Hey everyone out there!

So this is a fic I have been working on for quite some time and that is the result. This is first part is mostly based on picture and videos as well as interviews and events. So yeah some of this stuff happened even though I did with the facts what I wanted and pulled up a story ^^

This is the first part of the first chapter but I thought that over 25000 words at once wouldn't be the best, so I spilt this thing in two parts. Even though I did hurt ;(

I hope you like this first part and want me to keep going. If that's what you want just leave me a review^^ or a favo or an alert :)

Chris sat there in the darkness. The only things that were with him were his thoughts and the passing cars outside of the window. Occasionally there was light filling the room when the headlights of a car shone right through his window. His knees were pressed to his chest, his head resting on his knees, his face was wet of tears streaming it down. It was early in the morning. The morning Chris always had feared, the morning that would change everything. It would be the last day of season three. They would finish up today and then there would be another tour and another season, but nothing would ever be the same. Darren would be gone and Chris had no idea, when he would see him again. There was the possibility that they would never see each other again, but that couldn't happen. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. But Chris' thoughts drifted away, back to the days were they had laughed and smiled and to the days in which Chris had fallen for his curly haired co-star. The moments that would stay in Chris' heart forever as the most def time he had ever had.

Another car passed Chris' window and the light filled the room, by the time the car had passed the window, Chris was back there on the first day, when he had meet Darren for the first time.

The sun was shining brightly and everything seemed like a normal day on set. None of them had known whom Ryan had hired for Blaine. There sure were rumors about that on set and also there was no other topic than that but nobody had known. Chris had come to set, having totally forgotten about the new addition to the cast. But when he finally had reached the group of his friends, he could hear some of the girls giggle. All of them had their heads together, looking down on some papers. Amber was the first one to notice him coming up to them and she had that grin on her face that Chris loved about her. Her bright white teeth were showing and she came up to hug him.

"Hey, Chris. We know who will play the Anderson guy from Dalton." But Chris hadn't cared in that moment. He had have a hard night, without much sleep and he still had problems with his lines. So he had nodded and had added a lame respond, but headed off immediately. In the makeup he had thought back about his former reaction, but pushed the thoughts away. No, it wasn't that important to meet the new guy just seconds after he arrived here. It would be enough for him to have to deal with all the others. But in the end it had been him, that Darren had meet first.

They just had shot the scene in which Puck had made Kurt go and spy on Dalton and Chris had headed off for some time alone, so he could look over the script on more time. He had been sitting on a bench somewhere in nowhere on set, were actually nobody had ever found him, so he had been even more surprised when he had heard an unfamiliar voice. But then he had the feeling of knowing this voice somehow.

"Uhm, hey." He had raised his head and had looked into the smiling face of his new co-star. His eyes had been immediately glued to those hazel eyes of the man right in front of him. He had been forced to keep his jaw from dropping. He was beautiful, no breathtaking. These hazel eyes, the brown curly hair, that smile on his face.

Chris took all that in, almost staring at the beauty of the man. He had recognized him, because of that. Darren Criss or Harry freakin' Potter, how they named him in the Potter musicals. He had adored him back then, when he had watched A Very Potter Musical for the first time and now Darren would be his co-star. Was this really happening or was he dreaming? He had loved the musicals so he couldn't hold back the little outbreak of excitement.

"Hey, nice to meet you, man! I'm a big fan of A Very Potter Musical!" Darren looked a little confused at first, like he wouldn't believe Chris what he had said just seconds ago, but the smile stayed on his face, starting to make Chris melt.

"Oh, you watched the musicals, that's awesome and nice to meet you too. But would you mind to help me to get to Ryan Murphy, because I'm totally lost and he ordered me to visit him, before we could go on and head to the set." A smile stretched over Chris' face when he heard these words and he shut his script, that was still lying in his lap.

"Sure. I was wondering who came here, because this is the one place where nobody finds me. They leave me alone and I can have some time for myself, that's why I really am asking you how you found your way here? But on the other hand…lets go."

Chris picked up his stuff and made his way back to the more crowded parts of the set. Soon they had found Ryan and the other cast members were all gathering around, trying to get a glimpse onto Darren.

They headed off for the Dalton set a little bit later, after everybody had said their welcomes and most of them had calmed down once again. Chris' eyes had always found their way back to Darren's face, mapping all the little details. And then when he had heard Darren sing for the very first time, nothing could stop his eyes from sparkling. Sure, Chris had heard Darren sing in the musicals and even though the playback was playing in the background, Chris could still make out Darren's real voice and it was just overwhelming.

Darren's eyes had been focused only on him. His eyes sparkling and the smile on his face still dazzling. And his voice. Ow..Darren's voice was the best thing Chris had ever heard in his entire life. The moment Darren had opened his mouth to sing the first notes of Teenage Dream, Chris had fallen for Darren's incredible voice and not only for the voice of that stunning man singing in front of him.

That had been the day on which his `schoolboy-crush´ how he had named it, had started. But it never had faded. It only had grown stronger. It had become harder to hide but with him and Darren as good friends it wasn't that obvious when they touched, when Chris' hand had been brushing Darren's. And now he would lose that. He would lose that feeling of Darren next to him. It wasn't only about losing somebody he was friends with, it also was about losing a person he loved so much, that it already was unhealthy and losing a person he love like that, even though he knew that he wasn't feeling the same way he did, was unbearable. He just loved Darren more than he should. He had fought it. He had tried that a long time, but it never really had worked at all. There always had been Darren's eyes and Darren's smile distracting him from his task to just forget about his feelings. Having Darren around almost every day hadn't made that any easier, but he didn't wanted to lose the friendship he had with Darren. So Chris had kept to his plan as good as he could. Trying to wrestle down the wrong feeling whelming up inside him.

More tears were running down his face, when Chris let these feelings that still were buried deep inside him overwhelm him one last time. He remembered all that like it all happened just yesterday. The feelings, the smile on Darren's face, the moments that would seem normal and unspectacular to everybody else, but which Chris had kept in his heart to remember them in a situation like this.

A smell was hanging in the air, that Chris recognized from somewhere. He didn't know what it was but his mind proceeded faster, than and he found himself wrapped into another memory of a snowy day, back in November, two years ago.

Red flowers were standing around in the halls of Dalton and in the room where they were supposed to shot there next scene. He was sitting at small wooden table when Darren entered the set, totally into character he started to talk to him.

Darren's curly hair was sleeked back just as usual, but he had some sparks in his eyes when he talked to him about helping him with rehearsing. He replied and slammed his book shut, looking up at Darren, standing against the sofa.

His thoughts had been somewhere else when the playback started. They were somewhere, arguing about the fact, what it meant, that Darren look at him this way, but Chris shut the thoughts up. This was important and he wouldn't screw up. No he wouldn't. He tried to concentrate on the song they were supposed to sing and tried to ignore the way, Darren looked at him. His thoughts still telling him, that he looked at him like this and not at his character, Kurt. But again Chris had shut them up, telling himself, `no he looks like this at Kurt. He tries to feel the song and sing it right, also Blaine kind of fell for Kurt, so he looks like this at Kurt and not at me´.

