Darren had a restless sleep that night. His mind just wouldn't switch off-even more so than usual. He couldn't stop thinking about Chris. How his face changed as he sang to him yesterday, how the colour rushed to his cheeks as he tried to remember to keep lip synching to the backing track. How for the rest of the shoot, each time their arms brushed, or their bodies touched even slightly, Chris would freeze and the bolt of electricity Darren would feel nearly knocked him clean over. When they had finally finished shooting for the day, Chris hadn't even said goodbye. He'd kept his head down and headed back to the trailer.

He'd wanted to go after him, wanted to talk to him and see what he was thinking, but he hadn't. His brain was refusing to stop over thinking each tiny detail and it was driving him insane. He had to talk to Chris. Grabbing his phone from the floor next to him, he typed, erased and retyped a message to Chris.

"Hey Chris :) I've just woken up-way too much singing yesterday...what you up to?"

He had contemplated apologising, telling Chris that he thought the plot called for it, or some other bullshit like that. But the fact of the matter was, Chris may have not even noticed. It could have been Kurt blushing and looking down as Blaine sang to him. Darren was probably just over reacting. Right? His phone caught his attention.

"Hey D. I'm enjoying a well earned day off :) Wanna grab a coffee later?"

Not weird. Not weird at all. Darren couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed. In his head, he was happy that things seemed to be the same-it would definitely make work easier. But in his heart...he had been hoping that Chris would have bought up what happened on set yesterday. But he would go for coffee-maybe they would get an opportunity to talk.

"Sounds good :) In an hour? Same place as last time? If you can keep your eyes off the waiter...;D"

As soon as Darren hit send, he regretted it. That was, until he got the response...

"What waiter?"

"The one at the coffee house! Lea said you had the hots for the waiter...although, if I'm honest I couldn't see what all the fuss was about...:P"

It took a few minutes for Chris to reply. Darren fiddled with the phone in his hand, turning it over and over, and jumping when it buzzed into life with a new message.

"Oooooh, right! THAT waiter. Yeah...not so much. Lea's just really good at stirring shit. I wouldn't even recognise any of the waiters there if they walked straight into me! See you soon :)"

So much for talking to Chris in an attempt to sort his head out. Darren was even more confused now than he had been to start with. He had heard Chris say "He's cute" at the coffee house with Lea when he hadn't known he was standing behind him. When Chris had noticed him, he had gone so quiet and his face was red. Darren had just assumed it was because he had busted in on what appeared to be a private conversation...allegedly about a waiter. But now...Chris didn't even seem to remember the conversation, let alone this waiter he thought was so cute. Running the scenario over and over in his head wasn't going to help. However difficult it was going to be, they needed to talk. And today was as good a day as ever.

...

Darren pulled up to the parking lot outside the coffee shop. Chris' car was parked nearby so Darren knew he was already there. He couldn't help the nervous sweaty palms and gave himself a pep talk. "Calm the fuck down Darren. You're going for a coffee. You can drink coffee. It's not that hard. CHILL OUT". Running his hands through his hair, he got out of his car. As he looked up, he noticed a couple of teenage girls staring at him. Great. They must have seen him talking to himself. He was well on his way to becoming the local crazy weirdo. He smiled politely at them, and they looked like they had seen a ghost. They began to walk toward him, clutching onto each other and giggling nervously.

"Excuse me? We're so so sorry to bother you, but we are huge fans! Can we take your picture?"

Darren couldn't believe what was happening. Only a couple episodes featuring him had been broadcast, but here he was. With two young girls begging for his attention. Weird.

Composing himself, and attempting to regain any inch of "Cool" these girls seemed to think he had, he called out "Hey thanks guys! Totally, who has the camera?" and finished the sentance with a smile.

As the girls tried to position themselves in a manner that meant all three of them were in the photo, a voice piped up "Here, let me help you with that!"

