A/N: Just as I had resigned myself to give this fic K rating the fluffy fairy dropped by and helped me out.
The featured song is from Carolyn Dawn Johnson and is called You Are.
Enjoy.
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Darren was lighting the last of the tea candles when he saw the head lights outside. Chris did not bother to use to garage and instead came racing through the front entrance.
"I drove through two yellow lights to get here –" He said by way of apology as he burst through the door, but the words died on his lips when he saw what Darren had done to the great room. Every available horizontal surface: the kitchen counters, window sills and most of the floor flickered with candle light. Darren stood in front of a baby grand piano (how the hell did he get that in here?) wearing is his sweaty concert T and a sheepish grin. And in the candle light Chris thought Darren had never looked more perfect in his life. Chris was tempted to pull out his phone and use this image of Darren as his desktop background forever. My god the man was perfect.
"You're a wild man Colfer." And Chris was confused for a moment until he realized Darren was replying to his apology.
Darren took a couple steps forward and presented Chris with a piece of greenery.
Noticing Chris' confused look he supplied "It's an olive branch – I'm sorry 'bout what happened last night."
"Oh… I though you would have gone with roses." Chris couldn't help but sound a bit disappointed.
Darren reached down behind the kitchen counter and came up with a dozen red roses and offered these to Chris as well. Darren shrugged his shoulders at Chris' surprised reaction. "I wanted to have all my bases covered."
Chris leaned forward trying to peer around Darren. "Got any more goodies behind there?" he questioned.
"Nope… just me" and Darren shrugged again.
Chris took a tentative step forward. He really did not know what the protocol for this type of situation was, but he knew he wanted to kiss Darren badly. Chris bit his lip, an action that did not go un-noticed by the older man, and spoke softly "Well… you were what I wanted the most."
And then they were pressed together. Roses, olive branches and facades dropped as the two men claimed each other's lips and bodies and Darren had never wanted to christen a kitchen more in his life. After a few minutes however he made himself break away. He had to think. He had to speak. He had a plan he had to follow through with, and when Chris was wrapped around him he lost his desire to do anything but surrender to the arms that held him.
Darren found Chris' eyes and hands in the candle light. He hopped onto the side of the kitchen island and pulled Chris between his legs, crossing his ankles behind the younger man's thighs.
"We need to talk." Darren began and he did not miss the wave of fear and doubt that passed across Chris' face.
"Darren, I'm sorr–" Chris countered but Darren cut him off.
"Chris …please… I need to tell you… so many things. You said so much yesterday and I was not… honest… with you … with myself too. Just hear me out okay?" Chris nodded, his brow creased with worry, but he let Darren continue.
Darren let out a shaky breath. He bought his hands to Chris' sides and started caressing the back of the man between his legs. "Hey, can you take this off?" Chris realized he was still wearing his hoodie – he had never taken it off in the rush to get here. Without moving from in front of Darren, Chris quickly threw the hood back and unzipped the front, flinging the jacket in the direction of the door. Both boys laughed softly as it landed neatly on the door knob.
It only took a second for Darren to get back to business. "Good …I can see you and feel you now" he whispered as he brushed Chris' bangs from his face. Chris blushed, wishing he had put some product in his hair this afternoon, but quickly forgetting his train of thought as Darren pulled him in for another kiss.
Darren was the one to pull back for the second time tonight and Chris felt his stomach start to clench with worry. Darren needed to tell Chris how much he had wanted to hear move in with me, share my life, but he didn't quite know where to begin.
"I lied to you." Darren's words hit Chris like a fist. Chris whipped his head up to look at Darren; Chris' throat was tight, eyes already watering. No, no, no. This was not happening; they were on the same page. He had waited, and hoped.
Chris slumped in Darren's arms. Chris was broken and wanting to leave. Now. He made a move to release himself, but Darren tightened his legs around him. "Chris, …Baby, don't jump to conclusions" the older man chastised "you promised you would hear me out."
"I'm not going to let my first memory of this house be you breaking up with me in it!"
Then Darren was laughing. Chris felt something akin to 'fury' begin to build in his chest. The bastard was laughing at him. He was just about to pull back and punch Darren square in the jaw when the older boy wrapped his arms around Chris and began to whisper in his ear. "My god, Chris, calm down…. I'm not breaking up with you …okay… I don't buy roses and light a hundred candles and sing love songs to someone I'm about to break up with … have a little faith in me."
