(INT. Bedroom. Darren is sleeping near the edge of the bed, the blankets wrapped around him like a cocoon. He’s snoring softly, hugging a pillow tightly. Chris comes out of the bathroom, working on tying his tie. He smiles as he walks up to the side of the bed and reaches down, lightly brushing away Darren’s hair from his forehead.)

CHRIS
(whispers) You beautiful man.

(Chris looks at him with a mixture of love and sadness, and he continues to stare down at Darren for a long time before he snaps out of some kind of trance. He lightly strokes Darren’s cheek before pressing a kiss to his forehead.)

DARREN
(groans sleepily) Chris?

CHRIS
Shhh, just sleep.

DARREN
Love you.

CHRIS
I know.

(Darren smiles and buries his face in his pillow, resuming his light snoring almost immediately.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Five: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Four
Scene 2

(INT. Kitchen. Ashley is slicing an apple. Chris comes in and takes a muffin from a basket on the counter, then starts to head out of the room.)

ASHLEY
Good morning to you too.

CHRIS
(turns around, startled) What? Oh. Hi. I didn’t see you.

ASHLEY
(stares at him) You didn’t see me? I’m right in front of your face.

CHRIS
Sorry. I’m a little distracted.

ASHLEY
By what? It’s not like you have to worry about any psycho guys trying to beat you up now.

CHRIS
(cringes) Just things, ok? I’m busy.

ASHLEY
Busy not telling Darren what’s going on in that head of yours?

CHRIS
Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.

ASHLEY
Oh no, not at all. I don’t know anything about how this is all bothering you. About how you keep hallucinating a bunch of dead people surrounding Darren now. Maybe that you’re still a little messed up from this.

CHRIS
Oh my god, Ashley, I’m fine. There’s nothing to tell Darren because nothing is going on!

ASHLEY
You’re in denial.

CHRIS
No. I’m not.

ASHLEY
Darren has the names and phone numbers of seven psychiatrists programmed into his phone waiting for you to tell him what’s wrong with you. Once again, Chris, he’s not as stupid as he acts. He knows something is up.

CHRIS
I don’t think he’s stupid.

ASHLEY
Just tell him.

CHRIS
Whatever. There’s nothing to tell.

(He turns and head out of the kitchen. Focus back on Ashley, who watches him leave. A moment later, the front door slams, and the house is quiet.)

. ~ . ~ .

“BLAINE WAKE UP. GET UP. GET YOUR SEXY ASS OUT OF BED AND GET UP RIGHT NOW! IT’S AFTER NOON!”

This was not only screamed in Blaine’s ear, but was also accompanied by Kurt jumping incessantly on the bed beside of him, nearly stomping on him in the process. Blaine groaned and rolled over, grabbing Kurt’s ankle, making his fianc� fall beside him.

“What happened to resting your voice?” Blaine groaned, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

“GET UP!” Kurt shouted right in Blaine’s ear, making him flinch away. He leapt over Blaine, grabbed Blaine’s arm, and tried to haul him out of bed. Unfortunately, in doing so, he succeed in just pulling him right down to the floor, landing hard in a heap of tangled sheets and blankets.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Blaine shoved the blankets away and stumbled to his feet.

“I’m sorry, it’s just so exciting!” Kurt finally lowered his voice as he launched himself at Blaine once more, hugging him tightly.

“Whasessiting?” Blaine asked, muffled by Kurt’s shoulder.

“The Emmy’s Blaine! We’re going to the Emmy’s!” Kurt released Blaine as he jumped up and down like a pogo stick all the way to his walk-in closet. Blaine rolled his eyes and headed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. He turned on the shower and shed his boxers, then used the toilet before stepping under the hot spray. It wasn’t that he wasn’t looking forward to the Emmy’s. Because he was. It was just with all of Kurt’s preplanning and Kurt’s Emmy party plans for after the awards were over and Kurt’s picking outfits for them on top of the stress of filming and recording, and the fact that he and Kurt had stayed up late having copious amounts of sex the night before, Blaine just didn’t feel like going to the Emmy’s today.

