Umm…authors note…?

I'm just gonna take care of that later.


(Darren Criss's POV)

It was about eleven-o-clock when we finally docked into the harbor of the beautiful island. Mark was in the middle of dragging everyone but me and Chris off the boat to go play disc golf. I walked into the kitchen to find Chris filling water bottles and packing other things into a backpack for our hike. He was wearing a tight gray half sleeved tee with black athletic shorts and sneakers. I asked him if he needed any help but he said that he'd had it covered.

"Dianna, let's go!" Mark yelled down the stairs for the third time in the past five minutes.

"Calm your ASS!" we heard Dianna yell, we could hear her slamming her door on the lower level of the ship. "I'm coming!" Chris and I exchanged amused looks as we continued to listen to their argument.

"Everyone's already walking down to the course! They're gonna start without us!" Mark yelled again, trudging down the stairs to meet Dianna. They both ended up walking into the kitchen at the same time.

"Oh yeah? Well I wanted to go hiking anyway." Dianna said, turning as if she was about to go back down the stairs.

"No no!" Mark said as he reached out to stop her from going down the stairs again. "You're the only one who's actually good at the freaking game…besides me of course."

Dianna giggled and chewed on her lip. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Salling."

Mark and Dianna started up the stairs and waved goodbye to me and Chris. "Have fun guys," Mark said, "don't injure yourselves!"

Dianna turned around on the stairs for a moment. "Hey Dare?" she said.

"Yeah Dianna?"

She looked down at her feet apathetically for a second, a different expression appeared on her face a moment later. "Nevermind, have a good time."

What was that? I turned to ask her what was wrong but she disappeared up the stairs before I could speak. "Well!" I said, turning around again to where Chris was putting trail mix into some baggies. "I guess we should head out soon."

"Yup, I guess you're right. Are you sure you don't want to play disc golf? I mean, I could just watch? Going on a hike all by ourselves seems a little…"

"What, Chris, you don't want to spend time with me?"

"No…no I just don't know about…"

"What…?" I teased him and moved closer. "Too much sexual tension?" I leaned against the stone counter, my eyes locking on his lips, waiting for his reaction.

An abrupt cough came from the doorway at the other side of the room. Chris jumped and I looked over to see Austin standing there.

When did he get there?

"Oh hi, Austin! Did you sleep well?" I said in a chipper tone as I moved away from Chris and the counter. The idea that I was kind of acting like an asshole never came across my mind. I put on an overly polite smile and grabbed a bottle of Vitamin Water out of the fridge.

"Um…I was fine. I slept fine."

I nodded as I took a swig of the sweet drink, leaning against the counter again. Chris glared at me as he closed up the backpack he'd been filling and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

"Well, we should probably get going then!" Chris said in a tone that I could tell was nervous. He walked past me and towards Austin. "I'll see you later?" Chris pecked the Australian on the cheek. Austin looked towards me and then back at Chris. He cupped Chris's face and brought him in for a sweet lingering kiss.

Ew, no. What? Why did he have to do that in front of me?

"Of course." Austin whispered as he let go of Chris, letting him go up the stairs.

"Bye Austin." Chris wore a smile that looked a little pained to me. "I'll be on deck, Darren."

"Sounds good, sweet cheeks!" I said daringly as I took another sip of my drink. I looked at Austin and not much to my surprise, he was looking at me like I was a filthy whore.

"What the hell?" Austin's tone was low (and awfully threatening). It caught me by surprise and I my Vitamin Water went down the wrong pipe. I was attacked by a coughing fit and finally responded a minute later when I had cleared my throat.

"Excuse me?" My eyes were teary from coughing and my voice sounded scratchy and worn. A stinging in my throat returned and I coughed a few more times, I'm pretty sure a stray tear fell from my eyes.

Very intimidating.

"I've seen how you guys are around each other, I'm not a fucking dill!" Austin raised his voice and stepped further into the kitchen.

"…dill?"

"It's an Australian term for an idiot." Austin covered his eyes in frustration. "Look, I know there's something more between you two and I'd really just like to know what the hell is going on."

Well I'm kind of cornered here, aren't I? He looks…pissed. Is it right to tell him? Chris would most likely get really, really pissed at me for ruining a perfectly good relationship. Well, I guess you can't really call it a perfectly good relationship if we're in this situation. But still it's not my—

"And I know that I'm probably overstepping my boundaries by accusing anyone of anything but I'm just so damn confused." Austin continued. I stood there and listened, not like I had thought of something to say anyway. "You guys give each other those damn looks and you sang that damn song and you were goddamn snuggling in your bed last night and damn damn damn goddamn it."