Chris stilled, and if he was honest with himself, wanted to kick his own ass right then. What was wrong with him? Four weeks ago they had been in almost the same situation with Darren being sincere and Chris jumping to conclusions. He seriously had to work on his trust issues.
"I'm sorry" Chris muttered bringing up his shoulder to wipe away a tear that had escaped his eye.
"No, I'm sorry. You're the one that's so good with words, plus when I'm around you I still get so tongue tied …nothing seems to want to come out right." Darren released his hold on Chris, pulling back so Chris could read the sincerity in his eyes. "You okay? …Can I sing for you now and then after try to say what I need to say? …Would that be alright?"
Chris gave an affirmative nod and wondered how he got lucky enough to find someone who put up, willingly, with the emotional issues he was still sorting through from high school.
"Chris, I know you were at the concert tonight and I hope you knew when I was singing to you, which was practically the entire night. There are a thousand love songs I want to sing to you. There are a million thoughts I want to share with you. But my only goal for tonight is to tell you and show you how special you are to me. Alright?" Chris nodded again, not really trusting himself to talk.
Darren slipped off the counter and headed toward the piano. He felt the worry he was holding inside ease as slipped into the seat. As long as he got to say everything he needed to say tonight he knew they would be okay, …better than okay he hoped.
"Chris, …this song is not for a crowded room filled with screaming fans, this song is just for you." And then Darren began to play and sing.
The sunlight on my shoulders
The smile on my face
My secret weapon, my favorite place
The reason my heart skips a beat
The broom that sweeps me off my feet
A gentle inspiration
My weary soul's salvation
The half that makes me whole
The gravity that grounds me
The arms I want around me
Never letting go
I've lived
I've lived enough
To know what is
And what's not
You are - you are
All the love I wanna make
Every breath I wanna take
The rush that's running down my spine
The touch that takes me every time
An innocent seduction
Oh, I can't get enough and
I can't help but let it show
I lose all my composure
I'm totally exposed and
The reason I let go
Is...
I've lived
I've lived enough
I know what is
And what's not
You are - you are
My every hope
My every dream
You are my everything
I've lived yeah
I've lived enough
I know what is
And what's not
You are - you are - you are
The sunlight on my shoulders
The smile on my face
My secret weapon
My favorite place…
The song ended and Chris was walking towards the piano with tears in his eyes and a smile on his lips. Darren had hoped upon hope that he had picked the right song. For tonight. To lay it all on the line. To let Chris know everything.
Before he could question himself further Chris was there on the piano bench with him, kissing him like his life depended on it. Darren relished the idea of Chris taking control of the situation and if the hand sneaking between his legs was any kind of hint as to what Chris was thinking, his plans were very similar to Darren's. Head clouded with lust, Darren almost abandoned 'the talk' part of the evening all together, but he knew anything they did after would be that much more special once Darren had shared his feelings with Chris.
"It's your fault you know…" Darren panted when they parted for a breath. "Your kisses make me dizzy and I can't think or talk straight" He could feel Chris smiling against his mouth as he moved in again.
"Mmmm… my fault, …do tell." Chris was leaning back, smirk on his lips, eyes mischievous and steady.
"Chris, the sooner you let me say what I gotta say the sooner we can… OH" Chris had tweeked one of Darren's nipples sending electricity downward. Darren got up from the bench and for a moment questioned himself (again). Was this the time? Did it have to be said? He was forgiven and everything was fine, well more than fine. Would he and his poor choice of words screw up what was looking to be a very promising make-up, make-out session. And it was that thought that let Darren know he had to say something.
How long was Chris going to make do with making out? God, how long was Darren gonna deal with it. He wanted to make love to his boyfriend. Life wasn't platform 9 and ¾. Going and giving almost all of himself just wasn't going to cut it anymore. It was time to go big or go home (and Darren hoped it wouldn't be the latter).
"Let's get some fresh air." Darren grabbed Chris' hand dragging him towards the balcony.
~o~0~o~
Darren decided to change tactics. He was always taught to see things objectively taking both sides into consideration, but he didn't think that was going to work tonight. He wanted Chris to hear him loud and clear. Chris had to know what Darren wanted and expected. The time for beating around the bush was over.
"Chris, please remember that I love you and please don't jump to any negative conclusions. I just gotta say this the way I gotta say this. Okay?" Chris nodded in response and then Darren continued.
"I don't wanna move in downstairs."
Chris took a deep breath, trying to stay positive, but he felt his resolve and his heart crumble just a little bit. He wanted Darren here, with him. He was almost willing to beg. "Listen, you can have the guest room, the view isn't so good, but it's yours if you want it."
