Longest chapter of them all! There is some smut at the very very end, just not where you'd think it is.

Also, I'd like to thank Rizzo for her help on this one. I had a hard time deciding if I should take it in a certain direction, so I popped a few random questions in her ask box on tumblr and now here we are! Lets just say she sealed Darren's fate. (heh that sounds ominous. Perhaps on purpose. MUHAHAHA)

I hope you guys like this chapter, I worked on it forever, and it really is the last bit that I wrote before I started publishing this. Which means it is probably the last bit of quality writing! Especially considering I hit a bit of writer's block soon after. ENJOY!

Chris woke up the next morning to a cold diet coke sitting next to his alarm clock with a sign "All your meetings today were cancelled by a hobbit." Chris rolled his eyes and leapt out of bed, diet coke in hand. He walked into the living room to find a dozen roses sitting in a vase with another note.

I'll be back in a few hours. Needed clothes and do some laundry. I grabbed the stuff out of our room. Don't start working. Go have a shower, finish your diet coke and watch the Oprah episodes you tivo'd. I'll be back before you know it. -D

Chris laughed to himself. It was insane how well Darren knew him. He stopped to read over the note again, realizing that Darren called it "our" room. He smiled like a goofy teenager before putting the note down and heading for the shower.

He wasn't used to spending time alone. He'd had Darren at his side non stop for the past 2 months, maybe even longer. And before then, he'd always been with the girls. He threw himself onto the couch. He tried to remember what he'd done with his spare time before everything. He wrote, but that was work now, and Darren said no working. Chris' mind began wondering.

At first his thoughts bounced around with potential ideas for the movie, but after a few minutes even those ideas were boring him. He thought about Kurt and Blaine and how special their relationship was, and wondered about where their relationship would go next. Surely the next step would be sex. And then he was thinking about him and Darren.

Darren occupied his thoughts for a while before he came to one hell of a realization. He reached for his diet coke just as the door opened and Darren entered.

Chris smiled at him. "Is that a box? A box of clothes?"

Darren dropped it by the door and nodded. "It is indeed. The rest of the laundry is in the car." he smiled and kissed Chris. "I even stopped at the grocery store and bought more diet coke." he sat himself on the couch.

Chris laughed. "Do you need help getting them?"

Darren shook his head. "Nah, they'll be up in a minute."

"Uh...Darren? Inanimate objects tend to need a little help with the elevator."

Just then Chris' door swung open and random delivery boys dropped off a few boxes, a bag of clothes and 2 large cases of diet coke. Darren gave them the thumbs up and they left.

Chris stared at him in awe.

Darren laughed. "Chris, they're the doormen. They saw me trying to juggle everything and offered to help, so I slipped them a few bucks and they brought the rest up." he glanced at his watch. "We'd better start getting ready. Our lunch reservations are in an hour."

Darren had arranged for a private lunch at Chris' favourite restaurant, complete with more flowers at the table. They'd had a great time before quietly returning to Chris' apartment to get ready for dinner. Chris wasn't sure what to wear, so he offered to let Darren get ready first.

He was shocked when Darren emerged from the bedroom in a tshirt and sweat pants. Oh. Those were nice pants. He could see the outline of Darren's cock through these pants.

Darren followed Chris' eyes and looked down. "Am I flying low or something?"

Chris shook his head. "No. I just really like those pants. I mean, I'm confused, but I really like those pants."

Darren laughed. "I hope you don't mind, I picked you out a nice outfit."

Chris nodded and skipped to the bedroom, noticing his sweat pants and a plain tshirt sitting on the bed. He put them on and walked into the other room to see Darren on the phone, talking in Mandarin. He winked at Chris before thanking the person and hanging up.

"Just ordering dinner. It'll be here in an hour." he grinned at Chris.

Chris sat down right next to him. "Darren, as much as I love chilling around the apartment, can you please tell me why we went out for a fancy lunch and are being slobs for dinner?"

Darren smiled. "You'll have to wait till later for that." he patted the couch next to him. "Come on, its time to watch Cops."

