s hand and spotted his ring that matched Kurt’s, and put on a fake smile. “That’s very nice. He’s very supportive.”

Nurse Kathy finished checking Kurt to make sure everything was going nicely, then she turned to leave. Once Kurt and Blaine were alone again, Blaine looked at Kurt.

“You told her we’re engaged,” Blaine said. Kurt just looked at him and nodded, then wrote something down quickly.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Blaine shrugged. “I don’t know. You just never wear your ring on your left hand and you’ve barely told anyone. I mean, I understand that you were sick but I thought you would…you know…be proud to marry me.”

Kurt made a face and then wrote down his response. It took a minute before he finally lifted the pad of paper up for Blaine to see.

“I am proud. I’m going to be marrying the most amazing, supportive man in the world. But I know as soon as I tell everyone they’ll all want a piece of you. And I don’t want to share.”

Blaine smiled and blinked away forming tears in his golden eyes. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Kurt’s dry lips.

“I love you, Kurt. And we’ll get through this together, I promise.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Three: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Two
Scene 1

(INT. Ashley is walking down the hallway, glancing at her watch. It’s past time for her and Chris to leave for work. She walks up to Chris and Darren’s bedroom door and presses her ear against it, raising her eyebrows at what she hears)

CHRIS
Oh my…fuck…Darren I have to get up.

DARREN
Not…fucking…yet….

(She can hear them both moaning and the sound of the bed squeaking.)

CHRIS
(lets out a long groan) Fuck, Darren, faster.

DARREN
Oh my god, Chris. You’re so good. I love you so much.

(Ashley smirks before knocking three times on the door, loudly. She can hear the sounds of scrambling and muttering swear words and when she is satisfied that Chris and Darren are aware of her presence, she opens the door to see Darren straddling a very red faced Chris, panting and clutching a sheet around their lower bodies.)

CHRIS
(high-pitched and breathless) Ashley! What do you want?

ASHLEY
It’s time for work Mr. Wake-me-up-if-I-sleep-in-because-I-don’t-wanna-be-late-for-filming.

CHRIS
Would you just please get out. I’ll be out in few a minutes.

ASHLEY
Please tell me you’re not still…

CHRIS
(yells) Get out!

ASHLEY
(turns to leave) I’ll take that as a yes.

(She closes the door and stands there for a moment, listening to a few muffled whispers before the bed starts squeaking again. She laughs and walks back down the hall.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Three: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Two
Scene 2

(INT. The kitchen. Ashley enters to find both Chris and Darren looking dressed and well put together. Darren is sitting at the counter eating a bagel and Chris is standing on the other side, sipping a glass of juice between talking to Darren)

CHRIS
…so then the guy walks in and starts yelling at her for no reason. It was crazy. I mean, shit like that shouldn’t just happen. I feel sorry for the poor girl.

ASHLEY
(knowing they weren’t actually talking about her) Oh you feel sorry for me? I can assure you that walking in on you two getting it on was not as bad as you’d think.

CHRIS
(slowly turns to her) Ok, Ash, we are going to pretend that never happened. Besides, we live on separate ends of the house for a reason. You know. So Darren and I could have sex uninterrupted and you could not hear it. That was the deal.

ASHLEY
In my defense you told me to wake you up if you were late, and you were.

DARREN
And in his defense we haven’t had sex in months and I was horny.

ASHLEY
Well I think we learned a valuable lesson today.

CHRIS
You learn the meaning of privacy and we’ll learn to be quicker at sex?

ASHLEY
(shrugs) Sounds good to me. Now we’re already an hour late. We better run.

(Chris nods and gulps down the rest of his juice, setting the glass in the sink and grabbing his things off the counter. He steps over beside Darren and slips an arm around his waist, kissing his cheek)

CHRIS
I’ll see you later. I love you.

DARREN
Love you too. Be safe.

CHRIS
Don’t worry so much. I’ll be fine.

(Chris gives Darren one more kiss and follows Ashley out the front door.)

