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A/N: That awkward moment you promise to update before Christmas and now it's over a month later yaaaaaay XD. Anyways in the last week or so I've been getting some reviews and such and it finally got my ass working on this chapter! Excuse any typos, please, I didn't edit it because I'm quite ill as of this moment...that being said if some of this doesn't make sense...please excuse. Your feedback is much much much much much appreciated, so please keep it up! I love you all very much and your reviews might make this dying (not really, but I sure feel like it right now) woman smile.

Episode Thirteen: Something 'Bout Love
Scene One

(INT. Psychiatrists office. Darren is sitting alone, nervously fidgeting as he looks around)

DARREN
Any particular reason why Chris couldn't join me on this session?

DR. WELLER
I need to talk to the both of you alone. Get a sense of your individual problems.

DARREN
(laughs) We might be here for a while, then.

DR. WELLER
Do you really find your list of problems so numerous?

DARREN
Well think about it. For the first twenty-five or so years of my life I was convinced I liked girls, so I dated girls, fucked girls, watched straight porn, and got a girl pregnant. Then…after all that…my soul mate turns out to be a dude. How screwed up do I seem to you?

DR. WELLER
Not screwed up. Conflicted, maybe. But not screwed up.

DARREN
Really? Because after I fell in love with a guy, I let him get hurt. I let some guy beat the crap out of him, and then I went to jail for killing the guy who beat the crap out of him – which I didn't do – and now I'm all kinds of messed up.

DR. WELLER
Jail is a traumatic place to be for someone who didn't commit a crime.

DARREN
Damn right it is. They put me in with other murderers. I barely slept because they all wanted to rape my ass.

DR. WELLER
Did they?

DARREN
Fuck no. Thankfully they didn't.

DR. WELLER
Why don't we address this resentment you have towards Chris?

DARREN
Resentment? I don't resent anything about him. I love him.

DR. WELLER
It's obvious to me that there is a part of you that thinks if you had never met him, if you had remained "normal", then none of this would have happened to you. That maybe your life would be improved, having a wife and a child.

DARREN
It wouldn't be, though. I'm not ready for that kind of responsibility.

DR. WELLER
But you seem very bitter about going to jail. If you had never met him, that wouldn't have happened.

DARREN
Of course it wouldn't have happened. You know…if Chris hadn't met me, his life would've been better anyways. It's my fault he had the crap beaten out of him because I brought those god awful people into his life and they hurt him. I hurt him. I deserved to go to jail for bringing that poison into his life.

DR. WELLER
(nods and shifts forward a bit) Well I think we know the root of the problem, now.

(Darren gives her an odd, questioning look)

DR. WELLER
You don't believe you're good enough for Chris.

DARREN
(sighs and looks down, rubbing the back of his neck) I'm not. He's…he's perfect.

DR. WELLER
What if I told you that he believed the same thing?

DARREN
That I'm not good enough for him? That would…suck.

DR. WELLER
No…what if I told you he believes he's not good enough for you?

DARREN
That's impossible. Does he…does he really think that?

DR. WELLER
It was a hypothetical question. I can't really tell you if he feels that way. Only he can.

DARREN
(sighs and rolls his eyes) So what should I do?

DR. WELLER
Well first and foremost, it is important for you to tell Chris how you feel. The more distant you grow from him, the more frustrated he gets. Perhaps in our next session with both of you, I can help guide both of you through a discussion.

DARREN
Whatever. Whatever keeps him from leaving me.

. ~ . ~ .

"No." Blaine repeated the word more confidently.

"No," he said again.

"No." He stood up, both hands flat on the table, his fingers spread out as he looked down at his father, his teeth gritted and his eyebrows drawn together.

"Blaine…" Jack looked up at him, waiting for an explanation.

"If you can't understand why I love him and why I want to marry him, then you are obviously just as close minded and bitter and awful as you always were and I don't want that kind of poison in my life." Blaine gave his explanation, then stepped away from the table, putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

"I said I would try." Jack attempted to defend himself.

"That's not good enough. Waltzing into my life like this isn't going to make up for the hell you put me through," Blaine snapped, feeling anger rising up.

