A/N: Well I am just on an updating spree here! I'm sorry this has taken so damn long. Real life sucks and takes too much time away from my Klaine feels. Also, I was super pissed about the season finale and I wanted nothing to do with glee there for a while, but I got over it and I am back! So let me know what you think? Reviews are like crack, we all know that! Anyways; you know where to find me on tumblr! Don't be afraid to hit me up there, in actually a rather lonely person and I'd love the company! Here's part three! Enjoy!

Xoox,

Wes!

The day Darren realized he was in love with Chris Colfer was not a huge dramatic life changing day. There were no birds singing, and the skies did not open up and shoot rays of light all over Chris making him look like an angle.

No actually, it was a pretty normal day.

Well as normal as you can get on the set of glee.

"My little pony? How are you darling," Naya had called out to him, smirking at him over her too large sunglasses.

"You do know that you aren't actually Santana, right?" He had called back, making her laugh, and continuing on his way.

Darren was on his way to surprise one Chris Colfer with his favorite breakfast. Some weird peanut butter- thing from Starbucks.

Darren couldn't pronounce it, but he still knew it was Chris's favorite. That's what an awesome friend he was.

Darren waltzed up to the door of Chris's trailer with practiced ease. This was kind of his thing. He would bring Chris breakfast; they would eat in his trailer, chit chat about nothing, and then go shoot some wonderful "Klaine" scenes together. It's what they did. It was their routine.

Needless to say, Darren was a little thrown off when he knocked on the door and Chris didn't answer. Chris always answered, everyday, no matter what.

"Chris?" Darren called out, his beaming face quickly falling into a smile.

The Disney fanatic in him couldn't help but feel like the mayor of Halloween town when he couldn't find his Jack.

"Chris?" Darren tried again. Oh dear lord what of something had happened to him?

Deep down Darren knew he was overreacting, but he also knew that he would never forgive himself if something had happened to Chris and he had done nothing about it.

Shifting the Starbucks container to his other hand, Darren jimmied the handle to the trailer and managed to prop it open.

"Hey Chris," Darren called out yet again, making his way into his costar's trailer. Darren was just about to call out for his friend again when his breath caught in his throat.

There Chris was, beautiful as ever, dead asleep on the couch in his trailer.

He looked absolutely perfect in that heartbreakingly flawed way. His chestnut hair was in disarray, pointing every which way l, the way hair tended to go once one feel asleep. His perfect pink lips were part slightly, and Darren could hear his soft panting breaths that were falling from his mouth. His jeans (he was obviously still in his own clothes and not Kurt's yet) were slipping down his strong hips and left a strip of succulent pale flesh on display.

Chris looked amazing, he looked delicious, and he looked wonderful, he looked like so many different breathtaking things wrapped up into one person that Darren could hardly stand it.

It kind of hit him like a freight train then. Darren realized that he didn't bring breakfast and talk and spend time with just any of his buddies like he did with Chris. Chris was different, Chris was special. He realized that they way he acted, the way he presented himself around Chris; he did that for a reason. Chris meant more to him than some friend, hell Chris meant more to him than just a best friend. He could see it so clearly and so easily now; Chris was everything. Chris was magnificent.

He was in love with Chris.

Oh dear lord he was in love with Chris Colfer.

This was not good, not good at all.

You see, things tended to go very bad very fast when Darren fell in love. He had a problem. A big problem. Darren was clingy, to an extreme extent.

It wasn't just that he liked to feel close to people, no it was more than that.

What a lot of people didn't know is that Darren was in love with being in love. The idea of belonging to someone and being with someone, it literally turned him on. He thrived on closeness and physicality of relationships. He couldn't help it, it was who he was.

It wasn't who Chris was. Sure Chris hugged and cuddled and smiled, but Chris was not a clingy person. He didn't need the physical side of a relationship to show his affection to another person, where as that was the only way that Darren knew how.

This was very very bad.

When Darren Criss fell in love, he fell instantaneously.

Seeing Chris in this new light was terrifying for him. He couldn't believe how strongly and how quickly he wanted this man in front of him. More than anything he wanted to curl himself up around Chris on the couch, run his fingers through his hair, kiss him, touch him, own him and be owned by him.

Darren felt like his chest was caving in. It had been so so long since he allowed himself to feel like this. The saddest part was that he was not allowing this to happen. It just was. For the first time Darren wasn't forcing himself to fall in love to try and curb his constant need for affection. This was happening all on its own, and it was terrifying. Darren couldn't control the way his heart was fluttering, the way he wanted to cover Chris's mouth with his own. He wanted to be with him more than he could have ever predicted. He wanted to be his, and for Chris to belong to him. He wanted to tell the world that this magnificent man made him feel so much all at once and that he never wanted it to stop.

Deep, deep down in the lowest parts of his soul, that part that Darren tried not to frequent too often, he knew that this had been coming for a while. He knew that the initial attraction and energy he felt for Chris that first day hasn't just disappeared. He knew that he had repressed it for as long as he could have in order to protect himself. Deep down, Darren knew he had been in love with Chris for a while, but now he was finally admitting it to himself, out loud, well out loud in his mind.

He, Darren Criss was in love with Chris Colfer.

And Chris Colfer would never in a million years love him back.

How could he? Nobody in their right mind could fall in love with Darren. (And No, fangirls did not count because, hello, they were so not in their right minds.) Darren was what many would call unlovable. He was unrealistically romantic, he was obsessive about being physical, he was clingy, and he was suffocating.

Chris, he was just everything. Everything but that. Chris was free and fun loving and amazing. He was like a bird that could never be tamed, and had no intention of ever trying to land. Chris would never ever be able to be in love with and insignificant clingy hopeless romantic like Darren. There was just no way.

At least, that's what Darren believed.

And that's what Darren told himself as he set down Chris's breakfast and fled as quickly as possible, trying his hardest to fight the stinging of tears in his eyes.

Darren was a just a suffocating, clingy, nobody and Chris was infinite.

Darren didn't stand a chance.