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt and Blaine’s condo was filled with people the day Kurt came home from the hospital. There were six of Kurt’s college and Broadway friends, Finn, Rachel, Burt, Carole, Mercedes, Blaine’s mother, and of course Kurt and Blaine themselves. They arrived home to find the living room bustling with people and smells of delicious food wafting from the kitchen. Their mothers, Carole and Carla, were scrambling to pull dishes out of the oven and move things on the stove and plate finished dishes. Kurt, mostly was surprised at everything.

Still unable to talk, he stuck close to Blaine and wrote on his pad of paper and had Blaine communicate for him.

“He’s surprised and happy you guys are here,” Blaine told them all as everyone went silent upon their arrival. Kurt nudged Blaine in the side and showed him what else he wrote. “And he wants a hug from everyone.”

Kurt smiled at everyone’s chorus of “awww” before they all surged forward and took turns giving him hugs. When they were done, Kurt learned that most of them would have to go home the next day, but they wanted to see him. Finn and Rachel would be leaving with them, but Burt and Carole were staying for a week.

After a few minutes of Kurt listening to everyone talk about how life in New York wasn’t the same without him, but they were all happy and loved watching Bring on Tomorrow every time it was on. Kurt was very happy to hear this. He understood when Finn said he couldn’t handle watching his brother have fake sex on TV with another dude, so he had to look away, but both Kurt and Blaine were embarrassed when Rachel and a few of the other girls agreed that those were their favorite parts.

Kurt thrust his pad of paper and Blaine, who read it and laughed. “Kurt says he’s glad that his portrayal of sex brings you a lot of enjoyment. He also wants you to know…Kurt I’m not telling them that.”

“Tell us!” The girls all said in unison.

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Kurt says that I’m better in bed in private than I am on TV.”

This was met by roars of laughter from the girls, the boys muttering about how it was too much information, and Blaine blushing violently. Kurt just grinned at him and hugged him tightly.

“Alright everyone, the food is ready,” Carole came into the living room and announced. She went over to Kurt and hugged him. “I know you can’t eat solid food yet, so I made you some of your favorite soup.”

Carole kissed his cheeks and led him into the kitchen. Kurt motioned for Blaine to follow, which he did like an obedient puppy. Once they were in the kitchen, away from everyone except their mothers, Kurt hugged Blaine tightly and kissed him.

“Not in the kitchen, boys,” Carole said, not even turning to look at them.

Kurt glared and scribbled something on his paper. Blaine laughed when he read it.

“Kurt says this is why we live alone,” Blaine said. Carole laughed and rolled her eyes as she used a soup ladle to fix Kurt a bowl of soup, setting it on the island in the center of the kitchen.

“Ok, boys. You can eat here or eat out there. But I imagine that Kurt probably wants to take it easy,” Carole said. She and Carla both wiped their hands and congratulated themselves on a job well done of preparing food for everyone.

“I think we’ll eat in here. You both are welcome to join us. Kurt’s just a little tired,” Blaine said, smiling when a plate of food was pushed towards him by his own mother. Carole and Carla both pulled up stools and sat across from their sons.

“So how have you boys been? I mean…before the surgery and everything. Life in general,” Carole asked, watching Kurt blow on his spoonful of soup.

“You know, we’re just kinda going day to day. Kurt’s had a few more offers to model lately, and I’ve been working with music when we’re not filming. The show takes up a lot of our time, though. I’m just thankful it’s something we get to do together,” Blaine said, his fork poised in his hand as he watched Kurt with a smile on his face.

“It sounds like you boys have done very well for yourselves. Burt and I are very proud. You should see him telling everyone that his son is on TV. When we found out Kurt was nominated for an Emmy, he practically ran through the streets rubbing it in people’s faces,” Carole laughed. Kurt smiled proudly, made a few hand motions, then scrambled for his pad of paper. Blaine chuckled and waited for him to write down what he wanted to say.

“Kurt says they’re predicting him to win. They submitted the finale after all the praise it received and we’re excited to see if it happens. Kurt’s already got our outfits all picked out,” Blaine told them. He glanced over at his mother, who was smiling proudly at them. She never said much, but she was slowly beginning to accept that this was the life that Blaine lived and it wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought.

