I loved the feeling of Darren wrapped in my arms, but after the third time hearing his stomach growl, I knew it was time to say something. "Hey, Dare?"

"Yeah?" he responded groggily.

"Do you want to get some food?"

He looked at his watch, as though he was judging if it had been a socially acceptable time period since our last meal for him to admit he was hungry. "I didn't want to end our cuddling, but I am starving!" He let out a small chuckle and pulled me closer.

"Okay, do you want to grab some takeout on the way home, or grab a proper meal in WeHo?"

"I think take-out might serve us well. That way we can stay in bed!"

"Sounds good to me; let's get going! I just have to stop at my trailer and grab my keys."

After making ourselves presentable enough to walk the fifty feet to my trailer, I peered around the door to make sure there were no last minute tour groups coming through the Paramount Back Lot. When I was sure the coast was clear, we rushed to my trailer and shut the door behind us.

I noticed a flicker of light dancing across Darren's Face, and quickly recognized the ambiance of candlelight. I turned to survey the rest of my trailer and counted nearly thirty candles around the bed, coffee table, and diner booth. The magnitude of flickering flames was further magnified by the reflective metal of the two plate covers on the table. It took my breath away. All I could manage to say was "how?"

"Dianna and Mark set this up while I was distracting you in my trailer." I could barely part my lips to ask 'why' before he continued, "I know how frustrating it's been to have Joe and Joey constantly underfoot, especially when they started filming those Red Vines videos, and to not have any time for just the two of us. Since the episode we are filming is titled 'The First Time,' I thought it might be fun to reenact 'The Second Time' we ever made love, right here in this trailer." Darren ushered me over to the table and lifted the plate covers to reveal sushi. I knew he wanted me to sit facing the bed, because he put a diet coke on that side of the table. "I ordered us a few Klaine rolls from our favorite place."

I just managed to mutter, "Too much cheese, delicious cheese," before both of us started laughing. We never really got over how much hysteria we caused with a few simple tweets.

After enjoying my roll and watching Darren devour two rolls, I could tell he had overindulged. Darren seemed to power through his food coma and rise to his feet; hand outstretched, he enticed me to join him. He led me over to the bed and we both lay down to digest. I lay beside him, using his biceps as a pillow with his arm curled around my shoulders. "That was delicious."

Darren was a little slow to respond, but he eventually let out a low "yeah." I turned on my side and surveyed his profile in the low flickering light of the candles, and just as I suspected, Darren was falling asleep. I rose from the bed and kissed him on the forehead; the pressure of my lips caused him released a low, grumbling sigh.

I extinguished all of the candles around the room, and pulled up a video loop of a roaring fireplace on my computer screen. Candles might be more romantic, but I think they would lose their allure if my trailer caught fire while we were napping. Once I was sure there were no more lit candles, I removed my pants, and climbed back onto the mattress next to my sleeping prince.

I guess I joined Darren in his post-meal nap, because an entire hour had passed since I decided to close my eyes for a few minutes. I could hear Darren's heavy breathing next to me, and I snuggled up to his body for warmth. He must have felt my presence, because he rolled toward me and enveloped me in his arms. The change in his breathing pattern told me he had awoken, mere seconds before he asked, "How long was I out?"

"A little more than an hour," I answered, "but don't feel bad, I joined you in dreamland, and just awoke myself."

"Sorry babe," Darren sighed. "I wanted to make tonight a special night of passionate, lust driven, animalistic sex. It's so rare that it's just the two of us, and I fell asleep."

"No, it's actually kind of nice. Our sex is always animalistic, lustful, and passion driven, and as our roommates can attest, we never let the possibility of being overheard stop us. It's rarer that we can just lay together in silence. I really enjoyed today. We spent most of the day together, ate our meals together, enjoyed nice quiet conversation and comfortable silence, we even got paid to make out on stage. What more could I ask for?"

"It has been nice, I guess what we've really been missing is some quality alone time. I can't even remember the last time we had one of our hours long conversations like when we first became friends."

We've shared so much of our lives now, but we soon discovered it was hard to find anything to talk about. Our relationship was mostly comfortable silence when we were alone. Really, the only thing we weren't talking about, was the topic we were purposely avoiding. Now that my mind had wandered to that topic, the comfortable silence grew tense. Minutes felt like eternity.

