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Chapter 10 Movin' On

Considering he didn't get to bed till 3.00 am and that he had drunk way too much, his wake-up call at 10 am was not welcome. Chris had answered the phone and then banged it back into the cradle when he heard the recorded message and pain shot into his shoulder. The noise hurt his throbbing head. So did the light coming in the drapes he hadn't closed last night.

"Oh my god, please just let me die", he moaned. He lay there, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the pain in his arm, when he heard further pounding on the door. "Please stop…" he whimpered. The pounding sounded again; he knew the only way it would stop was if he answered the door.

He threw the covers back and sat up very slowly. His head and his arm stayed on… More pounding. "I'm coming" he snarled under his breath. He rose and walked carefully to the door. He opened it after fiddling with the frustrating chain thing to find the waiter just raising his fist to pound again. He said "Good Morning, Sir. I have your breakfast" Chris closed his eyes as he backed away behind the door and let the waiter in.

Cory was walking by in the hallway and took the opportunity to deke in behind the waiter. Chris looked down and noticed he was entertaining this morning wearing just his snug knit boxers. Crap. The waiter sailed on into the room, set the tray on the table and opened the drapes all the way. He began to set up the silverware and arrange the plates and then he poured the coffee.

Chris put his hand over his eyes to help block the blinding light. Cory stood just inside the door with a big grin on his face and his thumbs hooked in his jean pockets. "Man, you were seriously soused last night! How're ya doing now?"

The waiter slid out behind Cory and left the room. He was very familiar with hung over guests and felt some sympathy for the obviously suffering young man. As he left, Chris remembered he should have tipped him. Crap.

"Unnng", he grunted and moved his hand up to his forehead to help support his head. He turned around and went back toward the bed, trying to locate his pants. Where the hell were they? Man, he felt grim. "Cory, do you have any Tylenol or Advil or anything?" He had used up all of his and hadn't yet picked up another bottle.

"Yeah, I thought you might need some. Here's some Advils". Cory passed over a bottle to him.

"Oh, thanks …I love you, man",he mumbled as he shook out four and swallowed them with some water from the tray he wasn't going to eat any of.

"Yeah, sure; you're spreading it around lately". Cory laughed his dirty joke cackle.

He reviewed what Cory had said in his head, looking for the joke. "What? What are you talking about?"

"You mean you don't remember tonguing Darren and feelin' up his ass while you were humpin' him? Man, it was hot! I wish I had thought to video it; you coulda' caught it on UTube. Maybe somebody else got it".

Oh my God…He dropped to the bed, recalling now in vivid detail exactly what Darren and he were doing with each other in front of all their friends. "Oh, sweet Jesus" he collapsed back into the bed and pulled the pillow over his head.

Cory laughed like a maniac at the horrified look on Chris' face as he keeled over backward.

"Please, please tell me you're kidding about the UTube thing?"He begged from under the pillow.

"Hey man, we're your friends, we wouldn't sell you out. But you're lucky you didn't pull that action till you were upstairs with nobody else there but us. Holy shit! Where did that come from? I thought he was straight… Not so much, I guess, eh? He was humpin' you right back and he was into it. Do you guys like, fuck or what?"

"Geeze Cory, we were both pissed".

"Yeah?...Well, lots of people have been pissed around you too and they haven't tongued you…or humped you...or fucked you... So do you?"

"Give it a rest, would you? I wouldn't have left him standing there if we were, would I?"

"I guess. But you are the one who left. He woulda' done it".

"What the hell do you know about it? It's not like with a girl, that you can screw when she's totally tanked; it kinda takes some cooperation. Shit, I don't believe…I am not going to discuss this with you anymore. Go away. I need a shower. "

Cory snickered and, leaving a couple more Advil for him for later, took the bottle with him when he left; he was pretty sure he would find more people who would want some.

After his shower, Chris knew the Advil he had taken were kicking in 'cause his arm had recovered enough for him to even shave with his right hand. As he went through his morning routine, his head started feeling better, too. He recalled Ryan's ultimatum. It was already 10.35. He dressed in his comfort clothes again, jeans and a T-shirt with a shirt over it and then went into overdrive and packed up all his stuff into his luggage. He was careful to wrap the glass rose from Darren in the bubble wrap he had saved for that purpose and tuck it inside a shoe.

He texted Darren to see if he was up and functioning yet. They needed a plan. Ashley had texted back in response to his message last night, saying of course she wouldn't say anything to anyone and that he should have known that without asking. Greaaat, now she was pissed off at him too. It was shaping up to be a wonderful day.

His phone tweetled the 'Soul Sisters' tone that meant it was Darren. He had texted saying he was packed and could he come to his room to talk. He responded 'k, 2422' and finished up his own packing. They were coming for the luggage any minute.

Darren arrived at the same time as the bell man for the luggage. They waited till he had left with the bags and then Darren and he went to the window to sit. God, he looked like crap. He offered the two extra Advil to Darren who gratefully accepted them. His eyes looked bruised, they were so red and hung over. He found himself feeling sorry for him, though he was still hurt and angry. He poured a fresh cup of coffee for him and then finished the orange juice himself. He buttered one of the croissants and tore off a hunk with his teeth. He was feeling decidedly better. He offered the other croissant to Darren, who shook his head.

"Chris, I want to apologize. I should never have started that and then...it got way out of hand. I know…I have no right. I'm so sorry". It just felt so good. I miss you. I miss…holding you.

"Yeah…Well. We both screwed up…Cory was here already, asking if we get together to fuck".

"Oh man. What did you tell him?" Oh Geeze, they all know?