Somehow Chris had managed it to get out of the room really fast after the shooting was over. It was late in the night and it was already dark outside. There was some snow this year and it was really cold. He had changed back into his clothes in record time, but he wasn't as fast as he thought he had been.

"Hey, Chris, what's wrong?" Darren had caught up with him and was now standing next to him, looking right into his eyes with the warm hazel ones that made Chris go weak. He broke the eye contact to clear his head.

"Nothing. Just tired and I want to get home." But Chris could see that Darren wouldn't let it go. He would keep asking questions until he had heard something that was at last a little bit of the truth. But he did the exact opposite of what Chris had thought. His curly haired friend just nodded and smile at him. He stood there and then suddenly he feel backwards. He hit the snowy ground and was still smiling. His eyes were closed. Chris smiled and fished his cell phone out of his pocket snapping a pic of Darren lying in the snow. He slipped his cell phone back into his pocket and when he looked up again he saw Darren moving his arms and legs so it looked like there was an angle in the snow. After he did that for a few minutes he got up and looked at it, still smiling. It was like his smile never left his face and without noticing he had managed to make Chris smile too, but it was gone seconds later.

"Why have you done that?" But Darren just ignored the question and bent down, doing something with his hands. When he stood up he had something in his hand, but before Chris could have said anything, said thing in Darren's hands had hit him at his shoulder. Chris squeaked shortly and then bent down too, to pay Darren back.

"I'm doing this to distract you from whatever is bothering you. I can see that something is wrong, but when you don't wanna tell me I can at least distract you, so I can see you smile again." And these words had the effect Darren just had referred to. Chris started smiling and threw the ball of snow right at Darren who couldn't doge anymore. The ball hit Darren right in the chest. Both of them were laughing and continued the fight until both of them were exhausted and tried.

They walk to their cars and Chris was just turning around to leave after they had said their goodbyes when Darren got a hold on Chris' wrist, turning him back around, so Chris had to look into his slightly shorter friends eyes.

"Just know that I'm always there for you. If you can't handle your problem alone anymore, just come and talk to me, okay. I can help you get through that. Just remember." He smile at Chris who had nodded. Darren loosened his hold and Chris finally had turned around to leave.

Darren had always cared so much about him and Chris had let him in. He had opened up to Darren and so had Darren, but both of them still had their secrets. They had have trust and honesty but some things were always better unsaid.

Chris had finished crying. He felt like there were no more tears left to cry. His arms still wrapped around his legs, pressed against his chest. He was still sobbing but there was nothing left, that he could have cried out other than his blood. It took a few more minutes before the sobs also had faded to almost nothing. He closed his eyes, drowning in his feelings and seeing his smiling friend in front of his closed eyes. He wouldn't want me to cry like this about him, Chris thought. Darren never had wanted to see him cry because it had made him feel sad, too.

Chris opened his eyes again looking at the clock next to him on his nightstand. It was 4.36, a time he usually had to get up and get ready to leave for work, but today he didn't have to be at the set until 7.00. There were another two and a half hour until he had to be there. At the set where so many things would remind him of their time together.

Chris pushed the thought aside. This would be their last day and it needed to be good. With this in his mind he got up, sitting on the edge of his bed for a moment before he got up and made his way to the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the light. But he didn't reach the bathroom. Instead he ran into his commode that stood right beside the door to his bathroom. Chris heard something fall and then there was the sound of breaking glass. He bent down to look what had fallen down. Turning around the frame that lay on the floor to his feet, he felt a lump in his throat. It just hadn't be any picture that was shattered on the ground, it was one of the pictures of them , together. It had been taken shortly after new year. It still had been cold outside and they were on their way to a party. Again Chris could remember all of that as if it happened yesterday.

Darren had picked him up late that night. It was still could and also it had already been dark. A harsh wind had blown that had been sharp as little razors in their uncovered faces. They had walked to the club where they would meet the rest of the cast, but in the middle of the deserted park, Darren had stopped him. His hand placed on Chris' arm, he had slowly turned him around so Chris would face him. His smile was lighting up his face.

"You know, we never really took pictures of our time together." Chris had looked a little confused at Darren, thinking, why this came to his mind now, but hadn't asked, instead he just had smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, actually you are right, but how do I know you don't wanna sell the pic on eBay or something." Darren's smile went wider for a sec and then it was gone, his expression serious.

"You really think I would do that?" Chris started to laugh immediately, Darren next to him also laughing, his eyes light up and sparkling. Darren put his arm around Chris' shoulder and raised his hand with his phone snapping a few pics. He looked at them and shook his head.

"Chris, you have to smile." He shook his head once again and then he pocked Chris, making him smile. Darren pocked him a few times before Chris had capitulated, still smiling. After that they had another try and this time, Chris couldn't help smiling. His arm slid around Darren's waist and pulled him closer. The whole thing had ended in a pocking war which Darren had won, because of another capitulation of Chris. The night had been filled with laughing and smiling and a lot of fun, but in the end Chris had always one question on his mind.

"Why came that with the pictures up to your mind?", Chris had asked on their way back to Chris apartment ,where Darren had parked his car. He had looked over to Chris, seeing that he was serious.

"I just thought what I told you and also, I think, that maybe one day we will need pictures to remember this time." The smile on his face was weak, but Chris knew he was right. One day, they might need pictures to remember. He had returned Darren's weak smile and had drawn him into a hug.

"Thanks for being such a great friend." Darren had wrapped his arms around him, pulling him a little closer and whispering, "You don't need to thank me for that, you're just as great as a friend for me." And Chris had felt Darren smile. Feeling him this close had always been something special to him. To feel Darren the way he did in these few seconds of this hug, their bodies pressed together.

Chris now was sitting on the floor. His fingers stroking over the uncovered surface of the picture. The sharp pieces of glass that had remained in the frame sometimes cutting a little in his fingers. But he didn't cared he was lost in his memories about that picture.

He finally looked down on his hand, that still was stroking the picture, seeing the cuts in his fingertips. Little drops of blood smeared over the surface of the picture. Without a second thought Chris ripped the frame in his hands apart, splitting it in two halves. The picture remained unharmed in the two broken pieces. Chris carefully toke the picture out of the pieces, trying to get the smeary blood from their faces. Obviously this picture was ruined, but he still raised and went into the bathroom, taking some paper and tried to wipe some of the blood of the picture. To Chris surprise he got almost all of the blood down, so the pic was left almost unharmed. His mind only revolved around one question, "why does remembering hurt so much when the time I remember was the best time ever". But of course Chris knew the answer, it did hurt, because he didn't want to lose what he had right now and what he had have back then. He didn't want to lose the knowledge, that he was getting up every morning and his perfect and totally awesome co-star would be there waiting for him, he didn't want to lose Darren as a person and he didn't wanted to lose the feelings that always whelmed up inside him when he looked at Darren or when Darren hugged him, or patted him on the back or any of the other things they had shared. He didn't wanted to lose one single tiny thing but he also knew that it was kind of time to stop holding on and let go, because there was no way that he himself could stop any of the progress that was happening. He only could make the best out of it and hope, that whenever both of them would find the time they could meet somewhere and talk about all the stuff that happened while they had been apart.

