(INT. Darren is in the living room, watching a movie. Chris is in the laundry room down the hallway, out of sight.)

CHRIS
Darren! Do you want me to throw in some of your jeans with mine?

DARREN
Yeah, sure. If you want.

(Darren lifts the bottle in his hand to his lips, then freezes, his eyes growing wide. He jumps up, putting the bottle on the table, and runs out of the living room.)

DARREN
Chris! Wait!

(he slides across the hardwood floor in his socks, right into the laundry room. Chris is holding up a pair of jeans, poised to search the pockets. He gives Darren a strange look as Darren rips the jeans from his grip.)

DARREN
I wanna wear these tonight!

CHRIS
But you wore them yesterday.

DARREN
But they’re not dirty. Look at them.

(Darren runs out of the laundry room, leaving a confused Chris behind. He hurries up the stairs to their bedroom and slams the door shut. Letting out a long sigh, he reaches into the pocket of the jeans and pulls out the little box with the ring. He clutches it in his hand, staring at it, wanting to be brave enough to just propose to Chris already, but he knows that now isn’t the right time. He slips the ring in his pocket, then goes back downstairs. He tosses the jeans back on the pile of laundry.)

DARREN
Changed my mind. There’s a dirt stain on the ass from when I was sitting outside yesterday.

CHRIS
You were sitting on the ground? What, did I buy all that pretty patio furniture you liked for nothing?

DARREN
The ground was more inspirational!

CHRIS
You’re an idiot. (rolls his eyes)

DARREN
But I’m the idiot you love.

(Smiling, Darren steps up to Chris and slips an arm around his waist, pulling him close.)

DARREN
(in a low voice) You’re so sexy when you’re doing laundry.

CHRIS
Tell me you don’t have a housewife fetish.

DARREN
What can I say? I’m very traditional. (kisses Chris softly)

CHRIS
Somehow I doubt begging to be fucked by your boyfriend is part of your tradition.

DARREN
It is now.

CHRIS
(rolls his eyes, then gives Darren a peck on the lips) You’re such a fucking charmer it almost hurts.

DARREN
You love me anyway, I know it.

(Chris smiles at him, staring into his eyes. For a moment, he flashes back to watching Darren in the hospital, sobbing, crying, begging for him not to let go. Chris feels tears in his eyes and he surges forward, pulling Darren into a tight embrace.)

CHRIS
I love you so much.

DARREN
(a bit concerned at first, he hugs Chris back) I love you too, Chris. I always will, no matter what.

CHRIS
(pulls back and rests his forehead against Darren’s) I love you. Just remember that, ok? I love you so fucking much. No matter what.

DARREN
I know, Chris. I know. Believe me, the feeling is mutual.

CHRIS
I definitely don’t deserve you.

(Darren tightens his arms around him and kisses him rather passionately)

DARREN
It is I that doesn’t deserve you.

(they kiss again)

. ~ . ~ .

Blaine knocked on Kurt’s trailer door before he opened it, peering inside to see his fianc� in the middle of buttoning a rather attractive purple shirt. Blaine smiled up at him, appreciating the view.

“Hey gorgeous,” Blaine said, grinning as Kurt abandoned the buttons to come over and sit on the steps in the doorway.

“Hey.” Kurt leaned forward to kiss him, pushing the door open all the way. Blaine took his hands and squeezed them. “Are you off for the day?”

“Yeah, I have some recording to do,” Blaine said, stepping forward to stand between Kurt’s knees, which squeezed Blaine’s hips.

“When are you gonna be home?” Kurt asked, running one hand up and down Blaine’s arm softly. He loved when Kurt touched him like this. Soft and loving and innocent.

“I don’t know. Maybe later tonight. Don’t wait up if you get tired. You need your rest,” Blaine said, putting a hand on Kurt’s thigh and stroking the top of it lightly with his thumb. Kurt smiled up at him lovingly.

“Ok,” Kurt said, leaning up to kiss Blaine again. “You’ll do amazing. Just listen to Artie and maybe you’ll make it home in time for a little fun.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow suggestively and Blaine chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind then.” Blaine kissed Kurt once more pulling back. “Are you sure you’re gonna be fine? You’ll call me if you need anything?”

“Of course,” Kurt assured him. “I have one more scene to film with Lauren, then Puck is gonna pick up Mercedes and meet us here, and the four of us are going to dinner. Then Puck will drop us all off and I’ll wait patiently for you to get home.”

“Good,” Blaine said. “And if you can’t reach me, don’t be afraid to call my mom.”

“I know, I know. Geez, you’re protective,” Kurt said, slapping his chest playfully.

“I just love you,” Blaine told, pouting at Kurt’s little slap. Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled him closer, hugging him tightly with his cheek pressed against Blaine’s chest. “Oh, and don’t forget to drink some of that tea that helps your throat.”

Kurt rolled his eyes again and pushed Blaine away. “Go. Just go do your work and stop worrying about me!”

“But I can’t!” Blaine said, laughing. Then he said quite exaggeratedly, “I have terrible, awful, horrible separation anxiety! If I leave you alone you might die, and I just can’t let that happen!”