"Why not? It's what your mother did," Jack said, standing up and meeting Blaine's gaze.

"My mother never hurt me like you did. And she wasn't afraid to say her son was gay and that she was proud. So don't come in here and expect forgiveness so easily, because I know you don't want back in my life half as badly as she wanted it," Blaine raised his voice and slammed a fist on the table, making Kurt cringe beside him.

"So that's it? You want to go back to the way things were? Where you were here and I was home in Ohio and you had no parents?" Jack raised his voice right back.

"I want to have a father that's proud of me for who I am!" Blaine stood up straight. He pointed in the general direction of the front door, even though it wasn't in their direct line of sight. "Get out of my house."

"Blaine…"

"Get out. Of. My. House!" Blaine yelled, glaring right at his father, who just stared at him, surprised at his words and tone of voice. "Doesn't feel so good now, does it? Being on the other side. Being the one told to leave. Not being wanted."

" Blaine, I'm sorry," Jack apologized again, but Blaine wasn't having it.

"Come back when you can be proud of me for who I am," Blaine said. Jack stared at him for a moment, then straightened up and adjusted his tie.

"Well I can see I've overstayed my welcome. Kurt," he glanced over at the man in question, "Thank you for lunch, I'm sorry I couldn't stay to finish it." Then he looked at Blaine one more time before leaving the dining room. A moment later they heard the front door open and close, and then the place was quiet. Blaine turned slowly to face Kurt, an uneasy look on his face.

"Is that what you wanted?" Kurt asked softly. "To tell him off like that?"

Blaine shrugged and sat down beside him, taking his hand.

"I wanted him to accept me. And you. Obviously that wasn't going to happen, so I suppose this is the next best thing. At least he finally knows how I feel." Blaine brought Kurt's hand up to his lips and kissed his knuckles softly. "What a shit day this has been."

"I know, baby." Kurt leaned forward and kissed him softly. "It'll all get better, I promise."

Letting out a long sigh, Blaine leaned into the kiss and let his eyes close. He pulled back slowly and opened his eyes just enough to look up at Kurt. "I love you," he whispered.

"I know," Kurt kissed him again, "And I love you too. Now…I think there's a cheesecake waiting for us in the kitchen. I got it special because I had a feeling you might need a little cheering up."

This made Blaine smile just enough to let Kurt know that he was right, it would get better.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Thirteen: Something 'Bout Love
Scene Two

(INT. Psychiatrist's office. Chris is sitting in the same spot Darren was in, looking around as he folds his hands in his lap.)

DR. WELLER
Have you and Darren talked since his session?

CHRIS
Yeah, we did. And then we fucked. That's how it usually goes.

DR. WELLER
Do you feel like your relationship is based solely on sex?

CHRIS
Yes. Some of the time. I mean…I know I'm hot and stuff and so is Darren, but sometimes I want some real romance. Since he got home, we haven't done anything romantic. The most romantic thing he did was show up late to my movie premiere.

DR. WELLER
Have you told him that this is how you feel?

CHRIS

No. It's not like he would listen anyways.

DR. WELLER
He might. Did it every occur to you that maybe he's just…not sure how to approach you about these things?

CHRIS
Darren is the most outward, expressive person I know. What reason does he have for being unsure about anything?

You have a strong personality and you're very opinionated.

CHRIS
(narrows his eyes and looks slightly offended) Do I pay you to insult me?

DR. WELLER
That wasn't an insult. Merely an observation. And no, you don't pay me. If I recall from our first sessions, Darren pays for this. This was ultimately Darren's idea, wasn't it?

(Chris looks down nervously, not responding as he stares at his lap)

DR. WELLER
So you claim that Darren doesn't care. That Darren isn't trying. Well to me, it looks like you're just trying to find faults in him.

CHRIS
That's not it, I just…

DR. WELLER
(interrupts him) People are flawed, Chris. No one is perfect.

(Chris doesn't reply.)

DR. WELLER
Do you love him?

CHRIS
Of course I do.

DR. WELLER
Then just let him how you feel. He deserves the truth.

CHRIS
(Looks up and nods once.) You're right.

