“What?” Kurt snapped irritably, trying to button his shirt and hold the door open with his hip, making his jeans slip a little further down. “Please wipe the drool from your chin, dork.”

Blaine shook his head and smiled up at Kurt, holding up one hand which held one of those coffee cups from the prop department from Chris and Darren’s favorite coffee shop. Blaine was always stealing them because he liked them so much.

“Grande nonfat mocha,” Blaine said, grinning. Kurt smirked and used one hand to hike his jeans up and the other to take the coffee.

“You know my coffee order?” Kurt stepped away from the door, inviting Blaine in.

“Of course I do,” Blaine replied. He sat down on the couch inside the trailer, pushing away several issues of Vogue, a pile of scarves, a stack of Madonna cd’s, and the latest script in order to make a seat for himself.

“How flattering,” Kurt smirked. He stood, facing Blaine, and purposely mismatched the buttons on his shirt, as the script called for.

“Oh my God, Kurt, please zip up your jeans.” Blaine practically groaned into his hand he has consciously made the effort to look away from Kurt.

“Why? Don’t you like the view, baby?” Kurt asked teasingly, giggling softly when he moved towards Blaine, swaying his hips as he did so.

“The problem is that I like it too much,” replied Blaine, who couldn’t help reached out and settling his hands on Kurt’s hips, pulling him closer until Kurt stood with his legs on either side of Blaine’s, not quite straddling him as he was still standing. He looked up at Kurt, staring into his beautiful blue eyes, and moved his hands carefully along the waistband of the jeans.

“B-Blaine…what are you…?” Kurt’s cheeks were quickly turning red as Blaine glanced down, carefully reaching for Kurt’s zipper. He knew this was dangerous. Kurt was still na�ve and nervous and delicate about these things, so he tried extra hard not to press any unnecessary pressure as he zipped up the zipper and quickly did up the button.

“I can only hope the next time we’re in this position, you’ll be letting me undo them instead,” Blaine whispered. He slowly moved his hands to rest on Kurt’s hips again as Kurt lowered himself so he was sitting on Blaine’s legs, his thighs quivering with the effort not to put all his weight on Blaine.

“Who knows?” Kurt raised an eyebrow as he spoke breathlessly. His hands rested on Blaine’s shoulders, gripping tightly. “I mean, I’ve never let anyone else get this close to me.”

“I’m honored,” Blaine whispered, giving Kurt’s hips a slight squeeze and tilting his head back, looking up at Kurt. As if sensing what Blaine wanted, Kurt slowly moved one hand around the back of Blaine’s neck, toying with the soft curls he found there. Hesitantly, Kurt leaned down and pressed his lips to Blaine’s, already parted slightly and his tongue darting out to touch Blaine’s almost before they were even connected. Blaine let Kurt explore his mouth, lying back and rubbing small circles on Kurt’s hips with his thumbs. He wanted Kurt to feel in charge, to dictate what they did, how far they went, and how fast they went there.

Kurt’s tongue explored for a while, slowly brushing against every part of the inside of Blaine’s mouth that it could reach, sometimes running over the same spot more than once when Blaine moaned softly. A few minutes passed before Kurt finally pulled away, their lips coming apart with a soft pop. They stared into each other’s eyes, just breathing heavily and knowing they couldn’t continue.

“I’m just gonna call you my first real boyfriend,” Kurt said, giving Blaine one more small kiss before pulling back and sliding off his lap.

“So we’re boyfriends now?” Blaine asked, watching as Kurt opened up his favorite messenger bag, stuffing in his iPad and script in it.

“Only here,” Kurt said. “Only when it’s just you and I.”

Blaine smiled, because quite frankly, that was better than he thought he was going to get.

. ~ . ~ .

As the two of them walked towards the studio, they walked closer than usual, holding their cups of coffee in one hand while their other hands swung at their sides, occasionally brushing up against each other. After their kiss, Blaine had given Kurt a few minutes alone to cool off, understanding that twenty-three years’ worth of suppressed sexual desires was a lot to unleash and they were going to have to take this relationship slowly and very, very carefully.