After a grueling thirty minutes, the silence seemed to close in on me, creating a sense of claustrophobia. I felt suffocated by the sudden realization and couldn't think of anything else. I didn't want to ruin this perfect outing Darren had planned for us, but at this point it was like a dam was breaking, and all I was holding was a single band-aid.

"What are we doing?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. "I mean really? We are in a monogamous relationship, we live together, and we spend every single day together, but it's all so secretive. We told a handful of people, most of whom caught us in a compromising position, and we've stopped going out of our way to hide it, but we are nowhere near open about our relationship. I know it may be petty of me to expect this of you, but I hate it."

"That is not fair!" Darren objected. "I know it may seem simple to you, because I made the first move, and I have been so 'progressive' about the 'fluidity' of my sexuality, but up until seven months ago I considered myself straight. On that first day I was completely fine with telling Lea and Ashley, but I didn't think about what could have happened. I was so excited to be with you, I wasn't thinking how it could affect my life. We are extremely lucky that the cast has been so understanding of our relationship and the media hasn't found out.

"Also," He released a heavy sigh, "I told you I left Mia because the bi-coastal relationship was taking its toll, but truthfully I left her for you. I didn't know it at the time, but I felt a magnetism toward you that I couldn't ignore. This was months before anything had happened between us, but our friendship had taken over. That was the first inkling I had about what was to come. I didn't want to burden you with that information, but I need you to understand what I gave up to be with you. It was not so simple.

"You've known you were gay for years now," he continued. "You didn't tell the whole world you were gay the second you figured it out. You've had years to gauge how it would affect your life, how your family would take the news, and how comfortable you are with the whole world knowing. I know it's frustrating for an out and proud man like you to go back to hiding a part of yourself, but it's just something you will have to do until I am ready. Maybe I would already be at that point, but our celebrity status makes it that much more difficult. The media doesn't see complexity; I will just be branded as another gay actor. I don't even know what to call myself, because you are the only man I have ever loved, but I am not ready to have that title forced upon me."

Now, I really felt like an ass, a childish, petty ass, "I know, I know, I'm really sorry. It was stupid of me to bring it up, but I feel like we tip-toe around the issue. Sneaking around is only fun and exciting for so long, now I've grown tired of hiding. I love you so much, and you are completely worth the wait. Sometimes I just get overcome with the feeling like I will be your dirty little secret for the rest of your career. It will be like one of those People cover stories, where you tell the world we've been in a gay relationship for fifteen years and adopted two kids from some obscure country on the other side of the world." I couldn't even continue. I knew exactly how ridiculous I must have sounded.

"I hope it doesn't take that long," he was laughing at me now. "I don't want to hide you like a dirty secret. I would hope if our relationship was serious enough to adopt babies with obscure nationalities, it would be serious enough to announce to such a serious news source as People." I tried not to laugh at the sarcasm in his voice. "I am not embarrassed of you, or of us; I am not afraid of anything this relationship may bring, but I am not ready for the media craze and prying that will happen when we eventually announce our relationship."

I was glad to hear he had eventual plans to go public with our relationship. These last seven months have felt like I was back in the closet. I am in an amazing relationship, with a great guy, but I can't really tell anyone, or brag about how great he is, I even find myself lying to keep our relationship hidden. I'll just be glad when the hiding is over. "How was I lucky enough to find an amazing guy, who even knows how to handle me when I get crazy? I just want to tell the world how amazing you make me feel, how happy you make me"

"I'm the lucky one," he blushed. "I know it hasn't been easy on you these past few months, and I don't want for you to feel like you need to hide from your family. I think you should tell your Mom the next time she calls."

It had been killing me being so cryptic with my mother, so I was really happy to hear him say that. "I just hope you realize, she going to ask me to bring you home to meet the family."

"I would be honored," he laughed. "I'll tell you what," he said as if the idea had just popped into his head, "when I am in New York for Christmas, I will tell my brother and parents about this guy who changed my life, and makes me extremely happy."

A/N: I hope the jump forward in time is keeping the story fresh, and fits with my long update times. I hope you all are enjoying my story, but alas Grad School had reared its ugly head and caused this lengthy delay. Please motivate me to write more, rather than wasting my sparse free time on tumblr, by sending me reviews and letting me know what you think of the story.