A/N: Again, thank you so much for all of the reviews/subscriptions/favorites! I really appreciate it!

I'm kind of going withaneloquenpuzzle and mardie186's suggestions in this chapter. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own Chris or Darren, obvs... or any music that they sing.

Edit: Sorry for the long wait in re-uploading this! I had all of it saved on my old laptop which is pretty much fried, so I had to go dig it out of the piles of junk I have shoved in my closet and finally got the story on a flash drive. Hahaha! Anyways, here's the story for you! Again, sorry it took so long!3

Chapter 2

Music Videos and Ice Cream

Darren stood there for a moment, just staring at the plain gray wall in front of him. His arms hung loosely at his sides, his mouth gaped open a little and a look of confusion was strewn on his face. He was trying to decipher what had exactly happened.

"I just made out with Chris Colfer twice. In front of thousands of people and in the mens bathroom." He whispered to himself as his eyes darted around. "I'm screwed."

He couldn't get over how right it felt to kiss Chris. He had figured out that he had feelings for him a few months earlier when they filmed the 'Kliss', as the fans called it, in Original Songs. He couldn't get over how it had felt, and he couldn't figure out why

That's when he heard footsteps banging loudly down the hallway, which he placed as Ryan Murphey's because of the booming voice.

"What the hell, where is Darren?" Ryan yelled.

Darren took a deep breath and turned to walk out of the bathroom. He wasn't going to hide, he knew he had to tell the truth.

"Darren!" Ryan yelled over Loser Like Me playing above them as the whole New Directions group preformed. Darren was usually dressed into his normal clothes by then, begging Ryan to let him go up and dance with Riker in the Safety Dance, which Ryan always let him do."What in the hell was that? It wasn't scripted, and I know Chris had nothing to do with it because he was about to flip a shit!"

"I'm sorry, sir. I thought... since it was the last show..." Darren looked to his feet, feeling ashamed.

"It was brilliant!" Ryan grinned and patted Darren on the back.

Darren's head snapped up and he looked at Ryan with confusion. Brilliant? 'I was sure he was going to rip my head off or something..' He thought.

"I mean, did you see the fan reaction? We told Naya to go ahead and kiss Brittany, and that got an amazing response... but you two just made out. It looked amazing." Ryan rambled on about how it was the perfect way to end the tour, and how people had just adored the kiss. Darren wasn't really listening, he was too busy concentrating on the TV set up behind Ryan. It was a live feed of what was going on, and Darren just about lost it.

Chris was dancing to Single Ladies, which had always made Darren drool a little before, but this time he had on Darren's tie. "Oh my god." Darren mouthed as he turned his attention fully to the TV. Ryan turned around to see what Darren was (almost literally) drooling over.

"Is that your tie?" He chuckled. "I guess you two really did get into it... I better run off and check to see if everything's running on time." He patted Darren on the back once more and left him to stare at the television.

'Why does he do this to me? Dammit, Chris.' Darren thought to himself as he tore his gaze away from the TV and ran to the costume room to change back into his normal clothes.

After he was changed into his blue t-shirt, jeans, and green scarf a fan had given him the day before, he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked out of the changing room, running right into Chris.

"Sorry!" Darren jumped back and said quickly. "I didn't see you..." He looked down at Chris's outfit again. Oh, it was so different when you were standing right In front of him. How the jeans were just tight enough, how he had unbuttoned the vest a little and the tie was hanging loosely from his neck.

"-kay. Did you like my performance?" Darren noticed Chris was talking to him and chuckling a little.

"Uhm.. yeah, I loved it!" He said a little too enthusiastically and jumped to the side so Chris could go change.

-x-

"If I could have your attention! Everybody!" Ryan Murphey stood in front of the group of people crammed into his hotel room, which happened to be the biggest suite. "Thanks for such a great tour, guys. It was thrilling and stressful but we had a ton of success. I'm pretty sure we earned at least twice as much money as last year, and we got some amazing ratings." Everyone started clapping at the good news. Darren was concentrating on Chris, who was standing beside him, as he grinned.

"We'll be leaving in a day, so you've got all of tomorrow to explore. So try not to get lost. We'll be leaving on the fifth at about one, alright?" Everyone nodded in agreement as he shoo'd them out of his room.

Darren searched through the small crowd to find Amber, who was talking to Jenna and Heather.

"Amber! Hey, I need to ask you something.." He asked kind of awkwardly.

"Darren! You and Chris were amazing in that skit! I thought it wasn't scripted!" She reached forward and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks! It actually- nevermind. Uh,"

"Well, what do you need?" They both walked out into the hallway and stepped into an elevator across the room, which was now empty besides the two of them.