Now they strode happily to the studio, hoping they weren’t acting all cute and couple-y like Quinn and Wes liked to tease them about being. Kurt opened the door and let Blaine go first, and when he stepped inside, he almost ran right into the shorter man, who had stopped right inside.

“What the…Blaine?” Kurt stumbled and moved to the side before lifting his head up to see what Blaine was staring at.

Patrick stood there, one hand on his hip and the other holding up one of those tabloid magazines everyone hated. He did not look very happy.

“You two. My office. Now.”

. ~ . ~ .

“You stupid fuckers!” Patrick screeched as soon as the door slammed shut. “You stupid, stupid mother fuckers! You must hate me. I can’t believe you would do this to the show! I knew it. I knew when sent the paperwork out that it should’ve been straight men. Open minded straight men. This is my own stupid mother fucking fault!”

Patrick paced the office, clutching the tabloid in his hands. Kurt and Blaine stood by Patrick’s desk, five feet of space between them as they listened to their boss rant.

“Can I ask what the hell we did?” Kurt asked, raising his trademark eyebrow as he put on hand on his hip. Patrick practically snarled as he turned around and hurled the tabloid at Kurt, who ducked. The magazine slid across the desk behind him and Blaine hurried around to grab it.

He smoothed out the paper and looked at it curiously. Almost as soon as he saw what was on the front page, he wanted to die.

Blaine Anderson wanted nothing more than to crawl in a fucking hole and die.

“What is it?” Kurt asked, concerned when he saw the look on Blaine’s face. Blaine thrust the paper at Kurt and turned away. Kurt’s eyes widened as he scanned the headline.

“ROMANCE BLOOMS BETWEEN GAY ACTORS FROM NEW HBO SERIES”

Under the headline was a picture of Kurt and Blaine sitting in the front seat of Kurt’s car as Kurt leaned over the center console to kiss Blaine. He felt nausea hit him as he threw the paper on the floor. He couldn’t even read more.

“You stupid assholes. You don’t care about anything, do you? I get it. You guys are full of tension because you touch shoulders and you kissed a little on set. You cannot throw everything away, ruin everything for everyone just for one lousy fuck!” Patrick shouted.

“We’ve never…” Kurt began to say.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart, I know all about your virginity. But Jesus Christ if I’d known it would’ve been that much of problem I would’ve popped your man cherry myself!” Patrick turned around and pointed a finger right at Kurt, whose eyes were wide and beginning to brim with tears.

“You can’t talk to him like that.” Blaine stepped forward, closer to Kurt. “That’s harassment.”

Patrick stared Blaine down for a moment, his eyes lit up with anger. Behind them, Kurt hung his head, trying not to cry as he filled with shame. At last, Patrick cracked and withered beneath Blaine’s harsh glare.

“Just…just be more careful,” Patrick warned. He glanced over at Kurt, who suddenly looked so small. Both he and Blaine felt a stab in their hearts.

“Kurt…” Blaine stepped closer, but Kurt just held up a hand that made him freeze.

“Look, Hummel, baby, I didn’t mean that. You’re my little star and I love you.” Patrick’s voice was considerably softer as Kurt wiped his eyes. “We can play this off as just…just something for the show. We’ll cover it up. Just promise me you guys won’t do this to me again. Not over something that probably won’t even last.”

Both Blaine and Kurt nodded.

“Get yourselves cleaned up and in makeup in five,” Patrick said. He left the room, slamming the office door behind him.

As soon as he was gone, Kurt’s shoulders quivered as he let out a tiny, choked sob.

“Kurt, I am so sorry. All of this was my fault,” Blaine said. Kurt stepped forward, reaching out for Blaine. He grasped Blaine’s shirt in his fists and held Blaine closer. He pressed his face into Blaine’s neck, his eyes damp with tears as he cried softly.