. ~ . ~ .

"Cut!" Patrick's voice rang out and Kurt let out a frustrated sigh as he separated his lips from Blaine's. He rolled his eyes and put his hands on Blaine's chest, pushing him away lightly to put some space between them.

"What is it this time?" Blaine asked, running a hand through his hair.

"I think I'm going to cut this scene. It's not…raw enough. It's just…not what I envision the boys doing in this scene. I think I'm gonna replace it with another scene with Ashley. So just…take a lunch break. I'll have a new draft for you in an hour, tops." Patrick waved them off the set, then gathered a few people around him and disappeared. Kurt exhaled and looked over at Blaine, who still looked a little flustered from their only really half in character make out session.

"I'm…uh…I'm gonna go knock on Lauren's trailer. See if she wants to go out to lunch. We could go somewhere nice if you were interested," Kurt said, standing from the couch and extending a hand out to Blaine. He nodded and took it, pulling himself to his feet.

"Yeah. I'll go get changed and…stuff…and meet you at your trailer in a few minutes, ok?" Blaine smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth as Kurt nodded. They headed off in the directions of their trailers.

Kurt made a detour to Lauren's trailer. He knew she was there, he'd seen her car and she was filming a scene with them later anyways. He went up to the door and knocked on it. No one responded at first, but after another minute of knocking and a threat that he was going to pick the lock and come in, the door opened to reveal a shirtless Puck.

"Well, well. Noah Puckerman. What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, smirking.

"Dude, you gave me a pass to get on the set, remember? On account of me being your body guard and shit." Puck leaned against the doorway and let the door hang open while he looked down at Kurt.

"Yes. I gave you a pass to the set so that if I needed your services, you could come without having a problem," Kurt said, folding his arms in front of him.

Puck smirked. "Come without a problem, hmm? Kinky."

Rolling his eyes, Kurt snapped, "You know what I meant! Now kindly explain to me what you're doing in my costar's trailer?"

Puck raised an eyebrow and pushed off the doorway, his smirk still very much evident. "Satisfying my lady, if you must know."

Kurt raised both eyebrows in return, surprised at this. "You and Lauren? I'm surprised no one has told me about this."

"Yeah, well…" Puck shrugged and grinned.

"Well congratulations. But if you break her heart, Puckerman, I swear…"

"I can take care of myself, lady lips." Lauren's voice could be heard from inside the trailer. Kurt blushed just a bit. "Puckerman! Ask him what he wants, then kindly ask him to leave!"

"I was going to invite you guy to lunch, but it's clear to me now that you've already got that taken care of." Kurt returned Puck's smirk. He could hear movement inside the trailer, then Lauren appeared, adjusting a shirt and running a brush through her hair.

"Are you buying?" she asked.

Kurt laughed. "If you want me to, I will."

"Then put a shirt on, Puckerman. We can get nasty together later."

Puck glared at Kurt, then grumbled as he retreated to do as he was told. This made Kurt laugh even harder as Lauren stepped out of the trailer, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"You've got him whipped already. I've never seen the Noah Puckerman doing as he's told," Kurt said, his smile wide.

"Yeah, yeah you can stop the jokes, Hummel. Rumor has it that Anderson has you by the balls," Puck retorted as he stepped outside and slammed the door.

"Nope. Other way around." Blaine's voice was added to their conversation as he strode over, changed back in to more Blaine-like clothes. Lauren laughed at his comment.

"Why does this not surprise me that Hummel's got you wrapped around his finger?" Lauren laughed as the four of them began to head towards the parking lot.

"More like wrapped around his dick," Puck commented.

"Your gay jokes fail to amuse me." Kurt rolled his eyes, reaching for Blaine's hand. "Stop picking on Blaine. It's not his fault I'm demanding and particularly difficult to please."

"It's fine, babe," Blaine said, kissing Kurt's cheek. "They can pick on me all they want. It's my fault for desperately wanting to give you everything you want."

Kurt blushed a bit as they reached his car. "I'm driving. Everyone in."