"I don't want to move into the guest room either." The blue eyed boy heard the finality in Darren's voice. He realized Darren wasn't ready. Maybe it was too big of a step for him to take this soon in the relationship.
"I understand," Chris began "it would probably be more attention than you want, than we need." Chris was staring out into the black of the canyon; he hoped from this angle Darren would not be able to see the tears threatening his eyes. When does life get easier? he wondered. When do I get the fairy tale ending?
"Look at me please Baby." Chris took a long shuddering breath and turned back to Darren. "What I want to do, …if its okay with you, is share the master. I want to share your bed, Chris. I want to share your life." Darren did not pause, didn't give Chris time to reply, he had to finish what he begun. "I want to share this house with you, I want to share showers and chores and utility bills. I want to combine our DVD collections in that entertainment center that kicked our butt. And I wanna carpool, because I wanna share every moment that I can with you. What do you say Sweet Prince? Will you share your castle with me?"
Chris practically threw himself into Darren arms and Darren steadied himself to take Chris' full weight. The younger man was smothering him in chaste kisses and laughing and crying all at once. "I'll take that as a yes?" and Chris was nodding like a bobble head and then Darren was laughing and crying too, relishing the feeling of being loved and being able to love in return.
Chris had wound his legs around the shorter boy's waist, most of his weight being held up by Darren's hands on his ass. The laughter had died away and soon Chris was moaning into Darren's mouth and grinding against him.
Darren pulled out of the kiss panting for air. "I want to experience everything with you. I love you Chris, so much, and tonight, if you will let me, I want to show you how much you mean to me. Let me make love to you."
Chris let out a quiet gasp and he was almost certain his heart had skipped a beat or two. He was about to pinch himself, because stuff like this just didn't happen to boys like him. So far, most of his fairy tales had been inspired by Grimm and not Disney, and they never ended well. But here he was wrapped around a boy, who was everything he could have dreamed of and more, and everything was so perfect and so right, for once.
~o~0~o~
Darren flung open the bedroom door excitedly and bowed. "My Prince." He waved his hand with a practiced flourish inviting Chris over the threshold. Chris took in the sight before him and collapsed into giggles. Darren wasn't hurt in the slightest. He stood back, arms crossed over his chest admiring his handi-work. "I knew you'd like it" and Chris could hear the smile in his voice.
Darren had outdone himself – and that was saying a lot, because Darren Criss lived an over-the-top existence. The air mattress was against the far wall. Purple and pink striped sheets flickered in the candle light. On the right hand side of the bed Belle's face smiled from the pillow perched against the wall; its mate on the left was encased with picture of a web slinging Spiderman. There was a small cooler full of ice on the left (Chris') side and the shiny circular lids of Chris' favorite beverage were peeking through the glittering cubes. On the right was a cardboard box night stand and Chris heart and stomach seemed to flip places when he saw the lube and condoms sitting brazenly on top.
"So CrissColfer is on, hey?" Chris smiled as he slid his arms around Darren and acknowledged Darren's hand made banner that spanned the entire width of the bed.
"It's so on – you gotta join the club, Colfer."
"Never say never." Chris replied with a smile on his lips.
"I'd never say no to you."
"Good, because I was hoping you were gonna follow through on that promise you made down stairs."
~o~0~o~
Darren laid the pale boy down on the counterpane as if he were truly made of porcelain, never taking his eyes off the younger man, willing him to see, to read, to know, all the thoughts and words and dreams that were racing through his head and coursing through his veins trying to find a way out. But the feel of Chris' skin against his and the smell of his flesh eventually became too much to ignore and Darren finally tore his gaze away to taste, to graze, to feast on the panting man beneath him.
Darren's hands and tongue traced the map of Chris' body, the body it had come to know intimately over the last few weeks. Tonight, Darren did not stop with the familiar; he did not take anything before him for granted. He scoured the younger man's body searching for a place he may have missed in his previous ministrations and revisiting the hills and valleys he knew would bring moans and pleading from the countertenor.
Without letting up on the attention he was paying to the younger man, Darren readied himself to begin his assault on Chris' virginity. He thrust his tongue into Chris' mouth while his finger breached the young man's private fortress. Chris gasped and stiffened underneath him, but only momentarily; he was soon letting out a sound of contentment which encouraged Darren to forge ahead. The minutes passed like hours to Darren as he watched the man he loved writhe and flail in the sheets, as one invader became two, and two became three, and they found the knot of sensitivity again and again.