As he finished up in the shower, he toiled off quickly, then shamelessly walked naked into the bedroom. Kurt was already dressed in his designer suit – some name Blaine didn’t care to know – and totally ignoring Blaine’s naked state.

“Hurry up and tame that hair of yours and get your suit on. The limo will be here in half an hour. God, I can’t wait to see who we’re gonna be sitting by. I hope it’s someone amazing. The whole night’s gonna be amazing!” Kurt danced around a bit, then shoved Blaine back towards the bathroom, thrusting a clean pair of boxers at him.

Blaine rolled his eyes again and disappeared back inside the bathroom. When he emerged ten minutes later, his hair was neatly gelled and he was wearing a pair of boxers and a white undershirt. Kurt thrust the blue suit he’d picked out at him. Blaine rolled his eyes, stepped back into the bathroom, and came out another ten minutes later looking worthy of the red carpet.

“There. Now I can flaunt my gorgeous fianc� to the world,” Kurt said, kissing Blaine’s cheek.

Blaine smirked and grabbed Kurt’s arm, pulling him back against his chest. Kurt let out a little squeak as he suddenly found himself flush against his boyfriend’s body.

“I’m gonna have to spend the whole night watching myself to make sure I’m not too affectionate. You give me a proper kiss right now,” Blaine said, a hint of playful warning in his voice. Kurt smiled and leaned forward, kissing Blaine full on the mouth, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip. Before Blaine could open his mouth, Kurt pulled away.

“I’ll make it up to you after I win tonight,” Kurt said.

“And if you don’t win?”

“Then I’ll need plenty of sex to make me feel better.”

Blaine grinned at Kurt’s response, then gave him another kiss as Kurt’s phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced down.

“Our ride is here. Are you ready?”

With a nod, Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and smiled at him, then they headed to the Emmy’s.

. ~ . ~ .

This time it was a lot easier for both of them, seeing as they both had a little more red carpet experience. Kurt was a lot better at keeping his cool (except when he saw Betty White because ohmygod Blaine every time there’s a Golden Girls marathon on I have to watch it she’s so funny!) and Blaine seemed to be starstruck by every face he saw, but he managed to at least appear in control of his emotions.

They made their way down the red carpet, waving at people and being greeted by other celebrities that “loved the show”. Blaine itched to hold Kurt’s hand, or put his arm around him, or kiss his cheek, but while they were together, they still had to maintain a certain level of professionalism.

“Look, Blaine, it’s Tina. Let’s go do an interview with her,” Kurt said, tugging him towards one of the interview booths. They made their way through the line, stepping up in front of the camera where Tina Cohen-Chang, Kurt’s former fellow glee club member turned talk show hostess, grinned upon seeing them.

“And here we have Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, how great to see you guys!” Tina hugged them both in turn. “So Kurt, you’re up for Best Actor in a Drama this year, and you seem to be the favorite.”

“Yeah, fingers crossed!” Kurt said, smiling in what Blaine considered the most adorable way possible. “Seriously, there are so many other talented actors up for the same award, and we all deserve to win. It will be interesting to see what happens.”

Tina nodded, “Yeah. I’m hoping it’s you!” She turned to Blaine. “Now how do you feel about all this? You didn’t get nominated this year.”

Blaine shrugged. “Yeah, you know, I was submitted but honestly I’m glad they chose Kurt. He puts so much into his character and his acting and everyone loves Chris, including all of us at the show, so we’re all rooting for him and for Kurt.”

Kurt smiled at Blaine and bumped shoulders with him lightly before turning back to Tina.

“Well, we’re all looking forward to seeing the results.” Blaine nonchalantly put his hand on the small of Kurt’s back. Tina grinned at them as she hugged them both goodbye as they had to move on. As they stepped down the stairs, Kurt leaned towards Blaine.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” Kurt grinned at him.

