His Blaine. The Blaine he was going to marry. The Blaine that Kurt was beginning to think might actually like this Sebastian guy.

The thought made Kurt’s blood boil. It made him grit his teeth and narrow his eyes and curl his fingers into fists so tight that his fingernails bit painfully into the skin of his palms. He welcomed the pain. It represented his hatred for Sebastian. Stupid, ugly, horrible Sebastian.

It had been three weeks since Sebastian had introduced himself to Kurt and Blaine. Three weeks since he’d weaseled his way into Kurt and Blaine’s life. Three weeks where Blaine had been talking nonstop about his new best friend. Even when Kurt and Blaine were having a private moment, Blaine would see or hear something that would remind him of Sebastian.

That’s what had been happening before Smirky McDouchebag showed up to ruin yet another night. Kurt and Blaine had been cuddly sweetly together on the couch, Kurt curled up in Blaine’s beautifully toned arms, when something on the television sparked Blaine’s thoughts that ended in him talking about how he heard Sebastian singing the other day and the guy actually wasn’t half bad. Then, as if he had some kind of extra sense that allowed him to show up when he was least welcome, Sebastian had knocked on the door. Blaine jumped up and ran to the door to answer it, nearly dumping Kurt on the floor in his enthusiasm.

Now here they were talking about some superhero movie, Blaine with that stupid adorable grin on his face and Sebastian with that ugly piece of shit smirk. Yeah. Kurt hated him. He wanted him out of his house. But Blaine had a friend. And Blaine deserved friends that weren’t members of the cast of the show. Or Puck.

What the fuck.

Blaine may not have noticed the way Sebastian was openly leering at his crotch, but Kurt certainly did. He bit his tongue for the moment, but he would be having a talk with Blaine very soon about this asshole.

That crotch was Kurt’s. No one else was allowed to stare at it like that.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fourteen: Hopelessly Devoted to You
Scene One

(INT. The living room. Everyone is sitting awkwardly and silently. Chris is in one chair, Ashley in another, Darren on one end of the couch, and a newcomer – Gwen – on the other. Ashley clears her throat, then all goes silent again until Darren speaks to Gwen without looking at her.)

DARREN
Why are you here?

GWEN
We made a promise, remember?

DARREN
Of course I do. I just thought…It’s been so long since we spoke. I thought the promise was kinda…I don’t know…void. Or something.

GWEN
I saw all that stuff on the news about you. And the “Free Darren” stuff. I knew I had to come back.

DARREN
You’re a little late if you wanted to help with that. I’m kind of already free now.

GWEN
I came back because I love you!

(Gwen looks at Darren pleadingly, but he still refuses to make eye contact. Chris scoffs and the camera turns to him as he stands)

CHRIS
I can’t listen to this shit anymore.

(He starts to leave.)

DARREN
Chris! Wait! Don’t go, please!

(Darren stands as well, looking at Chris, his expression completely honest and open. He loves him so much and he needs him by his side.)

DARREN
Please. Just sit. Let’s talk about this.

GWEN
I don’t understand what’s going on here…

ASHLEY
Your sweetheart has another sweetheart, sweetheart. And he happens to have a penis.

(Gwen stares at Ashley for a moment, then looks back at Darren, then to Chris, completely and utterly confused by what she’s just been told)

GWEN
That’s not possible. Darren’s not like that. I would know. I’ve had sex with him.

DARREN
Gwen, please!

CHRIS
That’s it, I’m outta here.

(Chris starts to leave again and Darren reached for his arm, grabbing him and holding on, not pulling him, just holding)

DARREN
Don’t, Chris. Just…please. Hear me out. I can explain everything.

CHRIS
Please. Feel free. I’m all ears.

DARREN
Gwen and I were together…a long time ago. In high school. I made a stupid promise to marry her in the future because I thought we were in love. And then I left for college.

GWEN
But we were in love! And I still love you!

DARREN
Gwen, shut up!

(Gwen looks shocked for a moment, then settles back down on the couch, pouting)

CHRIS
Why didn’t you tell me about this?