Chris had stopped wiping blood and had finally laid the picture down on a cupboard. He striped and took a hot long shower, trying to get of the tears that he could still feel on his cheeks. The hot water calmed him and he relaxed a little. His hands against the tiles of the wall, his head hanging down, his hair soaked ,hanging loosely around his face and dripping with the water , his muscles still a little to tensed and the hot water running down his naked body, covering him in a thin film of warmth. Like that he stood there in the shower letting the water just pour down on him. He stayed like that until all the hot water was gone and he was hit by a cold stream of water.

He turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, dried himself more or less and got into some new clothes. All that had only taken a few minutes. It wasn't worth thinking what to wear. The outfit for the party was already in his trailer on set and the rest of the day he would be running around in some Kurt clothes.

Chris walked into the living room, not even feeling the slightest bit hungry but still sad. The tears were still in his eyes even though he had thought he couldn't cry anymore and also he didn't want to anymore. It needed to stop. He wouldn't come to the set with red swollen eyes, so that Darren could see that he had been crying for a long time. No that wasn't going to happen at all. No. Chris blinked a few times, trying to force the tears to stay back, but he couldn't. One single tear was rolling down his cheek. His sadness turned into anger about himself, he couldn't even keep himself from crying and that was what finally had stopped Chris from crying. Channeling his sadness into anger had work, even though he hadn't planned on it, but now the anger was inside him. The anger about himself and this situation he was in. With the anger inside him he went around his apartment, filled with the need to hit something.

He finally satisfied his need a little when he passed a small table on which some magazines were lying. He hit the stack of magazines and with a lot of noise the stack fell over, the magazines spread all over the floor. Vogue, People and other magazines were lying there in front of Chris, but there was one cover that he was staring at, not even knowing that he still had that magazine. It was a issue of the Out magazine. March 2011. The issue on which Darren's face was looking up at him. Another flash of memories overwhelmed Chris. He fell onto the couch lifting up said issue of the Out magazine and stared at it.

Darren had wanted Chris to join him on a photo shoot he had to do for the Out magazine. They both had a day off from set but Darren still had to go and do that photo shoot, so he just had asked Chris if he wanted to join him and so he had.

That morning Chris had gotten up really early getting ready and had headed over to Darren's place. It was early in the morning still and so it was still dark outside, when Chris arrived at Darren's house. By the time Chris had turned off the engine, Darren had his head already looking out of the door, smiling at him.

Darren had shoved him inside the house and into the kitchen. By the time Darren had forced him down onto a chair and a cup of fresh coffee into his hands.

"Okay, I have to get some stuff together just wait here a minute, I'll be right back." Darren was jumping up the stairs and left Chris behind in the kitchen. He had nipped a little on his coffee, when Darren reappeared in the kitchen, still a broad smile on his face.

"So I'm ready, I will just grab another cup of coffee and we are good to go." They were back in the hallway, almost out of the door, when Darren had stopped Chris another time, taking the cup of coffee out of his hands and putting it down on the commode in the hallway.

"Come here," Darren had said while he had pulled him closer and set up the small camera on the shelve in front of them.

"We forgot. Taking picture to remember, you know?" Darren's smile was also mirrored in his beautiful eyes. When Chris hadn't got it quite fast enough for Darren, he just had done what he had done last time. He pocked him in the rips, causing Chris to smile. Chris just had been shaking his head and had smiled. But Chris' heart had skipped a beat when he had felt Darren's arm move around his shoulders, his head resting against his and that Darren's hand had take hold of his jacket. He tried to ignore all that but he couldn't fully hide it. He felt his cheeks blush slightly. It only was a hint of pick on his cheeks but it was still there.

After their very own little photo session, they finally had got into the car and had been driving to Darren's photo shoot. Chris had know that the photo shoot for the Out magazine would be a little different from the stuff Darren had done until then, but he never had expected to get that.

Darren's first few shots were almost innocent. Darren wearing a black t shirt, posing and nothing special. The next one, Darren in a white t shirt and brown leather jacket, hadn't been that thrilling either, but after that they had made him wear some other clothes and it had gotten to be the less the longer they had been shooting. Darren in a striped shirt and shorts that had been low on his hips, which had been a little better than the stuff before also it had been interesting to see Darren wear a knitted, white jacket with nothing under it but the real stuff had been when they had started using water for the shoot, making Darren's curls fall freely and wet into his face.

Chris really had to force himself to keep control over his body, when they had Darren in a wet blue shirt, that he was lifting up so his well formed abs were showing as much as the hair that disappeared into the waistband of Darren's jeans. Chris had sat there quite, not saying a word the entire time, just observing Darren and his just perfect and beautiful body. His thoughts always reviling around the one thing, "look at his body and then tell me how you can't fall in love with that guy. He has an amazing voice, humor, a great character and a marvelous body".

Driven away with his thoughts and his eyes clued to Darren, Chris didn't notice when Darren finally approached him, his hands clapping in front of his face.

"Hey, Chris! Chris!" Chris had shaken his head to clear it and then had looked straight at Darren, smiling.

"What? What did you say?", Chris asked, still a little confused.

"Stop enjoying the view, not that I mind but I'm ready here, we can go." Chris had blushed slightly, hoping that Darren hadn't noticed.

"I haven't been staring at you." Darren turned around the look on his face was serious. His eyes looking up at Chris through his long eyelashes.

"Seriously whom do you want to convince? Me or you, because I knew what I saw, Chris and I said I didn't mind, so it's okay." Darren had shot him a dazzling smile and he had blushed a little more.

Chris blushed all over again by thinking of that day. Yeah, he definitely had been staring at Darren, the entire time. He had been staring at Darren because of his beauty, because of his body and because of Darren's adorableness. And he sure as hell never would have hidden these thoughts, wouldn't he have known that Darren had been straight and sadly but true, still was.

The anger inside him had faded into almost nothing, he felt almost quite okay. His eyes were pinned on the cover of that magazine, he was holing up in front of his face. The slightly tanned skin, the wet curly hair and these beautiful mysterious eyes that were looking at him. The wet skin and the slight stubbles on his jaw. He took all of that in but he spared on part on Darren's face until the very end. His soft, pink lips that were opened a little. Chris knew exactly how these lips felt on his. He also knew how they felt on his neck or in some other places but his mind threw him back into the past to Kurt and Blaine's first on screen kiss, even though there had been make out sessions between Kurt and Blaine, it would be that kiss that would stay in his mind as `the kliss´, the one and only.

