Chris held his phone tight in his hands, reading and re-reading the text he had just received.

"Thank you. For the kiss. And for the other kiss. And the one after that. And for...and for telling me you thought I was cute. I'm heading home now, but...thank you :) x"

He leant his back against the wall by the door, phone in hand, and slumped to the ground, curling his knees toward his chin. His lips were tingling, his heart was racing and his face was beginning to ache from smiling so much. Did that actually just happen? Did he actually just kiss Darren? His mind was having trouble processing that part. It just seemed so unreal.

Lea. He needed Lea.

He stood and moved to the couch, flumping down and and putting his legs out in front of him. He dialled Leas number and waited for her to pick up, hands shaking.

"Hey Chris!"

"Lea...can you c-come over?"

"Oh my god, Chris, are you ok? What happened?"

He could hear the panic in his friends voice.

"No, no-I'm fine. I'm...I'm so much more than fine. I'm better than fine...can you come over?"

"Chris...what aren't you telling me? What happened? I thought you were just out for coffee with Da...CHRIS! What the hell happened? Did you...did he...what happened?!"

Chris laughed, and it surprised him how light and happy the noise was. It had been a long time since he had felt this happy. He could hear Lea close to hyperventilating on the other end of the line.

"Will you come over or not?" Chris laughed

"I'm already out the door and getting in my car! I'll be there in 20! Oh my god! Agghhhh! I'll be there soon! Chris you STUD!"

Chris was almost crying now-he was laughing so hard.

He managed to half say, half laugh"I'll see you soon weirdo", ended the call and stared at the phone in his hands. He had a new message.

"Chris. I just got home and my face hurts. I can't wipe this smile off, and I can't stop thinking about you. And your lips. And those pants...and I'm going to take that shower now...;)D x"

Holy. Chris felt his cock twitch, he'd been so distracted by his call to Lea that he had temporarily forgotten about the ache in his groin. Placing his phone next to him, his hand slipped down toward his zipper. Well...she did say she would be 20 minutes...

Reaching his hand past the waistline of his pants, he freed his cock from his underwear. It was throbbing to the point of being painful as he licked his hand and ran it down the length, his head falling back, eyes closed. He imagined Darren getting ready for his shower. Taking off his shirt, his toned chest and his nipples stiffened, reacting to the cold rush of air. A small moan escaped his lips as he pictured Darren pulling the zipper down on his pants and stepping out of them. The silhouette of his cock straining against his boxers, waiting to be released. In his mind, he watched as Darren pulled his boxers off and kicked them to the side, his cock springing into life. His hand moved faster up and down his length. His head back, he moaned Darrens name as he got closer and closer to falling off the edge.

Another moan...wait. That wasn't his voice. What the...?

"Chris...fuck...are you?"

That voice. That was Darrens voice. And it was RIGHT next to him. On auto pilot, his hand jerked away from his cock and he sat up.

"Chris...fuck...keep...keep going...please"

Chris looked down to see the light on his phones screen. With Darrens photo staring back at him. Heart pounding, he picked the phone up and held it to his ear.

"Chris..."

"Darren?!"

"Chris...shit! You can hear me?! Fuck! Were you...? Were you...touching yourself?"

Chris couldn't believe this. He was pretty sure this shit only happened in movies...

"Oh fuck. Did I actually just butt dial you?! Did that actually just happen?!"

"Yes, Chris, it was so hot...YOU are so hot...please...will you...can we...oh..."

The line went quieter, and Chris could hear Darrens breathing getting faster. He was jerking himself off. On the phone. Knowing FULL well that Chris could hear him.

"Chrisss..."

And, apparently, he was thinking about him. Chris couldn't help it, his hand slid back to his own cock, as he tucked the phone under his chin, listening to Darrens whimpers and moans. Listening to him moaning his name.

"Fuck Darren...what happened to...mmm...taking it slow?"

"Chris...don't...don't ask questions...just...please...I want to hear you come for me..."

Chris couldn't' believe it, but his cock was getting even harder, aching so much more than he thought possible. His balls were so tight, so desperate for release. All he could think was Darren...his cock in his hand...

"Oh Chris...I was so fucking close before I spoke to you...ngh...I don't think I can last much...ohh...longer...pleeease Chris...come with me"

Chris' hand moved faster and faster on his cock, twisting each time he hit to top...he was so close.

"Darren...fuck...I'm gonna...Darren..."

He listened as Darrens breathing got faster, his moans longer, louder. He heard Darrens voice loud and clear.