“I’m so ashamed. That was private and people saw and I’m a stupid virgin and it’s going to ruin everything for everyone!” Kurt cried. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him as tight as he could.

“It has nothing to do with you being a virgin, Kurt.”

“It has everything to do with that! Just…just take me back to the trailer and do it already. Just fuck me and get it over with so I can stop being such a freak that everyone around here makes fun of.” Kurt pressed closer to him, trapping his fists between their chests. Blaine rocked him slightly, stroking his back lightly in softly, comforting motions.

Suddenly, Kurt pushed him away and buried his face in his hands as he turned around.

“Oh God! I can’t even…you can’t even touch me with my stupid body doing this to me!” Kurt sobbed.

Blaine just stood there, not knowing what to do. He loved Kurt. He loved his job. He loved the fans. He loved the attention. But he loved Kurt more than any of those things combined, and it made his heart ache that Kurt struggled with this.

“Please, Kurt, just don’t cry. We’ll be more careful in public, and in private we can work through this,” Blaine said.

It took another minute before Kurt would turn around, but when he did, his eyes were dry and he managed to radiate false confidence. Blaine couldn’t help but love him that much more.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Six: Watching Airplanes
Scene 1

(EXT. Dream sequence. Darren and Chris are in an empty parking lot, lying on the hood of an old Ford truck, staring up at the sky)

DARREN
Chris?

CHRIS
Yeah?

DARREN
I love you.

(Chris just smiles, his eyes sparkling at Darren as a loud noise begins to take over everything. Both of them turn to look straight up right as the belly of a 747 passes right over them, taking off and disappearing into the sky)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Six: Watching Airplanes
Scene 2

(INT. Chris walks into the apartment, his hair messed up, wearing one of Eddie’s shirts with the buttons not lined up. He tosses his keys on the table inside the doorway and looks up to see Darren sitting in a chair, facing the door. He looks like he’s been up all night.)

CHRIS
What? Why are you staring at me?

DARREN
I’m sorry. I…I need to talk to you.

CHRIS
There’s nothing to talk about.

DARREN
Yes there is! Chris, I want to be with you.

CHRIS
It’s too late, Dare. You had your chance and you blew it.

DARREN
What do you mean ‘it’s too late’?

CHRIS
You’re just too late, ok? You’re not my king or my prince charming and I don’t want to be with you.

DARREN
Why not? Chris…you said before that I had hope!

CHRIS
Yeah, if you wanted to do the right thing. If you wanted to pursue me. But you got drunk and you tried to have sex with the woman you were supposed to break up with to be with me.

DARREN
I didn’t have sex with her. Please, Chris, I’m just so confused.

CHRIS
I don’t do confused! Now, I’m sorry, Darren but you’ll have to get over it because I’m done. It’s too late.

DARREN
But why is it too late?

CHRIS
Because I’m back with Eddie!

(Darren is completely, utterly shocked. He doesn’t even know what to say)

CHRIS
Is that what you want to hear? I went to him last night and we fucked and he told me how sorry he was and I’m back with him.

(Chris takes Darren’s silence as the opportunity to go down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door shut in his wake. Darren is frozen in his chair, completely heartbroken)

. ~ . ~ .

If there was one thing that Kurt wanted to do again, without a doubt he would want to sing again. He would give up everything to sing again. He would give up his role on Bring on Tomorrow. He would give up the money. He would give up fame. He would give up Blaine.

Fortunately, for him, he realized one day that maybe he wouldn’t have to give up any of those things. Maybe he could have all of those things and have the one thing that truly made him happy more than anything in the world.

He was in the shower. Nothing unusual about the shower. He took one every morning. He hooked his iPod shuffle up to speakers and he played his morning playlist as he stepped under warm – but not too warm or it would make his skin flush pink for hours – water to shampoo his hair. Inevitably, his hands would wander southwards and he’d end up jerking himself off whilst thinking of all the devilish things Blaine promised he would someday show him how to do.

