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The night had finally arrived. The 'Original Song' Viewing Party was set to begin in a half hour and I was helping Darren set up. We had decided to have the party at Darren's place since it was Blaine's first big story, and his first chance to host a viewing party. As the cast arrived, they all settled into the living room. I sat in a "chair and a half" overstuffed sofa and Darren squeezed in next to me. Since the filming of the kiss we had become even more comfortable with each other, and even instinctively held hands as we sat practically on top of one another. As the episode played, the cast drank margaritas, and became comfortably buzzed.

Finally, it was time for the big scene. The entire cast leaned forward and held their breath as the scene began and cheered when they finally kissed. Amber, Ashley, and Lea were bouncing up and down on the long sofa clapping with excitement. Mark nudged Darren and Cory reached over a tousled my hair. After the second kiss Naya put her arm around Heather, raised her glass, and shouted, "To Team Rainbow! Drink up, bitches!"

By the end of the episode, everyone was fairly drunk. The cast continued to drink and celebrate their late filming schedule the next day, and everyone made sure Darren never had an empty glass. This was fine by me, because he is a very affectionate, loving drunk. He would hug everyone in the room, and give big kisses on their cheeks. Darren and I were normally affectionate with each other when we were sober, so imagine how comfortable we are when we are drunk. Darren was hanging on me most of the night, resting his head on my shoulder whenever his neck was too tired to hold up his head. He would even grab my ass or nuzzle his stubble in the crook of my neck while blowing raspberries, just to tease me. At one point he pretended he was going to tell me a secret, but instead stuck his tongue in my ear. I was having lots of fun, but I was sexually frustrated to say the least. I was being groped and teased by the man of my dreams, literally.

Someone had decided it would be a great idea to play truth or dare, probably Lea or Amber, but I can't remember. The night was winding down, so it was a great closing activity. Plus, I'm not sure Darren could take many more drinking games considering he could barely stand.

Lea volunteered to go first, "Naya, truth or dare?"

Naya glared at Lea, but cracked a smile and blurted out, "truth."

Lea seemed satisfied with this answer, "Who in this room is the best kisser?"

Naya laughed, "Well, considering I've made out half of you on camera, I guess that is a fair question. I guess I would have to say… Mark."

Mark blew her a kiss and smiled broadly as a collective "Oooooo" echoed through the room.

"My Turn," Naya interrupted, "Darren, truth or dare?"

Darren's eyes shot open and he leaned forward. He loudly and drunkenly tried to whisper, "Dare." He seemed fairly sure of himself, as if his drunken state made him invincible.

Naya wore a mischievous smile while she said, "I dare you… to reenact the kiss from tonight's episode."

The whole cast applauded Naya's dare, and stared at Darren and me. I was blushing, but not Darren, he popped up onto his knees. His hand remained on the floor in front of him making sure he was steady before he righted himself fully. He swaggered toward me and exclaimed, "The Cockblock Keyboard won't save you this time!" The entire room burst into laughter as he lunged forward to meet my lips. We kissed passionately; his tongue explored my mouth as if he was getting even with me for using my tongue during filming. Forgetting about the rest of the room for a moment, I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him close against my body, and ran my hands along his back. The whole room cheered us on, but in the excitement Darren knocked me backwards and landed on top of me. Momentum carried him forward until his head landed next to mine with a loud thud on the hardwood floor. "Ow," he groaned as he rolled off of me onto his back, holding his head.

Mark decided it was probably time to call it a night, "Okay everyone, I think Darren has had enough."

Lea called a driving service to get everyone home. Then she came over to me, "Do you want me to stay with you and make sure Mr. Drunky here is okay?"

"No," I replied, "Go home; I'll make sure he is ok."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," she winked.

I stuck my tongue out and retorted, "That doesn't restrict me very much."

Lea laughed, but was interrupted by a phone call. After listening for a second she said, "Okay," then hung up the phone. She then announced to the group, "Okay everyone! There are three cars waiting outside to drive us all home. Let's go!"

