A/N: If you chose not to read the previous chapter, (but I cannot fathom why not, CrissColfer smut is only the greatest thing in the world!) all you need to know is that you and Chris had dirty, filthy mind-blowing sex that fulfilled all your fantasies. Alas, something so great doesn't always last…

You couldn't remember exactly when you and Chris dozed off from your post-coital haze, but when you opened your eyes, the sun was now seeping through the blinds. You watched the dust motes swirl serenely through the air for a while, and then you sighed contentedly. All was quiet and peaceful.

Chris snoozed silently, his body splayed out on top of you, his head in the crook between your shoulder and neck. You felt his warm, soft exhales on your chest, raising goosebumps in that area. The sweat on your skin had dried, but you could still detect the delicious pheromone mixture that resides there.

His hair tickled your chin, but you didn't mind. You looked down and marveled at his beauty. The sun illuminated his porcelain skin in a way that it made it look like it was almost sparkling. His gorgeous lips were curved slightly upward, like he was having a mildly pleasant dream.

If heaven was a real place, you were almost certain that this would be it.

Darren just couldn't get rid of that feeling that was causing his heart to constrict painfully.

When he wasn't glancing nervously at the bedroom door (where he heard some questionable noises), he would stare glumly at his plate, scooting eggs around with his fork, but not quite eating.

"Hey what's got you down?" Brolden clapped him on the shoulder, startling him out of his deep thinking. "We should all be celebrating! Darren's finally getting laid!"

Darren outwardly cringed, but tried to turn it into a smile. He hoped that the face he was currently sporting would be less obvious about his feelings. He then let his eyes fall to his plate once more, jealousy seeping through his veins.

Don't get him wrong, he's actually quite find of his fellow Starkid, but at the moment she was currently with his boyfriend, doing god knows what, and it was hard not to feel disdain toward her.

He sighed grumpily, and started twirling his new, long girl hair just to distract himself, waiting for everyone to finish their breakfast so they could go out and dosomething. Anywhere, far away from here.

Brolden was still studying him, an odd twinkle in his eye and joked, "Girl, I never thought you'd have an issue with Darren being gay-"

"He's not gay!" Darren snapped at him.

Brolden suddenly looked appalled. "I see what's going on here! You like him don't you? That has to be it!"

"What? No! That's not it at all!" Darren defended instantly. "I'm just, I mean he's just… you know Colfersexual i suppose?" he shrugged.

Brolden started sniggering, but stopped when they all heard a soft knock at the door.

Joey, already done eating, coffee mug in hand and reading the newspaper comics got up to get the door, looking partially out of it.

Oh, Joey… Darren thought fondly to himself.

He swung the door open and nearly choked on his coffee, "M-Mia? Wow it's been-"

"Yes, quite a while, is Darren here?"

Darren froze in horror. Mia was currently on tour with her band, she shouldn't be anywhere near Chicago….

"I-er, um.. yes he is, but he's… currently indisposed.." Joey mumbled awkwardly.

"Well I need to see him, last time we talked I feel like we didn't quite reach closure." Her tone was cool, even.

Darren face-palmed. He knew he should have been more clear and honest with her about Chris. He thought it would be a clean break, but clearly his confusions about his sexuality weren't the only ones.

Darren looked up to see Joey letting her in, looking uneasy, the sound of her heels clicking against the wood floor. Darren deflated at the sight of her, she was so gorgeous.

She never deserved a shmuck like me... Darren's mind whined at him.

She flashed a dazzling smile at him, completely unaware that it was him she was looking for.

"Hey girl," she playfully swatted his elbow, "How are you doing? I miss our girl nights," her full lips pouted slightly.

"I- m-me too," he stammered. "Darren's in the shower I think," he said quickly on the spot.

She merely shrugged, "It's nothing I haven't seen before, plus I'm only here for…" she checked her watch. "About an hour. I've got a plane to catch," she states matter-of-factly.

She swishes her sandy hair and sways toward Darren's room, hand reaching for the doorknob. She noticed it was locked, so she started digging through her purse for the spare key.

"I… wouldn't," Lauren said at the same time Darren exclaims, "Don't!"

Mia's eyes turned suspicious and wary, but blazed with fierce determinism. "I'm going in," she says, and then after the lock clicks under the key, she pushes the door in.

"Privacy much?" Chris grumbles irritably, after hearing the door jangling and turning around to see the culprit who broke into their love nest.

Neither you nor Chris bothered to blush appropriately or move from your compromising positions, but the least person you expected to see standing in the door frame was Mia Swier.

Maybe Joe or Brian but not her. You blinked away the fuzzy outline of your vision, just to make sure. Doing so allowed you to see her face change from suspicious, angry to confused.

Great. In a moment of selfishness, you longed for the moment before this one to last forever.

"Dar…ren?" she chanced, shaking her head, disbelieving.

Behind her, you saw yourself (well, Darren) peaking around her looking absolutely distressed, eyebrows taut on his forehead. Something flashed in his eyes when he saw you and Chris lying there, and he looked away, like the sight burned him.

Your heart started pumping irregularly, so your gaze went to Mia's and you shrugged unceremoniously.

"Er.. Hey Mia, fancy seeing you here."

She just stared, blinking rapidly.

Joey came to her side and started nudging her away from the doorway.

"I think she'll give you two a few minutes to uh... get dressed? See you in a few!" He slammed the door.

