glee rpficlet: 93. Simplicity
Chris had a fine collection of scarves. Light ones that kept the c hill away during cold nights in LA. Thick ones for keeping warm during trips out of town or out of the country. Long floaty ones that he never quite understood the purpose of except that his stylist had one time or another suggested he wear them.
It was those he learned to love the most. Light and smooth to the touch. He wrapped them around his neck and smiled a secret smile when people complimented him on it.
They didn’t know that the scarf was more than just a way to protect himself from the cold, more than an accessory to an outfit that had been decided for him.
They didn’t know of the moments when the scarf was used to pull him gently into a kiss. Strong arms enveloping him as his own hands cupped cheeks roughened with day old scruff.
They didn’t know of nights spent with the scarf carefully bound around a boy’s wrists, tied to a bed, straining, wanting. Warm hazel eyes darkened with desire as Chris took his time exploring the hard planes of his body.
They didn’t know of the times when the scarf was wrapped around a head of curls, eyes covered, hands lost in Chris’ hair as every whisper of breath and slide of Chris’ tongue across his skin was magnified tenfold.
They didn’t know of lazy mornings spent in bed, the scarf forgotten over the bedpost or on the floor as he curled himself against Darren’s body, safe and at home, no longer needing a scarf for warmth.
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Chris sipped from his tea and stared at Darren, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “Do you think people change?”
“I hope so. Otherwise what the fuck are we doing?”
“Do you think we’ve changed?”
“Yes,” was Darren’s curt reply.
Chris paused, waiting, like he was rolling his next few words on his tongue, testing them out. When he finally spoke, the smile he gave Darren was sad and wistful. “That’s, I mean, that’s a good thing right?”
Across the street, a bicycle bell rang mimicking the warning bells in Darren’s head. His heart was pounding in his chest, making him feel dizzy and light headed. He picked at the emptied packet of sugar on the table, folding the edges again and again, letting the silence draw out until he could control the rushing noise in his ears.
Nothing could have prepared him for this. Not when he had long ago given up hope, had forced himself to accept that the boy - the man - sitting in front of him had broken his heart and never looked back.
“Fuck, man, I don’t know. It’s been years and you and I aren’t the same people we were when we were kids. We were young and scared and we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing.”
Darren ran his hand against the scruff on his jaw and gave a short laugh. “We’re completely different people but I still love you. That’s got to count for something.”
Summary: Chris and Darren meet Blaine in a bar and Chris pays special attention to him.
Warnings: hand job, blow job, rimming (although not really), penetration, voyeurism and subtly possessive!Darren. It’s like a porn grocery list really. Lol.
A/N: This one is for the birthday girl, Nikki!!! She’s a darling porn-enabler who held my hand and cheered me on through this entire thing. <3
It was his eyes that reeled Chris in. Big and bright, full of innocence and curiosity. Chris licked his lips, imagining the way that he would open up underneath him, muscles tense with need, eyes dark with desire.
Darren had smirked at him, a knowing expression on his face, eyebrows raised in a challenge. A dare and a blessing in one. Chris shivered knowing what the cost of this little indulgence would be. Darren never liked to share except when the gleam in Chris’ eyes made his own blood rush with heat.
His name was Blaine and they met him at a dinky bar when their car had stalled in the middle Ohio.
glee fic: on being a wallflower (6/?)
Title: On Being a Wallflower (6/?)
Genre: Gen, friendship, romance
Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez
Summary: Blaine sees things, keeps quiet about them and understands. Nobody notices, until somebody does. (Perks of Being a Wallflower inspired fic.)
A/N: Mentions of (herbal) drug use and underage drinking
LJ | S&C | AO3
glee ficlet: Confession
Summary: There were many things Blaine hated about that day - none of which compared to how much he hated himself.
A/N: Reaction fic to 4x18.
If there was one thing Blaine would never admit after the shooting, it was that the whole time they were trapped in the choir room he had hated himself.