Wait a minute…snuggling? "How did you…?"

"Yes, Darren. I saw you guys last night."

OH SHIT.

"I saw you cuddling and wrapped all over each other with your fucking hands clasped. What am I supposed to think that means?"

I sighed in relief and then got back to the conversation before Austin could analyze my sigh. "That I like to cuddle?" I said lowly, with the tiny hope that he would believe me.

Austin made a defeated grunt as he plopped himself onto one of the stools next to the counter, rubbing his face in his hands. "I like him, Darren. I like him a lot. And I know that you guys have known each other for who knows how long and…"

"…really hasn't been that long…" I muttered under my breath, pretty sure that he couldn't hear me.

"…he's the first guy that I've ever considered a legitamite long-term relationship with and I don't want to fuck this up. What if this is my one chance, Darren? What if Chris is the one for me? Am I good enough for him? Do you think he thinks I'm just some summer fling that he hooked up with on a vacation? What if—what if—oh god, I'm rambling. I'm rambling to you of all people."

Should I be insulted? I feel like I should be insulted. I can't really tell right now, my logical senses are being overtaken by the fear of him releasing his fury upon me.

"Never took you as the swearing type." I said, finally.

"Yeah, well I guess we don't really know each other, do we?"

I chuckled in response as I took another sip of my drink nervously. A moment passed before Austin spoke up again.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"What question?" Haha…What am I doing?

"What the fuck's going on."

"Look, Austin. Chris and I are just extremely close."

"Oh yeah? So everything is completely platonic?" Austin said sarcastically.

"Completely."

"That's a shitload of pork pie, and you know it."

"Wait—pork—what? What the hell is a pork pie?" I looked at him like he was insane…which he pretty much is.

"You've been practically eye fucking him this whole time and you expect me to think that it's nothing! You expect me to think that it's just entirely friendly!"

"…What, is that some sort of barbeque or something?"

"For Christ's sake Darren, it means a lie! A pork pie is a lie!"

"Why would I be lying?"

"I don't know, maybe because you don't want to be sprung!"

"Wha—What the hell? I don't understand your bizarre Australian vernacular, Austin!" I said, moving towards the stairs.

"Well I'm sorry that I can't filter it out when I'm mad!" I ignored him and started walking up the stairs. "And hey, I'm not done talking."

"Yeah, well I am."


(Chris Colfer's POV)

Darren seemed very passive when he met me on top of the ship. I asked him if he was ready to go and he just grunted in response as he walked off the vessel.

Oh cool, hey moody Darren! Quite moody today aren't we?

"What's wrong, Darren?" I sighed and followed him as he fast walked down the platform and onto the dock.

"Nothing's wrong. Everything's great! Why would anything be wrong? That sure is a silly question to ask, don't you think?"

"Darren, how old are we?" I reached for his arm to get him to stop walking so damn fast. "Tell me what's up." He sighed loudly and slowed down for me.

"It's nothing okay? I just had a little run in with Austin."

I stopped dead in my tracks and stared wide eyed at the back of his head. A run in with Austin? What the hell does a run in mean? Is that a fight? Did they get into a fight? Was there a freaking brawl in the kitchen as soon as I left?

A moment later he noticed that I wasn't next to him and turned around. "What?" Darren said.

"You…you…had a run in?"

"No, not like that, babe. We just had a little argument."

I tried to ignore the term of endearment and kept moving to keep up with him. "Well what was the argument about?"

"You." He said simply as he walked on.

I waited for him to say something else, but he said nothing. "Right, I'm completely at ease now. I'm glad we had this talk." I said sarcastically and pointed to a sign that directed to the hiking trails.

"He was questioning me about the nature of our relationship."

"Annddd...?"

"Annnnd I said that we were really close." Darren replied.

"Annnddd…?"

"And what?"

"He believed you?"

"Oh…umm…probably not." He said nonchalantly.

Damn it. "So then what happened?"

"I insulted his Australian slang and left" Darren started laughing at the memory and I couldn't help but giggle. An image popped in my head of a little Darren yelling 'You have a stupid accent!' and then him running out of the room.

"Oh god Darren, what am I gonna do with you?" I smiled, shaking my head.

"I don't know, what are you going to do with me?" Darren teased, looking at me with suggestive and mischievous eyes. I laughed and pushed him playfully.

"Race you there?" I said, walking backwards in front of him, with challenging eyes.

"Oh, you're on, Colfer!"

"BUTYOUGETTHEBACKPACK!" I added before dumping the backpack off my shoulders and running off down the road.

