GLEE STAR COMES OUT, Darren threw down the newspaper in despair. Emotion washed over him and left his mind soggy and limp and he tried to piece together what he had just done.

Darren was pulled out of thought by the sound of soft footsteps patting down the stairs. Chris breezed into the sleek, white kitchen beaming from ear to ear. He, unlike Darren, was completely thrilled with the events of the last few days. In one smooth movement Chris grabbed a mug and flicked the switch of the kettle, so the small red power light gleamed at him.

'Hey, Darren would you li-` Chris paused. He sensed something was wrong. Ignoring the furious rage of the boiling kettle Chris placed his hand gently on Darren's shoulder. 'Look at me`, he commanded, firmly but gently. Darren slowly raised his head, his eyes glazed over with an array of emotions. Softly Chris placed a fleeting kiss on Darren's lips. Suddenly the mist clouding over Darren's eyes cleared and he craned his neck to return the favour.

Soon the pair was engaged in a passionate kiss; Darren's tongue slowly exploring the familiar place that was Chris's mouth. The two continued the tongue frolicking for several minutes, caressing each other's chests lovingly, until they were broken apart by the sound of the kettle alerting them it was ready.

As Chris settled into the chair next to Darren, steaming mug in hand, he glanced in his lover's direction smiling serenely to himself. After forever of skulking around, having to pretend like nothing was going on they could finally be open with their relationship. Just the very thought made Chris's smile extend a further few centimetres. Chris leaned in for a kiss, but this time Darren retaliated.

'What's wrong, baby? `, Chris enquired, though he feared he already knew the answer.

'I… I just… just thought this would...' Darren stammered out, fumbling his words. He loved Chris more than anything and he just couldn't bear to hurt him but, 'I just feel like I made the wrong decision, that's all.' Chris's wide smile dropped, it was now his turn for his eyes to mist over. He just had to make Darren realise how amazing and strong he was.

'Darren,'

'Yes?'

'You remember when we went ice-skating in New York?'

'Yes, of course. We went for a drink afterwards and I kissed you'

'Well, you remember how that first kiss felt?'

'Magical, beautiful; I felt like I was flying'

'When you're finding it tough just remember that feeling. Don't regret what you did. Promise me you won't? '

For the first time Darren smiled, 'I love you Chris.' He whispered, leaning in to meet with his lovers lips.

An hour later the two were still locked in a passionate embrace, but both were shirtless and running their hands through the other's hair. Occasionally their erect penises would jam together through the bunched up jean fabric, but no more clothing was removed. Eventually Darren broke free and the magical feeling of the kiss faded as he remembered the tabloids.

Tears began to form in his eyes, 'I've let everyone down, my fans, my family… everyone'

Chris gasped in anguish, "No! You've been incredible Darren." but no amount of kind words, even from the love of his life, would shake the cloak of despair from Darren's shoulders.