if i had a dollar for every time someone brought this up…
"This isn’t going to work."
He gets shushed, and a knee in his back. “It’s going to work.”
"Darren," he sighs, bending a little and wincing when Darren’s elbow digs into his stomach as he tries to pull the blankets over them. "I’m going to have fun explaining these bruises."
"I hope you come up with something more exciting than ‘we were trying to spoon and Darren has no control over his limbs,’" Darren says, and Chris laughs a little.
They don’t plan it.
They don’t sit down and decide a time and a place and a date like he imagined they would.
Instead, they just let it happen.
For a while, Chris thought maybe it would never happen, that they’d keep this secret forever and eventually move away to live in a cabin on the side of a mountain once their fame died off. But then their fame didn’t die off, and Darren was making music and Chris just kept writing, and they lost touch with old friends but made new ones that seemed just as strong as the first group of people they shared everything with. Everything was good.
Everything was fantastic.
And not in the cute way, but in the chest aching, head spinning, oh shit what am I doing kind of way.
They did this a little backwards, started off with blowjobs at an after party and then decided they should probably go on an actual date.
Which, if he’s honest, Chris expected. It’s just that this is the first time he’s ever really been on a real, honest-to-god date, and the fact that it’s with Darren just makes him that much more nervous.
"Oh," is the first word out of Chris’s mouth when he gets home.
And this never gets old, the way Darren keeps surprising him with little things like this. He keeps upping the game, taking it one step further every time he gets a chance, and Chris can’t help the way he walks over to him instantly and slides his hands under the waistband of the lacy panties he’s got on, hands fitting over the curve of Darren’s ass perfectly.
The sound Darren makes when Chris presses his fingers into his skin is another thing to touch on, but later, because right now he’s got other things to worry about.
You cannot overstate, I don’t think, the impact of a show like Glee has on a generation.