They all climbed into Kurt's car, and it was no surprise to him that once they were in the back seat, Puck and Lauren instantly started making out. Blaine just laughed when he sensed Kurt's discomfort, then turned up the radio to drown out the sounds of their kissing.

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Thirteen: Something 'Bout Love
Scene Three

(INT. At the grocery store. Darren is holding a basket, watching Chris pick through cucumbers.)

DARREN
You're caressing the cucumbers again.

CHRIS
(glares at him) Get your mind out of the gutter.

DARREN
It was merely an observation.

CHRIS
You're an ass.

DARREN
No, I have an ass. And you like my ass.

CHRIS
Oh my fucking god, Darren stop with the sex jokes! I'm sick and tired of that being the only thing you think of when you see me!

(Darren looks slightly shocked at the outburst, then looks away, glancing around to see if anyone is staring at them. They aren't, then he looks back up at Chris, obviously troubled by his words)

DARREN
Do you really think that's all I want from you?

CHRIS
Yes. That's all you talk about. And all we do anymore is fuck and make out and talk a little, then fuck some more.

DARREN
That's not true. I love you.

CHRIS
(sighs and turns towards him) Say it again, please.

DARREN
(sounding very sincere, almost begging him to know it's true.) I love you. (steps forward and places his hand on Chris's chest, over his heart) I love you.

CHRIS
(pulls him close and hugs him tightly) I love you too. God…I love you so much.

DARREN
(nearly drops the basket as he returns the hug) Please don't ever think I don't love you.

CHRIS
I didn't I just…didn't think you loved me as much.

DARREN
Well don't think that. Please don't think that. I do love you. And…I only make those stupid sex jokes because I just don't know what to say…

CHRIS
(chuckles) When in doubt, I love you works.

DARREN
(laughs) I'll keep that in mind. (kisses him softly) So…we should probably talk more when we get home? I have a feeling a good feelings conversation is needed right about now.

CHRIS
Yeah. I think so. (smiles at him and takes his hand as they continue shopping, the little smile never leaving his face.)

. ~ . ~ .

Episode Thirteen: Something 'Bout Love

Scene Six

(INT. In the living room. Chris and Darren are talking lowly, their heads down and close together, their hands twined as smile at each other. The doorbell rings, surprising them, but they don't really look up. Ashley comes down stairs)

ASHLEY
I guess I'll get the door. (rolls her eyes and heads to the door, opening it. A moment later, she appears in the living room and clears her throat.)

CHRIS
What do you want?

ASHLEY
Darren…you should probably come to the door. It's for you.

(Darren looks up curiously, then hesitantly stands. He kisses Chris once more, than heads to the door where a very pretty blond girl is standing, looking at him with bright eyes.)

DARREN
(is completely shocked and surprised) Gwen?

GWEN
Darren! I knew you'd remember!

(She rushed forward, throwing her arms around him and planting a long, wet, sloppy kiss on his lips. He's so surprised he doesn't even push here away. When she moves back, the camera pans in on his face, his lips parted and his eyebrows raised.)

DARREN
Oh shit.

. ~ . ~ .

"So then I told him, 'no fucking way, buddy. Why would you even ask that?' and his friends were like…laughing hysterically at him. And the funny thing was I think he was straight…and sober." Kurt laughed as he recounted one of his favorite stories of being flirted with during his short career on Broadway.

"You get straight dudes flirting with you so much," Blaine joked, nudging his side a bit.

"It's because I'm so pretty," Kurt said, grinning as they all took their seats at a table at one of Blaine's favorite little Italian restaurants. Blaine always had a thing for Italian food and suggested it whenever Kurt asked his opinion.

"Yes, yes we all know you're so pretty. Now rub some of that pretty off on me, why don't you?" Lauren asked, laughing lightly to show she was joking.

"Oh come on now, baby. You're beautiful," Puck said, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She rolled her eyes and pushed him off.

They all shared a laugh as the got settled, and once they were all settled, a young waiter strode over to them, handing them each a menu one by one. Kurt noticed how he hesitated when he handed Blaine his menu, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as Blaine looked up and met his gaze.

He cleared his throat and looked right at Blaine. "Good afternoon. My name is Sebastian and I'll be your waiter."

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