Just so everyone knows, this chapter takes place a while after they move to New York, just to move the story along.

The beginning is also so insanely random. I just started writing and that's what happened. I don't even know if its accurate.

"A New Direction" was doing really well. Not quite as well as Glee had done, but they'd been renewed for another season just before they stopped filming for Christmas. They'd gone back to LA and sold their house, and bought another in New York, another apartment because that's what Chris wanted. And they'd gotten everything ready for the wedding. The only problem was the snow.

Everyone was supposed to be coming in a week before the wedding, with the exception of Lea who was already in the city. But their flights had been cancelled due to snow, and everyone got in the next morning. It wasn't so bad for Darren, or Chris. It was Cory and Mark that were disappointed.

"We spent HOURS on the phone with people here trying to plan the best bachelor's parties possible."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Mark, we don't need them."

Mark saw a flash of doubt in Darren's eyes and grinned. "You may not want one, but the hobbit sure does." He pulled Cory away just then, leaving Darren and Chris sitting at their kitchen table.

"You really want a bachelor party?"

Darren leaned forward, taking Chris' hand. "Not for the reasons most guys want them. Most guys want an excuse to flirt and get drunk and just be insane without the chance of being caught. I just want one to celebrate that I'm marrying you."

Chris looked at him. "Darren, that's a load of crap. You can't celebrate marrying someone without that someone there."

"Did I ever say that I didn't want you there? Of course I want you there. I want everyone there. So its not a bachelor party...more of a drunken celebration."

Chris laughed some. "All we have are drunken celebrations."

Darren nodded. "And if I remember correctly, who's the one that dances on the laps of various half naked people?"

Chris kicked him under the table. "We said we weren't talking about that again! Besides, I thought it was you and you know it."

Darren grinned. "I know no such thing."

The next night they went out on the town. Drinking, dancing, partying.

The last thing Chris or Darren remembered was getting into a cab.

Darren woke up first the next morning, in a room he didn't quite recognize. There were pillows thrown everywhere, lamps knocked over and was that a painting of a duck? He rolled over, happy to find Chris there. He sat up slowly and begun looking around the room for his pants. He tripped over a rubber duck, falling onto Chris.

Chris sat right up at he woke up. "NO NOT THE RED PANTS!" He glanced around. "...is that a painting of a duck?"

Darren nodded. "Yeah. Do you remember anything from last night?"

Chris shook his head. "I remember getting into a cab. And your hand on my leg...but that's it. I don't even feel hung over."

Darren shook his head. "Me either." He put on his pants before glancing out the window. "Uh...Chris?"

"Yeah?" Chris was up and making the bed, like he normally did after waking up at home.

"Now, I'm not a genius, but I'm pretty sure those are Niagara Falls."

Chris turned around, looking out the window. "They are. How the hell did we get to Niagara Falls? Its like a 6 hour drive!"

Darren pulled on his shirt. "That's it, where's Mark?" He found his phone in his pocket and called Mark.

"Goooood morning!"

Darren sighed. "Dude, what the hell?"

Mark laughed. "I was wondering when we'd hear from you! Are you two coming down for breakfast?"

"Fine. Where are you?'

"In the restaurant. Just go down to the lobby and one of us'll come get you." He hung up and Darren turned to Chris. "Get dressed. We're going downstairs."

Ashley met them at the elevators a few minutes later. "So, how hungover are you guys?"

Chris shook his head. "Not at all. I feel fine, minus the complete memory loss."

Darren nodded. "What did we do last night?"

She laughed. "Well, we got on a plane and flew to Buffalo, then got off the plane and drove to Niagara, where most of us ended up at the hotel drinking. You two, along with Cory and Mark said you wanted to reenact The Hangover and took off."

Chris laughed. "That's kind of funny. Seeing as we don't remember anything now."

They got into the restaurant and sat down with everyone. Darren sat down right next to Mark and looked at him.

"Details. Now."

Mark laughed. "All we did was take you to a strip club. An all male strip club. And buy you each a lap dance."

Cory cringed. "Which you two took to mean give each other lap dances and then we had to use the ones we bought for you."

Mark nodded. "Then we bar hopped for a few hours and came home."

Cory shook his head. "That's not all. The painter guy!"

"OH YEAH!" Mark laughed. "Darren got really funny at one point and stopped to tell the painter that he needed a picture of a duck so he could hang it in the bathroom and then him and Chris could be like Ernie and Burt."

Chris started laughing before Darren shot him a look. "Why don't we remember any of it?"

Mark shrugged. "Ask Cory, he's the one that was getting drinks."

"I just wanted you guys to let loose!"

Chris glared at Cory. "What did you do?"

"Well, I bought some energy powder from the health store, and I dissolved it in your drinks. And I might have trippled the amount."

"You MIGHT have?"

Cory sighed. "Okay, okay! I did! I just wanted you guys to have fun! Not go insane and start dry humping in every bar in Buffalo!"

Darren shook his head. "Bad Canadian. Baaad Canadian!"

Chris laughed. "Hey, it could have been a lot worse! At least we're alive, and we've got a new picture for the apartment."