Darren turned and spotted Chris, who was grinning at him and appeared to be attempting to stifle a giggle. Grinning back, he turned to look at the girls next to him. Their jaws had dropped about a foot and they were both standing very still and completely silent.

"Well, that's some pretty good timing Mr Colfer!" Darren laughed. Turning to the girls, he added "Pass that young man your camera, I'm sure he'll do a good job!"

The girls were still silent as they passed the camera to Chris, who was still laughing at the scene he was witnessing. Two fangirls meeting Darren Criss of Glee fame. Famous for his role as Blaine, the guy Kurt is falling for. Chris Colfer, famous as Kurt. Both in the same coffee shop. What were the possibilities?!

After taking turns with photographs, the girls thanked them and began to walk away, grabbing at each other and making crazy squeaky noises that Darren assumed only teenage girls understood. But he couldn't help but overhear their conversation as they walked off.

"Oh my god. Oh my GOD! Can you believe that just happened?! Darren AND Chris! At the same coffee shop! It can't be a coincidence! They must be meeting!" said the slightly taller girl. He shorter friend looked closed to fainting as her face went completely still and she whispered "Maybe they are together in real life!" They both burst into squeaky giggles and ran off together.

Chris shot Darren a look, showing that he too had overheard the girls.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to this" Darren said. He was still blown away by their reactions.

Chris moved closer to Darren, linking his arm through his co-stars. "Don't worry, I'll walk you through it". Smiling, he led Darren to the coffee shop door. Darren was pretty sure he didn't breathe until they were finally inside, and Chris moved his arm away as they took a table.

"I'll go order" Darren said, turning away toward the counter. "You know my coffee order?" Chris asked. "Of course I do" said Darren with a laugh, realising that they were unintentionally re-enacting a scene which their on screen characters had filmed just a couple weeks ago.

The conversation flowed naturally as they drank their coffees, and they talked about work, home life...everything except what had happened on set the day before. As they were finishing their drinks and getting ready to head off, Chris went quiet.

"You ok man? You've gone all quiet on me!" Darren asked, bumping his fist into Chris' upper arm.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm...I'm all good. Darren...could we...could we go somewhere to talk?" Chris stuttered the words out.

Darren felt his heart speed up. His palms were way beyond moist now and his throat had started to dry up.

"Sure. Where do you wanna go?"

"My place? You can follow me there in your car?" Chris' voice didn't falter. Darren could tell he was nervous about something, but also that he was determined. He watched Chris' adams apple move as he swallowed air.

"Lead the way" Darren said with a smile, stepping back from the table and ushering Chris to walk ahead.

...

The drive seemed to last a lifetime, Darrens brain in overdrive once again. He had no idea what was going to happen or what Chris wanted to talk about. He pulled in behind Chris' car in front of the apartment block, and switched off the engine. "Just breathe Darren." he muttered to himself, stepping out of his car and toward where Chris was standing waiting for him.

They walked up the stairs in silence, Chris ahead of Darren. The pants Chris was wearing today were pretty much damn skintight, showing every curve. As they climbed the steps, Darren watched in fascination as his muscles contracted and relaxed. Dammit...Bad Darren.

Chris fumbled with his keys as he tried to unlock the door. Darren knew why he was nervous, but why was Chris? Half of his brain was going crazy with thoughts he knew were insane. Maybe Chris liked him too? Yeah, ok... Chris was easily the most beautiful man he had ever seen-beautiful really was the only word appropriate. What the hell would he want with Darren? The other half of his brain was insisting that this was bad. Really bad. Chris was going to tell him that he didn't like him. At all. That he thought they shouldn't hang out anymore. That he was going to talk to Ryan and see if he could get him fired. That he was on the look out for an assassin to take him out. That he was organising an alien abduction to take care of him...

"...Darren?"

Chris' voice broke his ridiculously impossible train of thought.

"Yeah?"