"What would I have to do for you to switch rooms with me?" He winced a little as he spoke quickly.

Amber's eyes grew wide. "Wait, was that scripted? Oh my gosh, you've got to be kidding me."

"Uh, no, I just..." Darren rambled on.

"Give me ten minutes to get my stuff out." She smiled and pulled him in for another hug. "But I want a pair of those pink sunglasses, got it, Warbler boy?"

Darren sighed in relief. He actually had a few extra pairs in his bag, of course he would give her one.

"Deal." He spoke.

After collecting his stuff in his room, which he happened to have by himself for some odd reason, he found himself waiting outside of Chris and Amber's room a few doors down from his. Amber appeared at the door.

"Here's the card. It's room 112." He said as they exchanged room keys.

"Alright. He's actually asleep, and he told me he's planning on working on his book tonight. I don't know how you'll get him out of that..."

"Oh, I will." He grinned. "Wait, the sunglasses!"

He reached into the front pocket of his bag and handed her a pair. She said thanks and then started to hum the Like a G6 tune the whole way down the hallway. Darren looked confused for a moment before walking in to the room.

Chris was asleep on his bed, just as Amber had said, and Darren just stood in the doorway to stare at him for a moment. He was curled up with his arms wound around his legs, his face was pressed into the fluffy pillow below him and he looked to be drooling a little. He was simply wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a blue t-shirt. His hair was ruffled up and in his face, in a way Darren had never seen it before. He had only ever seen it combed over and sprayed down with hairspray.

Darren quietly shut the door behind him and sat his stuff by the other bed. He gave Chris another loving look for a moment, and then opened his bag to snatch out a pair of pajamas a little similar to Chris'. It was pretty late – about twelve o'clock. Darren wondered what Amber meant by "Chris getting up in a bit to work on his book". Darren didn't know Chris spend his nights working on that thing. He raised his eyebrows and walked into the bathroom to change and brush his teeth.

"Alright, now what do I do?" He whispered to himself as he flipped off the light and stood in the middle of the room. All he could hear was Chris breathing across the room. He seriously couldn't help it, before he knew what he was doing, he was laying beside Chris. Chris mumbled something and twisted around to face Darren, although his eyes were still closed and he was still sleeping. Darren smiled and wound his arms around Chris' waist as Chris tucked his head under Darren's chin.

"Mmm.. Amber? Wha..." Darren heard Chris speak a few minutes later.

"No, it's me. Darren," Darren shifted back so he was looking into Chris' eyes.

Chris sat up a little, looking groggy, and just stared at Darren.

"Uh..." Darren stood up. "I-I'm sorry if I intruded... I-I just..."

"Darren Everett Criss." Chris looked at him in a way that scared the hell out of Darren. "Get your ass back into my bed."

Darren just stood there and gaped for a moment, but Chris grabbed his shirt and dragged him back down to the bed.

"I wish you would stop making me have to drag you places." Chris muttered as Darren lay down beside him and they wound their arms around each other, pressing together. "It's quite annoying."

"Mm, just kiss me." Darren found Chris' lips in the darkness and wound his hands in the taller boys hair. They kissed for what seemed like hours before pulling apart for a moment and breathing heavily.

"I can't believe I'm so stupid. Taking forever to realize I'm in love with you." Darren murmured as he kissed along Chris' jawline.

"Mmm, 's okay. Just as long as we're together now..." Darren felt Chris smile.

"So, am I a good crisser?" Darren chuckled a little.

"Oh my God, you saw that interview?" Chris jerked his head back and gaped.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Darren laughed again and felt Chris' hands wonder under his shirt.

-x-

Darren awoke slowly, taking in his surroundings. He heard clicking noises – like someone typing on a computer. He smelled some really strong coffee... and he felt his head half-resting in someone's lap.

"So you're awake, sleepyhead." Darren blinked his eyes open to see Chris' face above him.

"Mm, yeah." Darren smiled and sat up.

"Why am I shi- oh. Oh..." He suddenly recalled that night as a blush crept along his face.

"Yeah." Chris smiled and directed his attention back to his laptop.

"Save it." Darren spoke suddenly.

"What?"

"Save the file. Now."

Darren watched as Chris saved the file, and then he shut the laptop. Chris gasped.

"No way you're working on that all day. It's the 4th of July. It's our last day in Dublin."

Darren rolled his eyes at Chris. He knew that the both of them would just end up laying around in the hotel room all day if he let the other boy have his way, and he was going to make sure none of that happened.

