You two were really in for one hell of a day.

After the brief exchange, you and Darren walked out of the bedroom into the living area, shuffling your feet awkwardly. The first thing you noticed was Chris picking his nails, lips slightly in a pout, just staring at the counter top with a fazed expression. The delicious smell of bacon was filling the room, arousing a few of the late sleepers. All was quiet except for Joey's humming of "Status Quo" and the sizzling of the food in the fry pan.

"Who wants eggs?" Joey asked enthusiastically, without turning around.

"I'll take some," Darren said as he pulled up a stool to the island counter, directly opposite of Chris. Chris didn't look up, so Darren looked at you with wide eyes, jerking his head in Chris's direction. Comfort him! he mouthed.

You took a deep breath and smoothed your shirt, trying to dismiss the jolt in your stomach when you realized you had hard abs instead of a soft tummy. You were already sweating. Damn, Darren sweats way too easily. Not that Chris would complain, but you had no idea what to do. Sure, you and Darren shared many similar qualities, but you didn't know what Chris liked to hear when he was upset; let alone what he likes to hear in general.

"Hey," you said as you pulled up a stool right next to Chris, slipped an arm tentatively around him and started stroking his shoulder affectionately.

Under his lashes, Chris peered upward with his baby blues with the most adorable, innocent expression on his face. If you weren't so stressed out, you would have verbally squealed childishly and embarrassed everybody. Instead, without thinking and with pure instinct you grabbed his face and gave him a wet smacker on the mouth.

Chris twitched backward in shock, his brow lowered in disapproval, but eyes sparkling with joy, the side of his mouth quirked upward. He was going to play that game was he? You leaned in again slowly, smiling widely with Darren's gorgeous teeth, one of Chris's cheeks dimpling with amusement. Your lips brushed lightly before Darren cleared his throat loudly.

"Uhm…"

You look up and see Joey staring at you with a bewildered expression on his face, holding a plate with a mountain of bacon on it. You glanced back at Darren, and he was grinding your teeth in agitation, pulling at your hair.

Woops. You had just outed Darren without realizing it.

Chris was chuckling under his breath, crossing his arms with his eyebrow raised expectantly.

You cough uncomfortably, "So.. what would you believe more, we were practicing a Klaine scene, or that Chris and I are dating?" you ask on the spot.

Joey slightly exposed his crooked smile before answering, "Oh Darren, when it comes to you, I just kind of go along with it. Both are equally plausible."

Darren huffed out nervously, "So, you don't care? I mean I didn't think you would, but I'm strai- I mean, Darren is straight." He said with your voice.

Joey merely shrugged. "Love is love. Shit happens. To each their own," he explained as he started serving them their breakfast. "You know it makes sense now.. you breaking up with Mia a while back."

You glanced at Darren, who looked more calmed, but still on edge. You didn't like to see your body so rigid.

You then felt a hand on your back, pulling you close. Chris smiled warmly, "Thanks for that," he said and then kissed your ear.

When you shuddered from the contact it was then it dawned on you the gravity of the situation. You were living every Gleek fangirl's dream. You were not only a man for a day, but none other than Chris Colfer's boyfriend. For a day! Or who knows how long but that didn't matter! Chris Colfer was the most gorgeous human being alive, and he was all yours. Well Darren's. You bit back a moan by shoving eggs into your mouth imagining all the things you would do to that ass. You hated objectifying Chris, but sometimes you couldn't help it. As far as you were concerned, you were perhaps the luckiest person on the planet right now, and none of it should go to waste!

Except… fuck. You can't betray your loyalty to Darren. He asked you to not have sex with Chris, even though it would fulfill all your dreams and fantasies.

Maybe there was a way to bargain with Darren. Your mind raced. Darren had a small crush on Heather, but who knows where she was or what she was doing right now. Good part, she was going through a "girl phase" at the moment, so maybe that would work! Wait…

But then your thoughts halted as you felt immediately self-conscious. In your opinion, you were no more than average looking, and you didn't think a hot chick like her would be wooed by you. But on the other hand, Darren was quite the charmer…

"..You alright?" Chris's voice shattered your mist of thoughts. "Darren, you looked like you were about to drool…" Chris giggled, leaned forward and kissed the side of your mouth, causing a flutter of butterflies to attack your heart. This was something you would never get used to. It's Chris Colferfor crying out loud…

You glanced over at Darren again, and his face was full of longing and desperation, which made you instantly feel bad for him. Poor Dare couldn't be affectionate with his loving boyfriend because he was stuck being lame old you. You brought your eyebrows together giving him a very sorrowful expression to communicate your feelings. He nodded understandingly in your direction, and let his eyes fall to his plate, lip quivering slightly.

You wanted to give him a big hug, but Chris was busying himself with playing with your... well- Darren's chest hair, stroking it teasingly. Damn Darren's vast collection of attractive V-necks because the sensation went straight to your crotch. When you realized you had no control over it, you crossed your legs to hide your growing erection, gripping the table until your knuckles were white. Fuck. Fuck Darren and his large fucking cock. Chris was going to be the death of you. And Darren.

Chris smirked knowingly; delighted with the effect he was having upon your body. You couldn't tell who you were embarrassed more for. You or Darren. You, because you got aroused way too easily, and for Darren who's body fell prey to your easily aroused state. You highly doubted that Darren would be quick to pop a boner, because he's had years of practice.

"Want to take this to the bedroom?" Chris whispered seductively, promptly sending another throb to your dick. Seriously, how did boys deal with this all the time? It was exhausting, not to mention mortifying. Chris was stroking his perfect nose along your cheek, causing you to blink rapidly and lose coherent thought.

"Er…" You began.

To your utter shock Darren interjected with your voice, "Okay guys, seriously, get a room because we're all trying to eat here."

Joey laughed throatily while drumming the table with his fists, "You get some, woo!"

"Who's getting some..?" Nick Lang walked in wearing a white undershirt and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle boxers. He was scratching his stomach and yawned deeply.

"You are! Some breakfast, yo!" Joey chimed in shoving a plate full of delicious breakfast food into his arms.

"Don't mind if I do!" Nick said, more awake in one of his silly voices, causing everyone to laugh cheerily. After a while, there was silence except for quiet chewing.

"Darren and I will wake the others," Chris said abruptly, taking your hand and walking toward Darren's bedroom. You stared at Darren, pleading: what do I do?

You owe me! he mouthed back, eyes burning with jealously. Yes, you really did.

Chris marched through Darren's bedroom door and walked swiftly to Brolden's sleeping form, and smacked his cheeks awake.

"Wha-huh?" He jerked in an upright position, looking around bleary eyed. "Wuzgoinon?"

"Out!" Chris ordered. "Wake the others, breakfast is served."

"Mmmk." Brolden hopped out of bed, licking his lips, practically stumbling out the door. Chris locked the door behind him; you were now at his mercy.

Chris was smiling coyly, hand still resting on the doorknob, leaning against the door in a way that was extremely inviting. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Now I have you all to myself..." he murmurs saucily, starting to unbutton his shirt, revealing his pale, beautiful collarbone.