The room was filled with Ryan, cameramen and other people. Usually it didn't bother Chris at all when people were watching him, while he was acting, but it was different today. Today was THE day. The day of Kurt's and Blaine's first kiss and even though he did his best to hide how nervous he was, he knew that he still looked a lot too nervous. He had wanted this to happen for so long and now that the time had come he couldn't sit or stand still in one spot for more than a few seconds.

Darren was standing beside him looking as nervous as he was, although he had said that he was only as nervous as Blaine would be about this situation, there was something on his face that made Chris believe that there was something more going on under these adorable curls that covered his head.

"Okay, I think we can begin shooting. Everybody into positions.", Ryan called over the set.

Chris took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down a little more before he went over to the table where he was supposed to sit when Darren would enter the set, but instead of being all calm and totally relaxed inside, his face showed of the opposite. Also Chris' hands were shaking while he tried to glue a crystal to the little casket in front of him. `I hope nobody will notice that´, was the thought on his mind, but although he tried really hard to stop his hands from shaking, he couldn't and then lovely Darren entered the set. His eyes on Chris, but Chris' eyes were focused on the casket.

"What's that?", Darren's voice came from Chris' right side. He looked up, seeing Darren standing a few feet away from him and the table.

"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket.", Chris replied to the question and Darren came a little closer until he was standing at the table, his hands resting on the back of one of the other chairs that surrounded the table.

"Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice." A smile was lighting up Darren's face when he looked away from Chris, scanning the table.

"Do tell." Chris' eyes were still on Darren.

"Candles by Hey Monday." Darren swallowed hard once and then Chris answered.

"I'm impressed. You usually so top forty." Chris was smiling and Darren's glance was on the floor once again. Chris was getting really nervous. It had gotten a little better, when they had actually started shooting, but now it was getting worse again. His feet were moving under the table, but he thought that no one would actually care what his feet were doing, when everything was focused on Darren's and his face.

"Well, I just …wanted something more emotional." Darren was sitting down on the chair next to him. Chris' eyes still glued to Darren, but not to his face anymore. His glance went stray and ended up being focused all on these pink, soft looking lips of Darren.

When Chris realized that, he forced himself to look down onto the table, but then he remembered his next lines and started to turn around once again. His eyes were still focused on the table top avoiding Darren's eyes.

"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" Chris eyes were once again focused on Darren, but he was looking down onto the table. He somehow tried to avoid Chris' glace as much as Chris had avoided Darren's, without being out of character, but when he heard Chris say these lines, his head darted up again and his eyes meet Chris'.

Darren opened his mouth to say his next lines, but it looked like he didn't remembered them. There was a pause that made the moment even more intense and the nervousness was getting even more. `Why isn't this already over. I wanted this so badly the last few month and now that the day is here, my nervousness is killing me. And his lips, they look so good. Ow… stop it, Chris. Concentrate. Be Kurt and don't let your own feelings mess this up.´

Chris was back in the real world, seeing Darren close his eyes, his mouth still open, searching for the words to say. But Darren wasn't saying anything at all. His eyes were closed and Chris realized for the first time how long Darren's eyelashes were. He was so focused an Darren's face, that he almost didn't hear Darren say the next lines.

"Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself `Ow.. there you are I've been looking for you forever´."Darren came a little closer and placed his hand over Chris' , lying on the table. His glance was focused on their hands.

"Watching you do `Blackbird' this week…was that moment for me…about you. You.. You move me Kurt and this duet would just be an excuse to spend mo..more time with you."

Chris knew exactly what was coming now. Darren would slightly lean in and kiss him softly. All of Chris' thought revolved around that now. The kiss and Darren's lips. These lips that were coming closer to his own, because Darren had leaned forward. Chris' eyes were glued to Darren's lips, the lips and nothing else. Darren was hot and gorgeous but in this very moment all Chris could think about were these lips on his own.

Their lips meet. It was just a slight kiss as the script requested. Slight and soft, but still filled with love.

Chris could feel Darren's hand on his cheek and his own hand was still lying on the table. He just let himself get overwhelmed by this moment, because it would be over in about a second. Sure they would film more takes, but the first time was always the most intense one.

Darren moved his lips a little over Chris', Darren's nose brushing Chris' cheek. It took a moment till Chris relaxed and stretched his hand, that was lying on the table.

Chris was cheering inside that it wasn't over yet and that this felt so amazing. It felt more amazing than anything else he ever had experienced before. It was that very moment in which Chris realized how much he really wanted Darren. He wanted this to happen off screen. That they were alone and no one would be watching them, but there were people. Ryan was sitting there, watching them and also other people, but he didn't care about them. Even though Chris knew about all the people and the cameras, he forgot about them for a moment. It was just him and Darren.

The hand that wasn't lying on the table wandered up and cupped Darren's cheek and Chris changed the angle on more time. He took advantage of the situation and slightly opened his mouth. First Chris thought Darren would pull back, but he didn't, at least not all of a sudden. He pulled back gently and ended the kiss, staring into Chris eyes.

With a loud `tump´, Chris' hand that had been on Darren's cheek, feel onto the table. His expression just as scripted, a little taken aback by the kiss. He could still feel Darren's hand on his cheek and see the indescribable look on Darren's face.

Darren sat back onto the chair, laughing out shortly and blushing slightly. They just continued as scripted but Chris had seen the asking look in Darren's eyes. It just had been there for a fracture of a second but it had been there. Did he take it too far? Darren was straight, hell, why did he even do that? Chris couldn't answer these questions in his head right now, he just needed to finish this scene.

Darren looked sight ways, avoiding eye contact with him.

"We…We should practice." , Darren stuttered as he should. His hand on his neck and his eyes glued to the crystals lying on the table top, still not looking up at him.

"I thought we were.", came it from him, a smile on his face. Darren's eyes were once again on him, sparkling. This sparkling that said` what you can do, I can also do´.

Okay, this take would definitely be different than Murphy had wanted it to be but, who cares.

In that moment Darren got up from his seat and leaned towards Chris once again. This time Chris straightened himself a little more and his hand immediately wandered to Darren's cheek.

Their lips crashed together with so much force that Chris again was a little taken aback, but hey, this hadn't been his idea, had it?

Chris could feel Darren's hand, cupping his cheek once again and Chris got lost in the feeling of this kiss. This kiss wasn't scripted and it was against everything you would have expected from Kurt and Blaine. This kiss was just plain need. Chris could feel the need in this kiss and he was really questioning if Darren just was a really good actor or if this was real.

Their lips were still moving over each other's, their mouths slightly opened and Chris couldn't help, but give in to his need to lick over Darren's bottom lip. Again Darren didn't pull back, instead he kiss him back, and it made Chris cheer. Did Darren at least had slight feelings for him, that wanted him to be more than a friend? But in that moment Darren pulled back.

"CUT!", Ryan yelled and came over to the two of them.

"Guys, that was awesome. Not quite what I pictured but really good. I like." Ryan was smiling at them.