“Not as perfect as you.” Checking to make sure no one in particular was looking, he quickly pecked Kurt’s cheek before they joined the crowd to make their way inside again.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Five: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Four
Scene 5

(EXT. Darren is sitting outside on the balcony, sheet music spread out in front of him and his guitar in his lap. He hums a little tune, then strums a few chords. He reaches down with one hand and feels the pocket of his pants, smiling as he feels the box with the ring in it there. As he goes back to his songwriting, the door opens behind him, startling him. He turns quickly to see who opened the door to find Chris standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets.)

DARREN
(smiling) Hey! You’re home early.

CHRIS
Yeah. We finished early.

DARREN
So you came home?

CHRIS
(stepping towards Darren and sitting down beside him) The wrap party isn’t until tonight. I didn’t want to just sit around there and miss you.

DARREN
(grins) Aw, you love me!

CHRIS
Shut up. You know I do. (leans over and kisses Darren’s cheek, then lays his head on his shoulder) So. What are you working on?

DARREN
Just some stuff. I’ve got this great place booked, and some big record company guys are gonna come to my show. You’re gonna be there, right?

CHRIS
Wouldn’t miss it.

DARREN
This could be my chance, Chris. I’m really excited about it.

CHRIS
I’m very happy for you.

(there is silence between them for a few moments before Darren lets out a long sigh)

DARREN
Chris?

CHRIS
Yeah, Dare?

DARREN
Why won’t you tell me what’s going on with you?

CHRIS
Because nothing’s…

DARREN
(cuts him off) Stop lying to me. I’m not stupid, Chris. I can see right through you.

(Chris takes a moment to respond)

CHRIS
(quietly) I just don’t want to hurt you again.

DARREN
You’ve never hurt me.

CHRIS
That’s not true. I…I saw the way you cried.

DARREN
(laughs, then sets aside his guitar) Me? Cry? I never cry.

CHRIS
You cried when…when I died.

(Darren stiffens, his smile gone. He looks at Chris in concern.)

DARREN
What are you talking about?

CHRIS
When I died, in the hospital, you were crying so much. You were like…screaming for me to come back. It was…it was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever seen.

(Darren moves so he’s kneeling in front of Chris)

DARREN
What are you…how could you have seen that?

CHRIS
(starting to cry) I don’t know I was just…suddenly I was standing above you, looking down on you. There were others there, too. Your grandmother. This little girl who said you were her first boyfriend. This guy who said you kissed him. Serena was there and…she was holding Allison.

DARREN
What? I don’t understand. Was it some kind of…out of body experience?

CHRIS
(wipes his eyes and reached for Darren’s hand) Yes. I think so. They told me I was dead and that I could try to go back if I wanted. I think they like…watch down on your or something. Like a group of guardian angels or something.

DARREN
(chuckles softly as he pulls Chris into his arms) No way. I’m not cool enough for guardian angels.

CHRIS
(slaps his arm) Shut up, I’m telling you what’s wrong with me!

DARREN
Right. Sorry. Um…so you said…Allison?

CHRIS
She was beautiful. She looked just like you.

DARREN
But how do you know it was real?

CHRIS
Were you really on the floor crying about how I said I’d never leave you?

DARREN
Well it was less cry and more screaming and begging, but yeah.

CHRIS
I don’t know how it happened but I’ve wanted to tell you for so long.

DARREN
(Pulls Chris against his chest and rests his chin on Chris’s shoulder, holding Chris tight around the waist) Why didn’t you?

CHRIS
Because I was scared that it would hurt you. I’ve been scared. I don’t want to hurt you.

DARREN
Bottling it in just hurt you, and that hurts me more than anything.

CHRIS
(sniffles) Even more than thinking about the baby?

DARREN
Not to sound cold or anything, but she wasn’t even born yet. Yes, I wonder what might have been if it all hadn’t happened, but then I remember that I wouldn’t be here, sitting on the balcony of the very large house I share with my loving boyfriend and his best friend, with my guitar and my music and my dreams ahead of me.