"Are you serious? I was in the middle of a really good part! Now I've probably lost my inspiration." Chris huffed and lay back dramatically on the pillows.

"Well," Darren scooted over so his cheek was pressed against Chris' and their fingers were entwined. "We'll find something to inspire you while we're out looking around Dublin. C'mon, it's beautiful here!"

He watched a grin creep along Chris' face as they lay for a moment, memorizing the patterns of each others breathing.

"Fine. I have to find food for my sea monkeys anyway."

"Wait, you seriously have sea monkeys? I thought you were joking!" Darren looked at Chris, totally surprised at the news.

"Well duh. They're over there." Chris chuckled and pointed to a small aquarium on the desk in the far corner.

"I didn't even know those things existed..." Darren said under his breath as he jumped up to inspect them. "Can I feed them? Do they like Disney music?"

"Oh my gosh, Darren, calm down!" Chris laughed and got out of bed lazily. "Yeah, the food is behind the aquarium. And I'm not sure about the Disney music."

Darren started singing Under the Sea as he sprinkled some of the food in. He was fascinated with the tiny creatures. "Hey, Chris!"

"Yeah?" He heard Chris yell from the bathroom.

"Are you taking a shower? No, we've got to leave now! No time for showering!" Darren jumped over luggage and ran to the closed bathroom door. Chris opened it and glared at him.

"Okay, first you kick me off of my laptop. Now you're telling me I can't shower?"

"Pretty much. Now c'mon!" Darren skipped over to his suitcase and picked out a pair of skinny jeans and some random purple t-shirt. He slipped on his lucky necklace and oxfords in record time. After contemplating for a few moments, he put his glasses on. He would probably run into some fans, and having his glasses on prevented headaches from trying to sign everything so quickly.

"You look so se-" Darren turned to see Chris staring at him and speaking, his head tilted to the side a little.

"What?" Darren asked.

"Nothing! Nothing..." Chris turned his attention back to the plaid shirt he was buttoning up.

"Did I just hear Chris Colfer call my glasses, dare I say it... sexy?" Darren walked forward slowly with a smirk on his face, grabbing Chris' fidgety hands.

"Uhm... yeah.. I-I didn't.. I just..." Chris fumbled over his words.

"Shut up, Chris." Darren silenced him with his lips.

-x-

"Well, this is pretty fun." Chris shivered a little and drew his jacket closer as he licked his strawberry ice cream.

"Yeah. It's chilly, though. And we're eating ice cream." Darren laughed and put his arm around Chris.

After being bombarded by a few dozen fans outside of the hotel, they took a few streets down and found a nice little Ice Cream parlor. Chris insisted on stopping, saying he hadn't had a good ice cream cone since they left New York. They wondered around until they found themselves on a bench right in front of a few small clothing stores.

"Want to go shopping?" Darren asked.

"Nah. I mean, if you do. But I just... want to walk around. See the sights." Chris rested his head on Darren's shoulder.

"Whoa, look at who we found!" Darren's head snapped up as he heard a familiar voice. He felt Chris' head turn a little.

"Riker, my man! Hey, Telly!" Darren grinned widely as Chris sat back up.

"What are you two up to?" Riker asked as he high-fived Darren.

"Oh, nothing. Just looking around." Darren high-fived him back and reached up to smack him on the head.

"Ah. Telly and I were just... hey, where did you find that ice cream?" Riker gave Chris a jealous look.

"Just down the street," Chris gave directions.

Darren looked up at Telly, who was giving him an odd look. "You two?" He mouthed and pointed to the two of them curled up on the park bench.

Darren tried to hide his smile as he blushed and shrugged. Telly just laughed.

"Hey, that whole 'Kliss'," Riker made air quotes around the word. "last night was just brilliant. I heard there was tongue. Lots of it." Riker wagged his eyebrows.

"Hey, you just shut up. I watched a certain Hannah Montana music video the other day that I'm sure you wouldn't want everyone watching." Chris raised an eyebrow. Riker looked appauled.

"What?" Both Darren and Telly said at the same time.

"N-nothing! How bout that ice cream, Telly? Bye guys!" Riker grabbed Telly's shoulder and shoved him across the street, yelling things about how Chris was an impulsive liar.

"So, what now?" Darren asked as Chris finished his ice cream.

"Well, I saw a nice park a few blocks away." Chris shrugged.

"To the park!" Darren jumped up from the bench and pointed ahead.

After Chris stood up, they found each others hands and walked down the street, trying to navigate their way around the rest of the town.