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Okay, yes I screwed up massivly. Uploading was really important to me but somehow I never really got to write and so yes I am so sorry for letting you all wait so long for this next chapter and yes it's not much and I think the next one won't be either BUT the next chapter will be REALLY and I mean REALLY imporant for the further well being of our beloved hobbit.
On the other hand I can all tell you that no I haven't just sat around and did nothing. I really didn't, because I'm currently working on something really cool for this story with someone without whom it wouldn't be possible. But I am sure the final thing will be awesome...hopefully^^
So yes...
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Darren was lying on the mattress as he remembered when the rays of light started tickling his nose. There were noises around him but Darren didn't even think about getting up and doing something about the steady roar and laughter from across the room. He ignored it, groaned loudly and turned around before he cuddled into a lose blanket once again.

Wait. Blanket. Laughter. Something wasn't as Darren had left it. The doors had been locked and hell he hadn't even felt strong enough to get himself a blanket when he had fallen onto the mattress last night. So, he listened closely and within just a few seconds it was clear that Lauren and Joe had already arrived. So, they aren't as cruel as I thought, Darren thought to himself as he was still lying on the mattress cuddled into his blanket.

"Joe, look at this. Why are they so cute. I can't even believe it. Darren really seems blind or he just ignores it if he can't see this.", Lauren said before Joe made a sound that sounded like something between an `aw´ and a laugh.

Darren's consciousness slipped and he fell back into an easy sleep, now that he knew that he wasn't alone anymore, protected by his friends he felt a whole lot better than wandering around in an empty building, not that he had been scared, but knowing that there was someone watching over you was always calming.

It was just when Darren had fully drifted off to a more peaceful sleep that Joe looked up from the picture on Lauren's phone. Darren was looking up at him, a smile on his face and next to his curly haired friend there was another familiar face that was smiling just as bright and wide as Darren himself. Chris and Darren had something that didn't even needed to be discussed there were just no word for the connection these two had even on simple pictures like this.

"No, actually I think he knows. He knows all of that and it's not that he doesn't sees it but that he denies it. He doesn't want to see it, but I really don't know why. If it wouldn't be Darren I would say he is afraid of consequences but Darren is the most open person I know. I just can't imagine him being afraid of saying `Yes, I love a man´, but maybe I am wrong. I'm just really worried that if he doesn't talk to anyone soon, this entire thing is going to have no good effects on his work here. The way he's behaving since he came back from New York really isn't bringing us forth in any way and I don't think Darren likes living like this either. One of us or both need to talk to him, Lauren and it's better sooner than later. The earlier he tells us the better we can help him and look that all of this has its well deserved happy ending. … And yes they are just adorable."

The number on the fridge looked tempting. It already looked too tempting as Chris sat there, his arms lying on the kitchen counter and his head resting on said arms, as he stared at the piece of paper taped to the fridge. But Chris told himself that, `No, you are not going to call him´ over and over again.

Chris had probably sat like that for a few minutes already, staring at the god damned number and hoping that either his phone would start ringing or the number would just vanish. The vanishing was just so that Chris would finally get up and do something more useful with his time like writing his new script or finish the book that he still had to finish till Christmas and he had some more left to go till he would finally be FINISHED with that! But no, not even thinking of everything that would break down onto him was enough to make Chris get his glance away from the number wrote in a blue shade against the white of the paper.

Tempting. Temptation. Want. Longing. It was all Chris could manage to feel and think about. But if he would call Dan now it would really have a desperate touch wouldn't it? Yeah, it definitely would. It had been just yesterday that they had met. Usually you didn't call on the day after that, did you? Well, actually Chris had no idea what to do, but it wouldn't get better from just staring at the fucking number. It just wouldn't help Chris out of this situation. He knew that his phone would only be ringing, because Ashley or Diana or someone else would be calling him, getting him outside into the open. Dan didn't even have his number for god's sake! He had to make a move at some point, but he didn't know if now would be okay or if tomorrow or the day after that would be better. It was all way to difficult.

But still Chris sat there and didn't move an inch, staring at the number even though he knew it wasn't really constructively. He just wasn't able bring his thoughts away from the shining eyes and the dazzling smile of Dan. It really wasn't healthy, Chris knew that too but at least Dan was everything but Darren. Had Chris only found a similarity between them he would have strictly said no , but he hadn't and now he was in this situation. Maybe these differences were why Chris couldn't stop thinking about Dan, because he had finally found someone how was just like him and wasn't like Darren at all and Chris himself could finally get over that. Maybe Dan was exactly what he needed to make the last few steps into his new life. He had come so far and now the last bit of the way someone came and was helping him go it, even though Dan didn't know it, Chris found it really calming knowing that he was able to find other man attractive that weren't Darren. A little time ago he would have said that there would probably never be someone, he could look at the way he had looked at Darren. But now thinks had changed and Chris felt so relieved.