Chris loved Cops, but he knew Darren wasn't a huge fan. He sat on the couch. "Darren, we can watch something else."

Darren shook his head. "You like Cops."

"But you don't. You like Modern Family, we can watch that."

Darren put Cops on and put the remote on the table beside him. Chris rolled his eyes before wrapping his arm around Darren. Darren leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Two episodes later, the food arrived. Chris practically jumped off the couch and went for the door, but Darren stopped him. "Would you sit down?" he smiled before paying the delivery guy.

Chris was getting quite pissed off, and it clearly showed on his face.

Darren turned around with the food. "Chris, what's wrong?"

Chris shook his head. "You've been treating me like an invalid all day."

"Chris, don't be ridiculous." Darren put the food down on the counter in the kitchen. Chris followed him into the room, stopping in front of the fridge to grab the soy sauce and spicy mustard that Darren liked.

"Darren, we're both equals in this relationship. There's no "female" and no "male". We are 100% equals, and all day long you've been treating me like a woman. I don't need you to wait on my hand and foot. I mean, it was cute first thing this morning, but you paid for lunch, and then paid for dinner, and I had no say in anything. You wouldn't even let me watch what I wanted."

"I was just trying to make it special. And you love Cops!"

Chris sighed. "I know you were. And I appreciate it, I really do, but I don't want you to see me as your "girlfriend", because I'm not. I'm your boyfriend. There's nothing female about me, as you well know."

"But you never relax. That's all I wanted. I wanted you to relax and enjoy yourself today and not worry about anything."

"Darren, if I'm not worrying about something, I go insane. I need to have something on my mind. If anything, keeping me away from my computer for a day is a way to stress me out. I snuck into the bathroom earlier to text one of the producers and make sure I wasn't missing anything. I can't relax. Why do you think I overlapped so many projects? I knew that if I had more than a day in between shoots, I'd go crazy."

Darren nodded. "I know, I'm sorry. I just..." he sighed. "Chris, you work so fucking hard for everything. You work harder for things than anyone I know. And you need to slow down and enjoy it a bit before you get past everything and look back thinking "when did that happen?" You needed a break, and I thought I was helping."

"I know, and if I weren't so stubborn, you would probably stand a chance." Chris walked over and wrapped his arms around Darren's neck. "I appreciate the thought though. I really do, but you don't need to wine and dine me. You don't need to treat me like a princess all the time. I might be a diva, but I'm not a girl."

Darren smiled some and nodded before kissing Chris. "You're right, I'm sorry."

Chris nodded and grabbed the plates out of the cupboard as well as a diet coke for himself and a beer for Darren. He grabbed the bag of food and sat down on the couch with Darren. He started pulling things out of the bag and placing them on the table.

Darren watched him closely, seeing how tense his jaw still was. He knew from experience that Chris only looked like that when he was really pissed and trying not to show it. It had taken some time to learn the look, but while they were on tour it happened a lot. When someone stole the last diet coke, when someone used his moisturizer without asking, anything to piss him off. He tried to hide it so that they could all focus on the tour and try to enjoy themselves, but Darren knew better.

Darren reached over and took Chris' hand. "Chris, talk to me. I told you that I was sorry. Just tell me how to make things right again."

Chris looked down at his hand before glancing at Darren. "Can we just eat? I'll be fine once I'm not hungry anymore."

They ate, and watched the news seeing as neither wanted Cops on the screen anymore, and the news was something neither wanted, but neither disputed.

Darren was having a hard time figuring out how to act. His parents had always taught him to be a gentleman, but that's what Chris was mad about. He couldn't exactly start being a jerk either. He continued watching Chris closely as they finished dinner, but kept his distance.

They both finished eating, and a rerun of Friends started when Chris sat his diet coke down on tha table and snuggled up to Darren. Instinctively, Darren wrapped his arm around Chris' shoulders, causing Chris to close his eyes and smile before letting out a sigh.

"I'm sorry that I overreacted like that. I guess I'm just a little testy tonight."