"Not fair!" Darren grabbed the backpack and bolted down the road to follow me. "That's so cheating!"


So after a good five minutes of running, Darren and I finally arrived neck and neck at the entrance of the hiking trails. We whizzed past the entryway and started to slow down, both out of breath. Darren rested his hand on the small of my back as we approached a bench.

Of course, me being my awkward and handicapped self, was still a bit sensitive to physical expressions of sentiment from Darren. Consequently, I tripped over the nearest pebble and tumbled over.

"Woaaah there, buddy." Darren yelped as he bent down to catch me. "We're barely on the trail and I've already saved your life."

And wow, look at that. He caught me. I had to force myself not to stare too long at the muscles that had flexed themselves on the outside of his white v-neck t-shirt.

"I realize that this walking thing might be a new concept for you, but you'll get the hang of it, I promise." Darren helped me up and I hoisted myself up and back on my feet.

"Yeah, you are definitely carrying the backpack for the rest of the trek." I said in defense, but still giggling to myself at the playful banter between the two of us.


It felt nice to be around Darren. We didn't have to try to keep a conversation going, it just happened. For some reason all of the sexual tension seemed to dissolve between us. It wasn't Chris and Darren; potential lovers, it was more like Chris and Darren, the greatest of friends. We could joke around with each other and just be real and transparent. We weren't trying to impress anyone when we were around each other. We trusted each other with our true personalities, knowing that the other wouldn't judge or form a disapproving opinion.

I can always be my quirky and strange self around Darren, and I would never be self conscious about it because I knew that deep down he was just as much of a dork as I am. He had the same old fashioned video game addictions and the same love for dorky trilogies like Star Wars and Harry Potter. We have monthly Super Smash Bro's tournaments in my trailer. I'm pretty sure if you left us alone in a room with action figures we'd be entertained for days.

About forty-five minutes into the hike, we reached this extremely vertical stretch of hill. Already being out of breath, I stared wide eyed at it like it was an approaching swarm of killer bees.

Darren noticed my fearful state and grabbed my hand comfortingly. "C'mon, that's nothing! We can so do this!"

Gaining confidence from Darren's mini pep talk, I raced forward to the steeply inclining hill, still grasping Darren's hand at my side. We darted up the hill quite excellently at first, taking long strides and making obnoxious grunts at out strenuous and epic amount of exercise. About three minutes later the trail still seemed to be on a 75 degree angle. Our long strides turned into short, hesitant steps up the hill. Nevertheless, our hands still remained clasped in between us, never mind the fact that we probably would have done a lot better job balancing if they weren't.

"Jesus—why is this thing so steep—is this mountain on steroids? WhereAAHHHHHH!" Darren's sentence was interrupted by him tripping on an exposed tree root. Darren immediately fell, almost taking me and the hand he was holding down with him.

Thankfully, my previously somewhat nonexistent ninja skills kicked in as I grabbed a tree branch overhead and stopped us both from swinging ass backwards down the hill.

"Well would you look at that!" I held my grip, waiting for Darren to find his balance again."I do believe I just saved your life."

I waited for a snarky comment as Darren finally gained his balance back and stood upright. "Well thanks, darling." He said, and then before I could stop him he leaned over and planted a soft, smooth, and chaste kiss on my lips. Immediately afterwards, he let go of my hand and raced up the hill.

That little kiss felt really, really nice. I could still feel the remains of butterflies in my stomach from the gesture, a feeling that I loved and hated at the same time. I stood there dumbfounded for a moment longer before I realized that he was out of sight and a long way up the trail. How did he get there so fast?

I ran to catch up with him, maybe stumbling a few times on the way. The trailed finally got down to a reasonable incline and I spotted Darren sitting Indian style on the ground, leaning against the trunk of an enormous tree that looked over the side of the mountain. He saw me approaching and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, noting how soft the grass was in the shady spot. I looked up and—

Oh Jesus.

The view must have been the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life. We probably were halfway up the mountain and we couldn't even see the whole island, but if this is what it looked like from here it must be utterly spectacular at the top. You could see the forest wrap itself around the edge of the island, and surrounding a sandy white, fantastical beach. We could see our yacht parked at the docks which looked significantly smaller from where we were. The ocean, oh god the ocean, it was absolutely breathtaking. The sun shining overhead made every little clear blue wave sparkle. You could see the color contrast of the water at the beach and the water near the horizon. The beach water was a crystal clear, gorgeous shade of aqua, and it slowly faded darker as you followed the slope of the ocean.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I looked over to see Darren looking at me with affectionate eyes.

