The Party

He was not a genius, he was not an inspiration, he was not a prodigy, and he sure as hell was not a sex god. He was but a boy from a small conservative town trying to make his dreams come true. He was doing pretty good too; acting-check, writhing-check, producing-check, sex-working on it.

"Hello, you've been staring at them all night! what, is it weird to see your TV lover with someone else?" Lea asked as she pulled her and Cory to the side of the roller rink to better converse with the birthday boy.

"Oh, hey...must be." Chris responded finally tearing his eyes away from Darren and his girlfriend Moira-or something like that.

"This party is the shit, man. Nice job!" Cory slapped his shoulder earning the infamous Colfer glare.

"He didn't do anything, it was all his boyfriend." Lea told him, then turned back to Chris. "You're so lucky, this is the sweetest thing!"

"Yea he's okay sometimes." Lea pulled them back into the sea of pirate-ninja-Colfer friends, only after placing a wet kiss on his cheek.

The party was great, everyone that was important was there, there were drinks, and M&M's, and everything Chris adored but he just couldn't get in the party mood. "Hey I hope you're enjoying this, it's the only present I got you." Roberto came up behind Chris, pressing his chest against his back and slinking his arms around his waist.

"Hey!" He turned quickly not wanting to be caught staring at his 'TV lover' again. "It's awesome! I love it! The best ever!" He said over excitedly, wriggling away from Roberto's arms.

"Good I'm glad you're having fun." He smiled paying no head to Chris' struggles, he was never really the affectionate type.

"I want to skate."

"Oh."

"With you!"

"Oh! Yay!"

The night became fun, Chris kept away from Darren and Martha-or whatever. He was on a fabulous buzz thanks to the rum and coke and tequila shots, all worries were in the shadows and happiness was at the forefront of his mind. He was so content in fact that he kissed Roberto three times in front of everyone. Now it was nearing four in the morning and Chris had said good buy to over half of all his guests and was on his way to another delicious shot when he spotted a curly-haired pirate.

"Hey Birthday boy." Said pirate greeted.

"Oh my god, cause I forgot." Chris drunkenly stuttered.

"You forgot about me?" Darren pouted.

"No, you were just lurking in the shadows or my mind."

"Well just to tell you, I like the sun." He smiled.

"Oh, well forget about that for a sec. and come to the shadows." Chris took his hand and pulled him into the small deserted hallway leading to the changing rooms.

"Should I be scared?" Darren said but followed willingly.

"I don't think so. Did you having fun?"

"You have awful grammar when you're drunk." He said endearingly. "Of course, I did and am. Although I could have used more of you, I felt like you were avoiding me."

"No, not you. I'm sorry." Chris threw his arms around Darren's neck and gave him an Eskimo kiss.

"S'alright." He chuckled, settling into the hug.

"I don't like your girlfriend."

"Mia? she's a sweetheart."

"She's obnoxious, and she thinks shes sooooo much more different than she is."

"What does that even mean?"

"You know those girls who say they aren't like normal girls because they have blue hair or swear a lot, or drink beer."

"You totally just described her." Darren's laugh showed Chris he knew exactly what he meant. "Are you sure you don't just like me?"

"Yes!" He bit defensively, but tightened his grip on Darren.

"Christopher! Everyone is leaving, boy! Time to hit the road!" Ashley yelled too loud interrupting them by stepping into the hall. "And you're already saying good bye, I'll be out front." The way her voice changed when she seen them, and her brisk walk away made Chris feel as if he were doing something wrong, causing him to retract his arms from the other man immediatly.

"Sorry." He said not knowing why.

"Don't be." They said a quick friendly good bye and were about to go their separate ways when Darren suddenly pulled Chris back by his forearm. "Umm...just to tell you...I don't like your boyfriend, Ralph-or whatever."

This made Chris' chest fill with explosive rainbows of delight, which frightened him immensely.