Alright, here's the next chapter! I was gonna wait before posting it, but that would just be plain mean.

I realized a few days ago that I never put the little disclaimer that everyone does...I don't own Glee, or Darren, or Chris, or anyone else mentioned in these here chapters. I can't believe its taken me this long to remember to type this in here. Oops.

Darren was laying in the backseat of his own car, phone laying on his chest as he napped. Well, kind of. He wasn't actually asleep, just resting. Resting and waiting.

And then he heard the sirens. He sat up, watching as they rushed towards the doors behind him. Police cars. Three of them. He shrugged it off as they rushed into the building before the worry flooded his mind. What if it was Chris? What if something had happened to him, and Darren was sitting in the parking garage being difficult? He rushed after the cops, not even remembering to lock the door behind him.

He watched as the elevator containing the police went up to the 7th floor. His and Chris' floor. He stared at the elevator for another 20 seconds before sprinting towards the stairs and running up them. He got to the top and saw the police at his and Chris' door.

"Excuse me Sir, you can't be up here."

Darren turned to the officer. "That...that's my apartment."

"The occupant of the apartment said that it was his."

Darren nodded. "We live together."

"Just give us a few minutes to confirm. Do you have any i.d. on you?"

Darren handed the officer his driver's licence and watched as he entered the apartment. Darren looked down at his phone, dead from him playing games on it and sighed. If Chris was trying to call him, he didn't even have the battery power to take the call. He glanced up to see the officer rushing towards him.

"Sorry about that, we just needed to confirm that you were actually the Mr. Criss that lives here. Mr. Colfer is a little shaken up, but we have the suspect in custody."

"Suspect?"

The officer nodded. "An...Alexander Johnson? He admitted to having stalked Mr. Colfer, which is when he called us."

Darren nodded. "Thank you." He walked into the apartment. "Chris?"

Chris was sitting on the couch and looked up. "There you are!"

Darren ran over and wrapped his arms around Chris. "Are you okay?"

Chris hugged him and nodded. "I'm scared, but I'm okay. He kissed me, and started saying all this stuff, and I got scared and called the cops. When he heard the sirens, he ran out of the apartment but they caught him."

Darren nodded. "Good." he sighed. "I'm so sorry."

Chris looked at him. "Why are you sorry?"

"Because, I hired him and because I left you here alone with him."

"You didn't know. Its okay, I don't blame you. I blame me."

"You don't blame you, blame me. I hired him. I let him into your life. I'm the reason he met you."

Chris sighed. "Lets just blame him. And Cindy, cause she recommended him."

Darren nodded. "Did you talk to the cops?"

Chris nodded. "I gave my statement thing, and they took him away. They said they'd be out of here soon, but the paparazzi would probably be around for a while so if we can just hang low it might be best."

Darren nodded. "Why don't you go lay down for a bit and try to calm down while I wait for them to leave, lock up and let Ryan know that we'll be needing a few days?"

Chris nodded and stood up before sighing. "Can we skip the punishment tonight?"

Darren smiled. "Chris, you know I'd never force you into sex. Especially not after the night you've had." He reached up to brush the hair back off his forehead. "We'll just sleep, okay?"

Chris nodded. "Okay." He walked to the bedroom.

Darren dealt with all of the officers, and locked the door. He locked the balcony door, he locked the windows, he even closed all the blinds. He called Ryan, who knew most of what had happened thanks to some site called tumblr. He agreed that shutting down production for a few days was fine.

Darren walked quietly to the bedroom, expecting Chris to be asleep. He walked into the room to find Chris sitting on his side of the bed.

"I couldn't relax."

Darren nodded and crawled into the bed with him. "Come on, maybe I can help."

Chris snuggled up on Darren's shoulder like he did when they were on tour and he couldn't sleep. Neither of them went to sleep, they just laid there.

Chris sighed. "Darren?"

"Yeah?"

"How much would you hate me right now if I said we had to move?"

"I could never hate you. If you want to move, we'll move. If you can't be comfortable here anymore, then we'll pack up tonight and find a place in the morning. Well, you can sleep. I'll pack. If you think about it, we don't need the two bedrooms. We could downsize in that department, and upgrade everything else."

Chris nodded. "Its just the only thing running through my mind right now. He used to watch through the windows..."

Darren brought his hand up to interlace their fingers. "Its okay, he's gone now. You don't have to worry about him right now."

Chris lifted his head to look at Darren. "Will you kiss me?"

Darren nodded. "I'll always kiss you."

Chris flung himself on top of Darren, kissing him with everything he had. Darren didn't want to spook him after everything. He gently wrapped his arms around Chris, kissing him gently.

Chris broke away. "No, not like that. I need you to kiss me so I can't feel or taste him there anymore. I need to feel you. Taste you. I need YOU."

Darren nodded and kissed Chris the way he wanted. Chris continued forcing himself on Darren in a desperate attempt to fix his own being.

Chris slowed down suddenly, pulling away gently and resting his head back on Darren. Darren wrapped his arms around Chris and kissed his head. "I'll be right here, just sleep." Chris nodded slightly before slipping into a deep sleep.

For the record, I have no idea if this is how things with cops would go, but I'm guessing they wouldn't just...let Darren run into the apartment. This storyline IS going somewhere, I know I keep saying that, but I feel like it ventured off to LALA land and you're probably sitting there going "...what the hell are you writing?" I don't even know. My mind when I wrote this was a little fuzzy from being tired.

Now for a note that you might not like. Things are coming to a close eventually. I know the ending that I want, and its in my head, and I'm trying to finish writing to that point, but its taking a little while. But yes, the end is coming. I'm not 100% sure how many more chapters there will be, but as of right now, I'm going to say at the very MOST there will be 8 more chapters after this one right here.