"Good, uhm, we'll start filming again in 15, so take a break."Ryan was still smiling when he turned around and headed off.

Awkward silence hang between the two and they were just staring at each other.

"Uhm, I gotta go. See you in 15.", Darren said looking at him and blushed another time. Again it was just slightly and almost unnoticeable, but it was there.

"Yeah.", was everything Chris answered and blushed himself a little. Darren headed past him, leaving Chris' side, but instead of heading off himself, he just had stood there, thinking about the scene they just had finished. It had been perfect. Perfect, at least to him and even though they both didn't stick to the script, Ryan had liked it. Had that even been real?

It had been real and just like Chris had thought back then, the other takes all hadn't been as good as the first one.

Chris had been totally lost in that memory. It was one of his dearest memories. He could feel Darren's hand, cupping his cheek and he could also feel Darren's lips on his. All his expressions and gestures were captured in his mind.

His finger softly stroked the cover of the magazine, remembering how the real skin of the man left under his finger. It was nothing like the surface of this magazine. Darren's skin was smooth and soft and tanned. Chris could see Darren's slight tan on the picture, but it just didn't feel like Darren at all.

Chris put the magazine aside. The anger had faded to nothing and left was the feeling of lose. Again he told himself that he couldn't stop this, everything he could do was to let go for now and to hope, that they would keep in touch, seeing each other occasionally.

He pushed the thoughts away and got up from the sofa, looking at the mess he had made with the magazines that were all over the floor, but he didn't care right now, instead he just ignored it and went into the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a can of diet coke.

The urge to leave the house whelmed up inside of Chris, even thought it still was early to leave for work, he grabbed his keys and took the can of diet coke and left his apartment.

The morning sun had risen over the tops of the houses, shining through cracks and leaves. It was warm and Chris just stood there for a moment, letting the sun shine down on him, trying to forget everything for a moment.

A few minutes later, Chris had settled down in his car. He pulled out of the parking lot and turned on the radio, driving to the streets of Los Angeles. Different songs came on, mostly new stuff and the music distracted Chris a little. He had almost felt okay and the feeling, that he could get through some time without another memory flash had settled, when a song from the last year came on. It was `old´ for one of LA's radio stations, but it made Chris fall back to his memories.

It was a memory he had no idea how to fell about. It was kind of good, but it also had started stuff, that should have gone different, if all that wouldn't have happened in the first place.

The lyrics of the song were flowing around in his mind.

There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool
I smell like a minibar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbie's on the barbeque
There's a hicky or a bruise

It was Katie Perry's `Last Friday Night´. It had nothing to do with the memory and if it had it would have definitely been how Darren had felt, but Chris had connected his memory to this song because Darren had been in its music video.

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh well
It's a blacked out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn

The song continued and Chris slipped into his memory again, back to Perez Hilton's birthday party last year.

It was the middle of the night. Something around 3 or 4 am and Chris heard a damp `You make mefeel likeI'm living a Teenage Dreamthe way you turn me on,I can't sleeplet's runawayand don't ever look backdon't ever look back´. Chris ignored it when he saw the red letters on his alarm clock. Who ever wanted something from him could call him back when it was a little later. But the ringtone continued, not caring about Chris thoughts. `My heart stops,when you look at me just one touchnow baby I believethis is realso take a chanceand don't ever look backdon't ever look back´. Screw you, was what Chris was thinking when he reached for his cell phone on his bedside table.

"Yeah, hello." Everybody how was only a little observant could definitely hear, that Chris was half asleep, but the only thing Chris could hear from the other end of the line was loud music and talking people. He was almost hanging up again, when his brain suddenly started working.

The ringtone had been `Teenage Dream´. The only person that had that ringtone was Darren and Darren had said that he would go to some party. And then it clicked once again in Chris' head, Darren was at Perez Hiltons birthday party, but why was he calling him.

"Chhrrris." Came it from the other end and he could hear that Darren was drunk.

"Yeah, Dar, it's me. What's up? I was sleeping you know, because it's early morning, like 3.34 or something so, please. What's up?" Again Chris only could hear music and other voices until they faded a little. Maybe Darren had gone outside or something.

"Chris, I –I have no idea where my keys are and I'm drunk. I'm pretty drunk. C-can you, please, pick me up, please." Darren's voice was almost winy. Chris rolled his eyes. He surely couldn't let his friend stand outside the rest of the night. Only good that everything Darren had to do the next day was that interview for `The Warblers: Track by Track´- thing, otherwise he would have been really screwed.

"Okay, Dar, I'm coming, but don't think you can always do this. Where are you?" Darren answered in a happy mood and told Chris the address.

By the time Darren had hung up, Chris was almost fully dressed once again. He went shortly into the bathroom and brushed his teeth. His hair was a disaster, but he couldn't change that now. He grabbed his key from the table and headed out of his apartment.

15 minutes later, Chris had finally arrived at the place Darren had told him. It was crowded, with lots of cars and people. There was a massive amount of yelling and he could hear the music that came from the party inside.

Chris found Darren sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, his legs stretched out in front of him, his head in his hands. His grey suit was hanging loosely around him.

Darren being Darren once in a while he had picked this day, to make it a all-by-myself day. He had come without security and Chris was a 100 percent sure that Darren had driven here by himself too. No wonder, that he had called him then, he definitely couldn't drive anymore.

"Hey, Darren. I'm here." Darren lifted his head off his hands and looked up at Chris. His eyes looked huge and there was something Chris couldn't understand quite right. They were sparkling with something, Chris couldn't lay his finger on.

"You came." Darren was smiling and Chris just nodded.

"Sure I came. I told you. Come on let's go." Chris bent down next to Darren and helped him to get up, leading him over to where he had parked his car.

The drive back to Chris apartment went over quite. Darren didn't throw up, what was a good think, Chris thought. Maybe he wasn't as drunk as he looked.

When they reached Chris' apartment, he helped Darren to get out of the car. Darren's arm around his shoulders, he led him over to the door, but they fell against the wall, Darren on top of Chris. Chris looked at Darren for a second and realized that his glance was focused on his lips.

And then it happened. Darren reached up and put one of his hands into Chris hair, making him look down. Darren's eyes were closed and then Darren's lips blushed over Chris'. It was soft and warm.

Chris closed his eyes as well, drowning in the feeling, just getting lost for the moment. But soon the innocent, sweet brush of Darren's lips became something more. Suddenly Darren was licking over Chris' bottom lip and Chris had no idea, how it had come that far.

Darren's tongue was begging for entrance and without a second thought, Chris gave him what he wanted. He opened his mouth a little bit more and Darren's tongue slipped into his mouth, doing thing there, Chris wouldn't have been able to do when he was sober.

`This is really happening, this isn't a dream´, screamed a voice in Chris' head and he started smiling. Yeah, this was happening and it tasted like fruits. Exactly, Darren tasted like he hadn't drank anything else than fruity stuff, the entire night.

