Alright, someone asked for this chapter to be posted, and I just can't say no to you guys. Except the next chapter isn't even written yet, so I can't update any faster! But this one is out there. And I'm actually fairly proud of this one. I have a lot to say in these notes today, so sorry about the length (that's what he said). Anyways, so this chapter has some random links posted every here and there. You'll see where. There are three in total, one which is song lyrics, which isn't important, it just triggered the beginning of this chapter, so I figured I should toss it in there.

The other two links are pictures. I suck at descriptions of things, so I found links so you can look for yourselves! This is also the second longest chapter of the whole fic! Yay! So yeah. There's a lot more at the bottom. There's some smut in this chapter FYI!

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Darren was acting really distant. He wasn't being his normal clingy self. In fact, they hadn't cuddled up to each other to sleep in almost a week. They hadn't had sex in just as long, which was both odd and worrisome. Chris understood why at first, but Darren's cryptic phone calls saying he was "working on something" seemed to become more frequent.

It didn't help that Kurt and Blaine were going through the same thing onscreen. Their storyline was basically about Kurt applying to college in New York, and Blaine not being sure about going with him. It led to them not spending as much time together, and some very lonely nights, as well as a beautiful rendition of Rihanna's "California King Bed." (.)

Chris couldn't help realizing how well the song currently fit him and Darren, which made everything about this that much harder.

Darren made it home earlier than normal one night and plopped himself down on the couch next to Chris. "I'm sorry, Chris."

He looked up from the remote in his hand and over at Darren. "For what?"

"Working all the time. I know you can feel the distance too."

Chris shrugged. "Yeah, but I know you're busy. Hell, I've been busy."

Darren nodded. "No more. We're going out tomorrow night. Dinner and everything."

"Darren, I know you've got a ton of work to do. Don't think you need to amuse me. I'm fine."

Darren shook his head. "No, Chris, honestly, I need to get away from it all." He reached over, taking Chris' hand in his own. "And I fucking miss you."

Chris smiled some. "I miss you too."

"Well, then tell me you aren't busy tomorrow so I can put thoughts into motion."

"I'm free. Just make sure we're home early. Ryan wants me to re-record some stuff for that Rihanna song in the morning."

Darren smiled as he stood up and went for the kitchen. "You got it."

Leaving the house together was a good idea. They'd both been working for the day and came home to change before heading out. Darren really had thought this through. He'd ordered a car to drive for the night, so they could drink as much as they wanted, and the table was even off from the rest of the restaurant so they'd have their privacy.

It wasn't until they were sitting in the restaurant and Chris really settled into their regular routine at a restaurant. They always split the bread on the table, Chris always ordered the wine, and they always ordered the same appetizer. It wasn't until the waiter walked in with the wine list and Darren said something about champagne that Chris froze. They never had champagne unless they were celebrating something.

"Whoa, champagne?"

Darren nodded. "Why not? Its good stuff!"

"It is, but you know first hand how that stuff gets to my head. Do you not remember the night you became a regular? I only had 2 glasses."

Darren laughed, remembering the night. "Lea really liked that lap dance."

Chris shook his head. "Yeah, so did you if I remember correctly."

Darren smiled. "Come on, one glass."

"Fine." He reached for his glass. "Why champagne though? Isn't that for celebrating."

Darren nodded. "We are celebrating. We're celebrating your awesomeness."

Chris laughed. "Darren, by the same rule we could drink champagne every day and celebrate our combined awesomeness."

Darren nodded. "Well there's more." He pulled the ring out of his pocket and presented it to Chris in the palm of his hand. He looked up at Chris, who was somewhere between insanely happy and on the verge of tears.

Chris gasped at the sight of the ring. "Darren...its beautiful."

Darren took Chris' hand with the hand not holding the ring and looked right into his eyes. "I know that you've been pissed lately with my constant mind changing. But I didn't want you to figure me out. I love you, Chris, and I want to share my life with you, and have you share yours with me. I can't imagine a day without you in my life, so that's what this ring represents. It represents our love, and our future, and I really hope that you'll wear it."

The tears Chris had been holding back had been pushed over the edge by that little speech. He pounced on Darren, hugging him and pressing his lips every where possible.

"Of course I'll wear it. But on one condition."

Darren pulled back to look at him. "Condition?" Not something he'd been expecting. He watched as Chris reached into his own pocket and produced a ring. The rings were as different as could be. The one Chris had pulled out of his pocket was a simple silver band with a black stripe all the way around. Chris had chosen it because it reminded him entirely of Darren from the moment he saw it. (.)

Darren was still holding onto Chris' ring which was a beautiful silver band with a carved edge. (.)

