AN This is set after the Not The Boy Next Door scene. Darren's POV.

"Cut!" Ryan called after Chris finished singing. "Good job Chris. Lea we will do your audition first thing in the morning. Lea, I'd like to run a few things by you, everyone else may go. "

Everyone left at that and Chris and I walked back to our trailers. "So was it obvious?" Chris asked shyly.

"Was what obvious?" I asked.

"My erm…bulge…" He stammered out and looked away.

I laughed, but stopped when he gave me his ice queen bitch face. "I saw it, but I'm not sure if everyone else did or not. Ryan didn't tell you to run it again tomorrow, so I think you're good." I smiled.

"It's honestly not my fault. These pants are really tight. They rub me funny." He laughed. "I hate pants like these."

"What do you say to getting into our street clothes and heading to my place and watch Disney Channel?" I smiled at him and his eyes lit up.

"I say hurry up, I'll meet you outside your apartment building." We both have cars so we usually end each Friday like this.

About half an hour later I pulled up to my place and saw that Chris was already there, standing just inside the door, waiting for me. "Hey, you got here fast." He nodded. "Let's go."

Once inside my apartment, Chris flopped on the couch and turned on Disney Channel, The Little Mermaid 2 was on. "Have you seen this one yet?" I asked, looking over his shoulder.

"No. It just started though. I'll pause it and you can go get some drinks and popcorn." For some reason Chris was fascinated by the fact that I can pause live TV.

"Kay, I'll just be a few minutes." I walked into the kitchen and started up my air popping machine. "Liquor?" I yelled into the other room.

"Always." I heard back. I laughed to myself and poured a couple glasses of coke and rum. The popcorn finished and I headed into the other room. "I love alcohol."

I laughed. "I love what it does to you. You get really entertaining when you're drunk. How about we make this into a game, and I'll tape The Little Mermaid?"

"You're on Criss." He said laughing and going into my kitchen to set up a mini bar. "You're going down, Colfer." I shouted from the living room. "What shall we do first?"

"Two tequila each, only one slice of lime." He downed his before I even reached the counter.

"Damn, Colfer." I downed mine. "I love tequila."

"Your turn to make up something." He said, sitting down.

"Okay." I looked through my liquor cabinet and hummed. "Ah-ha! I know." I got out a few ingredients and four shot glasses. I made up the four shots and put a little whipped cream on the top.

"Blow-jobs?" Chris asked excitedly. It's his favorite shot.

"Yes sir. Who ever loses has to give the other person a real blow-job whenever they ask for it." I winked at him.

Chris knew I liked messing around with either sex, but preferred women, so whenever I suggested we fool around, he got a little excited.

"Ready?" He nodded and we got into position. "Go!" I yelled and too my shot quickly then the next. "Dammit, Colfer!" He had already finished when I put my second one down. "Bastard."

He laughed at me. "Whenever I want, eh?" He thought about it and nodded. "Let's do a few more shots."

Six shots and half a bottle of tequila later, Chris and I were sitting on the couch playing truth or dare on his iPhone.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked him.

"Dare." He sat back and waited.

"You must kiss the person to your left." I looked to his left, there was no one there. I got up and moved to his left.

"Fair enough." He kissed me, short and sweet.

"That wasn't though."

He laughed at me. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"Do a strip tease for the group." He smiled. "Oh shit." He winked.

"A strip tease? Alrighty. What song should I put on?" I asked, scrolling through the music on my iPhone.

"Adam Lambert. Anything by him. No wait, not anything. Whataya Want From Me."

"Sure thing." I turned it on and got up.

The song started playing and I slowly unbuttoned the black shirt I was wearing. Once I got to the bottom button I let it hang on my shoulders.

There might have been a time

When I would give myself away

Oooh once upon a time I didn't give a damn

But now, here we are so whataya want from me

Whataya want from me.

God, Adam's voice did things to me. I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them, my socks coming off along with. I was in the middle of my living room, I walked closer to Chris.

Just don't give up

I'm workin it out

Please don't give in,

I won't let you down

It messed me up (It messed me up)

Need a second to breathe

Just keep coming around

Hey, whataya want from meI shrugged out of my shirt. And sat in front of Chris. The music stopped. "Want that blow-job?" I asked in a seductive voice.

He shook his head. "I don't want to fuck your mouth." His eyes were dark with lust.

"Okay." I got what he was saying. "One second."

I left the room to go dig through my junk drawer in my bedroom. I appeared back in the living room moments later with a condom and lube in my hand.

Chris raised a questioning eyebrow and I chuckled nervously. "You never know when you're gonna need them." I straddled his legs and kissed him, placing the items on the floor beside my discarded shirt.

I unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged out of it. He moved his lips to my neck. "Chris, I want you so bad." We had never gone as far as sex, but I had a feeling we would tonight.