A/N: Okay so I'm really sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long. I really wanted to update sooner, but alas, stupid homework calls. I love you guys with all your reviews and everything. And all you lucky people that got to see Darren in NYC! Here we pick up!

And that's when the door to Chris's room burst open.

"What is it? What's happening?" yelled a loud voice.

Darren came all over Chris's chest and his own. There was a bellowing noise that sounded like yelling, but Chris couldn't hear. The blood was pounding in his ears to loud and his eyes were rolled back in his head. His stomach burned and uncoiled as he came inside Darren. But then there was more yelling and Darren was pulling himself off Chris so quickly Chris felt like crying. And then he peeled open his eyelids to see his father and mother at the door, his mother cowering from behind his father, whose face was redder than Chris had ever seen it. Everything was happening so quickly. Darren had grabbed the top sheet and was holding it up in front of himself, literally trembling.

Chris heard Hannah out in the hall. "Mommy! Daddy! Mommy? Hey! What's happening?"

Mr. Colfer looked around the room for a second, the slammed the door quickly and walked away.

Chris heard his mother comforting Hannah out in the hall, and he heard a door slam in the background. He looked over at Darren, who was still trembling and looking horribly shocked.

"Oh. My. God. Please tell me this is some horrid nightmare." Chris was shaking, both from his recent orgasm and the events that followed. He felt his eyes sting with frustrated tears and he felt like he was going to throw up. His face was burning with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Chris. It was m-my fault, I shouldn't have- shouldn't have been that loud, b-but I just couldn't help it." Darren looked as though he was about to cry.

"I know, Darren. It's not your fault." Chris fell back on his pillows with a loud sigh. "What the hell are we going to do now?" he asked.

"We could always just leave now." Darren suggested, wincing at the thought of being rude and leaving before even really getting to know the parents of his boyfriend. "They're gonna hate me now anyways."

"I couldn't leave now. It wouldn't be fair to Hannah. We're just going to have to face them tomorrow." Chris felt his stomach shake at the thought of facing his parents the next morning. If we plan on being together for a while, you're going to have to get to know them sometime. Show them the other side of you."

"I'm pretty sure they just saw every side of me." Darren mumbled.

"Darren, we'll get through this. Damn, I feel like that's all I've been saying lately. We can't even relax in my own house!"

"Well, I don't know if you would call that relaxing…" Darren said quietly, before laying down next to Chris and turning off the light.

"What are you doing?" whispered Chris.

"Getting some rest. I'm tired. I don't want to stay up all night worrying about this."

Chris turned away from Darren in the small queen bed, looking out the window. He was so nervous and upset and worried he thought he might faint or throw up. Part of him wondered if maybe he should go see his parents now, but he didn't want to do that either. He figured it was best to just let the whole thing sort of blow-over until the morning. He felt a few worried tears slip out of his eyes and he squeezed them shut, trying to block them out. Think calming thoughts, Chris. Think happy thoughts. Think of New York. Yes, New York! And think of Struck By Lightning. It will be okay, Chris. Just calm down.

He felt a warm arm sneak around his waist and he sighed, scooting closer to Darren as the shorter man spooned him. He knew then that no matter what happened tomorrow, in the end it would all still be okay. He would still have Darren.

The morning light was filling up the room. Chris groaned and tried to squeeze his eyes shut again. He really didn't want to go to work today. Wait- where was he? Oh. Shit. He thought as he slowly remembered the events of the previous night and fear and nerves once again crept into his stomach, making him tense his muscles. He stayed like that for what felt like ages, dreading the thought of leaving the warm bed, the safe room. He chanced a peak at the clock beside his nightstand.

It was already 11:30. They had obviously slept really late. His parents still hadn't gotten them up, which surprised Chris slightly. He wondered how long they could stay in here. He slowly stepped out of bed, careful not to disturb Darren, whose arm was still around him, and pulled on a clean pair of boxers and some sweatpants. He dug a t-shirt out of the drawer and was pulling it over his head when he heard voices coming from outside his door.

"No, Hannah, don't wake them up yet."

"But, Mom, what happened last night?"

Karyn sounded distressed. "There was some…confusion...last night. Daddy just thought there was a burglar or something because your brother and Darren were screaming."

"Why were they screaming?" Hannah seemed suspicious.

Chris winced. He knew that his mom didn't like to lie to them, but he had no idea how she was going to react to Hannah's question.

"They were…really tied up…stressed and stuff…" Chris held his breath, leaning in closer to the door. "Darren was going to faint, I think. I don't know what to tell you, Hannah…" she sounded unusually sad, and Chris heard her walk down the hall, Hannah following after her.

"But- Mom! Wait! WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Chris felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, looking into his boyfriend's worried eyes. "So are we gonna do this?" asked Darren quietly.

"Now or never," gulped Chris as he threw some clothes into the dirty laundry and readjusted the sheets on the bed. He padded slowly toward the bathroom attached to his room and wiped off his face while he waited for Darren to clean some of the dried-up semen from last night off his chest and put on a fresh pair of clothes. His eyes met Chris's in the bathroom mirror and they both reached for the other's hand simultaneously.

"C'mon, we face the paparazzi, how bad can this be?" asked Darren in a slightly lighter manner, before squeezing Chris's hand and kissing him on the cheek.

The two slowly walked over to Chris's door, pulling it open with a deep breath and walking out into the hall. It was empty. Chris led the way down the stairs into the living room. He looked back, noticing that the door to his parent's room was closed. He kept walking. He felt like he was walking up to a noose. He hadn't been this nervous to see someone since auditioning for Ryan Murphy.

The two walked down together, and into the kitchen, where Hannah was sitting down in a chair with a glass of water and some type of powder in front of her. Chris felt his heart fall a little. His mother always crushed up her pills because she hated swallowing them whole.

Hannah's face lit up when she saw him. "CHRISIE!" she yelled and pushed back her chair, jumping up and wrapping her arms around him. Avoiding his mother's surprised glance his way, he hugged her back, whispering "I love you," into her hair. Darren walked in behind him sheepishly, and Hannah looked past Chris and giggled. "What?" asked Chris.

"He's cuter in person." She whispered.

Darren laughed loudly, and walked forward to give her a hug and formally introduce himself as the "Most Awesome Guy in the Entire World." Chris rolled his eyes. But then Chris's mom's voice broke to silence as she told Hannah to finish her pills and go up to her room.

Hannah seemed disappointed and looked like she wanted to argue, but simply spooned the powder into her mouth with a disgusted look, downing the entire glass of water and leaving the room.

Karyn walked over to the small kitchen sliding door without even a glance at the couple, before closing it and sitting down at the kitchen table.

"So…obviously…we have some discussing to do." She said, finally meeting Chris's eyes.

A/N: sorry a little sloppy, a little boring, but necessary to get to the next part. I will update asahp.