Darren shook his head. "No, you were right." he sighed. "Its hard for me sometimes. I've never dated a guy before, so I'm kind of used to having to take on the male role. I don't want to make you feel like a chick, Chris. I just don't have enough experience with all this to know how to be. I've only ever dated girls, and they like to be treated like girls."

"I forget sometimes that this is your first relationship like this, just because you're so good at it. Hell, I forget that you were ever straight sometimes. It'll take some time, but we'll adjust."

Darren nodded and took a deep breath. "Chris...I love you."

Chris sat up and stared at him. "...what?" Chris was sure he'd heard wrong. I mean, he wouldn't just whip that out like that, would he?

"I love you." Darren smiled. "You don't have to say anything. I just felt it and I wanted you to know. I mean, it was supposed to be more romantic. I was gonna put on Titanic and say something cheesy like "I love you more than Jack loves Rose" or something like that. But this is why I didn't want to go out. I don't love you because you look amazing when you're dressed up. I don't love you because of the courage you put into the world as Kurt. I love you because we can sit around on the couch doing our own thing without it being awkward. I love you for you, Chris. No one else."

Chris smiled at Darren before grabbing his face and kissing him. "I love you too, you crazy hobbit man."

Darren smiled before pushing his lips back to Chris'. They didn't waste anytime on the couch. They both knew what the other wanted.

Chris and Darren were laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Chris giggled and Darren shot a look at him.

"Chris, its not funny!"

"It kind of is..." Chris started laughing. "I mean...its sad for obvious reasons, but you just got so upset." he burst out laughing again.

Darren glared at him.

Chris calmed down and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I just keep replaying it in my head." he laughed again. "Seriously, you looked like you were going to rip it off."

Darren shook his head. "Chris, its really not funny. I'm entirely too young for dysfunctions with my penis."

Chris nodded. "Darren, it happens to everyone eventually. There's nothing wrong with you. Let's just go have a shower, and if you're still not working, we'll just go to sleep and try again in the morning."

Darren sighed and nodded. "Okay..."

Darren got in the shower first while Chris cleaned up the food. By the time he got to the bathroom Darren was working just fine.

Chris got in the shower and right down on his knees, taking Darren in his mouth. Darren moaned loudly, tangling his hands in Chris' hair.

Darren pulled himself out of Chris' mouth and got down on his knees to kiss him. "Chris, I want to fuck you."

Chris nodded. "I'll be right back, okay?" he got out of the shower and ran back to the bedroom to grab lube and a condom without bothering to dry himself off. He slipped a few times in the hallway before nearly falling head first into the shower, but Darren caught him.

Darren lubed up his fingers and slowly entered Chris. "I might need a little guidance here..."

Chris nodded. "Right. Okay. You're gonna want to move your fingers around. Try making a scissoring motion, just like I do to you."

Darren nodded and followed his instructions until he was sure Chris was nice and warmed up. He grabbed the condom and slipped it on himself after reaching back and turning the water off. He positioned himself at Chris' entrance before pushing himself in slowly.

Chris hissed at the pain, causing Darren to stop. "No, Darren, keep going. Please."

Darren nodded and kept pushing himself in slowly, letting Chris get used to the size before moving faster.

Chris moaned as Darren hit the spot. "Darren, please."

"Please what?" Darren planted a kiss on his neck. "Ask for it."

"Touch me."

Darren touched his thigh. "Like this?"

Chris shook his head and grabbed Darren's hand, placing it on his painfully hard cock. "Here."

Darren smiled and started moving his hand along Chris in time with his thrusts. It only took a few thrusts before Chris came all over Darren's hand. Darren couldn't hold on much longer and came a few seconds later.

They both stood there for a few minutes, catching their breath before Darren pulled out and threw the condom in the bin on the other side of the shower curtain. He reached down and turned the shower back on so they could rinse off.

A few minutes later they collapsed into bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

I laughed so hard when I was writing the "not working" scene, which is why Chris laughs so much. And thank you Rizzo for answering those random questions which lead to the "not working" scene! I don't think I've read a single fanfic where that happened.

I hope you guys liked it! Up next, a conversation that leads to a very fluffy surprise!