"You...you got me a ring?"

Chris nodded. "Weeks ago. Just after we got back from the wedding, me and Ashley went to a place in Beverly Hills and I picked out a ring, and she pretended to be buying it for someone so no one could leak the story."

Darren smiled, wiping away a few tears of his own before placing his hand on Chris' cheek and kissing him. "You're perfect."

Chris shook his head. "No, you're perfect."

Darren pointed at Chris' hand. "Did you want to...put it on?"

Chris nodded. "Yes!" He held out his hand and Darren gently slipped the ring onto his engagement finger. Mostly because that's what the rings were made to fit on.

Chris smiled down at the ring. "Your turn?"

Darren nodded, as excited as a puppy. Chris tried to gently slide the ring on, but it got to Darren's knuckle and wouldn't go anymore.

"It won't fit."

Darren glanced down at his hand (he'd been intently watching Chris) and frowned. "I'll lose weight."

Chris laughed. "It won't fit your finger. I'll have to get it resized."

Darren shook his head. "No! I don't want someone taking it away. I'll wear it around my neck, on a chain thing."

Chris smiled. "Deal."

Darren reached over for his glass of champagne. "So, was the champagne justified?"

Chris nodded. "More than anything. Lets order up a bottle or two and just drink and drink and then I'll give you a lap dance!"

Darren winked. "Can't I just have the lap dance?'

After dinner, Darren and Chris went home. They'd paid for some tickets to some play, but it was the farthest thing from their minds. They made out the whole way home. In fact, they didn't even notice when they got home. The driver had to get their attention.

They got in the house and items of clothing started flying. They made a non verbal decision that stairs whilst trying to fuck each other wasn't a good idea, and they had everything they'd need downstairs anyways. Why bother going upstairs?

Darren lead Chris to the kitchen and leaned him up against the fridge, trailing kisses down his jaw and sucking eagerly at his neck.

"Darren, fucking in the kitchen is hardly sanitary."

"Its not like we cook in here. Might as well put the room to good use."

Chris considered that for a few minutes, and was all ready to suggest the living room instead when Darren begun sucking on his earlobe, causing him to lose any thought he'd ever had.

Chris pushed Darren off him and over to the counter and then up against it before kissing him hard.

Chris pulled away then and took a step away. "Take off your pants."

Darren did as he said. He loved when Chris took control like this. He was bossy and needy and just so desperate to be naked and touching, that Darren couldn't help but be ridiculously turned on.

Chris took off his own pants and tossed them over towards the fridge. Darren did the same before looking back at Chris.

"Turn around."

Darren turned around. He was facing the counter now. He heard Chris open a drawer and close it before pressing the front of his body to the back of Darren's and talking right into his ear.

"What do you want me to do?"

Darren's entire body responded to those words.

"I want your cock in my ass."

Chris smirked. "Do you?" He silently opened the lube and got some onto his fingers before pushing them into Darren's rear. "I think you were missing a few steps."

Darren gasped in shock. He hadn't been expecting that, not yet. Chris was normally all about the foreplay. He added another finger, gently stretching Darren. Clearly tonight was different.

Chris smiled. "You want it, don't you?"

Darren nodded eagerly. "Please." It was barely above a whisper, but loud enough for Chris to hear. He took his hand out of Darren, who whimpered at the emptiness, and lubed up his cock. He'd been half hard since they got through the door. Just the thought of fucking Darren was enough to send him over the edge.

He bent Darren over the counter and pushed through the tight muscle slowly. Darren moaned loudly, gripping the counter as best he could and raising his head to look back at Chris.

Chris tangled his hand through Darren's curls, moving in and out of his ass at a faster pace. Chris continued pumping in and out before reaching around for Darren's cock and jerking him in time to his thrusts.

"Chris, I'm so close."

Chris stopped thrusting and propped one leg up on the stool next to them before thrusting again, and hitting that perfect spot, causing Darren to scream in pleasure and come all over himself, while clenching his muscles tight around Chris' cock and sending him over the edge.

Chris collapsed on top of Darren's back, exhausted, and still buried deep inside of him. They stood there for a few minutes while they each remembered how to breathe normally again. Chris stood up and pulled out of Darren slowly. He grabbed the roll of paper towel and wet it lightly before cleaning them both up. He started with his own cock before gently wiping around Darren's hole and then proceeded to clean off his stomach, and the counter.

Darren stood up and turned around. "Chris, that was seriously some of the hottest sex I think we've ever had."

Chris laughed. "I think I'm gonna have to agree with you. We should have sex in the kitchen more often."

Darren grinned. "We should just have sex more often. I missed it." He wrapped his arms around Chris. "Con to fucking in the kitchen, there's nowhere to cuddle."