"Gorgeous." I said, gazing at him with the same amount of adoration. Darren smiled adorably and broke our stare. He reached behind him and pulled two water bottles out of the backpack. He handed one to me, and took a long drink of his own. We sat in a comfortable silence for a while, just staring at the wonderful view in front of us.

The thought that I should probably document this moment flashed through my mind. I pulled my Blackberry out of the backpack and snapped a few pictures.

"Oh, good idea." Darren said, pulling out his iPhone and snapping a few shots as well. "C'mere." Darren held his phone out in the air, wanting to take a picture with me. I moved closer to him and looked up at the phone's screen. I immediately smiled at the sight of us together. Darren looked so happy, hell, I looked so happy.

Darren took a couple of pictures and we tucked our phones away.

"I'm sorry, Chris." Darren was looking down at his shoes, playing with some grass between his fingers. His smile was gone.

"What?"

"That kiss earlier…it was completely uncalled for and—"

"Dare, you don't have to apologize."

"No but I do. I—I've been taking advantage of your feelings for me." Well, I couldn't argue with that one. "I've been a selfish asshole lately."

Now that one I could argue with. "Darren, you're not being selfish."

"Yes, I totally am, Chris. I've done everything wrong. What about the way I lunged my feelings at you, knowing that you probably already knew about them? Selfish. Letting myself stare at you and going after Dianna just to try and counter my emotions for you? Selfish. Kissing Dianna in front of you? Selfish. Singing that song in front of Austin? Selfish. Arguing with Austin—"

"Ohmygod Darren, stop talking." Darren finally stopped talking. "Yeah, okay, you're a little selfish—"

"How 'bout a lot selfish?"

"I said shut up, didn't I?"

Darren sighed and leaned his head back on the tree, letting me continue.

"Yes, you're a teeny tiny bit selfish, maybe even more than a teeny tiny bit. But you can't just beat yourself up because of how you feel. It's your human nature and you're just trying to act on it."

"Yeah but in an entirely wrong way!"

"What did I say, Darren? Do I need to duct tape your mouth shut? Ya know, I think I might have packed some."

"…kinky?"

"Oh you little." I uncapped my water bottle and squirted a bunch of ice water on Darren's chest.

"AAHHHH! So fucking cold!" Darren said, cringing and swatting at the water on his chest,

"Thought you might need a cold shower." I laughed as I jumped on my feet and started running up the trail. Sure enough he was behind me a second later, squirting some of his water on my back. "HOLY HELL THAT'S FREEZING." I spun around and immediately squirted Darren in the face. He stood paralyzed, shoulders tensed, eyes squeezed shut and arms raised halfway.

"Is this what getting slushied feels like?"

"Probably." I laughed and walked over to the boy with the wet face. I slung an arm around his shoulder and I beckoned for us to keep walking. "Do you feel like you've fallen into the Arctic Ocean?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

The next thing I knew the slightly familiar feeling of getting bitch slapped by an iceberg came upon me. I tensed up immediately as a decent amount of water hit me in the face and slid down my torso.

"Yeah, something like that." Darren laughed and I stared at him incredulously.

"I can't believe you just did that." I said, wiping the water off my eyes.

"Yeah, but hey, we're even now."

"Oh you'd like to think so wouldn't you? My entire back and front is soaking wet and I just got your face and chest."

Darren put his arm around my waist and we kept walking. "Aww, it's okay. You'll get over it." He said with a smile. I returned the smile and reached up, tilting the water bottle over his head and let it pour onto his curly hair. "oooOOOOKAY OKAY OKAY! TRUCE! TRUCE!"


(Darren Criss's POV)

I love spending time with Chris. It's a really big relief to know that after everything that's happened so far we can still have a good time together. I'm really glad that we can still hang out and not have the romantics of it all make everything awkward. We click, ya know? We just go together really, really well.

We walked for another hour and we were really starting to wonder when we would reach the top. The sun was high in the sky and it was so stinking hot out. I was sweating like a mad man. Even worse than I sweat during concerts, and as you probably know, THAT'S A LOT.

We climbed over another hill and were both very pleased to see that it was the last one to climb. An accomplished feeling settled over me as I saw the peak of the mountain.

My jaw dropped as I looked out at the view in front of us. It was absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous in all directions. I would look in one direction and then turn around because I felt like I was missing something on the other side. The most stunning shades of blue and green and white were displayed before us. God, I love nature. I kept turning my head, not deciding where to look.

"Uhh...Dare? You're kind of spinning in circles." Chris laughed as he watched me.