The wedding was in two days, and Chris still hadn't chosen a best wo/man. Darren had asked Naya and Joe to stand up there with him, but Chris was having a hard time deciding. He wanted to have his sister up there, but they were flying back there next week for their own little ceremony with their parents. This was all for their friends.

He asked Cory to stand up with him, who had anxiously accepted.

Now he needed another, seeing as they'd agreed on two.

Chris had arranged to have lunch with Ashley that day.

"Only we would decide that 30 degree weather is ideal sushi weather."

Chris laughed. "It was your choice! Besides, no one else likes it and I needed to talk to you."

"What's up? Woredrobe issue for the big day?'

Chris laughed. "Once again, that's you!" He shook his head. "No, I just was wondering if you'd be my best woman."

She smiled. "Seriously?'

He nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't want anyone else...other than Hannah but she's not coming. So I guess I can settle for you." He winked at her.

"Well Mr Colfer, I'd be honoured."

"Good!"

"One problem though...what am I going to wear?"

Chris laughed. "Oh Ash, you never change."

Chris woke up and sighed happily on their wedding day. He rolled over, expecting to find Darren still in bed next to him, but instead found a piece of paper. He frowned before sitting up and reading it.

"I know you're going to roll your eyes and think I'm being silly, but its our wedding day, and I intend on waiting all day before seeing you again. Just like in the movies. Ashley is going to be coming to get ready with you around 11, so grab some food and a shower before she gets there. I love you. -Darren"

Chris smiled before getting out of bed and going straight for the kitchen. He opened the fridge and reached in for a diet coke, finding it already poured into a glass with a curly straw. He laughed before taking it out and turning to get the box of cereal, finding it already on the counter next to his favourite bowl and another post it note with a smiley face.

After he ate, he went for the shower finding 8 post its all over the bathroom.

"Are you decent?"

Chris laughed. "Yes I'm decent. Did you bring bagles?"

Ashley held up the bag in her hand. "Right here!" She walked over, sitting down on the couch next to him and handing him the bag. "Uh...why are you wearing sweats?'

Chris shrugged. "The wedding isn't till 5...its only 11:30."

Ashley shook her head. "We still have to go pick up the rings."

Chris shook his head. "Darren left me a sticky note on my phone, Mark's getting them."

Ashley nodded. "So how many notes have you found?"

Chris laughed. "He told you about those?'

She nodded. "He planned today really well. Well, he thought things through, the rest of us planned."

Chris had a panicked look on his face. "Wait, what?"

"Today has been very well planned, and sitting around for hours on end is not part of the plan." She stood up, turning off the tv. "Go toss on some jeans. We've got facials and massages, and then to the hair salon. Then lunch at Thai place and then we can get you dressed."

Everyone was gathered in Darren and Chris' living room, seated in the seats they'd set up on either side of the aisle. Chris was standing up at the altar, glancing anxiously down the aisle. He glanced over at Ashley who shook her head, glancing at someone else.

Chris looked at the clock on the wall and then back at the aisle, and then over at the front door. Darren was 13 minutes late. And counting. And not answering his phone. Apparently, he'd taken off to pick up the tux that he forgot to cancel, and told everyone to go ahead without him. And now he was late.

Chris could feel his face getting hotter by the second. Darren would not leave him standing here in front of all their friends. He wouldn't. He wanted to get married just as much as Chris did, maybe even more so. He looked at the clock again. 15 minutes.

Ashley grabbed her phone from the little clutch purse in her hand and tried calling him again, not getting a reply. Chris closed his eyes for a minute, trying to wake himself up. This must be a horrible nightmare. Darren wouldn't do this to him. Not in a million years.

Half of his brain was scared for himself, that Darren had changed his mind. That he realized that he didn't love Chris. The other half of him was convinced that Darren was laying in a ditch somewhere, covered in snow. No one knew where he was. The cars just kept buzzing by, leaving him alone in the ditch. Dying. And Chris was worried about him not showing up. The thought alone was too much. He looked back at Ashley, who understood the full meaning of the look and nodded, allowing him to walk back down the aisle and into his and Darren's room to collect himself.

He'll be here. He has to be.

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I'M JOKING! Oh god, I can just imagine if I left it like that. I think some of you would hunt me down and demand I write a proper ending! A proper ending which is the next chapter. Followed by an epilogue. But then that's it. So prepare yourselves! I have the last chapter all written, and it will be up either tomorrow or the next day. I'm aiming for tomorrow, but if I get yanked away, it'll be up the next day.

I don't know if a lot of energy powder would have that effect, but it was the only thing I had going on in my mind, so it got written in.

I know this chapter seemed...choppy? Did it seem choppy to you? I thought it was kind of choppy. I've only been able to write decent stuff late at night for the last little while, and if you follow me on tumblr and interact with me, you might have noticed how I get when I'm tired. I'm borderline insane, and that probably comes across in the writing. And the whole duck painting Ernie and Burt thing, I don't even know. I just really like ducks, and Sesame Street.

OKAY. FINALLY, GO SEE HARRY POTTER. I CRIED THROUGH MOST OF IT. BE NICE TO EACH OTHER. I COULD WRITE A NOVEL OF RANDOM NOTES AT THE END OF CHAPTERS. I'M DONE RAMBLING NOW. But if you wanted to leave me a review, I'll be sure to read it :) I like reviews.