Darren was drowning; overwhelmed with emotion and love, lost in the ache and need of something he never new he was missing, until Chris. He found his voice. "Are you ready?" It came out as a hoarse whisper against the shell of the pale boy's ear.
Chris found Darren's eyes in the candle light. The blue eyed man opened his mouth to speak but all the love and lust and want had seemed to settle right on his voice box rendering him mute. He nodded his head and let out a shaky breath. Chris looked at Darren and managed a breathy moan, grinding his hips into the man above him trying to make his needs clear.
For Darren the question had been a mere formality, there was no way he could back down from the desire burning inside of him. He raised Chris' legs, locking eyes with his friend and lover, and leaned into the younger man. It was Darren's to turn to gasp at the sensations surrounding him. His heart was a techo beat in his ears; his brain was in overdrive. He never knew. How could he know. He never wanted to leave. My god it felt so right.
Chris' hands on his hips bought him back to into focus. Chris' eyes said more and Darren wondered how much more he could feel before he ignited. Chris held onto Darren's hips, pulling him in, breath by breath, inch by inch, until Darren's thighs were quivering with his restraint. And then the two were one.
Darren had never felt so close to Chris and yet so far away. He took the younger man's hand from his hip and kissed it, but was not enough. He slowly dropped Chris' legs from their place on his chest and leaned forward. He needed more contact, when only seconds before it had been too much. Chris must have felt the same way because as Darren leaned forward Chris came up onto his elbows to meet him halfway.
Darren tried to convey his love as their lips met but soon lost himself to all the other emotions that had inundated his mind and body. He sucked and licked and moaned into the man below him. He thrust into Chris trying to get closer even though it was impossible to do so.
At his thrust Chris shuddered and fell back into the bed, an incoherent stream of words finally released from his throat. Realizing he had found his voice Chris sighed "I've been waiting …for you" and Darren could have sworn he felt himself, unbelievably, harden even more.
He leaned back and took Chris' hips in his hands. The desire that churned in him was hurricane strength and he had to release it. Darren had to show the man beneath him what he meant to him. He tried to be slow and tender, letting his body say all the words that died on his panting lips, but Chris' moans made him giddy with need and he lost himself to the drive deep within him.
His whole world was shaking, vibrating enough to make the edges blur. He didn't know if it emanated from the trembling boy beneath him whose body and mouth let Darren know he was on the verge, or from the spring coiled so impossibly tight inside himself.
The pleasure was dizzying, and as the tunnel vision of his orgasm closed in he grabbed onto Chris, not to slow himself down, but to ensure that the boy below him was riding the rollercoaster of release along side him. And. Then. Darren. Shattered.
The world was white hot and his breath ran ragged through his lungs and he managed almost another half breath before he fell boneless onto the man beneath him; some part of him, very far away, thankful that he had managed to hold out as long as Chris.
Hands were in his hair, kissing his head and he slid on the slippery skin beneath him to reach the young man's lips. His man. His Chris. His Future.
~o~0~o~
(a few hours later…)
Chris woke with a start, trying to get his bearings. Darren pulled him close and whispered in his ear "Here, safe with me," answering Chris' unasked question. Only a handful of candles remained lit and Chris took a moment to look at the room around him, trying to memorize everything he saw and the feeling that hung in the air, almost tangible, love. His first time. Their first time. And then Chris was fully awake and smiling and plotting and planning.
He began to cover Darren's neck and chest with the softest of kisses, ghosting his hands down Darren's sides and back, singing softly every time his lips left the warm flesh below him.
You're so… delicious
You're so… soft,… sweet on the… tip of my… tongue
You taste like… sunlight…baby… and strawberry bubble gum
You bite… my lip, …you spike… my blood
And then Darren was fully awake encircling him in his arms and kissing the words off his tongue. They kissed for a few minutes, lazy and content. Well, Darren may have been content, but Chris had a plan.
"You know what we did earlier?" Chris started shyly.
"I think I can almost, kinda recall" Darren teased.
"Well, I'd kinda like to return the favor… that is if you don't mind" and Chris felt himself blush.
"I will never say no to you, My Prince."
"Are you certain… you don't have too, I –"
"The ceratinest." Darren cut him off. "I said I wanted to experience everything with you Chris, and I mean it. I want to give you all the love and pieces of me I have to give. I'm committed to this fully: mind, body and soul." And then Chris was on him again kissing the words out of his mouth.