I said "Would I have left you like that last night, if we were?"

"So we're gonna say we don't? We were just pissed up?" That might work.

"Yeah. Well, my behaviour wasn't such a shock, no more than they expected of me, all pissed up. I am the gay guy who isn't getting any. It was you that kind of freaked them out, you being straight and all". He left that statement sitting on the table between them. He was so confused about what Darren was thinking, behaving like that, last night. Friends didn't behave like they had last night.

"I guess I have to figure out how to explain me being into you so hard".

"Yeah, I'd like to hear that too". It makes me hope you want me as bad as I want you.

"I've been thinking a lot about that". God, why can't I stop thinking about that?

Chris' phone tweetled again with the Bust Your Windows tone that meant it was Amber. 'whr r u? u r L8.' He checked the time on his phone. They were supposed to be in the lobby at 11.15 and it was now 11.20. He replied 'b thr 5 min'.

"We have to go now, Dare. They're waiting".

"I think it's character bleed. Blaine is gay, so maybe I've absorbed some of his feelings".

"You are so full of shit, Darren!" Chris snarled at Darren. "Bi is closer to the truth; I think 'Method'ing Blaine gave your psyche permission to let bi-Darren out to play. You like being fucked waaay too much to have it be character bleed! It's that or you're a closet gay, in denial or something."

Darren looked askance at him and shook his head. "Geeze man, you're vicious with a hangover, aren't you?" Then he shrugged his shoulders and snorted. "But, if I'm honest, you are right … 'Bi' it is. I don't think I'm a closet gay. I mean, I've never found any other guy even vaguely attractive, other than you, anyway." Darren still hadn't found a way to categorize himself and his feelings for Chris but if people wanted to call him Bisexual he didn't have a problem with that. Labels weren't important to him.

Chris gave him an exasperated look, as he grabbed his shoulder bag and Darren grabbed his duffle and they took the elevator down to the lobby.

They didn't realize until they arrived together how it would look. They all, of course, assumed that since they had last seen them leave together after they had been making out and then they had arrived together, that they had spent the night together too. It didn't help their image much. Cory knew better but he wasn't saying anything. They just kept right on walking, through the heckling and teasing, on to the bus that would take them to the airport and their private jet to the next city on their tour, San Jose. Once they arrived at the airport they were ushered by security to a private lounge to wait for departure.

They were on. He and Darren stepped to the front of the lounge and asked for their attention. It took a couple of minutes to get it since the gang wasn't expecting them to be serious about talking to them. Darren took center stage and started first. "Hi guys. I just wanted to apologize for our…my behaviour last night". His gaze running over them all stopped at Ashley who was glaring at him. He knew how she felt about Chris. There was a ripple of amusement through the rest of the gang and one of confusion from the Warblers. Apparently their escapade hadn't spread that far...yet. "It was totally inappropriate and I can only plead that I was totally pissed.

I think I do want to clear up a couple of misconceptions you might have about Chris and me, though. I have been trying Method acting to try to connect with Blaine better; I think I'm there". He smiled wryly and another chuckle went through the crowd.

"Actually, Chris and I have shared a few kisses, both in character and not, and I discovered I liked them. I thought it might have been character bleed from Blaine. You know, we shot that kiss scene for almost a whole day and it got more and more normal for me, I guess. It wasn't that big a leap for me from playing Blaine being attracted to Kurt to being Darren attracted to Chris. Chris thinks that maybe I've always been bi and the Method stuff just allowed me to let 'bi-Darren' out to play, as he puts it. Whatever way you want to explain it, yeah, I guess I did like making out with him.

I'm still coming to terms with that. Are we lovers? No we're not, not as of now. Maybe someday that might change. I don't know." He glanced to Chris who was watching him with a disconcerted look on his face. "But we would appreciate it if this information would stay private. We've learned our lesson and there will be no more overindulging in booze and PDA's". That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.

Darren stopped talking and looked to Chris, who stood up next. "Yeah, I want to apologize too about the way we behaved. There's no way I can justify that kind of behaviour, even if we were tanked. Should it ever happen again, please just …um, leave the room until I get me some," he leered at Darren who punched his shoulder and shook his head. Another ripple of laughter ran through the room as he sat back down. The Warblers had caught up and were on the same page; they seemed surprised at the news that Darren might be bisexual, but they knew if they wanted to continue to work for Glee, or anyone else in the business for that matter, they had better not leak anything not approved for publication. They all liked Darren and Chris anyway and it really didn't matter much to them, if Darren was bi or straight, anyway.

Cory had been watching Chris and Darren while they spoke. He stood up, considered a minute and said "You know, a few of us have been guilty of making out during parties or at people's homes. I'm not sure why you think this was any different. Ok, the fact that it was Darren with you kind of threw us at first, but really, I think we have evolved to the point where we're okay with you playing tonsil hockey with whomever, if you want to... And you know you want to, right dude?" He laughed his dirty joke cackle again while he fist bumped Chris' shoulder and sat down.

There was a general consensus with Cory's appraisal of the situation. They all agreed that it was not good form to make out in public, for anybody, but it wasn't a major transgression, just poor manners. Now, getting past that into an R rating was definitely seriously rude. They all agreed should that ever happen with any of them, that they would like a reminder from their friends.

Darren leaned over and whispered to Chris. "I'm pretty sure we were getting into seriously rude territory, weren't we?"

"I think they're trying to let us off lightly; they are our friends. And yeah, I think humping each other with them there was seriously rude…" They looked at each other with rueful looks on their faces, both of them recalling how incredible it had felt.