“We’ll be watching when he does,” Carole said. Kurt grinned proudly and glanced over at Blaine, slipping their hands together.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Three: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Two
Scene 4

(INT. Chris is in his trailer on the set of his movie. He’s sitting on the couch, looking out the window, his eyes squeezed shut. He hears flashes of voices, each one making him wince)

SERENA
You’re dead, Chris.

…

CHRIS
What happens if I lose the fight?

SERENA
Then you’re gone forever.

…

SERENA
…Allison. She would’ve been Darren’s daughter.

…

SERENA
He’s dying without you. He needs you.

…

DARREN
You promised you’d never leave me! You fucking promise!

(A knock on the trailer door startles Chris. He jumps up, runs a hand through his messy hair, and opens the door. A small woman with a headset and a clipboard is standing below.)

CHRIS
I’ll be out in a minute. I just…I’ll be out in a minute.

(He closes his trailer door and lets out a long sigh. He glances at his watch, then moves to his bag on the couch. He pulls out a bottle of painkillers and shakes out two. He glares at them with disgust and swallows them down with a sip of water. He won’t tell anyone that everything still hurts. He refuses to be seen as weak. After another moment, he steps outside, ready to work.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Three: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Two
Scene 5

(INT. Darren is unpacking more boxes in the living room, stacking movies while music plays. He pulls out his cellphone and glances at it, not having gotten a single text from Chris all day. He sighs and taps a message, clicks send, then resumes his movie stacking. Just as he finished, his phone beeps. He pulls it out. Camera focuses on the screen. Chris’s test says “Busy. Can’t txt. ttyl”. Darren sighs and sets his phone aside. He stares at the box of movies in front of him, then stands and shoves his phone into his pocket. He runs down the hallway into a mostly empty and unpacked room. He grabs his guitar case, then hurries out to the front door. He grabs his car keys from the table beside the door, and leaves, slamming the door behind him.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Three: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Two
Scene 6

(EXT. At the park. Darren is sitting on a rock, overlooking a small pond. His guitar is on his lap as he strums it quietly. A few people nearby listen with smiles. He closes his eyes and starts humming along with the tune he’s playing on the guitar. Soon, his silence is interrupted as blaring sirens come closer and closer. He blinks and suddenly police and ambulances are in the parking lot. Curious, along with the other people around, he packs up his guitar and watches as crime scene tape is quickly strung across trees to keep wandering eyes away. As he makes his way closer, he sees a crying little girl and her mother. Darren thinks she might be the victim until the medics head into the bushes. Straining to hear what was going on, he hears some people who are closer talking)

OLD MAN
The girl was looking for her dog and she found a body.

YOUNG WOMAN
I heard it was almost decomposed.

(Darren cringes and steps back, clutching his guitar. He hurries off to his car, not wanting to be a part of it. When he settles into the driver’s seat, he pulls out his phone and glances at the screen. There is a new text from Chris that reads “love you. Good day so far?” Darren sighs and replies “great. Miss you tho. Love you too.” Then he tosses the phone in the passenger seat and quickly drives away.)

. ~ . ~ .

Three days after Kurt came home from the hospital, Blaine awoke to the feeling of Kurt’s lips pressing soft kisses to his jaw. Blaine’s eyes fluttered open and he smiled, tilting his head towards Kurt, who was hovering above him, holding himself up with his forearms. Kurt smiled and leaned forward, kissing Blaine’s lips softly.

“Hello,” Blaine whispered as Kurt pulled away slowly.

“I love you,” Kurt said, his voice a little raspy from not being used.

Blaine propped himself up with his arms behind him and captured Kurt’s lips with his, pushing forward a little as their mouths collided. They separated and Blaine couldn’t help but stare at Kurt’s lips as they both panted softly.

“I missed hearing you say it,” Blaine whispered. He pressed a few soft pecks to the corner of Kurt’s mouth. “I love you too.”

