So here is chapter 13. I realize this took about a month to be posted but I really haven't been on my laptop all that much recently plus there is still the forever growing pile of books I have to read before my English Lit exam next month so if you are still reading this fic then thankyou for being so patient. Again as always please leave reviews as it gives me an idea of how many people are still enjoying the fic and if theres anything you like or dislike about the chapter. For now please enjoy =]

Chapter 13

Darren's POV

The Glee tour had been going on for two weeks, and what a life changing two weeks it had been. The cities, the travelling, not to mention Chris. That's right, we had been dating for one and half of those two weeks. I felt as if I was falling in love with him, but there was no way I would be able to tell him. My feelings had changed so much over the two weeks on tour so how was I to know for sure how I even felt about him? I went from being completely clueless over his crush, and not having feelings for him what-so-ever. It's impossible to fall in love with someone that fast. The end of tour was coming to a close soon, we had a week left of touring, then a bit of press. Once that was all over we had our short break before we would start filming season three, which I couldn't be more excited for.

The door opened, and a messy haired Chris walked in, wearing nothing more than a grey tank top and his oh so tight boxers. We had it settled that we could have our rooms next to each other whenever possible, and we always had keys to the others room. Mainly because I waited outside Chris' room one morning for ten minutes till he pulled his happy ass out of the bed, and I refused to go through that again so we agreed on keeping the others key.

My heart was just about beating out of my chest just by looking at him. You could tell he was mentally still asleep just by the way he walked. He rubbed his eyes like a two year old as he climbed into bed with me, wrapping his cold arms around my waist and closing his eyes again.
"Morning," I smiled, trying to gain his attention. There was no reply other than his lips crashing against mine, which was a good enough answer to me. I pulled him on top of me, deepening the kiss, searching for more of him. His hands pinned mine above my head against the bed, massaging our tongues together, forcefully grinding his hips down against mine which caused me to go mad and moan loudly. I pushed him away shaking my head no. As much as I liked it, it was fairly early. "Chris, as much as I loved that, I have morning wood, and you sir aren't making things any easier on me," I sighed and watched his cheeks turn bright red as he giggled, rolling back off me onto the bed. Still laughing he pulled at the sheets trying to pull them off of me to get me out of the bed. "Ah, no, not happening." I held the sheets tight. I was quite embarrassed enough without the sheets exposing me.
"Darrennn" Chris giggled . "Come on it's not like I've never seen a boner before, I'm a boy too ya know."
"Not helping Chris!" I bit my lip trying my damnest to not think of him with a boner. I tried thinking of anything possible to get the image out of my head. Did he really have to word it like that? I wanted him, and he knew it more than anyone. But I promised myself and Chris that I would have the utmost respect for him. Even if it meant repeating that to myself till it was through my skull, or better yet my penis. I wanted nothing less than a perfect relationship with him, so we would wait until we were both ready. Besides it would be much better to do once the tour was over and we had time to work on the relationship with no distractions. Chris' lips brushed mine again, gaining my attention once more. He rolled off the bed, making his way to the door.
"Once you're done doing whatever you need to do," he eyed my waist, raising his eye brows. "When you're done, just come to my room."
"Oh, for breakfast?" I asked slightly excited. Over the past two weeks our breakfast dates had grown on me.
"Nope I've got a better plan than breakfast, but you'll just have to wait and see later." He left my room, leaving me, my thoughts, oh and let's not forget my boner, alone.

It wasn't like Chris to plan something so secretive, but he had me going. I couldn't remember him saying something before about us going on a date. Though it would be just something I would forget, the tour being the main thing on my mind. I gave up trying to think about, deciding it was best to get a shower, since I needed to take one anyway, and I thought a cool shower would help since junior didn't seem to want to go away thanks to Chris.

