Title: Glee Live: Behind The Scenes
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: M
Characters/Pairings: Darren/Chris
Word count: (This part): 1,669; (Total) 9,731
Summary: A fangirl's interpretation of what led to the Klaine Kliss in the Klit of Glee Live, 2011. RPF.
Warnings/Spoilers: This is the last part. Some boy-sexing...
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the Glee universe. Nor do I know Chris or Darren and so I hope to God they never see this...

The after-party was wild. Darren was definitely rather drunk and so was Chris but who cared because it was their last night in Ireland and then Chris had had to cancel their BBC1 radio interview because of problems with the movie but Darren was staying because he had his Garage performances and he was going to the Harry Potter premiere (he felt like squealing and kicking every time he even thought of it!) and someone had just said it was after two-thirty and then the wave of adrenaline he had been riding disappeared and he was left rather exhausted. It had been a long month, a long nine months since he had first appeared in Glee. He was only a guest star, they weren't sure the fans would like him and now this…it was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

"Hey!" Chris shouted, throwing his arms around Darren and hugging him close. "I'm so proud of you! You're amazing! You're so wonderful and tonight's show was great!"

Darren hugged the taller boy back awkwardly. Chris was clearly drunk. Was this taking advantage…?

"But I'm tired," Chris said, covering his mouth as he yawned. "Can we go back to the hotel now?"

"Of course," Darren replied. The two separated and started around to say their good-byes. Dianna and Chord decided to leave early too, so the four caught cabs back to their hotel and rode up to their respective rooms, still buzzing from the final night of the tour. Darren and Chris bade goodnights to Dianna and Chord and entered their room.

The door had barely shut and been locked behind Chris before he tackled Chris from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist and nosing at Darren's curly hair.

"Chris, what are you –" Darren laughed, squirming out of Chris' hold to look at him. And the look…it left him less drunk and almost totally sober. "Chris?"

Chris looked him up and down, pressing his hands to Darren's waist and pulling him close. "That kiss…" Chris breathed into Darren's ear, the warm air making him shudder. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about it…"

"Well you…uh…it was the last night…" Darren stammered, trying to stay focused as Chris softly blew warmth along Darren's jaw.

"It was, wasn't it?" Chris said rhetorically, licking just below Darren's ear and causing his breath to catch in his throat. "Tell me something. Was that Blaine kissing Kurt, or Darren kissing Chris?"

"Me…Darren…kissing you…" Darren struggled as Chris softly kissed where he had licked.

"What did it mean to you, Darren?" Chris continued, tightening his grip against Darren's hips.

"It…it was amazing…" Darren whispered as Chris hovered in front of his face, his lips mere inches from Darren's.

"To me, it meant you liked me," Chris whispered back. "Do you like me, Darren?"

Darren wasn't sure how Chris was so coherent but maybe he hadn't been as drunk as Darren thought. He was a Golden Globe winning actor after all. He could pull off drunk. He'd had to do a drunk episode in season one of Glee. And Darren…Darren was so turned on and they hadn't even kissed yet.

"Y-yes, I like you," he admitted. He couldn't lie anymore. He didn't know what he felt or thought about boys or girls. But he knew he liked Chris.

And finally, finally Chris' lips were against his, firm and insistent but also tender and sweet. He felt a hand tangle into his hair and he whined in the back of his throat as Chris slammed their hips together roughly. Darren clawed softly at Chris' back, feeling the muscles hiding beneath his casual t-shirt.

Chris pulled back suddenly. "Do you know what it did to me to see you in Safety Dance tonight with your shirt bunched up?"

Darren shook his head, still reeling from the kiss.

"It made me think about how much I wanted to kiss you, and touch you," Chris murmured.

"What about..." Darren paused, trying to collect his thoughts. "You wore my tie, my Warbler tie, in Single Ladies…I saw that…"

Chris smirked, pushing Darren gently backwards until he reached the edge of the bed. Darren's knees bent automatically and Chris crawled on top of him. "I thought you'd like that. I did that dance just for you tonight."