~o~0~o~
Darren could fell himself unraveling. He trembled under Chris' hands, under Chris' body. In a way it was too soon, he hadn't quite finished putting himself back together from before. The glue on his shattered psyche wasn't quite dry and he was terrified where another episode would leave him.
Darren realized that if this was going to keep happening (and he really, really hoped it would keep happening) he was gonna need some type of metaphysical? metaphorical? Shit! It was so hard to think when Chris was doing that to him. Shit! – He was certain he was going need to keep some type of Moses Basket near by to collect the pieces in, because under Chris' hands he was coming apart. And it was the most glorious feeling ever.
He felt like he was about to short circuit or blow a fuse or something.
And so I went and let you blow my mind…
And now he finally understood what those lyrics meant. How love could take over every fiber of your being until you were helpless to resist and had to surrender. Darren realized it was not only the act but the feelings, his feelings, Chris' feelings, all tied up together creating something bigger than the both of them.
I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided, who's one of my kind
He let himself just be, in the moment, in love. He could not help the tears that silently rolled out the corners of his eyes and into his ears. Then Chris was there, leaning forward, kissing away his tears.
The sudden change in position seemed to awaken every nerve in Darren; he had no choice but to feel. It was like a flash bomb had exploded inside him and his body was an inferno, his skin barely able to contain the flames while he trembled and screamed Chris' name.
Eventually, he opened his eyes to find Chris smiling down at him with a knowing look of satisfaction on his face …until moments later …and then it was Chris' turn to come undone.
~o~0~o~
(…and still later as the sun was beginning to rise)
They were just holding each other. Gentle caresses. Soft kisses. A few conspiratory looks, and shared smiles. But mostly a lot of staring off into space, as both men were coming to terms with their new reality. Making silent changes to life plans. Reveling in the knowledge that they were together in this for the long haul.
Chris bought Darren's hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles and the ring that made Chris' heart swell every time he saw it on the older man.
"I would have never dared to dream a dream this sweet when I bought you that ring. I never dreamed we would actually be Darren and Chris. Chris and Darren. Now every time I see it I will remember last night and how perfect we are and can be together, D and C." Chris sighed and rested his head on Darren's chest, twirling the band between his fingers.
"I thought you said it was for Darren Criss?" The older boy questioned.
"You were right from the start Darren. When I first came across it I immediately thought: Darren and Chris. I never dreamed you would see it and think it too. I'm so sorry I lied to you. You are my best friend, and I didn't want to scare you away with a school boy crush. I'll never lie to you again, I promise."
"I understand, …but we've been together for weeks, why are you just telling me now?"
"Last night, I could hear your love for me in the songs. I felt it in your touch. It made me believe that this …might be …real."
"And you didn't believe it before?" Darren didn't sound hurt, just curious.
Chris sighed. Him and his big mouth. He had just promised Darren he wouldn't lie to him, but the truth was so hard to say out loud. Darren squeezed his hand and Chris looked up at him. Darren was so beautiful, so honest and had never judged Chris, not once, so why did Chris believe he would start now. This is what a relationship is Colfer he reprimand himself, sharing bits of yourself with the one you love, even the not so pretty bits.
"I thought you were gonna leave." Chris blurted out before he could sensor himself. "I thought one day you would wake up and realize this was a mistake. Or maybe someone would say something and you would realize this is not what you want. Or…, well, a hundred other maybes. I was just waiting for the Big Bad Wolf to come along and blow down my house of straw, you know."
"You grew up on the wrong type of fairy tales you know." Darren said seriously. "In my fairy tales, princes rescue damsels in high towers and love makes Beasts beautiful, gives mermaids legs and makes wooden boys real." Chris realized Darren was right, his sense of reality had been warped by his childhood. Without missing a beat, Darren continued on, twinkle in his eye. " …I like to think I'm magical because I can give real boys – wood." Then he was on Chris, kissing and tickling and groping and the younger man's laughter was filling and brightening the room quicker than the suns rays.
~o~0~o~
They had left Darren's car in the garage. They could deal with that and the piano tomorrow. They rode in comfortable silence having decided to chance a rare trip to a diner together, before spending the afternoon in bed. Well they had not quite decided that part, but Chris could tell from Darren's roaming hands and suggestive glances that that's where they were heading, not that he had any problem with that.
Darren was rummaging through his draw in Chris' dresser, he needed a shave and shower badly. If Chris got any more beard burn on his face the make-up crew were gonna have his ass, and after last night, he was certain he would much rather save if for Chris.
He could hear Chris singing in the front room; Faster was definitely his new favorite song.
