Summary: Chris is very drunk and texts for an escort. The only problem is, he accidentally sends it to Darren’s phone instead. Concerned, Darren turns up anyway, intending to put Chris to bed with some water. Things turn out slightly differently though…
Tropes/Genre: CrissColfer fanfiction, canon!CC, drunk!Chris, one shot
Hi! Could you maybe possibly do a Chris image? And maybe like, Chris gets drunk or something and kinda admits he's had a crush on the reader and they kiss and it's cute and she stays the night at his house to make sure he's ok and she wakes up before him and when he wakes up he thinks it was all a dream but finds her making breakfast? Thanks! <3
A/N: I’ve dropped maths this year so my workload for school has been reduced - hopefully meaning I’ll get a shit ton more fics out. Hope you enjoy, Chris is always fun to write x
Chris’ eyes blinked open and were met with blinding light, coupled with a splitting headache. ‘What the fuck happened last night?’ He thought to himself as his eyes fully adjusted to the light. Staring at the ceiling, he tried to remember bits of the fuzzy evening he had.
Suddenly he became aware of the dry sensation in his mouth and glanced towards his left; he spied a tall glass of water within arms reach and slowly sat up. As he gulped down the chilled water a snippet of the previous night came back to him.
You were sitting next to Miles, laughing your head off as you gripped his bicep. Chris felt jealousy rise up in his chest and took another swig of his beer, he’d need all the courage he could get to talk to, let alone approach you.
“Chris!” You called out, spotting him out of the corner of your eye, and waved him over. He stumbled slightly, but made it over intact (if you don’t count his half spilt beer). “Woah, I think you might’ve had a bit much to drink.” You smile widely, lighting up your face as you reach into Chris’ hand and take his beer. After you placed it on the bar you spun back around, noticing how Chris was swaying slightly.
“Y/N…” He slurred, “can I talk to you?” You giggle but agree. Soon enough you were standing together in a corner, hands and bodies touching. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally found the words he wanted to say. “I really fucking like you, Y/N. Really, really like you.”
Before you could respond he had pressed his lips to yours, threading his fingers through your hair. You pulled away, saying something that Chris couldn’t quite remember.
Chris set down his now empty glass, rubbing his temples with his hands. How could drunk Chris be that stupid? And you probably hated him now, fuck, you probably hated him even before his ‘great declaration of love’. He groaned, cursing his past self for literally every interaction he ever had with you.
Deciding that twenty minutes was far too long to have spent worrying about his drunken mistakes, he hauled his legs off of the bed. He scratched his leg, stood and stretched, meandering into the kitchen. A nice smell wafted out to greet him, shaking him out of his anxious haze.
“Y/N - what?” Was all Chris could choke out as he caught sight of you, turned away from him. A laugh left you as you turn your head and see a half-naked Chris, obviously confused about the night before.
“Mmhmm?” You hum, pouring more batter into the pan. He walked closer to you and gingerly placed a hand on your waist.
“This is the best dream I’ve ever fucking had,” he murmured into your hair, pressing his fingers into your side to pull you close to him. He brushed your hair to the side, exposing your neck, but you stopped him before he could go any further.
“This isn’t a dream you absolute fool.” You spin around and bring his head down so you were level, and able to place a kiss on his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed and all you cared about in that moment was the feeling of Chris’ soft, yet slightly chapped, lips against your own.
The two of you eventually broke apart, Chris resting his forehead against yours as he caught his breath. “This definitely isn’t a dream. I mean, I dream about you all the time, and this… This was so much better.”
