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One Night In D.C.

Dance rehearsal had been normal, some had busted on Chris for his drunkenness but everything went fine. He and Darren were joking as they did, not a trace of their awkward conversation was left.

"Where are you off to?" Darren asked him as they walked to their cars together.

"Home I guess, although I'd rather be anywhere else."

"Uh oh, trouble in paradise?"

"Yea, just a fight last night, nothing huge."

"Same here." Chris shot him an amused look.

"You and Matilda! I'm shocked."

"Yea, I guess we're not perfect after all." They had made it to their cars (conveniently next to each other). "Want to disappeared for a while?"

"Hmm?"

"With me. Come on, I'll drive you back later for your car."

"Wait, I'll drive." Darren rolled his eyes.

"Chris, no! you are such a control freak, get in the god damn car."

Darren drove them to a small pub (totally Darren). They sat at the bar, which was rather noisy causing them to move closer to hear one another. Chris couldn't help but feel as if he were on a date, Darren was being a perfect gentleman and Chris was being a sarcastic ball of giggles. He was not used to this Darren, he wasn't his goofy self. This Darren was refined, polite, protective, and extremely sweet.

"I think I have you figured out actually." Chris said once their dignified conversations went dry.

"Oh?"

"You're a serial killer."

"What?" A glimpse of real Darren showed.

"You're acting strange, and oddly calm. You're acting as if you do this all the time...and you were quite adamant that I didn't take my car..."

"You got me." Darren laughed with a pretty severe blush, but Darren never blushed. "I'm sorry, am I weird."

"Well why are you acting like this?" He asked with only curiosity in his voice.

"I dunno, I guess most of the time I'm here I'm in boyfriend mode not crazy friend mode." There was a thick pause. "I-I don't really know how to act with you, Chris."

He ignored the part of his brain that wanted analyze every word the boy had just said because it was too scary to think of it. If he thought of it he would stop being Chris and become boyfriend Chris, just as Darren had (although boyfriend Chris is different, all he does is stare at the floor and make rude comments now and again).

"Well just be DC, I like him." They exchanged smiles.

The pub turned out to be really fun, they talked and danced and talked. The best part was that they could be totally and completely themselves. Chris learned that Darren is extremely close to his family and that if he had it his way would still be living with them, that he had to stop the car once because he hit a raccoon and tears were fogging his vision, and interestingly he learned that he thought Chris was gorgeous. He also allowed Darren to know Roberto was his first boyfriend, that he didn't ever really get along with his parents, and that he doesn't like to be touched.

"This was so fun! Thanks man, I needed it." Darren said as they got into his car.

"Yeah, now home...bleh."

"Mmm, I don't want to go either." It was quiet for about three whole minutes before Darren spoke again. "Hey, I have an idea."

"Hmm?"

"Why don't we have a slumber party."

"No, I hate your girlfriend."

"No, I'll get us a hotel room."

"So now I'm a cheap slut." Chris smiled, and Darren laughed.

"No, I'm a classy dude. You're a top grade slut."

They ended up in a one bed hotel room (neither of them said anything when Darren said one bed to the check in desk). they hooked up Darren's iPhone to the television and watched old Nickelodeon shows on Netflix.

"Is it sad how well I can relate to Helga. I mean the way she acts with Arnold is the way I act with anyone I like."

"You're nice to me."

"Not really."

"No?"

"Not in my head."

"So you're opposite Helga? You are nice to their face and mean in your private passionate monologues."

"Yeah." It was silent before Chris hit Darren in the middle of the forehead. "Who said I like you, fuckwad!" They laughed hysterically.

"You're worse than Helga! Jesus!"

Darren fell asleep facing Chris, they were in close proximity, and he could help but find it reminiscent of The First Time. He had the same butterflies in his stomach that Kurt did, and they weren't even doing...that. Maybe this is why he couldn't come to give himself to Robert, because he always had to to keep up a facade; that is a quite difficult job during sex. You cannot hold back your emotion when you're having sex, you're vulnerable and out there. Maybe he just needed someone like Darren to lose it to. The problem was that there was no one like Darren, except well Darren.