CHRIS
Sometimes, when I think of you, I hear them talking to me. Telling me not to hurt you. Telling me to go back to you. Does that make me crazy?

DARREN
Crazy in love, maybe.

CHRIS
Some nights, I can’t sleep because when I do I just dream about standing there, looking down at you looking so broken.

DARREN
Wait…so it’s my fault you’ve been so distracted lately?

CHRIS
No! God no, never. I just…I want you to know that I would never intentionally hurt you.

DARREN
I know. I love you.

(Chris turns in Darren’s arms and they kiss, then rest their foreheads together.)

. ~ . ~ .

Kurt nearly jumped in his seat as it was announced that his category was up. They’d already gone up once for winning Best Drama Series, the award which Patrick sat two rows back clutching tightly in his excited hands. Blaine’s hand covered Kurt’s, squeezing it as they announced the nominees and played sample clips from their shows.

Kurt gripped Blaine’s hand back as his name was announced. The screen flashed to a familiar scene of Chris standing, angrily looking down at Darren sitting on the couch.

“But it’s true. I don’t need you. You’re short, you’re whiny, you’re childish, you suck at cooking, you leave your underwear on the floor, you leave trash on the coffee table for me to pick up, you think you’re tough, but you’re really not. The only thing you’re good at is sex, and even then I’ve had better!”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“Oh, I meant every word of it.”

There was an applause as the next nominee’s video played, and then the focus was on the presenters.

“And the award goes to…”

Kurt held his breath as they opened the envelope, squeezing Blaine’s hand as tight as possible.

“Kurt Hummel!”

Everyone around them erupted into cheers, while Kurt sat there, wide-eyed and surprised. He looked at Blaine, who was standing, trying to pull him up.

“I knew it would be you,” Blaine whispered in his ear as he gave him a little shove. Kurt stumbled along the row to the aisle, red-faced and grinning as he made his way up to the stage. He took the Emmy in his hands and stared at it, in awe.

“Um…thank you all so much. Thanks to…um…Patrick for giving me a chance on the show and to all the people who watch it and support us. Thanks to my family for flying out to support me when I was having troubles, and thanks most of all to my wonderful partner Blaine, who’s been with me and loved me through it all, without him I wouldn’t be up here.” Kurt held up his award as everyone cheered, then headed back off the stage and down to his row, clutching the award tightly.

He sat beside Blaine, grinning as he stared at the Emmy in his hands.

“See, baby, I knew you’d win it,” Blaine said, patting Kurt’s thigh softly.

“This makes up for not winning the Golden Globe last year,” Kurt said. Blaine rolled his eyes and looked at Kurt’s face.

“You’re so adorable when you’re winning awards.”

. ~ . ~ .

They were alone in the limo on the way back to their condo. All their friends had been invited over for a little Emmy celebration party, and they were currently waiting for them to come home after a little viewing party that Kurt let Mercedes host in their home. Blaine felt like Kurt deserved a little “congratulations” before they arrived.

“Good thing the windows are tinted,” Blaine said as he settled on his knees in front of Kurt.

“What about the driver?” Kurt asked, a little breathless from the kisses they’d just shared as soon as they were in the limo together.

“I’ll give him a big tip,” Blaine said as he nuzzled Kurt’s crotch, trying to rouse some interest from Kurt’s clothed cock.

“You’re crazy,” Kurt breathed, letting out a little sigh as Blaine unzipped his pants and reached in, pulling out Kurt’s cock and stroking him until he began to harder.

“I’m horny. And you love it,” Blaine said, leaning in and licking the tip of Kurt, before sucking him into his mouth, feeling him swell instantly to full erection as Blaine sucked hard.

“Ugh, oh god,” Kurt tossed back his head and gripped Blaine’s shoulders.

Blaine hummed around him, loving the taste of Kurt in his mouth. He bobbed his head, his cheeks hollowing each time he pulled back, his tongue pressing hard to the underside as he moved back down. Kurt bit his lip to try to stay quiet as Blaine sped up, but feeling Blaine’s mouth around him always turned Kurt on beyond anything. It was always so intimate and Blaine was just so good at it that Kurt never lasted long.