Kurt giggled and shook his head, climbing to his feet. He rolled his eyes, waved Blaine off, and pulled his trailer door shut.

Blaine smiled after him, his heart beating just a little faster at the love he felt for Kurt. Nothing could possibly compare to the feeling, he was sure of it. Every time he saw Kurt, or touched Kurt, he felt the love grow just a little more. He didn’t think it was possible to love someone so much, and he never wanted the feeling to go away.

Feeling a bit of the separation anxiety he joked about, Blaine retreated to his own trailer and retrieved his guitar and his bag of sheet music. Closing his trailer door, he headed to the studio parking lot and climbed in his car. He glanced around, thankful that Kurt already had a plan of getting home, since they’d ridden together that morning after dropping Kurt’s parents off at the airport.

It was a ten minute drive to the recording studio, and he hurried inside, not wanting to be late. He stepped inside to see not the usually bossy Artie in the sound booth, but the completely unwelcome sight of one Jesse St. James.

“What are you doing here?” Blaine snapped, almost dropping his guitar case.

“Working,” Jesse said, staring at him with an eyebrow raised. “I work here.”

“Get out. I’m recording today,” Blaine said, his voice laced with hate.

“I’m filling in for Artie today. He asked me to take over. You’re stuck with me,” Jesse said. He stood up straight, his eyes dragging over Blaine’s body. He paused when he spotted the silver ring on Blaine’s hand. “To Kurt?” he asked.

“What?” Blaine looked at him, puzzled.

Jesse pointed at his hand. “Are you engaged to Kurt?”

“Yes,” Blaine said. “Proudly so.”

“Good for him. Good for you.” Jesse turned back to a stack of papers in front of him, flipping through them.

“Um…we’re recording ‘Your Song’ today. The Elton John song. We figured it would be best if I threw a couple songs in there that everyone knew. I’m set to record with the piano,” Blaine said, trying to stay serious. He wanted to contain the rage he felt at the appearance of Jesse. The man had almost single handedly broken him and Kurt up.

“Yeah. That’s what’s in the notes,” Jesse said, attempting to act equally as professional. Blaine just stared at him, his jaw clenched. Jesse rolled his eyes. “Look, Blaine, I’m happy for you. You’re happy. I like that you’re happy.”

“Whatever.” Blaine shook his head and gathered his things, heading through two doors before he entered a room with a piano and a recording microphone. He glanced through the window on one side to see Jesse sitting down, messing with some buttons. Blaine laid out his sheet music and slid on a pair of headphones. He sat at the piano bench and pulled out a picture of Kurt, putting it right in his line of sight. Kurt was his inspiration, and he was particularly singing this song to him.

Jesse’s voice entered the room with a click. “Your Song. Take one.”

Blaine took a deep breath and counted in his head, beginning to play the piano intro. He’d practiced the song enough that he knew it by heart and found it easier to play it staring at the beautiful picture of Kurt in front of him.

“It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside
I’m not one of those who can easily hide
I don’t have much money but boy if I did
I’d buy a big house where we both could live

“If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it’s not much but it’s the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one’s for you

“And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simply but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world

“I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they’ve got me quite cross
But the sun’s been quite kind while I wrote this song
It’s for people like you that keep it turned on

“So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve seen

“And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simply but now that it’s done
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.”

Blaine finished the song, smiling happily at the picture of Kurt. He couldn’t wait to have Kurt listen to it, knowing Kurt would love it. Kurt loved when he sang songs just for him, and he had expressed a particular desire to hear Blaine sing this particular song for him.

Looking back into the recording booth, waiting to hear if Jesse felt they should run another take, and he saw the other man staring back at him, his eyes filled with an unmistakable longing. Blaine shifted uncomfortably, taking off his headphones. He looked at the picture of Kurt, knowing this recording session was only going to get more awkward.

“That was good,” Jesse finally said. “Um…perfect. Let’s review it and see if we need to run it again.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Four: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Three
Scene 4

(EXT. Movie set. Chris is leaning against the outside of his trailer, talking to Darren on the phone.)

CHRIS
Yeah. I don’t know. We’ve only got two scenes left to film. Just two more days.

(screen splits to show both of them)

(INT. Darren is sitting at his piano, leaning against the closed lid, holding the phone to his ear)

DARREN
I can’t wait to have you all to myself.

CHRIS
Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’ve got a few shows lined up that want me to guest star. And you’re supposed to be working on getting that recording contract, remember?

DARREN
I know, I know. Slave driver.

CHRIS
You know it. That big, fancy house is in my name, Dare, if you don’t pay your third of the rent I can evict you.

DARREN
You wouldn’t.

CHRIS
(laughs) No. I wouldn’t. I love you too much.

DARREN
(smiles widely) I love you too.

CHRIS
(kicks some dirt and shoves his hand in his pocket) Darren, do you ever think about the baby?

(there is silence. Darren stares straight ahead for a moment.)

DARREN
(quietly) Yeah. I do.

CHRIS
(softly, in an echo of Serena’s words) She has your eyes and your curly hair.

DARREN
What?

CHRIS
Um…never mind. Just…I love you, ok?

