She rolled her eyes, mouthed “idiot” at him, then stepped up and knocked on the door. “Kurt, honey, it’s Quinn. Wanna let me in so we can talk?”

There was a pause before Kurt gave a muffled response, “Is Blaine gone?”

Quinn rolled her eyes again. “Yes, honey. Blaine’s gone.”

There were the sounds of shuffling around before the door unlocked and opened slowly. Kurt stuck his head out to reveal disheveled hair, puffy eyes, and splotchy cheeks. He’d been crying.

As soon as he spotted Blaine standing beside Quinn, he squeaked and tried to shut the trailer door, but Blaine grabbed it before he could. Blaine pulled the door open and looked up at Kurt, trying to ignore the pang of unidentifiable emotional that pushed at his chest upon seeing Kurt looking so torn up over one little – ok so it wasn’t so little, but still – kiss.

Kurt rubbed at his eyes with the palm of his hand and let go of the door. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I know,” Blaine said. “Just please let me in. We need to discuss this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Kurt said.

“Just talk to him, please!” Quinn snapped, still behind Blaine. “You’ve been crying in there for two hours and you’re holding up production.”

Kurt set his jaw and straightened up, not looking very happy. He didn’t look at Blaine’s face – it was too damn good looking and Kurt might forget to be mad if he did – as he headed back into the trailer, the door open as an invitation for Blaine to follow.

Blaine stepped up inside and shut the door behind him, bathing them in darkness. All the curtains were closed and the lights were off. Kurt sat on the couch, his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees.

“Want to tell me why you’re so upset?” Blaine asked softly, sitting at the far end of the couch and watching Kurt.

“Not really,” Kurt said. He sighed and buried his face in his knees. His body quivered for a moment before he looked back up. “So you probably already guessed but I’ve never…I’ve never been in a serious relationship before.”

“That’s alright, Kurt,” Blaine said. He shifted a little closer and tried to sound comforting.

“No it’s not, Blaine! I’m twenty-three years old and that was the first time I’d kissed someone with tongue. I’m such a fucking virgin I can’t even kiss a guy professionally without popping a fucking boner!” Kurt groaned in embarrassment as soon as the words left his mouth.

Blaine’s cheeks grew a little warm at the thought and he looked away.

“How the hell am I supposed to do twenty takes of that kiss with you when you do shit like this to me?” Kurt was crying again into his knees, the fabric of his jeans damp and sticking to his skin uncomfortably.

“Kurt…I…I felt it too, you know,” Blaine said. He sighed and chanced another look over at Kurt.

“We can’t do this, Blaine. We’re coworkers. Professional actors. On the same show. We’ll see each other every day, and when worst comes to worst we’ll still have to see each other and it will affect our acting!” Kurt said, talking as fast as he could to try and generate some reason why he felt like the kiss had been a mistake when in fact it had felt like the most right thing in the world.

“But I want to try. I mean, I thought we could be just friends. I can still try it if you insist, but Kurt…you want me and I want you. Doesn’t that sound like a good enough reason to try?” Blaine asked.

“We have to take it slow,” Kurt said. He wiped his eyes and sat up straight. “And you have to do it right. I’m Kurt Hummel and you have to woo me.”

Blaine smirked, but it quickly turned into a sweet smile.

“Alright. I shall commence wooing as soon as we finish shooting this scene,” Blaine said. Kurt returned the smile.

“You mean I have to kiss you again? Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of the wooing?”

“I promise I’ll keep my tongue to myself this time.” They shared another smile before Kurt wiped his eyes once more and decided he was ready to go back out.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Five: Saturday Night’s NOT Alright
Scene 2

(INT. Living room. Darren is on the floor strumming his guitar with blank sheet music and a coffee mug full of pencils in front of him. A door slams and Chris can be heard moving around the apartment.)

DARREN
Hey, Chris, do you think could turn off the bathroom light for me?

(No response from Chris)

DARREN
It’s been a week. You can’t ignore me forever.

CHRIS
Yes I can.

(Chris is moving around in the kitchen, slamming cupboard doors and dishes)

DARREN
Do you mind? I’m trying to write a song.