"Well, are you coming in, or are you gonna stand in the hallway staring into space?" Chris chuckled nervously as he tossed his bag onto the floor and walked to the fridge. Reaching in, he pulled out two cans of Diet Coke, tossing one at Darren who was still in a dreamland and completely missed it. The can rolled toward the couch and Chris laughed. "You might wanna wait before you open that..."

Darren immediately felt himself relaxing a little and he laughed at his own stupidity. He took a seat on the sofa. Chris moved to the stereo and switched it on, filling the silence with some generic Top 40 something or other track, before moving back to the couch.

Turning to Chris, Darren felt like he had to break the silence. And where better a place to start than what had been on his mind for the last two days...

"Chris, I really...I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I was out of line yesterday-I should have stuck to the script man. I just...it felt like the right thing to do in the heat of the moment, y'know?"

Chris stared at him, and Darren coudln't place the expression on his face. Confused? Annoyed? Terrified?

"Do you mean when you sang to me? Darren-I...I didn't mind. I mean, I don't mind. I...it actually felt nice, having you..well, seeing you look at me that way. I...I just don't understand why you did it?" Chris stammered his way through the sentence, looking at his hands, the couch, his drink, anywhere but at Darren.

Darrens hand automatically moved to rest on the leg of the man sitting across from him. He meant it to be reassuring, but Chris' eyes shot up and met his own. Darren jerked his hand back. "I'm sorry-I just...I'm always being told I'm too touchy with people-no sense of personal space, y'know?" Rambling. Just another perk of being Darren Criss.

Unable to stop himself, he continued. "I sang it to you, because in that moment, I couldn't think of anyone else I'd rather sing it to Chris. It felt RIGHT to sing it to you. But I need to ask you something...Can I? I...I just need to know."

Chris just nodded.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he said "That day in the cafe...with Lea. Who had you been talking about? When you said "He's cute"-who were you referring to?"

He held his breath as he waited for the answer.

"Darren. I...I was talking about you" He blushed, and put his hands over his face. The silence seemed to last for years, with Darren looking at him in surprise

Chris stood quickly, stuttering that Darren should go, that he should never had said anything, that he was sorry. Darren reached out and took his arm.

"Chris. Please, don't say that. I don't want to go." He looked up at him and felt the tension start to ease.

"I have been over thinking that moment for too long already-I wanted you to be talking about me. I was hoping it was me. Chris...I...I want to...I'm gonna kiss you now. Would that be ok?" He stood from the sofa and moved toward Chris, whose mouth was slightly open, eyes wide.

Taking his hand from where it was holding onto Chris' arm, he slipped it around his waist, pulling their bodies closer together. Chris hands fluttered awkwardly by his side, before one moved to rest on the base of Darrens spine. Darren shuddered at the warmth radiating from the slight touch. They stayed like that for a moment, looking into each others eyes, before Darren leaned in slowly, moving his free hand to the back of Chris' head, knotting his fingers into his hair.

As their lips touched, Darren felt Chris' hand curl into his back, his other moving to join it. The kiss was so gentle, so slow. It was everything he had been waiting for. Chris' lips were soft, and he licked along his lower lip, seeking the access he so desperatly wanted and needed. A small moan slipped from Chris' now parted lips as Darren explored his mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss. Their bodies now pressed tightly together, as they released the tension that had been building up for so long.

Gently, reluctantly, pulling away for air, Darren looked at Chris. His lips were swollen and red, his face flushed, his eyes slightly closed. He was more beautiful now than Darren thought possible. He raised his hand to his cheek and Chris caught it and held on tight.

"That was...Chris...just...perfect. I can't believe you...and I thought it was just me..but...wow" Darren smiled cheesily up at Chris. "Anyway, we've got plenty of time to talk, where were we?" Grinning, he moved toward Chris again, surprised when Chris raised his hand to his chest to stop him.

"Darren, we should...we should take this slow. I don't want to rush this-I..that kiss...it was just so...perfect, but I can feel myself getting...y'know...and I don't want to...rush" He looked down toward his pants, which Darren could easily see were fitting much closer than they were a few minutes ago. Oh fuck..Chris was getting hard. For him. He felt all the blood in his body rush south.

