Darcy's POV:

I listened to Phoebe cry herself to sleep. That wasn't fair, she deserved to be happy. If it was legal to kill people, Blaine would be six feet under right now. How much of a jerk do you have to be to do that to a person? And then Charlie and Sean knew about it!

I didn't know why I broke up with Charlie. Sure, he was being a friend, but I was his... Well I don't really know what I was to him. His fuck buddy? An easy lay? Booty call? He didn't like me enough to be considered a boyfriend but cared enough to be called a friend. Friends don't lie to friends and I wanted answers.

Early the next morning, I let Batman out to pee and gave him food. Phoebe was thankfully still asleep. She had been crying for a good portion of the night, I felt so bad for her. Blaine was her second love, Gavin being her first. She was so different with Blaine than she was with Gavin. As much as she loved Gavin, she never tried so hard to keep the relationship going. Phoebe didn't even shed a tear when he left.

My father came into the kitchen fixing his suit. He looked shocked to see me sitting on the counter. Yes father, I still lived here. My parents were divorced and my mother wasn't very stable, aka she was an alcoholic who spent her days in rehab, so my father had sole custody of me. He was never around and I liked it that way. Phoebe's parents were always there, always keeping her from going out. My father let me do whatever, just as long as I agreed to keep living with him and tell the courts how happy I was with him. He wasn't a completely bad father, he was just busy.

"What're you still doing here? Don't you have school?" he poured himself coffee.

"Phoebe's upstairs sleeping, she broke up with her boyfriend," I explained, chewing on my cereal, "I'm comforting her."

"Get down from the counter," my father demanded, "And that's very nice of you."

I shrugged, "I'm a nice person."

"When you want to be," he smiled.

"True," I smiled back.

My father put his coffee in a carrying mug and picked up his jacket, "I have a late meeting, so pizza or Chinese for dinner. I'll be back before bed."

This was our usual routine. My father ran out the door and to his waiting car. The front door opened and my father came back in.

"I love you," he kissed my forehead, "See you later."

See? He wasn't that bad.

"Love you too dad."

Checking on Phoebe one last time, I brought Batman back into the room. I grabbed my car keys and headed off towards Charlie's apartment. Conveniently, it wasn't that far. I dialed Charlie's number as I pulled into their complex.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Come outside."

You're doing this for Phoebe, I told myself, you're doing this for Phoebe. Charlie came outside in his grey sweatpants that hung on his hips, he wasn't wearing a shirt. I climbed out of my car and up to him.

"What're you doing here?" he smirked.

"I need my stuff."

"It's inside," he pointed towards the door.

"No shit."

I pushed passed him. It felt like any other time when I walked in. Sean was on the couch watching some sports game; he waved at me as I passed by. Blaine's door was closed, but I could hear music playing from the other side. I resisted the urge to going in and yell at him again.

Charlie's room was the last one in the hallway. I opened the doors and breathed in the familiar smell of Charlie's cologne. He came in after me and shut the door. The few jackets and pants I've left over. Prepared to grab my stuff and go, Charlie stepped on front of me.

"Get out of my way," I tried to get pass him.

"We need to talk."

I put my stuff down, "About what?"

"About the fact that I was an idiot for agreeing to lie about Blaine's job."

"I agree."

Charlie scratched his hair, something he did whenever he was nervous, "I'm sorry."

"It's whatever."

"No it's not! If it were, Phoebe would be with Blaine and you would be with me."

"We were never really together Charlie," I rolled my eyes; "We just messed around."

"Is that all you think it really was?" Charlie frowned.

"Yes."
He made a move to kiss me, I moved out of the way.

"I should go," I stepped towards the door.

"Darce, stay," he called out.

"It was a mistake for coming. I'm sorry."

"I love you."

I froze, "What?"

"I love you, now please stay," he said.

"What?" I repeated.

"I love you."

"Like the letter?"

Charlie laughed and held my hand, "No, like the person. I love you as a person."

"You don't even know me. Not really."

"Then I'll get to know you," Charlie kissed me.

"You don't wanna do that."

"Would you shutup already?" Charlie yelled, "Now say it back."

I turned away from him and faced the window, "I don't love you."

"Yes you do, now say it."

"No."

"Say it," he stepped closer.

"No."

Charlie grabbed my face into his hands, "Say you love me."

"I love me."

"Darcy!"

"I love you."

Charlie planted a firm kiss on my lips and led me to his bed.

"Say it again," he lifted his shirt off.

"I love you," I slid his sweatpants off.

Charlie smiled, "I love you too."

He pushed me towards the top of the bed and climbed over me. I brought him down to my face and kissed him deeper. Charlie pushed off of me to reach into his bedside table and grab a condom. He slid his boxers down and slid the rubber on. Wasting no time, Charlie rid me of my jeans and t-shirt. His hands slipped into my underwear and I gasped. He smiled and pulled them off of me. Without further ado he rammed it into me and I squealed. Charlie clutched my hips and started slamming into me. He moaned into my neck as he sucked his way down my throat, stopping at my chest. His mouth surrounded one nipple and his hand massaged my free boob.

"Charlie," I moaned, thrusting my hips up to him.

That only caused him to suck harder. His thrusts became more animated as he groaned my name. Charlie moved his mouth to the other side of my chest and sucked. I tilted my head back and let out a cry of pleasure.

"I love hearing you moan," he moved to my mouth.

I bucked my hips up towards him and moaned again. Charlie's thrusts pounded harder. I closed my eyes as I came, hard. The pleasure shot from my toes up towards the rest of my body. Charlie came after me, clinging onto my hips.

"I love you so much," he breathed.

I nodded, "Mhmm."

Charlie grinned and slid out of me. He wrapped his arms around my waist as we laid spooning.

"I came over for my stuff."

"Don't ruin the moment Darcy," he scolded.

We got dressed after our nap. Sean and Blaine were in the family room, Blaine was sulking and Sean was still watching a sports game. Blaine's eyes shot towards me in confusion.

"What're you doing here?" he questioned.

"Picking up my stuff."

Sean smirked but didn't comment.

"How's Phoebe?" Blaine mumbled.

Shrugging, I sat down in the arm chair, "Hopefully still sleeping, she's been crying all night, thanks to you."

"Is she staying with you?"

"I don't know where she is and if I did, I wouldn't tell you," I snapped.

Charlie sat on the arms of the chair, "Just give her some time."

"At least let her graduate before you ruin her life any more than you already have."

Blaine tensed, "I can't stay away from her that long. I just want to see her, make sure that she's okay."

"I'll send her the message."

Blaine stood up and walked back into his bedroom. Charlie picked me up and sat me in his lap. I clung on to his neck and snuggled up against his still naked chest.

"She's at your house, isn't she?" he muttered.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell him? You see how bad he is."

I looked up at him, "You haven't seen her. She doesn't act like this, I've never seen her this upset before. He broke her good."

Charlie nodded but dropped the subject. Sean stood up from his spot on the couch.

"Where are you going?" Charlie asked.

"To go see Phoebe, you two aren't that quiet when you talk. Or do other things," he smirked again before going into his room.

I grinned up at Charlie, "I didn't know we were that loud."

"I'm kind of in the mood to go make some more noise."

I squealed as he picked me up and carried me back into his room.