They broke apart, the wonderful sensation of Darren's lips on Chris' was gone. But Chris didn't want that, so he was the one to pay Darren back for that kiss. He placed soft kisses down his neck, until he had found a spot right under Darren's ear. He started sucking there. Kissing, sucking and biting. For sure Darren would have a hicky there tomorrow, but he didn't care.

Chris was so lost in the feeling that were whelming up inside him, that had been buried such a long time, that he couldn't think straight anymore. Darren was here with him and he hadn't pushed him away, no. He had been the one starting all this.

But Chris got send back to earth very soon. His euphoria found an end, when a moan leaked from Darren.

"Don't …stop, Chris… Please."With that Chris got back to earth, falling out of the sky and hitting the ground hard and hurtfully. All of this wasn't right. Darren was drunk and he was taking advantage of him, his best friend , because now, Darren wasn't pushing him away. Darren was straight and he knew that damn well, even though he really wanted it to be different, he couldn't do that to his best friend. This could ruin their entire friendship and that was something he wasn't willing to lose.

He pulled back, separating himself from Darren as far as possible, without letting go of Darren, because Chris was sure, that he couldn't stand that good on his own.

"Why…d-did you stoop?", Darren asked, again a little whiny, but Chris just ignored it. He pushed Darren off of him, as much as he could and ask Darren for some support, but all he did was stumbling away a little. Well, that was better than nothing.

It took Chris good ten minutes to get Darren into his apartment on the second floor and on the sofa in his living room. He got a blanket and a pillow from his closet and returned to Darren, already lying on the sofa, his shoes still on but his eyes already closed.

He cover Darren with the blanket, put the pillow under his head and took off Darren's shoes, all while shaking his head. This man would make him go insane one day. When he was done he went back to his bedroom, wanting to get some more sleep himself, but turned around to look once again at the sleeping Darren on his sofa. He looked just adorable when he was sleeping. Chris shook his head once again to clear his head of that thought and went to bed.

It all had been so wired at that point, because Chris had have no idea, how he should confess all of that to Darren the next morning. He had been lying awake almost the entire rest of the night, thinking about how to make it less worse for both of them, but in the end he hadn't found anything that could help him out of this. Darren had been drunk so it was definitely Chris' fault. He could have stopped Darren right there, when his lips had started brushing slightly over his, but instead he had taken advantage of him and made him continue in his drunkenness.

Darren on the other hand, had taken it pretty good. Making Chris believe that it was as much Chris' fault then it was his and that they had to live with that. Also he made Chris promise, that he would keep quiet about it. Nobody needed to know what the bruise on Darren's neck really was, especially not Mia. But with that one condition there came another. Darren made both of them promise that what had happened yesterday wouldn't affect their friendship in any way. Even though Chris hadn't quite got, how Darren could be so easy about the entire thing, he agreed.

A few weeks later, when the Track by Track interview with Darren was released, which had been shot just on Darren's after drunk day, they both had sat in front of Chris' laptop, laughing. The hicky was sometimes really obvious and all the fangirls had a new thing to debate about. But Chris also couldn't ignore the slight blush that had come to Darren's face, when he had start talking about him and their `Candles´ duet. It was really slight but it was still there and noticeable, when somebody took a closer look. Also Darren gestures were showing that there was something, that he was thinking of in particular when he was talking about him in that moment. How his hand wandered up to the hicky and the blush getting a little more, still almost unnoticeable though.

Chris was smiling. The song really did reminded him of that night even though it hadn't been released back then, but there were parts of the song that fit everything that had happened that night and morning. Darren's pounding head in the morning, the blackout blur Darren had have in the morning, the obvious hicky on Darren's neck, Darren forgetting completely about the kissing, Darren telling him that he had known himself, that he had a little too much and that he had told himself over and over again, that he should stop, but just didn't. Also Darren had no idea, why he was in Chris' apartment, when he had woke up. He also had thought that his car was gone, for whatever reason and he didn't knew what he should tell Ryan, when he found out about this. But the worst for Darren definitely had been the videos. All over the world wide web were videos, showing him performing different songs, already a little more than tipsy.

The smile went wider on Chris' face and he shook his head. Now more than a year later, the whole situation seemed funny to him and even Darren had been laughing about it just two or so day later. Darren's tweet `You know you've made it when the main discussion over one of your performances is whether or not you were drunk. #Iwasactuallysleepwalking´ had made Chris smile and sigh with relief. Back then he hadn't really believed that Darren would just take it as what the night had been and move on. But he had. Without a look back, Darren had kept the promise. The situation had never affected their friendship in any way.

Chris pulled over onto the parking lot of the studios. It was deserted except for a few cars that were standing around. `What time was it ?´Chris glanced down onto the clock in the dashboard. He still was something around an hour early and he usually was one of the first at the set, so that today, he would have quite enough time to lie around in his trailer before shooting.

The guard nodded friendly when Chris walked through the gate onto the set. It was quite, unusual quite even for an early morning. There always were people running around, but he couldn't even make out one other person. The only company Chris had were the birds sitting in the trees, singing. So he made his way to his trailer. He knew that it probably wasn't the best idea when there were so many memories of his and Darren's time together, but he couldn't help it. He just had no idea where else to go and also these memories were good memories, maybe they would just make him smile about Darren's adorableness.

The door opened without much effort of energy and he stepped in, closing the door behind him. Looking around in the trailer he could see Darren lying on the sofa in front of his eyes. As usual Darren's hands under his head, his glance was focusing the ceiling.

He shook his head to get the mental image out of his head but his glance got glued to another object. It was a picture taped to one of the closets. It showed Darren, his hair curly and wild but a little bit longer than it was right now. Some locks were falling in his eyes which were rimmed with black eye liner and his expression was hilarious. Chris remembered the Harry Potter marathon they have had that night and Darren suddenly had vanished into the bathroom. When Chris had come to check on him, because he had been gone for over half an hour he had found Darren in a state of excitement. While he himself had been smiling about Darren and had been leaning against the doorframe he had snapped some pics of Darren making faces.

It had been a nice day but when Darren had come to visit him in his trailer a few days later, Chris already have had the picture taped to the closet just out of fun. Darren had busted out in laughers and he still didn't know if it had been because of the picture or because of Chris taping the picture to the closet. Also Chris still didn't have an idea where Darren had gotten the eye liner from, but he actually didn't care.

The words Darren had said while still laughing came back to him. It had been something like "Colfer, if anyone sees that pic you are so dead." And he had never intended on anyone seeing that picture, but somehow it had ended up in the worldwide web. What made Darren storm into Chris' trailer another day and start a poking war after screaming `Colfer you are so dead´ which Darren had won, just as usual.

Chris fell backwards, onto the sofa, looking at the ceiling just like he had imagined, Darren would do it. The moments creped on but Chris' surroundings stayed quite. There was nothing disturbing the silence filling the air and right now it was buging Chris a real lot. Usually he like the silence but right now he needed someone screaming and yelling at something or at least some music.