Darren whimpered and pulled Chris back to him, kissing desperately and hungrily. He could feel Chris pulling at his shirt and he shifted to allow it to come off, before tugging at Chris' tee. There were hands, hands everywhere, hands on him and hands on Chris and Chris' chest was so soft and smooth and perfect and hairless and so very boy while Darren had hair and was far more man and yet it worked and they relished the touching.

But it wasn't enough, and soon Chris was rubbing his hips against Darren, feeling their mutual erections brushing. Darren groaned against Chris' mouth and pressed a hand into the back pocket of Chris' jeans. He felt Chris shudder and pulled away for a moment.

"We…we can't…"

"I know."

"I'm not ready…"

"I know."

"So we're –"

"Darren, just shut up and enjoy it," Chris cut him off, pressing his lips back to Darren's and sliding his tongue in, continuing to grind their hips together. And whatever Darren's reservations might have been about this situation, his instincts took over eventually and started matching Chris', as they thrust and rubbed at each other in their pants.

He felt the coiling in his stomach, like the spring that was wound tighter and tighter and he felt Chris speeding up, jerking a bit rougher and as Darren clenched a hand into the nape of Chris' neck and squeezed his ass, Chris whimpered and slammed hard against Darren and then he was gone, the heat exploding from his stomach and he felt his pants get wet and he started trembling all over as Chris rocked once, twice, grunted and began to tremble as well. He collapsed against Darren, their chests touching and heart beats racing, each trying to catch their breath and occasionally quivering with residual pleasure.

"Well…um…" Chris began, raising himself up on his forearms to hover above Darren. He looked at Darren's hazel ones which were still clouded with desire and softly kissed him. "I think…I need to go change. This is rather uncomfortable."

Darren snorted. "You're not the only one needing to change."

Blushing, Chris hopped away and rummaged for a new pair of clothes while Darren continued lying there. He still wasn't sure what this all meant…

Chris prepared for bed and Darren finally moved to change his sticky pants and brush his teeth. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he saw Chris sitting on his bed and quirked an eyebrow.

"I fly back to LAX tomorrow," Chris began, looking at his hands which were knotted together and twisting and turning. "And I…I guess I wanted, no, I needed to try and figure out what this is before I leave because I know you're staying and it's going to do my head in."

Darren sat on the bed next to him, wrapping an arm across the back of Chris' hips. He sighed softly. "I don't know Chris. I know that's not good enough but…I like you, okay? And I never expected this to happen…I mean, maybe in a dream when no one else is home with me but…let's just…can we not commit ourselves? Let's just be happy with it and when I get back to L.A., we'll try and sort it out."

Chris nodded, scratching his nose and trying not to cry. "I like you too. I just don't want to feel this is all some joke at my expense…"

"Oh Chris," Darren whispered, tilting Chris' face towards him and cupping his cheek. "This isn't a joke. I feel like Blaine and saying that you move me, you matter and you're important to me and I…I'm just scared because I've never felt this way about a boy before."

Chris smiled weakly. "I always felt those lines of Blaine's were so very cliché and yet totally something I wanted to secretly hear."

Darren chuckled and softly kissed Chris before pressing their foreheads together. "It'll work itself out. I'm still here for you and I still want to be your friend, your best friend, okay? Just…give me some time to get my thoughts about my feelings together?"

Chris nodded, looking Darren in the eyes and seeing possibilities he had never really entertained prior to the Glee tour. They needed time apart. He knew that. He knew proximity bred attraction. He had tried to avoid it with his other cast mates but Darren…tugged at his heart in a different sort of way. He pressed his lips to Darren, trying to convey that he was okay with it, that he understood, that he would give Darren all the time in the world. After all, Darren's promotion to a series regular meant he would probably be seeing a lot of Darren in the coming year. With a final chaste kiss, he extricated himself from Darren's arms and fell into his own bed, falling asleep with a dopey, happy smile on his face.

It took Darren a while longer to fall asleep, and he knew he had a lot of thinking to do in the coming days. He knew Chord was sticking around and he was seeing Joe at the premiere but he wasn't sure how comfortable he felt discussing things like this with them. One wrong move, one word to the wrong person, and it would get to the press and everything would be nuts.

But the exhaustion and alcohol eventually caught up to him, and he too fell asleep with a slight smile to his face.