There were mandatory counseling for all. Time spent sitting in a circle with all of his friends. Ms. Pillsbury didn’t even give out pamphlets, just let them sit and talk about the things they remembered and how they felt.
He told them he remembered feeling his stomach jump at the sound. How he felt lost and uncertain because he had never heard a gunshot before and it didn’t sound like anything from the movies but he knew that even while someone (Sam? Ryder?) was questioning it, that it was the real thing.
glee rpficlet: 01. Introduction
Summary: Darren convinces Chris to do a Vine video for him.
“Why notttttt?” His whine was accompanied by a pout which, to Darren’s immense sadness, Chris ignored completely.
“One video, six seconds,” Darren said. “Dude, I swear if it causes a riot I will do anything you ask me to do. I will be your slave for life.”
Chris smirked, finally closing the lid on his laptop and placing it on the seat next to him, giving Darren his full attention.
“Fine,” he said.
On hindsight Darren should have expected it, but he was too excited to notice the mischievous twinkle in Chris’ eyes.
“And rolling!” Darren yelled obnoxiously as he hit the record button.
Chris smiled, looking straight into the camera. “Hi! My name is Chris Colfer and I am not dating Darren Criss.”
Raising an eyebrow, Darren waited to see what else Chris would say in the remaining seconds.
“But we are enga-“
The moment the video cut off Darren forced himself on Chris lap, ignoring his yelp of protest. Chris’s arms automatically went around him and Darren buried his face into his neck, laughing.
“You’re an asshole.”
“Hey, if you think that video’s worth being my slave forever then be my guest.”
Darren raised his head, looking Chris in the eye. “I thought I already said yes to that when I asked you to marry me?”
“Good point,” Chris said giving him a wide, giddy smile that Darren couldn’t help but mirror. ”Might as well inform the world.”
With a wicked grin, a quick kiss on Chris’ lips, Darren hit upload on his phone.
“And America shits itself.”
Interlude: In Your Own Nature
Summary: First Meeting AU. Loosely set in the BtVS/Angel world.
Part of the In You Own Nature verse.
Chris stopped and cursed his memory when he realized that he had left the small pouch that contained his iPod and other miscellaneous items on his desk. He debated going back for it, but it was almost three in the morning and he was scheduled to come in at nine the following day. Every minute he spent awake was sure to cause him hell tomorrow.
Deciding that the pouch could wait, he juggled his bag and the umbrella he had borrowed from the lost and found as he systematically switched off the lights in the old library. He hadn’t meant to stay at the office past midnight, but a shipment of old fairytales had come in that afternoon and he couldn’t resist sifting through them once the last of the students had left.
He paused at the top of the steps, surveying the empty street before turning and locking the doors behind him. Rain had fallen a few hours ago casting a heavy mist on the city streets that was eerie enough to make him quicken his steps as he made his way home. Los Angeles at night was filled with surprises and Chris had been living in the city long enough to know that certain nights were more dangerous than others.
As if on cue, Chris turned a corner and suddenly found himself face to face with a man, a dangerous smile playing at the corner of his mouth, eyes gleaming yellow in the streetlight.
When the Time Comes Interlude: Playground
Summary: Playground shenanigans before the first day of grade school.
Part of the When the Time Comes verse.
“Run for your lives! The pirates are coming!”
Peering out from behind the bushes, Chris made his way slowly to the edge, the sound of dried leaves crunching beneath his feet. He didn’t bother to be quiet since the sounds of the other kids in playground was enough to mask any noise he was making.
They were playing pirates and ninjas and Chuck was the lone pirate. He had a big black pirate’s hat perched on top of his head and an eye patch over one eye. Darren was wearing an orange bandana with eyeholes cut out and a cape, which was exactly the same thing Chris was wearing except his bandana was red. Darren had told Chris empathically that absolutely yes, The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles totally counted.