"I just don't know where to look! It's all so beautiful. So, so, so, so, beautiful."

Chris sat himself down on the stone ground below us as I took off the backpack and set it on the ground. I glanced back at the view, trying to soak it in as much as I could. I took out my phone and took some more pictures of the view from up top.

"Sandwich?" Chris pulled two sandwiches out of the backpack and I happily sat myself down next to him.

"You made food?" I said, accepting a sandwich hesitantly.

"It's peanut butter and jelly, so I'm pretty sure it isn't venomous." I laughed as I pulled the sandwich out of the plastic and took a bite. "How is it?"

"A little heavy on the jelly, but hey, I ain't complaining."

"I would mess up PB&J." Chris took out his own phone and began taking pictures. I watched as he got some really good ones of the ocean and the woods. "I need proof that someone's eating my food." He said, pointing the phone towards me. I took a huge bite of my sandwich while he took the picture. A bit of jelly oozed onto my finger and I was about to lick it off when a better idea popped into my head.

While Chris was busy looking at his phone, I swiped my jelly covered finger across his nose, leaving the goop behind.

"Thanks Darren, I'm sure my face was really missing a nice smear of jelly."

"Oh it definitely was." I said with a smile on my face. I watched as Chris turned the phone around and frowned, taking a picture of his sad face with me laughing in the background. He took a bit of his sandwich while he looked back at his phone.

"You're right, there's waaay too much jelly." He said. I looked up and noticed a thick dab of jelly on the corner of his mouth. He didn't seem to notice it, seeing as he just kept chewing and scrolling on his Blackberry. I watched the spot next to his mouth, waiting for him to notice, but he didn't. The spot was taunting me and I had the urge to grab his face and just lick it off.

"You have…umm…" I gestured to his mouth nervously, trying not to let the inappropriate images in my mind come out as word vomit.

"What?" He said looking up. I pointed at his lips again and he wiped the opposite corner of his mouth. "Here?"

"No…I umm." I couldn't help myself. I moved closer and leaned next to his face. I noticed his ragged breathing at our close proximity, and he stared into my eyes. Okay, maybe I shouldn't lick it off. No, licking it off is a really bad idea.

I held his chin gently with one hand and used my other thumb to carefully wipe off the purple jelly. My eyes locked with his as I brought my hand up to my mouth, sucking the jelly off the pad of my thumb.

He was no longer staring into my eyes, now he was staring at my lips.

I looked down at his, and noticed that there was still a bit of jelly goo on the side of his mouth. Without thinking too long about it, I leaned forward and rested my lips on the skin at the corner of his mouth. I heard his breathing hitch as let my tongue creep out of my lips and quickly wiped at his skin.

I pulled a couple of inches away, noticing how fast my heart was beating and how unsteady my breath was. God, the tension between us was so fucking thick. I stared at the place where my lips had just been, in wonder, before prying my eyes away to look into his. His gorgeous blue eyes were a shade darker, blown out with lust.

Before I knew it, Chris had leaned forward and placed a short, hesitant kiss of my lips. I reciprocated immediately, pushing forward to meet his lips again. I closed my eyes and just felt. Chris made a noise that sent shivers down my spine as he grabbed the back of my neck and pressed his mouth deeper, moving his body closer to mine. I heard a sound which must have been his phone sliding onto the ground as he moved closer, pushing my back down against the rock behind me. The kiss turned from slow, needy and unsure to fast, needy and hungry. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, which he responded to by sucking on it between his top and bottom lip.

Oh god.

I'm sure the noise that left my throat was more than inappropriate as he deepened the kiss. His hands seemed to be everywhere. One was in my hair, and the other under my shirt, grazing against the sweaty skin. It was a weird feeling, the sun beating hard against our bodies but still being able to get chills from each other's touch.

I let my hands wander down his back and onto the swell of his ass. He moaned at the touch and bucked his hips forward into mine. I moaned against his lips and squeezed his ass from the sudden pleasure that rushed through my body.

"Chris."

Yep, I'm an evil bastard for leaving you guys here. Especially the ones that are eager for some smuttin.

Okay, so how AMAZING is the new season of Glee? Every episode is just so packed full of PLOT and I'm so happy that the writers are changing things up. And also, the spoilers for episode 5….I AM GOING TO DIE ON NOVEMBER 8TH.

I hope this had enough fluff for you guys, I know you guys love that kind of stuff. Oh, and all of the links to my twitter and tumblr and stuff are on my profile if you were wondering, along with some other fun diddies.

And because you guys pleaded so hard for it…I'm considering a Criss Colfer ending to the fic…

considering.

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