"I'm..oh...CHRIS!"

That was it. Chris was not only over the edge, he was falling, head first. He came over his hand and chest, heart racing, head spinning. He sat in silence, listening to Darrens breaths on the line. They were slowing, he was coming down. Chris regained himself as much as he could before he broke the oh-so-comfortable silence.

"Darren. You...you're amazing. I can't believe we just did that. However unintentional."

Chris felt the heat rise to his cheeks-it was an the understatement of the century to say that he wasn't used to this sort of intimacy.

"Chris. I...I know you want to take it slow. And I'm SO happy to do that. But I want you to know, that the next time I see you, wherever that is, all I'm going to be thinking about it how your lips taste and how you sound when you come...I'm sorry...but I've always been one for honesty" Chris could hear him smiling. "That was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best wank I've ever had in my entire life."

Chris couldn't help the childish giggle that escaped his lips.

"Can I see you tomorrow? Can we go for coffee?" Chris asked.

"Name the time and place, I'll be there"

There was no joking in Darrens voice now, he sounded so serious...and sexy as hell.

"10am? Same place as usual?"

"Sounds perfect. It's a date" And the smile was back in Darrens voice again.

"I could talk to you all night Darren. But...I have to go. Lea is on her way, and I have some...umm...tidying up to do..."

Darren laughed. "Yeah, me too. Wait, Leas on her way? She knows, doesn't she! She knew all along! Before I did!"

"Darren-I'm pretty sure she knew before I even did! She's pretty observant really...I'll see you tomorrow? 10am?" He smiled down the phone line, hoping Darren could hear it in his voice.

"10am. Can't wait. I kinda think today is going down as a favourite. Night Chris"

Hearing the smile in his voice, Chris ended the call with the goofiest grin on his own face.

"Focus Christopher. You need to shower. Sort yourself out you big girl." Pep talk over, he ditched the rest of his clothes and headed toward the bathroom.
...

He had literally just finished getting changed when he heard a knock at the door. Quickly checking the couch for any "evidence", he ran across the lounge and opened the door. Lea nearly knocked him clean over.

"What happened!? Did you talk?! Tell me EVERYTHING!"

"Jeez Lea. Come on in, I'm fine-thanks for asking" he chuckled, taking up a spot on the couch as Lea sat next to him-blissfully unaware to all the sights that couch had just seen.

"So?! TELL ME!" She was poking him in the arm repeatedly like a small child desperate for an answer.

"Well...we went for coffee. And he got recognised by some fangirls. And then they saw me and they were freaking out. We heard them talking as they left and they were hyperventilating about us being on a 'date'. It was kinda funny...anyway...we talked. And I asked him about why he sang that line of the song to me. And he asked me about who I was talking about when he busted us in the coffee shop. So...so I told him"

"You told him! You TOLD him! What did he say?!"

She had progressed to full on excitable arm punches now. Punches that were threatening to leave Chris bruised by the morning.

"Less of the physical violence Lea!" He jokingly batted her over zealous arm away, then continued. "I told him we needed to talk somewhere in private, and invited him here. And...he..."

"WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"Well, if you let me finish my sentence...we kissed. He kissed me. I kissed him back. It was...it was...the only word I'm coming up with is breathtaking." Chris felt the giddy smile creeping back onto his face. Lea launched herself at him, squealing and hugging him. As crazy as she was, he was so happy to have her.

"I'm gonna cry. Like, actually. I'm so happy for you! So did anything else happen? When did he leave? What happens now!?"

Chris felt the blood rising in his cheeks as he flashed back to the earlier phone call with Darren...

"We talked, we kissed...a few times...and he went home. We're meeting for coffee in the morning." He smiled, shyly, and looked up at Lea who was besides herself.

"Like a date?! Chris, is it a DATE?!"

Chris' whole face turned beetroot red.

"I think it is" he smiled, unable to believe it himself.
...

Lea stayed for an hour or so before she had to head home in time for rehearsals the next morning. Chris and Darren weren't scripted to be in the next episode-some small miracle really. This was the first episode Chris wasn't going to be in since the show started, and the brief hiatus could not have come at better time. He definitely needed some time off, and now he got to spend it going for a coffee with Darren Criss. He felt Brian jump onto the couch next to him and wedge into his side.

"Hey boy, where you been? Huh? You missed out on me kissing a boy. A real one. The one who took me to coffee. Remember?"

Brian looked like he couldn't come close to caring less. So apparently, some things never change.