CHRIS
Oh, I’m sorry. Was I disturbing you? Well maybe you should’ve thought about that before you decided to have a sexual identity crisis all over my face.

DARREN
I said I was sorry like ten thousand fucking times.

CHRIS
That’s it. You’re sorry. You didn’t mean it. They why’d you fucking do it, Dare?

(Darren doesn’t respond quickly enough)

CHRIS
I swore on my sister that I wouldn’t fall in love with a straight guy. For ten fucking minutes I had hope that maybe I hadn’t. Then you go and push me away and tell me it was all a big fucking mistake.

DARREN
Chris I’m—

CHRIS
(enraged) Don’t you even say you’re sorry!

DARREN
(sets guitar aside and stands, going into the kitchen with Chris) I need time, Chris. To figure this out.

CHRIS
Figure what out?

DARREN
What I feel. Because that kiss felt damn good and maybe I’m bi. Or gay. I don’t know. Just please don’t make me feel like it was wrong.

CHRIS
Don’t say that.

DARREN
Why not?

CHRIS
Because you’re straight.

DARREN
But what if I’m not?

CHRIS
You’re twenty-five! You would’ve already known by now.

DARREN
Fine. I’m not gay, I’m Colfer crazy. You make me feel like I should feel with girls. It’s not important what label a person identifies with, it’s who they fall in love with!

CHRIS
Well aren’t you just a bag of pre-shredded cheese.

DARREN
Chris. What would you say if I told you I might…you know…really have feelings for you.

CHRIS
I would be flattered. But then I would tell you that you really aren’t my type. I really don’t like short boys with triangle eyebrows who are going through such an obvious dry spell that they feel the need to get into the pants of their gay roommate.

DARREN
(winces) Ouch. I guess I deserved that.

CHRIS
Ok so that was mean. Look, Darren, you’re gorgeous. I may or may not have feelings for you. Just…figure things out, ok? Make sure I’m what you want, and then come back and court me like the gentleman I know is buried deep in that curly head of yours.

(Darren just smiles)

. ~ . ~ .

While their characters were fighting, Kurt and Blaine were being flirty, fun, and getting increasingly strange looks from the cast. They quickly went from rolling in separate crowds to separating themselves from the crowds. They were careful not to be seen in public together, but on the set they were attached at the hip.

Blaine did everything he could think of to get Kurt to go to dinner with him. He set Kurt flowers and chocolates, he personally presented Kurt with flowers and chocolates, he wrote Kurt a song and sang it to him, he bought him gifts, he opened doors for him, he bought him lunch, and did everything else his mind could come up with.

Nothing worked.

Kurt, as difficult as it was for him to sit next to Blaine without being turned on in some way, had remained a rock. He’d turned Blaine’s dinner invitations down nine times.

Each time he’d done it with a sweet smile. He’d patted Blaine’s knee and gave him a look that said “nice try, sweetie, but it’s gonna take better than that”.

Blaine was at a loss. He had no idea what it would take to get Kurt Hummel to go on a real date with him. Which would explain why he was sitting there, at a bar, nursing a beer, talking to Wes about all his problems.

“Nine times?” Wes asked in disbelief. Blaine nodded miserably. The more Kurt rejected him, the more Blaine realized that he was absolutely in love with him.

“All I want is a dinner date. But he’s never been in a real relationship and he’s a little fragile when it comes to these things so he’s guarding himself.” Blaine took a long swig of beer, the liquid sliding down his throat as his Adams apple bobbed with each swallow.

“Maybe he really just doesn’t like you,” Wes shrugged.

“But he does. He told me. He wants me. And I want him. I need to get laid and I can’t even think about anyone but him,” Blaine said. “I want to know more about him, but he won’t talk about his past much. I know he grew up in Ohio and he came here from New York. There isn’t much else I can go on to help my attempts at wooing.”

“You do know what happened to him last year, right?” Wes raised an eyebrow and turned slightly, surprised by Blaine’s confused look. “He was big on Broadway for a couple years, but then one night he started coughing up blood on stage. They rushed him to the hospital and found a tumor in his throat. They operated and he hadn’t sung a note since. It was devastating to his career. That’s why he’s here, washed up and doing this show, trying to regain a shred of his career.”