DARREN
Yeah. Ok.

CHRIS
Say it.

DARREN
Say what?

CHRIS
Say you love me.

DARREN
I just did.

CHRIS
Say it again. I need to hear it again.

DARREN
I love you. There.

CHRIS
I’m sorry.

DARREN
For what.

CHRIS
For everything.

DARREN
Chris, what are you…

CHRIS
(cuts Darren off) I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.

DARREN
Chris, no, wait…

CHRIS
If you’re good I’ll invite you to the wrap party. Love you.

(Chris hangs up, the screen focuses solely on him. He slides his phone into his pocket and walks back towards the set.)

. ~ . ~ .

As Kurt, Mercedes, Puck, and Lauren climbed out of the car and headed inside the restaurant, the usual crowd of adoring fans seemed to be pleasant. Having Puck with them seemed to ward off any people who even thought of approaching Kurt, and they made it inside and got seated in a round corner booth with no problems.

“I heard the food here is fantastic,” Mercedes said exciting, practically jumping in her seat as she leaned against Kurt’s shoulder. He smiled at her and glanced at his own menu. “Where’s Blaine? Is he coming later?”

Kurt’s smile fell and he shrugged. “He’s working. He loves his music. I didn’t want to keep him from his work schedule.”

“But Kurt, it’s your birthday,” Lauren pointed out, looking at him like she wouldn’t believe he would let his boyfriend get away with not being around on his birthday.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t know, ok?” Kurt rolled his eyes and looked back at his menu, trying to decide what to eat.

“What? Your boyfriend doesn’t know your own birthday? Kurt, you’ve been dating him for almost a year. You’ve been engaged for over a month!” Mercedes nudged him in the side with her elbow, causing him to move away.

“So? What does it matter?” Kurt let out a sigh and buried himself in the menu again.

“How does he not know your birthday? Even I’m not that unobservant,” Puck said.

“I’ve never told him, and whenever the opportunity arises for him to find out, he’s pretty much occupied with me and what I’m doing or if I’m ok. I’ll tell him later.” Kurt rolls his eyes yet again and went back to trying to decide what to eat while the others exchanged looks.

“Whatever, baby. We’re still gonna make sure you have an amazing twenty-fourth birthday,” Mercedes said, her voice full of promise.
. ~ . ~ .

Blaine arrived home late that night, finding only one small light on in the entry. Blaine headed into the kitchen to get something to drink. He flipped on the light and found empty plastic cups all over the counter and what looked like a cake cover on the counter. He lifted the cover to find a half-eaten cake that obviously once read “Happy Birthday”.

Letting out a sigh, he gathered the cups and tossed them in the trash, then went to the tap and got a drink of water. After a moment, he flipped off the light and headed through to the living room where he found Kurt lying on the couch, fully clothed with a blanket over him. A paper birthday hat was perched atop his head, and Blaine carefully pealed it off without waking him. He looked at the hat and raised his eyebrows when he saw it read “I’m the birthday boy!”

Sighing again, Blaine knelt down and gently picked Kurt up in his arms. He lifted him up, smiling as Kurt groaned softly and buried into his chest. He carried Kurt to the bedroom, setting him on the bed. Slowly he tugged off Kurt’s jeans and tucked him under the bedcovers. He looked around for Kurt’s wallet and dug it out of the back pocket of his jeans. He took out his driver’s license and peered at it, looking for Kurt’s birthday. He smirked when he spotted the date and shook his head. It was Kurt’s birthday and he’d never even told him.

Blaine sighed and headed into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he slipped into bed and curled around Kurt, snuggling in close to him. He pressed his nose against Kurt’s neck, breathing in the sweet smell of Kurt.

“Happy birthday,” Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt’s neck.

Kurt hummed softly in his sleep, wriggling back against him. Blaine smiled and sighed happily. He’d be having a word with Kurt in the morning, but for now, he was content.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Four: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Three
Scene 8

(INT. At night in the living room. Ashley is sitting in a chair. Chris and Darren are cuddling on the couch. The news is on.)

NEWSCAST
Roger Green Memorial Park was reopened today after police finished investigated where the body of Charles Davis was discovered in the bushes just four days ago.

(Chris sits up, causing Darren’s arms to fall from around him.)

CHRIS
Quick, turn this up!

(Ashley turns up the volume)

NEWSCAST
…Davis was reported missing one month ago when he refused to show up for a court date to face charges for brutally attacking actor Chris Colfer in his own home.

DARREN
Whoa, whoa wait…I was there four days ago. I was there when the cops were called!

CHRIS
(oblivious to Darren’s words) What…he…he’s dead?

(Darren warps an arm around him, holding him close as Chris stares at the TV in shock)

DARREN
Chris, you ok?

CHRIS
He’s dead. I…I don’t have to worry about him. I don’t have to worry about being hurt.

DARREN
(soothingly) No. You don’t. It’s over now. You’re gonna be ok.

(Chris cries softly and presses his face against Darren’s shoulder. Darren glances over at Ashley with a sad, yet almost relieved look. She looks at Chris in concern.)

DARREN
Shhh, Chris, baby, it’s gonna be ok.