After my shower, and once I was fully dressed, I wandered next door to Chris' room, where he was stuffing things into a bag, trying to hide it from me when he saw me walk in.
"Ahh-no you can't see anything till we get to the park for the date." His eyes grew wide as he cupped his mouth. "Can you just act surprised when we get there?" He whined with frustration, since he had ruined the surprise. His face was turning red as he grabbed my hand and the bag in his other, rushing out of the room. Chris frustrated with himself was nothing less than adorable.

We arrived at a park about two blocks from our hotel, with nothing but a grassy lot and a lake. Chris dragged me towards a tree, pushing me down in the grass. It was cute how he had went out of his way to put a date together.
"So the surprise was suppose to be a picnic date," he sighed, still frustrated that he had let it slip. He sat down next to me, holding wine in one hand and handing me a sandwich with the other. Which was confusing as it was still very much morning.
"Sandwiches for breakfast?" I laughed. "I'm not used to this kind of dining." Chris smacked my arm as if to say 'eat it anyway!' We stared out across the lake, eating our sandwiches. It was a perfect simple little date."You should most definitely plan our future dates, this is just perfect," I smiled. Ever since we had started dating, our dates were far from simple. Aside from our little coffee breaks, or shopping sprees, everything was kind of extravagant. Not like I could complain, because I loved just being with Chris. I just liked simple things, and Chris knew how to do it.
"Glad you like it. You have no idea how many movies I watched to figure out how dates were supposed to go, since I don't have much experience with them." Chris blushed, slightly embarrassed.
"You watched movies?" I laughed. He actually watched movies to put a date together? How adorable. "Whatever you watched you got the right idea. I love simple dates compared to spending a ton of money." Chris smiled in accomplishment. He held up the wine bottle with question in his eyes.
"Is it really too early for a bit of wine?" I laughed, knowing it was impossible to say no, even though it was an hour till noon.
"Well it was too early for sandwiches too but that didn't to stop me either." Chris poured both of us a glass, pulling chocolate covered strawberries out of the bag. I couldn't suppress my laughter anymore. Only Chris could get away with something that sweet. He really had been watching a good bit of chick flicks to come up with that. "Well, how, thoughtful of you?" I giggled.
"Oh you shut up!" he threw a bit of grass at me trying to prove his point. As mean as he was for throwing grass at me, I pulled him closer with a quick peck on the lips.

"I like your dates, they are so much better than the crap ones I've come up with." Chris shook his head no.
"I loved our little dates we've had."
"As long as you like them, I personally couldn't care where the hell we go, or what we do. It could be behind a dumpster for all I care, as long as I'm with you it'll be perfect to me. Dumpsters sound charming don't they?" I joked. Chris faced the ground blushing again, as a cheesy smile broke upon his lips.
"Darren, you are cheesy as hell."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"No, because I love it."
"Good." I kissed his nose, watching his face scrunch up, his head falling into my lap lazily. I started feeding him strawberries, leaving a kiss after each one. Before long he was feeding them to me instead.

Chris sighed, finally giving up, realizing we had been there for a while. He sat up, rising on my shoulder, irritable with how close rehearsals were approaching.
"I really don't want to leave for rehearsals," he sighed.
"Do you ever really want to? We could just skip today if you want." You could see it in his eyes that he wanted to skip, but he hesitated to answer. I know he didn't want to get into trouble. Neither of us did. But it was only rehearsals, not the show. It couldn't hurt.
"Are you sure?" he questioned.
"It'll be alright. Just rehearsals. We do have to go to the show though." He agreed smiling, happy he was able to lay back down. I played with his hair. but it didn't last long till he was fast asleep.

We both ran in the back door, hushing each other as we giggled, trying our best to dodge everyone in sight. We found Chris' dressing room and tried to run in, but Lea seen us, stopping us with a worried expression and slightly relieved to see us.
"The tour manager needs to see you both pronto!" she exclaimed, before wandering off to her own dressing room.
"What the hell was that about?" Chris asked, now worried himself.
"No idea," I shrugged. It could only mean bad news. What the hell had we just got ourselves into?