Blaine really did not know what to say, except that hey, maybe that’s why Kurt didn’t want to go to Blaine’s favorite restaurant with the singing waiters and the random outbursts of karaoke.

“It’s a real tragedy. My cousin Jack saw him live and I heard he was amazing,” Wes said.

“Well at least I know what the problem is. I can ask him out properly now.” Blaine stood up and tossed a few dollars out on the bar, then left. He was headed to Kurt’s.

. ~ . ~ .

Pounding on Kurt’s door was not going to make Kurt come any faster to answer it. He had been lying on his bed, his pajama pants around his knees, thoroughly enjoying one of those movies that starred a man that looked oddly like Blaine but perhaps a little taller and with thinner eyebrows. Upon hearing Blaine’s insistent calling of his name and the fist that pounded on the front door of his apartment, Kurt did the best he could to make it look like he hadn’t just been jerking off.

When he reached the door, he stuck his head out but kept the rest of his body behind the door. In his haste to get to the door, he’d also forgotten to put a shirt on.

“Kurt, I’m so glad you’re home. I mean, I know you’re home ‘cause your car was outside, but I really wanted to talk to you so I’m glad you answered the door,” Blaine said, taking as fast as he could. “I heard about what happened to you and the singing and I’m really sorry I was so insensitive about it but I really want to go out with you so will you go out with me? To dinner. At someplace nice and classy and quiet, where we can sit in a secluded corner and eat tiny portions by candle light and try not to get food on the expensive suits we’re required to wear just to get in the door?”

He finally stopped speaking and took in Kurt’s amused look. His eyes drifted down to Kurt’s bare shoulder, pale and soft looking, and he felt warmth creeping up in his cheeks. He tore his eyes away from the beautiful pale skin and looked up at Kurt’s face, hopeful.

Kurt let out a long sigh and smiled slightly at Blaine.

“Fine,” Kurt said. “Tomorrow night at eight. Let me know where and I’ll meet you there.”

Then Kurt closed the door and that was that.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Five: Saturday Night’s NOT Alright
Scene 6

(INT. Darren walks through the front door, his arm is around Serena's waist. They are both a little drunk as Darren leads them down the hall to his room)

SERENA
So this is where you've been living?

DARREN
Yeah. It's a decent place.

SERENA
If by decent you mean tiny.

DARREN
Just go to my room, ok? I'll be right there.

(goes into the bathroom, closes the door, and pauses. He knows Chris is in his own room, working on his latest script project, so he has faith he won't be disturbed. He splashes water on his face and looks at himself in the mirror. He ignores the nagging feeling inside of him that wishes it were Chris waiting for him instead. Finally, he goes back to his room.)

SERENA
I’ve missed being with you, baby.

DARREN
Yeah. Yeah. Me too.

SERENA
Now come here so I can remind you what it’s like to be with a woman.

(Darren climbs onto the bed, straddles her, and they kiss. Things start to get heated and their clothes begin to come off. Right as Darren begins to unbutton his jeans, the door opens and Chris is standing in the doorway)

CHRIS
Hey Darren, can I borrow your…Oh…Sorry. Didn’t know you had company. (backs out of the room)

DARREN
(tries to get up to follow him) Chris, wait! Chris!

SERENA
What the hell are you doing? (Pulls Darren back down)

DARREN
(pushes her away) Let me go! (stumbles off the bed and heads down the hallway to Chris’s room) Chris, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to see us.

CHRIS
(obviously crying) I thought you were going to work this out! I thought you were going to decide I was what you wanted. I thought you had feelings for me!

DARREN
That’s what I was trying to do! I figured if I got this out of my system and I still wanted you then we could talk about it!

CHRIS
If it takes sex with a girl to see if you like me, then you obviously don’t have feelings for me.

DARREN
But you said…

CHRIS
Either you like dick or you don’t, Darren. And guess what, you have to like it to like me because as hard as it is for you to see, I am a guy!