After that, he’d usually condition his hair, scrub his body with black raspberry vanilla body wash vigorously before stepping out to being his moisturizing.

Although that particular morning, somewhere between his morning masturbation and his hair conditioning, he’d begun to hum along to Can’t Take My Eyes Off You – Blaine had gotten ahold of his iPod and added his own favorites to the list – and before he knew it, he’d opened his mouth and…well…sound came out.

It was rough and raw. But it was his voice. Singing. He, Kurt Hummel, was singing.

Shaking with excitement and happiness, he stumbled out of the shower and barely managed to switch it off as he slipped and caught himself on the bathroom counter. He grabbed his white plush robe and wrapped it around his dripping frame as he stumbled out of his bathroom. Running down the hall, he wrenched open the front door and bounded across the hall, pounding on the door to Mercedes’s apartment.

“Mercedes, open the door right now!” Kurt shouted, pounding on the door until he heard the locks and then the door opening to reveal a very sleepy looking Mercedes.

“Kurt. It’s six in the morning and I was up until two doing a show,” she grumbled.

“Mercedes, listen. Just listen.” Kurt closed his eyes and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth and sang the first thing that came to mind, surprised when not only his voice came out sounding good, but he was also able to access his previously lost higher register. “Something had changed within me, something is not the same, I’m through with playing by the rules of someone else’s game…”

If Kurt had wanted to sing more, he couldn’t, because Mercedes had pounced on him, hugging him tightly as she squealed with joy. He laughed as she jumped up and down, squeezing him hard. After a moment of celebration, she stepped back and looked at him with a serious eyebrow raised.

“Are you going to tell Blaine?” she asked.

“He’s kind of my boyfriend, Mercedes. It would be rude not to tell him,” Kurt said.

“But what about everything? You’re not…you’re not leaving to go back to Broadway are you? You said you would do that if you ever got your voice back.” She sounded worried now.

Kurt considered her a moment before shaking his head.

“No. No, Mercedes. I would never. I promise.” He drew her into a hug, wondering how on earth he’d managed to make such amazing friends in such a short time.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Six: Watching Airplanes
Scene 5

(INT. In the kitchen Darren is chopping carrots when he hears a noise in the living room. He goes to investigate and he sees Chris with a suitcase open on the coffee table, putting pictures, books, and other things into the suitcase)

DARREN
What are you doing?

CHRIS
I’m leaving.

DARREN
What?

CHRIS
Eddie got me a job. He got me a part in this movie. He’s in it too. We’re going together. It’s a lead. It’ll make my career. We’re leaving the morning. Taking a plane to Atlanta, then from there we’re off to London.

DARREN
(trying not to get too emotional) London? Like…England?

CHRIS
Yes. London, England. That’s where they’re shooting the movie. I’m going to sign a three year movie deal and Eddie and I will live there. He’s already got a place picked out.

(It’s then that Darren realizes that Chris is crying as he speaks)

DARREN
You don’t want to go.

CHRIS
This is my career, Dare. I have to go. I’m going to go with Eddie and be famous and then, in three years, when we’re millionaires, we’ll probably end up getting married and we’ll be one of those Hollywood power couples.

DARREN
Why are you doing this? I mean, a movie deal is one thing, but moving away to England? Leaving your family? Talking about getting married to the douchebag who cheated on you?

CHRIS
Don’t talk about him like that. I love him.

(Darren wants to say something to get Chris to stay, but Chris zips the suitcase closed and ends the discussion)

. ~ . ~ .

“Your voice is beautiful, Kurt,” Blaine whispered as he pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive spot under Kurt’s ear. They’d been lying on Kurt’s bed for the last hour, just facing each other and kissing lightly. Music played softly in the background and every now and then Kurt would sing along, just to hear his own voice.

“I bet, once it gets stronger, we could sing a duet,” Kurt whispered breathily, panting softly as Blaine trailed soft kisses across Kurt’s neck, suckling on his skin just enough to get it wet and pink, but not enough to leave any lasting marks.