He slid his hand up the cup Kurt’s jaw, pushing forward and sucking Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling softly as he silence begged for Kurt to open his mouth. Kurt’s lips parted and his tongue slid out, tangling with Blaine’s and forcing its way into Blaine’s mouth, demanding control. Kurt put one hand flat on Blaine’s chest, pushing him down. He slid his body gracefully until he was lying on top of Blaine, he knees on either side of Blaine’s hips.

They kept kissing slowly and passionately as Blaine tried to run his hands along Kurt’s naked sides. Kurt grabbed his hands and pinned them to the bed. He pulled away from Blaine’s lips, panting softly. He ran his hands along Blaine’s arms, feeling the muscles under his fingertips. He pressed their hips together, their half hard erections aligned as he ducked down and suctioned his lips on the salty skin of Blaine’s neck.

Blaine’s stubble scratched against his sensitive skin, which added to the feeling as he nipped at Blaine’s neck, then licked it to soothe the sting. He suckled softly on the skin, then nuzzled it softly with his nose before licking his way up to the spot behind Blaine’s ear, which always drove him crazy. Kurt attached his lips there and sucked on it hard enough to bruise, drawing a low groan from Blaine that rumbled so low in his chest that Kurt could feel it.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Kurt whispered in Blaine’s ear, licking the shell of it before he arched his back, pressing their chests together. He felt Blaine’s hips press up, and he countered with a press down, keeping him pinned to the bed, their now fully hard, unfortunately clothed erections rubbing softly together, not creating nearly enough friction.

Kurt ran his hands up Blaine’s stomach, feeling the muscles there quiver beneath his touch. He felt the soft tickle of Blaine’s chest hair beneath his palm. With a grin, he ducked down and captured Blaine’s lips in his, sliding his tongue in and running it along the roof of Blaine’s mouth. Blaine groaned into Kurt’s mouth, a soft vibration he felt all over.

Pulling away, Kurt kissed his way down the other side of Blaine’s neck, sucking hard on his collar bone as he ran one hand slowly, softly over Blaine’s bicep, feeling the quivering muscle. He pressed his cheek to Blaine’s chest, inhaling the scent of body wash and Blaine’s skin. Kurt bent his head down and ran his tongue over one of Blaine’s nipples, feeling it peak under the attention Kurt paid it. He moved over, doing the same to the other. Blaine swore softly, panting and begging for just a little more. Kurt’s hips had him pinned to the bed and as much as he wanted more friction on his cock, Kurt wasn’t ready to give it yet.

He moved back up to press a wet, sloppy kiss to Blaine’s mouth before he tossed his head back and arched his back, running one hand through the hair on Blaine’s chest. His eyes closed and he let out a soft gasp as he ground their hips together, giving them both a taste of the friction their erections ached for.

“Ungh Kurt,” Blaine moaned, running one hand along the smooth expanse of Kurt’s pale chest. Kurt reached up with his free hand, covering Blaine’s hand with his. He brought it up to his lips, kissing Blaine’s fingertips softly.

“I love you,” Kurt whispered against them. He moved down, stripping both his and Blaine’s underwear off in two fluid motions. Straddling Blaine’s legs, he hovered above Blaine’s cock, watching Blaine’s face as he curled his fingers around his cock. He held it in his hand, feeling its heavy weight in the palm of his hand. Blaine’s forehead was covered in a light sheen of sweat as he panted, using all of his self-control not to just thrust into Kurt’s hand.

Kurt ran his fingers over Blaine’s cock, feeling every vein and every inch of impossible soft skin stretched over hardness. Blaine let out a soft whine as Kurt circled the tip of one finger around the head of his cock, scooping up the fluid that gathered at the tip, spreading it down the length of him with one continuous motion. Smiling softly, Kurt pressed a soft kiss to the base of Blaine’s cock, moving his lips up slowly.

Blaine threw his head back, panting softly at the teasing pace of Kurt’s attention. He wanted more. He needed more.

“Kurt, please,” Blaine ground out.