DARREN
I know. I know you’re a guy, Chris. I just…

CHRIS
You suck! And not in the good way!

(Chris leaves his laptop open and forgets that he’s wearing pajamas as he grabs his jacket and runs out of the apartment, leaving Darren standing there looking after him.)

SERENA
Dare? (comes out of his room fixing her shirt) You ok?

DARREN
No.

SERENA
You’re gay, aren’t you?

DARREN
No! I mean…not really. Just…

SERENA
Just for him?

(Serena shakes her head and heads toward the door in Chris’s path. In a matter of minutes Darren is completely alone)

. ~ . ~ .

Blaine was nervous as he waited outside L’Amore Bello, the fancy Italian restaurant he’d chosen to take Kurt too for their first day. His whole body shook with anticipation, his heart pounding wildly at the thought of staring across the table into Kurt’s beautiful eyes without fear of being interrupted.

He glanced around the parking lot, smiling to himself as Kurt’s blue sedan pulled up next to the sidewalk. He got out, dressed in a silver tux, his hair coifed perfectly as he strode toward Blaine.

“You look amazing,” Blaine said.

“As do you, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt smiled, showing his teeth and all as Blaine held out his arm for Kurt to take.

“Hey, aren’t you Kurt Hummel?” A female voice asked behind him. Kurt made the mistake of turning to look at the girl, and within seconds the both of them were surrounded. They lost each other in the swarm as hands grabbed and groped at them, thrust papers at their faces, and asked a million questions all at once.

“Will you sign this for my sister?”

“Are you two dating?”

“Will Chris forgive Darren?”

“Are you guys getting married?”

“I thought Blaine was with Wes!”

“Is it true you can’t sing?”

“Do you miss Broadway?”

“Is Blaine a good kisser?”

“Is Kurt a good kisser?”

“Will you go out with me?”

“Sign my baby!”

Panicking, their romantic evening forgotten, they climbed into Kurt’s car – it was significantly closer – and Kurt attempted to get away as fast as he could, more than a little unnerved as they pounded on the windows of his car. He drove for a long while, silence hanging thick and awkward between them. Finally, he pulled into a small parking lot to a closed down espresso stand.

“Kurt that was…”

“Unexpected,” Kurt filled in. “Look, Blaine, maybe us dating isn’t such a good idea.”

“I hate this so much,” Blaine sighed. “I finally find someone worth pursuing and we aren’t even in a position to be together.”

“Look, I really like you, Blaine. And I mean…really like you,” Kurt turned in his seat to face Blaine, his eyes talking in every masculine line and muscle he could visibly see, the little patch of stubble he had missed while shaving that morning, the little adorable curl the stuck out from beneath his helmet of hair gel. Blaine was the single most gorgeous man Kurt had ever seen and he wanted him.

“I guess…we’ll just have to wait until the opportune moment,” Blaine sighed, smiling slightly. Kurt chuckled and ducked his head down.

“Really? Pirates of the Caribbean reference?” Kurt laughed.

“Hey! It’s a good movie! And don’t deny that Johnny Depp is one fine man,” Blaine said, laughing with Kurt now. Finally they fell silent once more and looked straight ahead. “Do I have a chance?”

Kurt didn’t respond right away, which made Blaine really nervous. But then he turned slightly, looking right at Blaine.

“Yeah. I think you do.”

Then Kurt leaned forward and placed a slow, tentative kiss to Blaine’s lips. It was short and sweet and so much more magical than any kiss on camera because it was them. It was Kurt and Blaine with no barriers between them.

And there was hope.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Five: Saturday Night’s NOT Alright
Scene 7

(EXT. Chris’s car pulls up in front of a building. Upon closer inspection, it’s Eddie’s apartment building. Chris gets out of his car and runs to a door, pounding on it)

CHRIS
Open the door! Please, let me in right now!

EDDIE
(opens the door wearing a robe and smirks) I should’ve known you’d come back.

CHRIS
Shut up. I need you.

(Chris rushes forward and grabbed the front of Eddie’s robe, pulling him closer and kissing him roughly. The door slams shut and the scene ends)