“Yes. Let’s duet.” Blaine moved his hand from Kurt’s skinny jean clad hip to the little patch of skin between his jeans and his shirt. Kurt shivered at the touch, sucking in a sharp breath. Blaine’s hands were so warm on his skin and his entire body tingled with pleasure he’d denied himself for so many years.

“You’re beautiful,” Blaine whispered as he slid his hand under Kurt’s shirt, running his slightly calloused palm over the light muscles of Kurt’s stomach, feeling them quiver and burn under his touch. Kurt gasped, tipping his head back and pressing into Blaine’s touch. The slender, pale column of his throat was exposed and Blaine took the opportunity to press more soft, lingering kisses to the perfect skin there.

“God, Blaine, that’s so…” Kurt gasped and gripped Blaine’s upper arm, squeezing his eyes shut as Blaine slid his hand further up, brushing lightly over Kurt’s nipple. “Holy shit, Blaine.”

Blaine chuckled against Kurt’s skin and repeated the action again, drawing a low moan from Kurt. Before Blaine could do it again, Kurt stopped Blaine’s hand, pulling it out from under his shirt. In a split second move, Kurt had his hands around both Blaine’s wrists as he flipped them over, pressing Blaine’s hands into the maroon duvet beneath them. He straddled Blaine’s hips, leaning over him.

“You’re driving me crazy,” Kurt whispered roughly. He dove down and captured Blaine’s mouth in a rough kiss with a power he didn’t know he possessed. He pressed Blaine’s hands down even more as Blaine fought to taste Kurt’s mouth. Kurt pulled away, nipping lightly at Blaine’s jaw. Blaine gasped and his hips bucked up, catching Kurt off guard.

“Fuck!” Kurt cried out, throwing back his head and arching his back. He ground down into Blaine’s lap, suddenly overcome with a pleasure he’d never suspected he could feel.

“Oh my God, Kurt, don’t stop,” Blaine said roughly. Kurt moved so that he was on his knees between Blaine’s legs, lying down over him until their clothed erections pressed together. Kurt groaned as he captured Blaine’s mouth, muffling his noises as he fumbled with a few stray movements before picking up a steady rhythm of rutting his hips against Blaine’s.

Kurt tried to keep kissing Blaine. He really did. But his mind was so far gone that all he could do was put his open mouth on Blaine’s and moan into it, feeling the hot press of Blaine under him as he moved his hips faster, creating a delicious friction even through his jeans that were much too tight.

Blaine’s hands slid down and grasped roughly at Kurt’s ass, pressing his hips down harder, creating more friction until suddenly it was too much and Kurt came much too soon with a short, clipped cry of Blaine’s name before burying his face into Blaine’s shoulder.

Lying on top of Blaine limply, Kurt’s whole body tingled in pleasure. He couldn’t even think and he just stayed there, vaguely aware of Blaine still hard beneath him, attempting to buck his hips upward to help himself, but getting nowhere. Kurt rolled off and let his eyes drift closed, not even caring about the sticky mess in his pants. It was all he could do to stay away long enough for Blaine to finish himself and curl up beside Kurt, pulling him into his arms tightly.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Six: Watching Airplanes
Scene 8

(EXT. The airport. Chris and Eddie get out of a cab and take their luggage inside, getting ready for their flight. As soon as the doors close behind them, another cab pulls up to the curb and Darren climbs out. He rushes inside and scans rows and rows of people. When he finally spots Chris, he’s heading into the security line with just his carryon bag. Darren runs after Chris, calling his name, and at last he catches up to the security line, which he cannot enter. Chris is already through the line to the other side.)

DARREN
Chris! Christopher Paul Colfer! Please don’t do this! Please don’t go!

(Chris hears him. He looks back and as soon as he sees Darren, he turns back around and gathers his things. Darren watches as he slips his hand into Eddie’s and walks away, getting lost in the crowd)

DARREN
(to himself) I have to get on that plane.