DARREN
I forgot about her! I haven’t heard from her in years! I didn’t think she’d remember something we said in high school.

CHRIS
(Just looks at him, then turns away with a sigh) I think I need a drink. And you need to talk.

(Chris leaves and Ashley goes with him, leaving Darren and Gwen alone. After a few moments, Darren turns to Gwen and lets out a sigh.)

DARREN
I guess…it’s kind of nice to see you.

. ~ . ~.

“What’s your favorite, favorite superhero?” Sebastian asked, leaning closer to Blaine, hovering over the cup of coffee he held between his hands. He’d finally gotten Blaine outside and away from his hovering fianc�. Jesus Christ Sebastian was tired of that guy. Sure he had a smokin’ ass and was super hot on those sex scenes on television, but he was annoying as fuck.

“This is gonna sound really lame…” Blaine was almost blushing as he stirred his coffee with a piece of biscotti. “But it’s actually a superhero I made up in high school. Nighbird. The Nocturnal Avenger.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh because Blaine looked so damn cute. Blushing about a superhero he made up and nibbling on the corner of the coffee-softened pastry. Damn. Sebastian really wanted to kiss those lips. He shook his head slightly. No. None of that. He was there for a reason.

“Nightbird? So…does Nightbird have any powers?” Sebastian asked.

Blaine laughed. What a sweet, melodious laugh.

“No. Not really. Unless you count yelling ‘cacaw bitches!’ and twirling around a cape and scaring small children on Halloween.” Blaine laughed again. Sebastian needed to think of more things to say that would make Blaine laugh like that. “Halloween senior year of high school was Nighbird’s first and last night of crime fighting. He’s long since retired.”

“Aww I’m sorry to hear that. Although I’m really just sorry I wasn’t around to see you wearing tights. I mean…there were tights, right? What kind of super hero doesn’t wear tights?” Sebastian said, his eyes wandering again, appraising Blaine’s body. So fucking sexy.

“Of course there were tights,” Blaine smiled and sipped his coffee. Then that perfect tongue darted out and licked a bit off his upper lip. Sebastian had to bite back the groan that threatened to escape. Blaine was perfection. Sex on a stick. Why had he taken this job?

You need the money more than the sex, dipshit. Pull yourself together and stop thinking with your dick.

“Of course there were tights,” Sebastian repeated, muttering slightly as he sipped his own coffee, waggling one eyebrow suggestively. Blaine laughed and Sebastian smiled.

There was that laugh again. It was going to be the death of him.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fourteen: Hopelessly Devoted to You
Scene Three

(EXT. The balcony at night. Chris is standing outside, looking up at a full moon. Darren comes up behind him and wraps his arms around him.)

DARREN
You look beautiful in the glow of the moonlight.

CHRIS
(chuckles softly) Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Criss. I’m still mad at you.

DARREN
But we were just getting better…why do we have to let her bother us?

CHRIS
Because you promised you’d marry her and now she thinks she can just swoop in and take you from me.

(Chris turns around in Darren’s arms and looks into his eyes, pouting slightly.)

DARREN
Never gonna happen.

(He leans up to kiss Chris lightly, then smiles against his lips.)

CHRIS
I’m just so sick of this…how many more demons are trying to pull you back into the closet, Dare?

DARREN
I don’t know. Hopefully none after I can find a way to gently get rid of Gwen. They’re all ex-girlfriends for a reason. I don’t want them anymore and they’re much too clingy.

CHRIS
Somehow I don’t blame them. You’re kind of sexy.

DARREN
(laughs) Oh yes. Totally. So sexy.

CHRIS
It’s true!

DARREN
Alright. I’ll take your word for it. (smiles and kisses him again) But you have to promise me something.

CHRIS
Anything.

DARREN
You’ll give me time to handle this. And support me. I promise I’ll support you for the rest of my life. I just…need you by my side right now.

CHRIS
Dare…of course. Of course I’ll be right here. I love you.