But then again he felt bad. Like a player using Dan for his uses. For getting over Darren. But on the other hand, he really like Dan for just him. For the funny and attractive guy he was and he was sure that if they got to know each other more thoroughly, he would find himself falling for him. He just knew it. The way he started smiling when he looked at the blue letters on the white paper and when he started remembering yesterday night spoke entire books. He definitely was interested in Dan so he wasn't using him. No way. He had always sworn that he would never fall so low to do that and he wasn't. The only cruel think would have been letting Darren fall, but Darren had never cared for him in that way and the certainly never would. He had have such a long time to sort out his feelings when they had worked together and he never had. So, that equaled that Darren was straight as ever and he could get happy again. Darren would probably find himself and new girlfriend and Chris would hopefully have on too by that time and than they could live their life's the way Darren had always wanted it. As really good friends that they could stay, but they would both be happy knowing that none of that was suffering because of the other.

"Time heals all wounds", people say and so moving forward was good. Everything would get better and Chris would be happy here in Los Angles and Darren would be happy doing his A Very Potter Threequel. Life would be good.

A smile crept over Chris' face as he thought about that. He really like the idea of him and Darren staying friend, but both of them living their happy lives the way they always had wanted. He really whished that his thoughts would become reality. He didn't want to get hurt by his feelings anymore. He didn't want to get betrayed by his body anymore.

The radio next to Chris was still playing songs and Chris was somewhere entirely else when a rather old song came on. `New Age´.

Whatever it was
I'm over it now
With everyday
It gets better

And suddenly Chris was back in reality, knowing that exactly that was true. He really was mostly over Darren. Sure, there were still traces of what had been but Darren was a constant thing on his mind anymore. A new reason to start his new life, go down a new way that wasn't labeled `Darren is the only man in my life´. Everything that would come now was so much more important. Clinging to the past had always been the wrong thing to do and now Chris was letting go of the old and started to grasp the new things that were waiting for him.

He got up and snatched the number from the fridge and got his cell out. It was time that things changed. For good.

Darren was once again surrounded by sheets of paper filled with notes and letters, but working seemed to be something he couldn't do anymore. It really was not going like Darren wanted. As he started at the notes and letters he had wrote he felt nothing. It was so much more difficult than he could remember it had ever been. Time seemed to go so much lower than it ever had and it felt almost as if it stopped. Stretched out like gum it was lying in front of Darren and he couldn't change a damn thing about how he felt or anything…like really anything. He couldn't leave and stay a little to himself because it would draw attention to him, but he couldn't keep on pretending that nothing had changed. Well, actually it hadn't. Everything was still quite the same, even his feelings only that now they were much more present at all time and not buried in a little tiny corner of his brain were he avoided to ever go, denying that he had that little corner when someone had asked. Maybe that was what had changed but nothing more. Still Darren didn't feel like working right now. He just couldn't concentrate on this really important thing he had to do, which had been his one and only before. For what he had lived and still did.

"Hey, Dar. You don't look to good. Are you okay?", Jamie asked from behind him. Darren was almost tempted to say that he really didn't feel that good, but kept quite. He had to start living this way. Chris was his friend in Los Angles, which he knew was a little bit far away, so things wouldn't change all too soon. Instead Darren recalled his and Chris conversation from their last day.

"I'm gonna see you at the opening night of A Very Potter Threequel, aren't I?", Darren asked, looking Chris directly in the eyes.

"We'll see." Chris poke out his tongue just as he himself always did. Chris was smiling, but it really didn't seem real. Deep down in his eyes Darren saw a little spark of fear and sadness.

"Okay." With that he slipped into the backseat and closed the door. HeDarren sank into the backseat and was just shifting around when his eyes caught a glimpse of Chris, standing there and looking after the car that now slowly started moving. His eyes were focused only on the slender figure standing there in the night, the light from the club shining on his face. Chris grew smaller and smaller as Darren was watching.

That moment still sent waves of sadness and a little guilt over Darren when he remembered hw Chris had stood there looking after him as he had left him standing in the darkness. But as he remembered it now he wanted to take Chris' `We'll see´ as a `yes, we will´ even though he didn't really knew. But then again maybe he really would be there. Chris had shown interest in his work when he had been in New York, but that also could just have been a pleasantry.

Stop, stop, stop. A voice in Darren's head suddenly screamed. The usually sarcastic voice that was always showing him how unworthy and low going he was now screamed at him to stop thinking like that. `Don't dare to think that he wouldn't come. He loves your work. Remember the first day you met and the day after that. He quotes and loves everything about the musicals. If you give him the chance to come he will´. It was so weird that his `well, congratulations you finally figured it out´ -sarcastic voice had something good to it. But still it always was the truth, if Darren had wanted it or not. And hopefully this time his voice was right again, but deep down inside him he knew that it had to be right.