Chris smiled. "There's always the couch." He pulled away from Darren, dragging him towards the living room and pulling Darren down on the couch on top of him.

"Look, the perfect cuddle place!"

Darren laughed. "Hold on, we're missing something." Darren got off Chris and walked over to the electric fireplace and switched it on. "Now everything is perfect!" He walked back over and laid down on top of Chris. "If I would have known buying you something shiny would result in that, I would have done it a lot sooner."

The next day, they hosted a little gathering of the Glee cast. The whole thing had been Chris' idea. He just wanted everyone around. And there was some college football game or something rather on that Cory really wanted to watch on their big screen.

Cory was messing around in the fridge, mumbling something about weird cheeses while Ashley leaned against the counter next to Chris. They were the only people in the kitchen. Chris took his hand out of his pocket to reach for his diet coke when he heard Ashley gasp. He glanced over at her and saw her eyes glued to his ring. She met his eyes, a huge smile spread across her face. He shook his head and she frowned, clearly confused.

He pointed to the pantry and they both went over to the side.

"Chris, when the hell did you get that?"

"Yesterday. Its not an engagement ring. Its a promise ring."

"I want details!"

Chris smiled. "We'll have a night in tomorrow. Darren's leaving tomorrow morning for some meetings in Chicago."

"I'll be here. And I want the full story."

Chris nodded before stepping out of the pantry to see Cory preparing nachos. Right where him and Darren had been affectionate the night before.

Chris looked up just as Darren walked into the room with Mark and Harry, joking around and then suddenly stopping mid step and glancing at Chris.

"Uh...Cory...whatcha doin there?"

Cory looked up at Darren. "I'm making nachos. I know you and Chris don't cook, and you can't order these." He dropped a chip on the counter before picking it up and putting it in his mouth, which was a little too much for Chris. He turned, facing the window while his face turned bright red.

Darren shook his head. "Maybe you should use the counter on the other side..."

Mark looked at Chris and then back at Darren, who was looking a little red himself, and laughed. "Hey Cory, I bet they did it right where you just picked that chip up from."

Cory glanced around the area, then from Chris to Darren before making a face. "That's just...wrong. Its not even sanitary!"

The rest of the cast entered the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about.

Naya poked Harry. "Why's Chris so red?"

Harry laughed. "Apparently they use their kitchen for dirtier things than the rest of us."

Everyone laughed, with the exception of Chris and Darren, who had moved so they were standing closer together.

Lea giggled. "That's kinda hot."

"Lea!"

Naya shook her head. "No, she's right. That's totally hot."

The rest of the girls, with the exception of Ashley (Chris had glared in her direction), agreed.

Cory was looking a little queasy. "I don't really want nachos anymore..."

Mark laughed. "So why the kitchen?"

Darren shrugged. "We don't use it for anything else."

Chris hit Darren on the arm. "Don't encourage him!"

Mark laughed. "Oh my god, that's amazing. Hey, I don't use my balcony, did you guys wanna get it on there?"

Darren smiled. "Anytime. Did you want to watch or...?"

Naya shrugged. "I wouldn't mind watching."

Lea, Amber, Jenna, Dianna and Heather all nodded in agreement while Chris covered his face with his hands, mumbling something about only have sex in the bedroom from now on.

I wrote this chapter SO quickly. You guys have no idea. I actually read through it quickly and found about a million spelling mistakes! But I think I got them all. As for that smut, I'm normally really awkward about smut, but I'm actually pretty damn proud of that scene. I actually wrote it one night before going to bed, woke up the next day and read it and I kept looking around for little horny hobbits who broke in to write it. Yes, hobbits.

I HAD SUCH A HARD TIME PICKING OUT RINGS FOR THESE TWO. I actually had a friend help me. It took me over an hour to pick their rings, but I think these feel right. I tried to picture them in interviews and such wearing them.

AS FOR THE CORY THING. I thought about it when I was turning off the computer and wrote "eat off counter!" on the cover of my school book and my mom saw it and was super confused, but yeah. I decided that it had to be Cory cause that's just really funny.

So yeah, this is the last chapter for a few days, but I didn't leave you on a cliffhanger or anything! OH And a wonderful person that I adore (ya'll should go read her fics too) recommended this fic to a lovely blog called "votewithdarrencriss. tumblr .com" you should check them out! And once again, come check me out on tumblr. I like friends! OH MY GOD COME BE MY FRIEND! .com

Okay, I think this is the end of this note. I think this might hold the record for largest amount of rambling on a chapter, ever. Thank you if you're still reading this. If you aren't...well then you aren't and I don't have to address you! HA! Okay, bye now.