So this sucks a lot because when I wrote this it was 4 am and I was on my iPod and for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to post it on my tumblr (cupcakesanddonuts, in case you were wondering) and now for some reason I think it's a good idea to post it here. It's rated T (I think I might've said the word 'fuck' somewhere in there) and it's just some good ol' fluffy CrissColfer drabble.
Enjoy, and don't forget that reviews make me happy! ~
Chris slowly lifts Darren's hand from around him as he steps out of the comforter and onto the cold floor once his feet touch the ground. He picks up his clothes from around the room and puts them on, as quietly as he can, as to not disturb the puppy who is still laying on top of the covers, fast-asleep and groaning at the lost of warm next to him. As he walks out the bedroom door, Chris gets an idea and he turns around and walks back to the sleeping Darren, only to put a pillow where his body used to be mere minutes ago, and he carefully lifts one of Darren's arms to clumsily drape around the pillow. Darren begins to stroke the pillow and caress it, hugging it tightly to his chest. Chris smiles for a second at the adorableness, and then he turns around and leaves the bedroom. He puts on his socks and shoes by the door, not even bothering to take a look at his reflection in the small mirror by to the key-hanger before leaving and silently closing the apartment door. It's wrong, and they both know it. It's wrong for Darren to lie about his sexuality and it's wrong for Chris to lie to his parents about not having anyone special. But it feels so fucking right and it doesn't matter that one of them always has to leave the other in his own bed after a night of throbbing hearts and stifled moans, because they are young and famous and they live for these moments of love and clarity that they know they can't get from anyone else. As Chris drives down the 101 highway (that already occupies a small stream of cars, despite the early hour), a small BIP sound from his phone lets him know he has a new message. He opens it while carefully changing lanes. After reading what is says, he lets his iPhone drop to the sit next to him as he smiles to himself.
From: Darren
I already miss you.
The pillow won't
quite do.
Chris rolls open his window and lets out a care-free laugh.