"Darren? Dar? Hey! Wake up!" Lauren and Jamie were standing in front of him, Lauren waving her hand in front of Darren's face and Jamie just looked at him worry all over her face.

"Thank the gods, Dar, what's wrong with you?", Lauren got a little louder than necessary but Jamie just took Lauren's arm and kneeled down in front of them.

"Do you really think you are okay after last night. You are pale Dar and to me and Joe you really didn't look all too good. Maybe you should consider leaving." There was a faint smile playing around her lips. She really thought he wasn't okay and Darren himself knew that sleeping would probably the best thing to get him back a little more on track than staying here and trying to work though the music and as an result to mess it up completely, because that was the only thing that really would happen.

"No, really I'm okay." Darren gave her the same smile back as he focused his glance back on the sheets, knowing that he might have made the wrong decision, but there was one thing playing on his mind that wanted to get A Very Potter Threequel done as fast as he could. It was the thought of Chris coming to Chicago and being with him and his friends. Darren knew it wasn't much and that that alone wouldn't change anything but the thought of Chris being here with him got him the energy he needed to fully rap his mind around the music.

Chris was eager to make himself ready for another night out. He had called Dan and the conversation had gone so easy that at one point Dan suddenly had asked him out for a couple of drinks at a club just a few blocks down the street. So Chris now had his plans for the night and was shining like a little star in the night with his huge smile displayed on his face as he ran though his bedroom. He hadn't quite decided of what to wear and maybe he was a little nervous about tonight but Ashley who was sitting on his bed was assuring him that everything was going to be okay. Chris had told her about Dan, sure he had and she had just smiled and listened while Chris had started smiling more and more as he talked about how funny Dan had been and various other things. Sure, it really was quite too early to tell if there would be more to Chris and him than friendship, but still Chris had his hopes up, because he had gotten to the realization throughout the day that he did like Dan.

"Ash, what should I wear? I'm a little indecisively what would be good.", Chris had a more or less pained look on his face as he held up various pieces of clothing.

"I don't know, but really Chris why do you even ask me you always look awesome, really. There is nothing you could wear that he wouldn't like." Chris shot her a glare as if to say `really, that's trash I look so horrible sometimes and you know that´, but Ashley just smile and ignored Chris' icy look.

An hour later Chris was standing outside of the club, waiting for Dan to arrive. He somehow had come past the obstacle of the clothing problem and had made it on time to the club. And soon a figure clad in skinny blue jeans and a black v neck shirt rounded the corner and came straight towards Chris, with a huge smile curling the soft looking lips of a very familiar raven black haired man.

"Hey Chris", the man addressed him as he just stood a few feet away, looking him directly in the eyes, or at least trying to because Chris' glance was still focused on tight jeans and even tighter shirt said man wore tonight. When Chris finally was shaken out of his observation and his today shining blue eyes met the emerald ones again, Chris was once more taken aback by how green they really were.

"Hey, Dan.", Chris responded a little bit too late but Dan didn't seem to mind that much, because his smile just grew a little wider. Slowly Chris' brain began proceeding again because the question that had ghosted around his mind the entire day once again came up into his consciousness.

"So,…Dan is that all there is to your name or is there more that I could ask for? You know me . My name at the least and I just have Dan, so are you willing to tell me a little more about yourself?" Chris smiled brightly as he asked and Dan just laughed and shook his head.

"Oh, Chris I'm sorry. Sure, I'm Daniel William. I completely forgot that I didn't tell you. I'm sorry.", he grinned and looked at Chris though Chris saw the apologetic spark shine in Dan's eyes as he said so. And then he held out his hand towards Chris. It took Chris a little before he understood and took Dan's outstretched hand and shook it.

"My name is Daniel Williams. Nice to meet you Chris Colfer." Dan's smile was huge and Chris' was just about the same size as the two man stood there in a parking lot at night shaking hands and smiling like little kids that meet for the first time. For someone who had just passed by the two had seemed a little out of place and maybe even weird as they stood there.

"So, Chris would you like me to take you out on a couple of drinks?",Dan asked still smiling huge but when Chris realized what Dan had just asked and how he had Chris smile vanished in an instant.

"Is…Is this a date…or what?",Chris asked, the nervousness was hearable in his shaking voice, but he didn't care. If Dan said no than at least Chris would know that there was only friendship to Dan's behavior and not more.

"If you want it to be…If not that's just fine with me. I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want." Dan's smile was still there, displayed on his face but it wasn't as huge anymore and there was an edge of sadness in his eyes if Chris saw it right.

"No...no, no.", Chris laughed, "I want it to be one." And as the words were out of his mouth he knew it was right. It was good and it was right and it felt incredible. So yes, he wanted it.

"Cool, then it's a date. My treat." Dan grinned once again and this time his eyes shown with his grin as he held the door open and let Chris pass through.

And as Chris passed Dan on the way into the club, his cheeks heated with a huge blush and Chris realized he was happy again. He was really happy again.