DARREN
(smiles, almost relieved) Thank you. I love you too.

. ~ . ~ .

Mercedes’ purse landed on the counter next to him and before he knew it, she was pressed up against his side, grinning at him. “Ask my why I’m so happy.”

“Why are you so happy?” Kurt asked dutifully. He’d been eyeing the wooden cupboard door concealing a bottle of vodka. It’s the last thing he needed right now, and he swore he wouldn’t touch the stuff again, but god he was thinking about it.

“I have an audition today. For a movie! I’m so excited!” Mercedes was obviously looking for encouragement. Congratulations. Happiness. Enthusiasm of any type.

Kurt had nothing to give her. He was drawing mindless patterns on the countertop with his finger while simultaneously stewing about all the nasty things he wanted to do to Douchey Douche McDouchemeister. The one who was probably somewhere right at that very moment picturing his Blaine naked. Fuck Kurt hated that guy.

“Kurt!” Mercedes raised her voice, snapping Kurt out of whatever funk he had settled into.

“What?! Oh…I’m sorry, Cedes. You got an audition for a movie. That’s amazing. Congrats.” He offered her a half-hearted smile then asked, “What movie?”

This launched her into a one sided discussion about the title and the plot of the movie, which allowed Kurt to drift further into his thoughts. Blaine was with Sebastian right now. They were talking. Bonding like friends do. They had so much in common. More than Kurt had in common with Blaine. But there was something so obviously fake about that guy and it was right in front of Kurt’s face, yet he couldn’t identify it.

He knew that Sebastian would have liked more than anything to get into Blaine’s pants, but Kurt would force Blaine to wear a metal chastity belt before he’d let that happen. But he knew Blaine had better judgment than that. Blaine wouldn’t cheat. He was so oblivious he’d dedicate himself fully to his friendship with Sebastian, only to realize the other man only wanted to have sex with him once they were lying in bed together.

Kurt shuddered. He could not, would not let that happen. He’d reveal Sebastian’s plot before he had a chance to lay a finger on Blaine. There was a plot. There had to be a plot. People just couldn’t be trusted like that. Kurt knew. He had firsthand experience.

“Kurt! Are you even listening to me?” Mercedes broke through his thoughts again and Kurt looked up and instantly put on a guilty face. Thank goodness for Emmy worthy acting skills.

“Of course I am,” Kurt said. “Continue. Please.”

Continue, she did. And Kurt began plotting ways to murder Sebastian.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Fourteen: Hopelessly Devoted to You
Scene Four

(EXT. Chris and Darren’s house, the front porch, the middle of the night. Gwen rings the doorbell, knocks, then rings the doorbell four more times.)

(INT. Footsteps down the stairs. Darren comes down wearing nothing but his boxers. He runs a hand through messed up hair before opening the door.)

DARREN
Gwen? What the hell? It’s the middle of the night.

GWEN
Please, Darren. Please. Just hear me out. I need to be with you. I’m so empty and alone without you.

DARREN
Okay Gwen you are seriously freaking me out right now. Come back when you put your sane cap on.

(He tries to close the door but she sticks a hand out and stops it.)

GWEN
Darren. Please. Just talk to me. We were so in love.

DARREN
In high school. I’m not the same man. Obviously.

GWEN
We were supposed to get married.

DARREN
Were being the key word. I don’t want to marry. The only person I want to marry is Christopher Colfer. And even then I haven’t proposed to him yet, so just leave me alone.

GWEN
Darren…

DARREN
(sighs and leans against the door) Look. We were friends once. Before we…you know. And it was pretty fun. Maybe we can try to get that friendship back. I haven’t had too many friends since I got out. No one trusts the guy accused of murder. Even if he is innocent.

(Gwen looks up, surprised and hopeful)

GWEN
Yes. Yeah. That sounds…yeah. I’d love to be friends.

DARREN
(smiles) great. Now. Please. Go home. I’m trying to sleep.

(He shuts the door. She doesn’t try to knock again. She just stares at it for a few moments, then turns and leaves.)