"Darren, what's going on? It looks like she saw a ghost. Why is she here?" Chris demanded, his tone not quite angry, but sounded hardened, insecure.

"To be honest, Chris. I have no idea. I'm sorry this was ruined," you gestured sadly to the messed up sheets, a reference to their interrupted bliss.

You and Chris got dressed quickly in silence. You half expected to search for a bra, and then you realized you were a man so; you waited for Chris to be done, smoothing the front of Darren's shirt awkwardly.

Chris sighed audibly, and turned and looked at you. He closed the distance between you both and took your head in his hands. He stroked your cheek, and then leaned in and kissed you affectionately. A moment too short, he pulled away and then took your hand, leading you out into the living area once more.

"Let's do this."

When they closed the door behind them, hands still linked you saw that everyone was sitting on the couches, chairs and love seats; stiff and uncomfortable. It was like you and Chris were the impending subjects of a seriously awkward intervention.

You looked at Darren who was biting your nails, not looking up at either of you. You felt so bad for him. Mia's legs were crossed, foot tapping to an unheard beat, while her chin lay in her palm.

"Er… hey?" You say, letting go of Chris' hand and opening your arms up for a hug with Mia. She accepted, rubbing your back slightly and leaned back into her squishy chair. You then stuffed your hands in your pockets and coughed nervously.

Chris sat lightly next to Jaime on the arm of the love seat, looking expectantly at you. You remained standing and suddenly got the overwhelming feeling that you had to make some great speech.

"Do you mind if I talked to Darren and Chris in private?" Mia finally said into the silence.

After a minute of shuffling and mumbling, everyone left the room to do various tasks. You could tell some, especially Darren were hanging nearby to eavesdrop.

"So….," Chris began.

"So. I don't want to sound callous, but are you and Chris like… fucking now?" She asked bluntly.

You looked over at Chris; his eyebrow was raised at Mia. You made your way to him and rested your hand on top of his.

"We're together. Like a couple. I'm sorry you had to walk in on us…" You trail off.

She looked at you full in the eyes. "Why weren't you honest with me?"

Shit. "What do you mean?" putting on your best innocent face.

"When I called you a few weeks back, and I was crying saying I missed you, and you told me I deserved someone who had more time for me, you completely skipped the fact that you were cheating on me with your on-screen boyfriend."

Chris shifted so his hands weren't under yours anymore. You tore your eyes from Mia to look at him. His lips were pursed and his eyes were averted to the floor. He was upset.

"I-"

Mia stood up, "Darren. You're a wonderful person. You are kind and pure and you defy sexuality and normality. I understand that you're in the spotlight now, but it's quite astonishing that you of all people wouldn't come clean that you started dating a guy."

You opened your mouth to say something, but no noise came out.

"He didn't cheat on you."

It was your voice; it sounded rough and full of emotion. You turned to look and saw Darren (in your body) walk forward, eyes shining. Mia stared at him, floored.

"How do you know?" her tone was clipped.

"Darren confided in me. He told me he just fell in love with Chris. We-uh you two were already growing apart. I- H-he never meant to hurt you. Or him, for that matter."

She turned and looked at you accusingly. Thank goodness Darren came in because you had no idea what to say but, "I'm really sorry."

Mia closed her eyes and breathed deeply through her nose. During her moments of contemplation, you stared at Darren, wide-eyed. He nodded your head, in assurance. He seemed a lot calmer. And then-

"I think I understand now. Thanks for clearing this up for me."

She opened her eyes to pick up her purse.

"I'll see you around, Dare…" She leaned in and kissed you on the cheek lightly before making her way to the door.

"It was nice seeing you all!" she called to everyone, and then shut the door firmly behind her after a chorus of "have a safe trip! Bye Mia!" from everyone else.

You sunk into the nearest armchair sighing deeply. This is the price you pay for being Darren for a day and getting the once in a lifetime chance of sleeping with Chris Colfer.

Darren continued to stand awkwardly, eyes anxious staring at Chris. You looked up at Chris, who was still sitting on the arm rest and avoiding your gaze; arms crossed protectively around his stomach.

"You're embarrassed to be dating me aren't you," he finally murmured.

"No!" you immediately protested. "You're amazing. Anybody would kill to be your boyfriend."

He laughed humorlessly. "Heh... before you, I had less than zero suitors. And now hearing that you lied to your ex about us, and all your best friends…well you're really not helping your case."

Your heart broke. With each word he sounded more and more distant and hurt. Chris of all people never deserved to feel this way.

"I'm so, so sorry. It's just…" you looked at Darren. He prompted with your eyebrows. "… a really confusing time for me, and you don't deserve that."

Chris sighed at looked at you, eyes guarded. "I should go."

You felt like you were going to cry, and Darren looked like he was in the same position.

"Just... understand. I'll be better for you. I'll treat you like a king, just don't go," you pleaded.

Chris smiled softly. "I just need to think. I'll be back later, okay? You spend time with your friends."

And with that he grabbed his jacket and left. You hoped and prayed that he would return. The rest of the Starkids stopped what they were doing, completely dumbfounded by the mornings events.

You looked at Darren once more.What should I do?

"Da-"

He lifted a hand up to silence you. His eyes (well, yours) blazed with emotion. He looked crushed and desperate. Like he was considering chasing after Chris. But then it dawned on him he couldn't, so he looked frustrated and furious. You couldn't tell if it was more with your or with himself.

He turned on a heel and ran to your bedroom, slamming the door.