Music. Also a lot of music was connected to memories for him but he didn't care. Chris just fished his earphones out of his pocket and hocked his earphones up to his phone and hit the play button. A slow tune started playing and Chris relaxed, getting comfortable on the sofa. His eyes were closed when the music changed and pictures were floating in front of his eyes immediately. ABBA's `Dancing Queen´ filled his ears and the pictures started rushing. Darren sitting next to him, leaning against a locker. His own face covered in tears. And the Chris was completely wrapped up in the memory of the prom queen episode.

The set of the gym was crowded with a whole lot of people. People dressed up in tux's and dresses. Cameras were standing around and Eric was yelling all over the place. Max was sitting in his king chair on stage and he himself stood on stage looking down on the people. It was moments before he and Darren would have to dance. Like really dance. The `old fashioned style of dancing´ how Cory had stated it and he was out of his mind. Sure, he could dance and everything Darren and he had to do was some swaying around but it had to look all lovey-dovey and natural not tensed up like he felt and he knew it would get even worse as soon as his body would be pressed to Darren's. Oh darn why? Why in the freaking hell had he fallen for his co-star? Why? It didn't matter because Eric was telling them to get into positions for the next shoot which would be the shoot of the dancing scene.

`Keep calm Chris. You can't change it anymore. Your heart choose you can't change your heart just make the best out of it.´ Chris was basically praying that he would get through another episode without blurting out with his little…uhm enormous secret.

"Are you okay Chris?" Chris turned around and looked directly in these hazel eyes that made him melt, facing the man that one day would make him go insane. There just in front of him with his usual smile on his face was Darren, looking concerned at him but Chris shrugged it off easily.

"It's nothing just a headache from the music and stuff. Nothing to worry about. It'll get better." Chris smiled shortly at Darren and he turned around returning to his position outside the set.

Eric gave him the sign that the camera was rolling and Max started walking up to him. Together they made their way down the stage and Chris always delivering his lines in the right time. Then Max was gone, Chris staring after him and he turned around when he heard Darren's voice behind him. It was like all this wasn't scripted. Chris could tell that he must look surprised but that would just work perfect for the scene. Darren held out his hand for him to take and Chris delivered his last lines before his and Darren's body were pressed together. He just couldn't bring himself to look at Darren and obviously Darren couldn't either. As soon as their eyes met they looked in opposite directions and Chris could feel how tensed up he was, he wanted this to be over so badly.

Then Chris saw Darren smirking at the corners of his eyes and he started moving him a little bit more, their swaying getting a little more until finally Chris felt the stick that he had felt glued to his back vanishing and they both started moving more freely. He started smiling and when his eyes once again met the hazel ones he could see Darren's smile mirrored in them.

Out of the awkwardness a totally different situation had developed without Chris even really noticing. Chris and Darren were now singing at each other and the rest of the cast had joined them on the dance floor. They all were dancing and Chris didn't feel uncomfortable near Darren anymore. It was like with a wipe of something all his fear and being tensed up had vanished, for good.

They took a few more takes and the cast was laughing constantly. After the dancing scene being shoot Chris had fallen into a careless mood of total happiness and had also infected the rest of them.

Chris shook his head. What was so special about that memory? He didn't even know it. It was sweet somehow but it wasn't anything like the other memories surprising him throughout the day till now. It had probably just been being this close to Darren. Yeah maybe it had been.

His eyes fell shut and he relaxed once again, listening to the music that was filling his ears. Just after a few more minutes he had drifted to sleep.

First his dream was a fuzzy blur of colors until the picture settled and he found himself walking through the streets of Dublin once again. It was still almost dark but the sky already started to turn red from the rising sun. The streets led him through various parts of the city of Dublin but he had no idea where he was going nor what he was looking for. He only knew that he like the sudden silence that surrounded him so he kept on walking.

By the time the sun had risen completely, he had made his way back to the hotel were the cast had been staying during their time in Dublin. The big monster of stone rose behind him while he himself was sitting in the wide garden of the hotel watching the sun wander in the sky. It was still early so he was taken aback when he felt a hand settling on his shoulder. Chris turned his head around to see who was standing behind him and found Darren kneeling behind him, his hand firmly lying on Chris' shoulder and a smile on his face.

"What are you doing out here so early. You should get some sleep and not sleepwalk out here." Darren shook his head but sat down next to him.

"And are you done with you part for the skit. I'm thrilled to see with what you came up this time." Darren's smile grew wider and his eyes started shining. Yeah, Chris had tried to impress Darren throughout the entire tour with different stuff and in the end the usually skit had ended up being varied almost in each city for each show. Something scripted suddenly getting out of hand. Ryan had been laughing when they had done that the first time and so they had always come up with something different. Well , better said Chris had come up with something different every time.

"Yeah I am and you better also came up with something that will knock me out because you never even tried Darren." But Darren just kept on smiling and leaning his head against Chris' shoulder staring at the sun.

"Sure I have. You will see."

And suddenly the picture changed and the dream slid into a memory. Dublin. The last show. How it all had gone down. Their last skit of the entire tour.

Chris stood there. Waiting for the lines that would tell him that it was his time to enter the stage. And there they were. One last time entering the stage. He took the few steps and was faced with all the fans. From the other side he saw Naya coming up to Darren and Heather who were still standing close together in the middle of the stage. Okay, that wasn't scripted at all but he kept calm standing where he was, observing what was going on.

"You said you wanted to make out but he is take?", Naya asked. A few more lines followed but he couldn't understand them that well the fans were just too loud. Then Heather and Naya kissed shortly and Heather hug Naya before they went off stage together, hand in hand. Now it was his time.

He jumped over to Darren as usual and then some sentences came out of his mouth but he didn't know what exactly he said. But then there was the line "I have… a poem." And he pulled out the piece of paper. He had written this by himself and he was sure with this he would definitely impress Darren.

"Blaine Warbler Anderson, I have never loved another… except for last year when I was in love with my stepbrother. I admire you almost as much as I admire the late Alexander McQueen. You're exquisite when you sing. How I missed our impromptu performances in the Dalton Academy halls, the rooms, the bleachers, where the hell were all the teachers?" Darren smiled his eyes beginning to shine and he had to smile himself. Yes, he did it. He impressed Darren.

"We've seen everything eye to eye, all the pain, all the hurt. At least we did till my last growth spurt. We've shared so many intimate moments, memories that shine and glitter. Just the two of us, Facebook, MySpace, Tumblr and Twitter. Since we've met it's been absolute heaven. For your Emmy consideration, 2011. But through all the glory, the scary and the hype, I swear to god I'm going to punch the next person that calls me a stereotype. I'm so thankful to have found a partner as talented as me, and forever we shall be unless the writers change things in Season 3." He had been gesturing around the whole time but it all had been over in a blur. Now he was standing in front of Darren jumping a little bit more and delivering the lines, that for once, actually was scripted.

