A/N: Sorry for the late sequel. But here you go! Thanks for those who put this story on alert. Again, I don't own Glee or know any of the Glee cast members (even though I really want to :( )
Chris was in his dressing room after a long day shooting the same scene over and over. He was tired but also he felt like revisiting memory lane, taking out a box of some novelty items from his childhood. Everyone had one. Corey kept a bag filled with his old teddy bear and a blanket. Heather had a rubber duckie that she keeps in her bathroom. Lea has a stuffed horse she keeps on her couch.
The box was small, the size of a shoe box. It was filled with some letters and cards from his family, photographs of him and his sister, one where he held her hair back as she blew out the candles to her birthday cake. She must have been eleven in the picture. He kept looking through it until he found what he was looking for. A very old photo of himself when he was about seven years old. He didn't have a lot of friends at that age, but he remembered one person now, clear as crystal that stood out from all his other bullies in school. He smiled as his finger brushed the face of the boy who stood next to him in the photo, mouth full of chocolate chip cookies, smiling like an imp. It was one of the happiest days of his young life as a child. He didn't have a lot of happy memories from back then. He treasured this photograph with all his heart.
He froze when he heard a knock at the door. He heard the door open, so Chris knew who it was the moment the person stepped into the trailer. Darren never really did learn about personal boundaries. "Hey, Chris, they wanted me to check up on you, make sure you haven't fallen asleep. We're almost done, they just want you to shoot on more scene with Lea."
Chris looked up and nodded, "Yeah, I'll be right there. I was just uhh..."
"Wow, look at all that," Darren said, crouching down next to him. His hand reached out but at the last second, remembering to have some manners, he said, "Oh, sorry. This stuff is personal right?" Chris shrugged, "It's alright, you can look. It's nothing highly embarrassing." Darren smiled and with one look asking for permission, he picked up a photo. "Aww, is this Hannah?" Chris nodded, "Yeah, it's her birthday in that one. She never liked having her hair in a pony tail so I just kept it out of the cake." Darren chuckled, "You're a very sweet guy under all that sharp wit and sarcasm, aren't you?" Chris leaned in and whispered, "Don't tell anyone." The dark haired boy laughed, "You're secret is safe with me. Hey, what's that? In your lap?"
Chris raised a brow, "Dare, if you don't know what it is by now then I think you need some serious therapy help." Darren scoffed and shoved him playfully, "Always the wise guy. I mean the photograph in your hand." Chris giggled, but hesitantly gave him the picture. Darren took it gingerly in his hand, sensing that it was something precious to the thinner boy and didn't want to ruin it in any way. He smiled at the young Chris but his eyes widened at the other person in the picture.
While Darren gaped, Chris slid slowly behind him, wrapping his arms around Darren's shoulders, resting his chin just besides Darren's face. "Chris...that's me." Said boy hummed in agreement, as he kissed Darren's earlobe lightly, moving his arms lower to squeeze the mans torso.
"Chris, wait, no, we have to talk about this," Darren said, trying very hard to concentrate on the picture rather on the ministrations Chris was doing on the sensitive area of his neck. Darren slowly pulled Chris off from his back and led him onto the couch where Darren pulled the taller boy into his lap. "Chris, you know who this is?"
Chris rolled his eyes but nodded anyway.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, mister. Why didn't you tell me?"
Sighing, he shrugged, "I don't know I mean...I guess I was just waiting for you to notice. I mean, I didn't forget you but I when I met you, I didn't realize that it was you in the picture at first. It wasn't until I went home and found the photo that it all kind of clicked. I kept having these weird de ja vu moments around you, but I figured it was because of watching you online or something, but no, it was something more personal. Then I saw the photograph and I realized, 'Oh! It's him! It's the boy with the pretty-'" He gasped a little and bit his lip, feeling his cheeks reddening.
By now, Darren was full on grinning, which made Chris scowl at him (as much as he could while biting his lower lip) and turned his head away from him. "Aww come on, 'the pretty' what? Chris, come on, I'm not going to make fun of you. Will you at least look at me?" He caught Chris' chin, turning it to face him, "Hey, don't do that. You'll make your lip bleed." Using his free hand, he used his thumb and index finger to pull Chris' lower lip away from his teeth. Darrens smile grew as he watched Chris' blush deepen, "That's a de ja vu for ya, eh?" Darren kept rubbing his thumb over the other boy's lip, not feeling particularly rushed into giving it back.
Chris forced himself to pull away and said, "You said that the first time we met..."
"I did say that didn't I? It's coming back. Well bits and pieces but I'm starting to remember. And...we promised we wouldn't forget, didn't we? God, I'm sorry, Chris."
Chris shushed him with a quick peck of the lips and curling a finger over Darren's mouth, "It's okay. You're here now. We're here. We managed to find each other, even if we weren't really looking. I say that's might lucky, don't you think, Mr. Criss?" Darren drags the hand, clasping it into his own and leans in for another chaste kiss. He talks against Chris' mouth, smirking, "You always know what to say, how is that?" Chris just shrugs, putting his arms around Darren's neck, deepening the kiss and almost groans when Darren pulls away again. "Wait, wait, I have to ask. You know I've been following you a bit on youtube and all-" Chris raises an eyebrow, his lips growing into a smug grin, "Shut up, you were hot, sue me. Anyway, every time people asked you, you said your favorite Ninja Turtle was Raphael...was that because...I gave you my action figure?" Chris rolled his eyes, "If I said yes, will you keep kissing me?"
Darren laughed, "Yeah."
"Then yes." Talking was immediately the last thing on their mind as Chris pushed Darren on the couch while Chris put his bad habit of lip biting to good use.