Kurt smirked and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock before sucking it into his mouth. Blaine gasped one hand immediately went to Kurt’s hair for something to holding onto. Kurt took all of Blaine into his mouth, then sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed as he pulled back up. His lips let his cock go with a lewd pop, and he watched with amusement as it bounced lightly against Blaine’s stomach.

“Fucking tease,” Blaine whimpered. “Will you just fuck me already?”

Kurt chuckled as he pressed soft kissed to Blaine’s hipbones, licking and nipping at the soft skin there. He slowly slid back up to kiss Blaine’s lips, their erections sliding together once more. He reached down and took them both in his hand, stroking them together. He raised his hips and rubbed the heads of their cocks together, causing them both to gasp into each other’s mouths at the sensation.

“Please,” Blaine breathed. “Do it. Please. I need you.”

Kurt nodded and kissed Blaine quickly before climbing to the edge of their bed. Blaine’s hand still rested heavily on the curve of his ass as he rummaged around in the drawer for a bottle of lube. He settled back down, straddling Blaine’s hips. Instead of getting ready to prepare Blaine, he squirted some of the lube on his fingers and reached behind him, his back arched easily as he slowly slid one finger inside himself, wincing at first but then working himself open.

“You are so sexy,” Blaine panted.

“You know it,” Kurt gasped, slipping a second finger in. He reached down, pumping his cock a few times as he wiggled his hips. He squeezed his eyes shut, swearing slightly. He worked a third finger in, preparing himself for Blaine, then pulled his fingers out. He squeezed more lube into his hand, working it over Blaine’s cock until it was completely covered and slick.

Kurt rose up onto his knees, holding Blaine’s cock in place as he lowered himself, feeling the blunt head pushing into him. Slowly, he took all of Blaine’s cock inside of him, settling down and getting used to the feeling of Blaine inside of him.

“Fuck, Kurt, you’re tight,” Blaine gasped. Kurt leaned down and kissed him hard, their teeth clashing, all the while squeezing his inner muscles around Blaine, drawing more of those low noises that he loved from Blaine. Finally, Kurt pulled away as he was hit with the overwhelming urge to move.

He sat back, on hand on Blaine’s chest again as he rose up until Blaine’s cock was almost all the way out of him, then he lowered himself back down slowly. Blaine bit his lip hard as he curled one hand around Kurt’s hip, resisting the urge to flip him over and thrust into him hard. Kurt moved up and down slowly, much to slowly for Blaine, who finally sat up and gripped Kurt’s hip hard, moving his hips up to slam into Kurt.

Kurt let out a scream of pleasure, digging his fingertips into Blaine’s chest. Blaine let out a soft grunt as he moved his hips faster in time with Kurt’s movements, thrusting into him hard. Kurt shifted so that each movement caused Blaine’s cock to brush against his prostate, drawing a soft, high-pitched cry from him each time.

Blaine’s hand moved from Kurt’s hip to his cock, circling around it tightly, pumping in random time, unable to find a rhythm with his quick thrusts. He felt that familiar heat low in his body, knowing this was going to be ending soon. He stroked Kurt’s erection faster, wanting Kurt to come first.

“Fuck, Blaine I’m-ah! I’m almost th-there!” Kurt stuttered. He let out a loud cry as Blaine’s hand and hips sped up. A few more strokes and thrusts and Kurt was coming hard, spilling over Blaine’s hand and stomach, his eyes rolling back and his muscles clenching around Blaine.

“Kurt, fuck, I love you,” Blaine ground out as he felt Kurt squeeze him tightly. His own orgasm ripped through him, drawing a low string of curses from his mouth. He collapsed back on the bed, feeling a shaking Kurt pull off of him, settling beside him.

They panted softly as Kurt rested his head on Blaine’s chest, his arm draped across his chest, not caring that he was sweaty and covered in Kurt’s come.

“I like waking up like that,” Blaine breathed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Kurt’s head.

Kurt smirked and nuzzled his cheek against Blaine’s skin. “I thought you might.”