"So Blaine, until that happens, I thought it'd be the perfect time… to… PROPOSE." He bent down in front of Darren just as usual. He was a little worried about what Darren had planed but other than that he was trough with it.

"Blaine Warbler." And then he was cut off by Darren responding with a "Yes" before he could continue.

" Will you…Join glee club." And again he fell back onto his back and did that stupid looking bike thing that he did after the proposal since the very first show this year. After he was sitting again looking at the audience Darren came a step closer.

"Kurt…just, just shut up. Come here… get up, get up. Come here." Chris was confused this was definitely something that Darren had planned. Okay then let's see what you've got.

Chris got up slowly standing next to Darren looking at him as he added, "Kurt, you had me…at Emmy." And then Darren's hand rose up and was suddenly lying on his neck the other one at his jaw line and Darren's lips were on his. He was drowning in the feeling but then he remembered that they were on stage and he had to be Kurt, so he raised his arms as if he was taken aback what he sure as hell was and then it was over. Darren's lips gone and he stumbled away a little a huge grin plaster all over his face before he played to fainted and found himself on the stage floor. Darren still standing in front of him talking to the fans about him joining glee club when he heard Darren's familiar line.

"Kurt I wanted to do something the Warblers never ever let me do." And he smile slightly. They were back to the script. No more surprises. Good.

"Wear another blazer?" Chris' voice was higher than usual but he didn't care in that moment, because Darren was turning around and squatting next to him and once again, he was a little too close.

"We've been through this. You love the blazer." Darren said smiling at him and Chris just nodded eagerly. And then Darren was gone from his side talking to the fans once more. One last time.

"I've always wanted to do one of those big eighties powerhouse rock-star numbers! What do you say?"

Darren came back towards him. Looking happy and pleased, still smiling. Yeah okay Darren had definitely impressed him this one time he had to admit it but …

"Yeeeeeaaaah… no. Honey, no no no no no… It's scripted that Finn is next." And the lights went out everything was black around them. They made their way down from the stage and into their dressing room .

"I think I won your little completion."Darren said while still smirking at him as he changed into his next outfit.

"Maybe, but let's talk about that later, we don't have the time that I'll need to discuss this now." Chris smirked back at Darren and he just shook his head.

"Chris there is nothing to discuss I won and that's official. Your expression was priceless by the way." Darren stuck out his tongue towards him and was running into the hallway which would lead them to the point where they would enter the stage for the next number. Yeah, Darren was sometimes a kid of six in his heart but that was one thing Chris loved about Darren so much. That he could make almost everything funny and be excited about almost everything. Chris just smiled as he looked after Darren running down the hallway. He would pay him back later.

The picture blurred and the location changed. It was still Dublin but it was a club. The club where they had have a party after the show. The last party before they would part for their `vacation´. It was another memory but it was one of these that Chris would kill for if he could change it. Everything that had happened that night had caused even more trouble in his life. All because of his stupid feelings for his best friend.

The room he was looking at from his seat at the bar was filled with friends. The glee cast and the warblers. How could this even get better. Ohh right this day couldn't get any better because Darren had kissed him, on stage, not in a drunken haze. It had been real and slowly even he himself seemed to believe that it really happened. Said man that made his day the best ever was dancing right now. Next to Diana and Lea. The beat of the music filling everyone's ears.

Chris was smiling while watching his friends having fun while he downed the next shot tequila and sucked on the lemon. The stuff still tasted awful but he would sooner or later get used to it. Also tonight should be fun and with his new found freedom called finally-being-twenty-one-and-being-allowed-to-drink, for him having fun involved some drinks. Thankfully also the rest of the cast thought Chris' way so that by the time of midnight everyone was tipsy and laughing.

At around 0:30 Darren came up to Chris extending his hand and taking a hold on Chris' wrist, trying to pull him towards the dance floor, but Chris wasn't one of the guys you could do with whatever you wanted. He pulled Darren towards him and Darren caught off guard slammed into Chris.

"Oh Chrisy come and dance with me. I won remember. You own me something." He smile at Chris and look at him with these puppy dog eyes he knew made Chris say yes to almost everything that Darren wanted. So once again Chris gave in thinking that he had to take good care of his already pretty wasted friend. He had never before called him Chrisy. Oh my..like never and he wished it wouldn't happen again.

When they reached the dance floor Chris was swallowed up by the beat and the crowed. But he still really had the feeling to annoy Darren on last time.

"Uhm and by the way my dear friend Darren Everett Criss, you didn't win." Darren looked confused moving to the beat, slightly pressing his body against Chris'.

"Yes I did. If you think I didn't then please my dear give me a reason." Chris shook his head. At least he hadn't called him Chrisy once again.

Chris' glance went stray, trying to focus on something that wasn't Darren and to find a good excuse, but suddenly Darren had one of his clear moments or at least one in which he really thought about what he was saying.

"Chris?" He turned around to face Darren once more and saw the huge smile on his face. Something was up with this man, Chris just didn't know what it was.

"You know that your ass looks awesome in these jeans?" and with that sentence Chris palm met his face. Yep, Darren was wasted and not even a little bit. But on the other hand he also was pretty much so why should he care.

"Thanks, Dar. You yourself don't look too bad either." He smiled while looking over his shoulder seeing Darren's smile. Totally self-confident just being Darren said man put his hands on Chris' hips and pulled him a little closer.

"I always wanted to do this. Being close to you because I wanted to."Chris could feel Darren's breath on his skin. His chin was resting on Chris' shoulder.

"But we are friends. We are always close."Chris was a little confused, but Darren was drunk no need to worry.

"I didn't mean that. I mean this and somehow the kiss." Chris turned around. Facing Darren. Was he just talking while drunk or did he mean any of it. Chris didn't know and think and hear anymore. His eyes were focused on Darren's lips. Full lips that fit so perfectly to his.

"Darren, this is payback for the on stage kiss." And with these words Chris closed the gap between them and his lips were lying on Darren's. Chris could feel his friends around them stop moving while he kiss Darren. But other than usual Darren responded instantly to the warm press of Chris' lips. He sucked on Chris' bottom lip and licked over it before Chris gave in and opened his mouth to welcome Darren's tongue. This feeling was new. Darren pressed close to him and Darren's hands in his hair and just the way they kissed. It weren't these little innocent Kurt and Blaine shared. This was something completely different.

It all ended to sudden at it was definitely to short but the need for air grew stronger than Chris' need for Darren and he pulled away. His forehead resting against Darren's as they breathed heavily trying to catch their breath once again.

"Oh my god", came it from Lea but Chris didn't even have the strength to say anything towards her or the other. To explain what was happening all he did was taking a hold on Darren's wrist and pulling him out of the room and to one of the many doors.

Again everything went black but only because Chris didn't remember the rest of the night and his dreams went back to the blur of colors that it had been at the very beginning.

So that was part one. Next part will hopefully be up by monday but sure as hell on thuesday.^^ And no there will not only be Chris. There will be whole lot of Darren too :)