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Chapter Nine

"It's been two weeks and you haven't called him back yet? Chris what the actual fuck is your problem?" Ashley Fink was sitting beside Chris on the tiny couch in his trailer. She was absently playing with her hair, she'd just died it black. Again.

"Ash it's not like I'm avoiding him-"

" My ass you aren't," She snorted. "Honestly, I see the way you look at him. Just a second let me finish," she held up her hand and Chris didn't even bother trying to speak. "Last season you were totally in love with him, I could see it your eyes."

"You're right, I just don't know what to say to him. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me. I can't have that, I need him."

"I know, that's why I'm going to help you get him and keep him." Ashley grabbed Chris' hands and squeezed them.

Darren was strumming his guitar, just messing around with the chords really. The sound filled the room and made the rainy day seem even more sombre. Tears slipped down his face, as he thought of the last two weeks. He had texted him five times since they left Florida. He thought Chris had feelings for him, that he'd felt something when they kissed. Apparently not. It also looked like Darren wouldn't be able to go around on set any time soon holding hands with Chris let alone in public.

Why won't he return my calls? Chris was busy, sure, but he didn't have ten spare minutes to call him? A few seconds to send him a quick text? All Darren wanted to know was that everything would be okay when they went back to set for Glee next week, was that too much to ask?

"Okay darling, you need to stop." Mrs. Criss wandered into Darren's room. She noticed that Darren was still in the clothes he'd worn last night when he'd arrived for dinner. She wouldn't be surprised if he'd slept in them too. "I'm starting to worry about you-"

"Mamma…" he couldn't finish though, he pushed the guitar onto the bed and broke down in his moms arms.

"I love you baby," she murmured into his hair. "I promise you it'll all work out."

But this time Darren had a feeling it wouldn't.

Chris was staring at the egg rolls sitting on his plate, maybe if he waited long enough he wouldn't feel the need to vomit. He hadn't eaten a decent meal in two weeks, he wasn't on any crazy diets or anything. He just hadn't been able to stomach anything. It defiantly had something to do with how awful he felt about Darren. He hadn't slept either, barely two hours a night. He'd wake up crying or screaming, soaked in his sweet. The scariest part about his nightmares though was how he couldn't seem to get out of the room. He was sitting in the dark, he couldn't seen anything, if he tried to move his legs would burn. Something was holding him down.

Chris was sitting in his living room wanting so badly to have the key's to a time machine so he could take everything back. He wanted Darren, so badly, he was nervous though. If for twenty-four years he believed he was straight, then why all of sudden did he claim to be crazy about him? Thousands of questions were running through his mind, he was getting tired jus thinking about them. Ashley had written out exactly what he needed to say, but it was up to Chris to make the call.

"He'll just hate you more the longer you put this off." He whispered to himself.

Mustering up every ounce of courage he could find Chris pressed the little green button of his Blackberry and brought the phone to his ear. No turning back now…

Mrs. Criss shut Darren's door tightly, he finally managed to fall asleep. She hadn't admitted it to him, but she was insanely worried about her son. Chris was a very nice man, she actually wanted Darren to be with him the very first time she had meet Chris. The only problem then was that Darren was with Mia, sure she was a nice girl, but Darren deserved the best. And that's exactly what Chris would offer him, nothing but the very best.

When Darren had called her a few weeks ago, he had been in tears. She bagged him to come home, which he did. He then confessed to being in love with Chris. He has realised this after he'd gotten into this huge fight with Mia over something unimportant. She them told him he needed to tell Chris, hinting that he was head over heels for Darren too. She didn't regret telling him that now, she just wished everything would just fall into place.

As Mrs. Criss walked down the spiral stair case she heard Darren's phone ringing from the front door. Running now, she pulled it out of the satchel bag. She had meant to send the call to voice mail and turn off his phone, but her finger slipped and the only thing she could do was bring the phone to her ear. Things just didn't seem to be going as anyone had planned now a days.