"Shit. Fuck, Chris. I...shit. Ok, ok, ok. We can slow down. We are two adults. Mature adults..." Darren couldn't tear his eyes away from Chris' crotch. "We're slowing down. Cooling off. We can totally cool off.." He continued to run his fingers at the base of Chris' spine, spreading them out and digging his fingertips in as he dragged them in small, slow circles. "This is us...slowing down..." He could hear Chris breathing heavily, and couldn't take another minute of it. Pulling Chris back toward him, he pressed himself into the warmth of Chris' torso. Wrapping a hand around his neck, he pulled him in and, inhaling deeply, he captured Chris' lips again. The groan that came from the back of Chris' throat vibrated through his mouth and straight to his groin. Without even thinking, he rolled his hips forward, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as his now verging-on-painful cock brushed against the fabric of Chris' jeans. Oh fuck...

He moaned, pulling away quickly, head spinning with want, lust, hormones and the aching feeling in his jeans.

"MOVIE. We should...we should watch a movie. Something Disney. With no sexual innuendo. At all. Did Disney make a movie about cold showers? Cold showers are good. We should take a cold shower" Together. "NO. We shouldn't shower. We should watch a movie. That's a good idea. Let's stick with that idea. K?"

Chris laughed at the babbling idiot standing in front of him and sat on the couch, pulling Darren down to sit with him. "I want to kiss you Darren. I want you so bad, but I also want us to take our time-I don't want to fuck this up. We work together. Daily. It would be too weird if...you know...if we did *stuff* and...well...I just...we should take it slow"

He could feel himself leaning in toward Chris' lips again-he didn't seem to be able to control himself. He gazed downward to where Chris' pants were bunching even more than they were before they sat down-fuck...he could almost see definition of what was tucked inside those jeans. Shit. Disney or not, he was pretty sure he wouldn't get through 2 hours of sitting next to this guy and not being able to touch him.

"You're going to be the death of me Colfer" he breathed. "I should go. I can't...not...I want to...I want YOU...but I also understand, and I want to respect that. I just don't think I can when I can hear you breathing heavy and when you're looking at me all half-cut and amped up. I should go". He stood to head toward the door.

"One more for the road?" Chris had stood from the couch, grinning. He placed his lips against Darrens, kissing him slowly, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, resting his hands on his hips and started to pull his body, specifically the lower half of his body, closer to his own.

Completely taken back by Chris initiating the kiss, Darren groaned, but it came out more as a whimper. The throbbing in his cock went into overdrive, and he pulled himself away and placed his hand against the door to steady himself. His head was spinning.

"I have to...I should... I really should go. Fuck...Chris...I never imagined you being a go-getter...but it's so fucking hot"

"But you imagined...?" Chris smirked up at him.

"Oh hell yes. Which is why I have to go right now, or I'm not going to be able to". He grabbed his keys from the table, and opened the door. "Sweet dreams, Christopher. I know mine will be. I'll see you tomorrow?"

Returning his smile, Chris nodded before closing the door. Darrens heart was beating so fast, he leant again the wall outside the apartment, breathing heavily, lips still stinging. Running a finger over his swollen lower lip he smiled. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Chris.

"Stop standing outside my apartment you stalker. Go home and take that cold shower;) x"

Darrens heart nearly stopped, it was beating so hard. He headed down the stairs, got into his car and pulled out his phone.

"Thank you. For the kiss. And for the other kiss. And the one after that. And for...and for telling me you thought I was cute. I'm heading home now, but...thank you :) x"

Hitting send, he switched the radio on as he started the engine. He couldn't help but laugh at the timing of the song that playing...

"Im'a get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight..."

Chuckling to himself, he ignored the persistent ache in his groin that was refusing to subside, put the car into drive and pulled away.