A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this update, I've been super busy with work and grad classes. This part of the story is told from Darren's point of view, just wanted to explore some new ideas. Let's see how it goes.

We finished our shower and ran out to my car. Peering over the steering wheel, I tried to focus on driving, but my mind had other plans. I can't even believe what just happened. Now with our clothes on, and the moment passed, I felt more exposed than I did standing naked in my shower. I don't know what had come over me, well I do, but I still can't believe it happened. I had always liked Chris, but I never thought I would have sex with him.

I knew that Chris had a thing for me shortly after meeting him, but I had never had feelings for a guy so I didn't give it a second thought. We got along famously on set. I thought of him as a close friend, and I had lots of close gay friends. Something about Chris just had an effect on me. I had always thought I was only attracted to women, yet I never cared for labels and never ruled out the possibility of falling for a guy. He was very feminine, which is what I think initially attracted me to him, but for some reason his masculine traits turned me on even more.

I remember the exact moment I realized my feelings for Chris were beyond platonic. It was during the Christmas episode. When we sang a duet of Baby It's Cold Outside as Kurt and Blaine, I started to wish Chris would sing to me in that way. Now, within the last 12 hours we had our first time cuddling and spooning, our first off-camera kiss, our first time having sex, and our first time admitting we love each other, although I'm not sure Chris knows I heard him say it in my sleepy, drunken state. I guess it was bound to happen sometime, especially with our increased physical intimacy since the kiss on set. Everything is just happening so fast.

As my mind incoherently ranted on, recounting my entire history with Chris, I realized I haven't said a word since we got in the car, nor have my eyes left the road. I cautiously looked over to the passenger seat and see Chris looking at me smiling, almost as if he was laughing at me. My shoulders tensed and I gripped the wheel. Chris reached over and placed his hand on my shoulder and I instantly relaxed. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," lie, "I was just inside my head."

"I can see that, try and relax. I'm in disbelief too, but we don't need to figure everything out this instant."

He always knew the perfect thing to say to me, that's part of the reason I love him. He is one of the most genuine, kind, perfect individuals I ever met and now he knew how I felt. I let out a deep breath, "Thanks."

"…for what?"

"…for knowing exactly what to say." Chris put his hand over mine on the center console, and squeezed gently. We sat in silence for a few minutes, until Chris started fidgeting. "Stop fidgeting with your shirt," I scolded him.

"It's your Shirt," he said disdainfully.

I couldn't help but laugh, "It looks fine, now stop pulling on it or you will stretch it out."

When we arrived on set we both ran right for the food. After our little workout this morning we were both ravenous. Chris was so dehydrated I actually saw him reach over a can of diet coke to grab a bottle of water. We were chugging water and shoveling food into our mouths until Lea walked over to the table. I realized how ridiculous we must look; we both stopped eating when she entered the room. Mouths agape we stared at her with sandwiches in both of our hands.

"Double fisting? Someone's hungry today." She let out a small chuckle, "Come on, they need us on set for the prom, and none of us are dressed." We all ran over to wardrobe and changed into our prom outfits.

Of course I got to wear a very dapper suit and Lea wore a cute pink prom dress, but Chris was taking longer than we expected. As we sat there waiting for Chris to emerge, Lea turned to me and asked, "Rough night?"

"You could say that again," looking down at my feet, "I'm just glad I'm not too hung-over."

"That's… Oh. My. God."

I looked up to see what would get such a great reaction, and I saw Chris wearing a kilt. I almost chuckled, but I bit my tongue to spare him the embarrassment. I tried to offer my help to Chris as he turned red at Lea's comment, "It's not that bad, plus we knew this was happening since we saw the script."

"No," Lea nearly knocked over her chair as she stood and pointed at Chris' feet, "Socks! You," she pointed at Chris, then at me, "you! You had sex!" Her smile grew as she looked back and forth between us.

Chris had forgotten to change out of my socks, and now he looked mortified, "N- bu- well, we…" panic filled his eyes as he looked at me for help.

"You were ravenous at lunch, I even saw you drinking water, and I know for a fact you don't own any pink and blue striped socks." A smile spread across her face as she squealed, "Tell me, tell me!"

Always one to appreciate an excited Lea Michele, I kind of just smiled and looked at her, but Chris still looked panicked and stared at me. I nodded as if to tell him it was ok to let her know. I noticed him relax slightly, but I didn't see his ability to speak returning anytime soon. I figured it was my turn to speak, "Yes…"

I barely got the words out before she screamed. "Oh my God, how drunk were you last night!"

"Very, but we didn't do anything last night, it all happened this morning when we were both sober." I might have hit the word "sober" a little too hard, but I was a little bit annoyed at how she wrote us off as a drunken mistake, even though I know it was meant to be a joke. I took a deep breath and continued, "Chris was very respectful of my drunken state even though we were both half naked. Then this morning we got a little hot and heavy in the shower." I finished with a smirk and looked at the beautiful man in a kilt standing in front of me.

"Darren!" Chris blushed and looked at his feet.

"We both know you were going to tell her later," I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Yeah, but I wanted to tell it!" He is so adorable when he pouts.

"You can give her the full details later," at that, Lea bounced on her heels and swayed back and forth in excitement, "and you can tell Ashley too, since I know you want to, but that's it. This is new between us, and I don't want the entire cast knowing yet."

"I won't tell anyone," Lea interjected.

"Great," I turned to Chris, "Now go change your socks before everyone starts noticing." Why couldn't I own a pair of white socks?

I wasn't really ready for anyone to know, but I knew I had to let Chris talk to Ashley at risk of his head exploding from the secret. I didn't really mind Lea knowing either, since she was close to both of us. I just wish I had a little more time, beyond this morning, to enjoy being in our own little world. I wasn't even sure what this was yet, what we were, but I already knew it was probably the best thing to ever happen to me.

"What are you thinking about?" Chris broke my inner monologue and plopped down next to me on the sofa in the Hummel Family Room Set.

"I'm thinking about how I lucky I was to find you." That candid truth seemed to put his mind at ease, and he snuggled up next to me resting his head on my shoulder. We sat there in comfortable silence and waited for Cory and Mike to get out of hair and makeup.

A/N: Please Rate & Review if you like the story so far or have any suggestions, and I will hopefully have the next chapter ready shortly.