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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, though I am still trying…

Darren just stood there, the golden light of his trailer illuminating his back. He was just staring at me with those dazzlingly brown eyes, sending shivers up and down my entire body. The look on his face was (annoyingly) unreadable, but I soon found my eyes looking over more than just his face. He looked positively stunning. His hair was puffy, swirling into complicated chocolate colored curls with every shake of his perfect head. The blue dress shirt he wore was untucked, flitting slightly in the weak wind that swept around the studio grounds. His black jeans hugged around his muscular legs comfortably, I forced my eyes back above his waist.

"Chris, yeah, hey, come, come in" he gave me a barely nervous smile despite the stutter.

I could already feel my heart beginning to race, pounding through the thin material of my V-neck. I gulped back the nerves and stepped up into the small, warm space of his trailer. It looked just like mine, but with quite a lot more posters and knick knacks. The walls were a stylish light brown, pairing perfectly with the dark brown carpet. A small kitchen space equipped with stunningly stainless steel appliances led away to a door that I assumed led to his bedroom...where he slept…in only boxers… Okay, I did not need to be thinking about his bedroom.

Darren gestured grandly to the retro red velvet love seat in the corner, opposite a flat screen sitting upon stacked boxes. I smiled inside. He was so unaware of current interior design. An already open bag of Redvines rested on the arm of the couch.

"So, you ready?"

I turned around at the sudden words to see Darren standing near the still open door, his eyes twinkling in a way that did things to my already fluttering tummy that it shouldn't have the right to do. I gulped and gave what I hoped to be a winning grin. "Oh, yeah, let's get our Harry Potter on."

That's probably not the only thing you want to "get on".

Darren smiled and over at me, the light adding shamefully gorgeous shadows along his cheek bones face. "Alrighty then."

I couldn't help the smile that escaped my nervous lips. Him just being happy seemed to make everything horrible and disgusting in the entire world just start singing lovey dovey showtunes. He walked over, and took my hand. I froze, his fingers sending a ribbon of fire up my arm.

"Oh, sorry", he began to pull his hand away, a rare glimpse of nerves showing through his normally charming smile.

I instantly missed the warm contact, and practically yanked his hand back, quite surprised at my own bravado. He looked down at our intertwined fingers, his expression so curiously blank. Why wasn't he ask freaked out inside as I was? My heart was practically just dying from beating so hard and I couldn't help but notice a slight shake in my limbs. I closed my eyes in an attempt to restore my mind to rationality. The strong squeeze that wrapped around my fingers brought me back to Darren, who was still looking too hot for his own good. I gave him what I hoped was an easy, confident smile, but what I figured was just a grimace that was certainly not attractive. He gently led me over to the couch, sitting down delicately on the squishy cushions. I breathed out slowly and joined him. He looked down once again at our interlocked fingers with those ever changing eyes. I would have literally given my left foot just to know what he was thinking up in that brilliant mind of his. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something, anything. We could normally talk about anything, so why was it suddenly so awkward?

Because I'm here.

"Chris, I," His normally Broadway ready voice choked out. My heart thudded three hundred gazillion times a second. "I…do you?" He sighed, a tone of defeat tainting the normally gorgeous sound. I looked down and let out a similar noise. He was not going to make this easy. "Do you want to start with the first movie?"

I took a moment, staring fixedly into my lap, trying to hide the complete and utter disappointment of the situation, "yeah."

He leaned over and flicked off the light switch, that stupidly unreadable, quite look not leaving his face.

The next two movies went by slowly, painfully. The silence between us choked the air, but neither of us said anything. The pale light of the movie screen coated Darren's face, adding a ghostly glow to his already ghostly-expressionless face. I was continually glancing over at him, my mind reeling with questions, my hormones aching with need. I couldn't ignore the way the light glowed of his slightly visible clavicle, turning it into a bright porcelain color.

I personally think a hicky would look great on it, but that's just me. Or is it?

I blocked the words out of my head, and tried to watch a young Harry kill a very angry snake. But sitting next to "Sex on a Stick" in the dark can be distracting. Really distracting. Our hands were still clasped, his soft thumb mindlessly stroking against my skin. He was actually mouthing the words as the characters on the TV said them, matching them word for word every time. I didn't even try to hold back the warm smile that spread across my nervous features.

By the third movie, my head had found its way to Darren's amazingly soft shoulder, not at all the result of a two hour long process of slowly moving my neck a millimeter every five minutes. I couldn't stop myself from nuzzling into his neck, the smell of aftershave mixed with a scent that can only be described as "Darren"

Bet you'd like to "nuzzle" some other body parts too.

I rolled my eyes at the innuendo and snuggled in deeper against Darren's side, he chuckled.

I blushed instantly, sitting up "What?"

"Nothing," he smirked, taking the hand that wasn't clasped in mine and reaching into his jeans, extracting a stick of chapstick.

Holy. Freakin. Hell.

I felt my eyes widen and had to cross my legs quickly at the sight of him slowly gliding the clear and minty gel across his lips, stopping to rub them together in the most tantalizing motion I had ever seen in my entire existence. My mind was soon flying with perverted thoughts, the voice in my head was practically having a field day:

Other whitish colored liquids would probably look good on his lips too.