"Hey, lover boy!" Darren called from the hall and Chris peeked his head around the corner. "We doing anything on Thursday?" Chris put on his thinking face and bit his lip, then shook his head no.
"Great! I'm gonna make us dinner plans okay?" Chris gave him the thumbs up and disappeared again. Darren was a little curious to what he was doing, but decided to make a quick call while Chris was out of the room.
"What up, Criss?"
"Ash, you are released from your vow of silence."
"Oh my god. Thank god. …How did it go? Was there castle storming? Is anyone walking funny?" and Darren had to laugh because she would know soon enough.
"You mean he hasn't called you yet?
"NO! What happened?"
"Let's just say it was beautiful and organic. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. But I don't wanna spoil the surprise."
"Spoil me! Spoil me!"
"It's not my secret to tell" and at Ashley's groan "Sucks doesn't it." He smiled thinking about how Ashley had tortured him just the day before.
"You suck!"
"I do, and my man looooves it." Darren said coyly without missing a beat.
Ashley was laughing the deep hearty laugh she reserved for her conspiratory jokes with Chris and Darren was touched.
"I'm calling to invite to my house for dinner on Thursday. You totally deserve it."
"Should I prepare for a threesome or what?" As much as she tried to sound serious, Ashley couldn't hide the smile in her voice.
"Well, part of me says you need to ask your Boo, but Never Say Never…" Darren laughed at his own joke but stopped short hearing Chris' voice coming up the hall.
Only you own me
You rattle my bones
"Ash, he's coming …I'm gonna go. Thursday 'kay?"
"Sounds great. Uh…" there was a softening to her voice "Do you mind if I call him now? Or do you have something planned?"
You turn me over and over
'Til I can't control myself…
"I'm jumping in the tub, so now would be perfect. I know he'd love to hear from you. Bye Sweet Cheeks." Darren pressed 'End' quickly and turned around certain he had been found out.
Make me a liar
One big disaster
You make my heart beat – faster oh, oh
Darren heard Chris' ring tone go off in the living room and the muffled sound of the younger man's foot fall as he turned and sprinted towards it.
"I'm going in the shower" Darren hollered down the hall.
All he received in return was " 'kay!" He was certain the "Oh my god! It finally happened!" was directed to Ashley on the other side of the phone.
As much as he would have loved to eavesdrop, Darren shut the bathroom door with a smile. He leaned into the mirror and looked himself straight in the eye. "You are one lucky bastard. You're living the fairy tale. Don't fuck it up Criss." Reality check complete, Darren started primping for his lunch date, and humming the happy tune stuck in his head.
You make my heart beat
Faster, Faster…
WARNING: Long Authors Note following. May require snacks and a bathroom break.
A/N: So I decided to post this chapter by itself, instead of waiting to get the rest together. This was the original ending of the fic, but then the epilogue took on a life of its own and I considered turning the 2 chapters it turned into (still a work in progress) into another separate story, but they still fit perfectly in this verse so I will probably just expand it.
But I'm open to suggestions/comments.
In case you haven't realized it yet I'm a little obsessed with Matt Nathanson's Faster. I could totally see Darren covering it. And I could totally see me breaking the replay button on YouTube if he ever did it live.
And in case you were wondering, that's what Chris was doing while Darren was in the bedroom and on his call. In my mind, he walked straight into the apartment, turned on his computer and went searching for that video upload from the night before. Because Darren Criss smiling and wiggling his hips is almost too much to take, but Darren smiling and wiggling his hips and singing to you is the stuff of day dreams and wet dreams and Chris had never seen Daren look more alive, happy and beautiful.
And let's just say that image is my new happy place.
And if you are still reading this, I owe you a cookie. But since they have not invented replicators yet, please have in its place a small bit of drabble that did not fit seamlessly into the fic but that I just couldn't bear to delete.
When Darren looked back and remembered his first time submitting to Chris, and lets be honest about it, we all think back and remember the first time with the one we love, he would be honest with himself and realize that a Moses Basket would have been no help. Because under Chris's slow steady rhythm, the way you move ain't fair, you know, he had turned to mush, then eventually to liquid and when they were done the only way he could ever hope of finding all the pieces of himself, that he willingly let fall away, and be put back together, was with the help of a wet vac. Consequently, he grinned like a fool and got a wistful look in his eye whenever he came across one in a home improvement store. Chris had asked about his fascination with them more than once, but he never let Chris know his secret, always managing to change the subject, often dragging Chris to the Fasteners section 'because he wanted a screw'.