“Ugh, Blaine,” Kurt let out a little whine as one hand circled around the back of Blaine’s neck, just resting there as he fought the urge not to grab Blaine’s gelled hair and thrust into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth and feel his throat clench around the head of his cock.

Blaine’s hand slipped down into Kurt’s underwear and cupped his balls in his hand, rolling them gently before moving further down. Kurt lifted his hips up just a bit as Blaine’s fingers brushed his tight entrance. Kurt let out a low moan, causing Blaine to let out a moan that sent vibrations along the length of Kurt’s erection. Pleasure burst from Kurt’s cock to the tips of his fingers and toes and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Bl-‘m close,” Kurt groaned.

Smirking around, Blaine sucked harder, bobbing his head faster and taking him in all the way until his throat was around the tip. He sucked until his cheeks hollowed and Kurt came with a cry down Blaine’s throat. His hand slapped over his mouth as he stared straight ahead with wide eyes. Blaine pulled back, chuckling as he saw Kurt’s expression. He tucked Kurt back into his pants and settled back beside Kurt.

“What about you?” Kurt asked, panting slightly as he lowered his hand.

“Don’t worry about it. You can return the favor later.” Blaine winked and kissed Kurt’s cheek with a smile. “Congratulations on your Emmy.”

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Five: Queen Chris Approximately, Part Four
Scene 8

(INT. Wrap party for Chris’s movie. He’s leaning against the bar holding a drink, Ashley is beside him)

ASHLEY
Shame Darren couldn’t make it.

CHRIS
Yeah. He got his fair share of me this afternoon though.

ASHLEY
You went home to have sex?

CHRIS
(shrugs) You say that like you think I wouldn’t.

ASHLEY
That man better cherish what he’s got.

CHRIS
Don’t worry he does.

(They laugh and each sip their drinks until suddenly the room is filled with police officers)

MULTIPLE OFFICERS
(shouting) Nobody move!

(scene flashes to INT. kitchen. Darren is cooking dinner for himself and he glances over to the small TV mounted on the wall. The news is on.)

NEWSCAST
The police have two suspects for the murder of Charles Davis. We’re here on the set of one of many independent films watching live as the police enter the building where one of the suspects is said to be attending a party.

(Darren yawns and steps away from the stove to grab the remote and change the channel. Music begins to play and he smiles, turning back to his cooking. Before he can, someone pounds on the door loudly. He looked out the window and he sees police cars in front of the house. Obviously confused, he wipes his hands on a towel and goes to the front door, opening it slowly.)

OFFICER ONE
Are you Darren Criss?

DARREN
That’s me. What can I do for you gentlemen?

OFFICER ONE
(holds up his badge) We’re from the Los Angeles Police Department. You’re under arrest for the murder of Charles Davis.

(Focus on Darren’s confused and frightened expression, then flash to INT. the party. The building is filled with police.)

OFFICER TWO
We’re looking for Chris Colfer.

(everyone seems to look directly at Chris, who glances at Ashley, then at an approaching officer.)

OFFICER TWO
Are you Chris Colfer?

(Trembling, Chris nods stiffly, suddenly very afraid of what’s about to happen.)

OFFICER TWO
You’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit the murder of Charlie Davis.

CHRIS
What? No! I didn’t…

OFFICER TWO
(reaches for Chris’s wrists) You have the right to remain silent…

ASHLEY
Chris, just go. I’ll call Darren. I’ll call a lawyer. We’ll get you out of this. Just cooperate with them.

OFFICER TWO
…anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

CHRIS
But I didn’t…I never…no!

(Once Chris is in handcuffs, he is pushed through the people, crying as they push him into a police car. Scene flashes to EXT. Darren being forced into the backseat of a car, staring straight ahead, looking more scared than anything. Camera focuses on him as he slowly turns his head to look out the window, a vacant expression on his face.)