After the rest of the cast left for the night, I looked down at the man lying on his back in the middle of his living room. It was almost a pitiful sight, seeing Darren sprawled out on the floor holding his held. In my sweetest caretaker tone, I spoke softly, "Okay Darren, time for bed."

"Okay, but you need to help me," he slurred. "I can't walk when the floor keeps moving like this."

I couldn't help but chuckle, "Okay, Upsy Daisy." I pulled him up to his feet and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Chris, you are the best friend I could ask for." He leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the check. Then he rested his head on my shoulder as we walk to his bedroom. As soon as we walked into his room, Darren pushed me away so he could stand up by himself. He unbuttoned his jeans and wiggled his hips until his pants dropped to the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and took another step toward the bed. I guess he forgot to step out of his pant leg because he tripped and landed face down on the king size bed. I looked on, amused, as Darren kicked his legs and pulled on his shirt, trying to free his feet and head from the confines of his clothing. "Help," his muffled voice cried through the fabric.

"Fine," I laughed, "you're like a little kid." I walked over and pulled off his shirt first so he would stop flailing. He let out a sigh of relief and rolled onto his back with his legs hanging off the bed. I grabbed one of his feet hovering above the floor and pulled off his hot pink converse shoe. After removing his second shoe and his jeans, I look at his pink and blue striped socks and just shake my head. As I remove his socks my thumb grazed the arch of his foot, and he started to giggle. I look at this fine specimen, lying in front of me in pair of hot pink boxer briefs. "You always loved the color pink," I muttered to the semi-conscious man.

He just smiled, "You like it." Now it was my turn to smile. I grabbed his legs and swung them around onto the bed. This maneuver easily oriented Darren's entire body on the mattress. He moved his neck so his head was now on the pillow. I took my time in admiring his nearly naked body. I noticed his toned arms, the light stubble on his strong jaw, the slight definition of his chest, a light dusting of hair below his bellybutton that disappears into his underwear, the bright pink bulge in his boxer briefs, and finally his muscular and hairy legs.

"Chris, my tummy hurts," Darren groaned. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, and pulled a trash can next to the bed. "No," he whined, "I'm not gonna be sick, I just want you to rub my belly."

"Well, just in case, I'm going to leave that right next to the bed." I knelt down next to the bed and ran my hand across his chest.

"No!" Startled, I pulled my hand away. "Lay next to me, it's just awkward if you crouch next to my bed," he said as if I was obviously doing it wrong.

"Fine," I started to climb into the bed.

"No," he sounded slightly annoyed, "You've been wearing those clothes all day, don't get my bed dirty!"

"Okay," I sighed. I removed all of my clothes, with the exception of my black boxer briefs, and climbed over Darren into the bed. Lying next to him, I moved closer to feel his body heat against me. I reached across my body and began to rub his torso. I focused on his abs, since that is the affected area according to my needy costar, but I would occasionally stray and feel his pecks. As I grazed one of his hard nipples, Darren let out a sigh.

Darren became restless and swatted my hand away, I began to wonder why, but then he flipped over onto his stomach. "Chris, can you rub my back until I fall asleep?" he begged.

"Sure buddy," I obliged. I rolled onto my stomach and bent my leg closest to him and turned my head toward him so I was comfortable. I placed my arm nearest to him across his body and rested my hand between his shoulder blades. As I moved my hand across his back in a circular motion, he turned his head so we were face to face. I stared into his big brown eyes and continued to rub his back until his eyelids became heavy and his eyes slowly closed. I examined the Adonis resting next to me and watched my hand travel between his shoulder blades and down to the small of his back.

My eyes traveled to the glorious mounds of his ass covered in bright pink cotton. My hand traveled further down his back, but did not dare pass the boundary set by the grey waistband of his underwear. I looked into the face of my adorable best friend, and watched as his perfect smile faded into a lack of expression, and his breathing became heavy. I leaned forward to plant a kiss on his forehead and breathe in the smell of his dark curly hair. Smirking to myself, I verbalized a realization, "I love you." At that point, I knew that I was in deep trouble, but that was worry for another day. I closed my eyes and gave into the alcohol in my system, slipping into a deep sleep.

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