And you're not sucking his face off?

His lips were practically made for (much bigger) chapstick shaped objects!

I couldn't stop staring. This was unfair. How could someone ever get even close to this…this…God? I was so caught up in his lips that I didn't notice when his eyes looked over at me, curious at first, but quickly changing into a more concerned look at me quite literally drooling countenance.

"Chris?"

I started in my seat, my eyes blinking rapidly as I tried to focus on his. I could feel a wave of red seeping up from my collar bone to my forehead, and I prayed to whomever was listening that it would go unnoticed in the thin gray light that seeped from the T.V screen. "Yeah? Sorry, I uh, I, chapstick."

Way to go Chris, a bunch of incoherent ramblings and then the word "chapstick". Very articulate.

"You want some?" he held out the thin tube with a thumb and a forefinger, oblivious to my mistake.

I swallowed, forcing out as complete a sentence as seemed possible right now "Yes, that's, that's what I want."

We both know that you want way more than chapstick.

He smiled and I extended my hand, waiting for him to deliver the paste into my hand. I glanced up after a moment when he didn't, noticing as his handsome grin was slowly becoming devilish, his eyes twinkling darkly, a reflection of the pale blue screen in his irises. This could not be good.

"Dar, can I have the chapstick, please?" my voice strained as my eyes tried not to focus on how dark his were.

He continued his grin, his thumb moving slowly up the tube, popping the lid off and letting it fall to the floor with a silent tumble. My stomach squirmed.

"Dar? Are you- Oomph!" his hand was suddenly flying to my face, the chapstick making a beeline for my lips. I yelped and dove sideways, tumbling off of the couch and landing with a hard thud on the carpet, but not before a gooey smear of the stuff was plastered onto the skin of my right cheek bone, curving down to the edge of my jaw. I sat up, ramrod straight, slowly lifting a hand to my face, my glaring eyes never leaving Darren's now slightly afraid ones. The grin dropped from his face, and his arms were slowly making their way up to guard his head.

My voice was cold, theatrically so, "You. Did. Not."

His eyes widened, but a small smile was still playing at his lips. I let a deep breathe escape my lips, adding a flare to my nostrils. Darren Froze. I smirked, and with a quick and rather hefty tug, I had yanked his firm figure off of the couch. He squeaked in surprise and flopped off of the loveseat. I couldn't stop the giggle that bubbled out of my throat at the shocked and surprised look that was etched across his face.

He blinked and quickly popped out of it though. Returning to his devilish smile, he careened towards me, knocking me down flat on my back. His fingers were quickly at my sides, working swiftly in little circle patterns to send me giggling like an idiot. His speed increased, and I couldn't stop the rolls of laughter coming out of my throat. My eyes closed and I continued to emit high pitched squeals. Amazingly, the voice stayed quiet.

"Dar…stop..i..i..can't breathe." I gasped between tickles.

Mercilessly, he stopped, chuckling. It was only now that I noticed that he was practically straddling my hips, his palms flat down on the carpet next to my head. His toned chest was directly above mine, practically calling out for my hands to grab it and pull him down. I couldn't move. He was pushed against me in just the wrong, no, the right spot.

Took you long enough to realize that, buddy.

His eyes brows creased at the look on my face, and then he looked down at where he was practically sitting, and blushed. He actually blushed. Darren, king of all things charming, blushed.

I let out a shaky breathe and he looked back up at me, mumbling something that I was to dazed out to even come close to hearing.

"What?" I breathed, practically having to mentally chain my hips where they to the floor at the sight of him breathing heavy over me, the movie (completely forgotten now, by the way) lighting a side of him. This was like every dream I'd had in like the past year.

"I said sorry for the chapstick." His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but audible. He finally looked my straight in the eyes, which really shouldn't have been that hard, considering that our heads were very close. Ve-h-ery close.

His breathe tickled the skin of my throat, sending chills through nerves that were already pulsating with adrenaline. Something in his eyes seemed to change then, something clicked. My breath was shaky, coming out in quick not-at-all-sexy gasps. Darren's eyes were still staring into mine, dark with what I hoped was lust, and not some horrible feeling of disgust. They glanced down for only a split second to my lips, before returning to my eyes, which by now were wide as friggen tires.

His voice seemed to float through the air, quiet and shy, "Chris?"

I closed my eyes at the way he said my name, it coming out dark and sultry despite the tone in which he said it. My pants were quite suddenly becoming much tighter than they originally were. "Yes?"

His thumb slowly made its way up to my face, and was suddenly warmly wiping the chapstick off of my cheek. I am not proud of the noise I made. He let out a breath, and I opened my eyes to see him biting his lip. This did not help at all with the worsening situation in my lower regions. I clamped onto whatever self-reserve was still there in that fuddled mind of mine and stayed silent as he leaned down slowly, his lips brushing my ear as his whispered words found their way to a still functioning part of my brain:

"Can I kiss you?"

BUM BUM BUM!

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