Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to the post.
Rule 4: Actually tell people you’ve tagged them.
1. If you could be any animal, what animal would you be?
A dolphin, I think, because they're reasonably intelligent and adorable and everyone loves them.
2. Favourite tv show as a kid?
Recess. I also LOVED Dave the Barbarian.
3. What trait (personality wise) do you like/love most about yourself? You have to say something.
I like the passion I have for the things I love.
4. If you were to punch someone right now (you don’t have to specify completely), who would it be and why?
Robin Thicke because he's a misogynistic douchebag :)
5. Would you rather be able to fly, shapeshift or control an element of your choosing? Explain your choice.
Shapeshift. That shit would come in handy. (And technically I could shapeshift into a bird and that would take care of the whole flying thing, right?)
6. Do think you are creative?
I like to think so, yes.
7. Science or Faith? Why?
Science because it's objective.
8. Would you rather spend a date outside or inside?
Inside.
9. you believe in the power of love?
Of course!
10. Is everyone and anybody redeemable?
No.
11. Your interpretation of the meaning of life.
In my first year philosophy class we talked about the meaning of life, and this one dude we read said something like "doing something you love with people you love" and that sounds pretty legit to me. I just want to have a positive effect on the world and I want good friends and lots of dogs.
My questions:
1. Describe your perfect three course meal.
2. What's your favourite movie?
3. What's your dream vacation destination?
4. Do you have a guilty pleasure TV show?
5. What would be your favourite subject to study at Hogwarts?
6. Are you a dog person or a cat person?
7. Would you rather live without your laptop or your phone?
8. What achievement are you most proud of?
9. Say you went to Vegas and got black-out drunk. Would you rather wake up with a stupid tattoo (someplace easily visible) or wake up married to someone you met the night before?
10. A ship fairy appears. You get to choose 3 non-canon ships and make them canon forever. Which ships do you pick?
11. If you could spend a day with one person, living or dead, who would you choose?
Apparently I am horrible at checking my tag so I have a bunch of questions I'm supposed to answer.
Rule one: Post the rules.
Rule two: Answer the question the tagger asked you,and then make of your own.
Rule three: Tag 6 more people and link them to your post.
Rule four: Let them know you tagged them.
These one's are from weelittletumblog who is awesome.
If you could master one art form (eg. visual arts, dance, music, film etc.) which would you choose? I suppose music, I would love to be able to pick up any instrument and just know how to play it.
What do you look for in a friend? Someone who I can laugh with and someone who will forgive me when I don't talk to them for a couple months.
How would you like to spend a Friday night; best case scenario? Eat a really really good dinner like salmon or something, then watch a movie with friends.
Favourite food (except you can’t say pizza) (I don't like pizza) So my favourite food would be ice cream, but an actual dinner would be thai food, or salmon.
Do you like someone right now? If so, describe them in eight words. No I don't like anyone.
Favourite Book(s) and Book Recommendations Harry potter and Hunger games obviously. Fault In Our Stars, The Book Thief, 13 Reasons Why, Struck By Lightning, The Perks Of Being a Wall Flower.
These questions are from quinnanderberry and I don`t think I`ve talked to you so we should chat some time!
1. A place you want to visit? Anywhere is Europe, also Chicago because it seems like a neat city.
2. Favorite quote? "Everybody is a genius, but if you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree it will live it's whole life believing it's stupid." - Albert Einstien
3. 3 Favorite books (or book series)? See above
4. Describe your fashion/wardrobe style in a few words? Relaxed, simple, affordable, emphasis on shoes.
5. Worst subject in school? In terms of how well I do, French. In terms of how little I enjoy it, geography.
6. A few of your favorite movies? A FEW??? Anything Pixar, Music & Lyrics, Moulin Rouge, RENT, Across The Universe, Mary Poppins, Easy A, Mean Girls, Pitch Perfect, 21 Jump Street, The Help. Many more but this list is long enough.
7. How did you find out about tumblr? I was watching some YouTube videos and the person kept talking about Tumblr so I decided to check it out...
8. If you could marry anyone in the world, who would it be? Honestly? This question is too difficult! Can they be fictional? I DON'T KNOW!!!
9. Do you believe in love at first sight? YEAH I'M CERTAIN THAT IT HAPPENS ALL THE TIME! WHAT DO YOU SEE WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHT? Oh but seriously, no.
10. How many posts have you liked? 11. I try to keep it to as few as possible.
11. Favorite music artist? Lumineers, Darren Criss, Adele, Serena Ryder, Bruno Mars.
Woo, done those questions. My questions are.
1. If you were going to move to a different country where would you move?
2. You're stuck on a dessert island, what 5 things do you bring?
3. Would you let your best friend give you a haircut?
4. What is your favourite thing to do during a thunderstorm?
5. Would you rather sing everything you say for the rest of your life or see everything in black and white?
6. Dogs or cats?
Now I guess I will tag these cool people: hopelesslydevotedtothem quinny-berries turtleblaine blein anderfluff jennaush
(((I think you people are cool even if I might not talk to all of you)))
Summary: Chris and Darren's easy friendship becomes something a little more complicated. The first part in what will likely become a verse about those times when that thing between them rears its head. Starting with Dublin, of course.
Notes: This is for Bee because today is her one year anniversary of shipping Crisscolfer! *throws confetti* It's also a bit of a belated birthday present for Erin because she's the one that sent me into a fic writing spiral (from Colfaguire feels and Crisscolfaguire threesome thoughts, strangely enough...anyway). Big thank you to Audrina who was kind enough to do a beta read-through for me.
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Dublin, July 2011
The Glee Live Tour is over. The entire cast is crammed into Lea and Heather’s adjoining hotel rooms, the door between them propped open with someone’s suitcase. Empty champagne bottles litter the counters. Everyone is smiling and laughing and joking around, drunk and exhilarated from the last show.
His champagne glass is empty. Chris excuses himself to get a refill, and instead of returning to Ashley’s side he makes his way out onto one of the balconies. He leans against the railing, sipping his drink and taking it all in. The night air is cooler than he’s used to for July, but it’s refreshing. And the view is simply wonderful. Dublin is beautiful. Chris wishes they had more time to explore the city, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t anxious to get home to his own bed. He’s had quite enough of hotel beds, thank you very much.
The door slides open and Chris turns to see Darren popping his head out. When he sees Chris he grins widely and steps outside. He slides the glass door closed behind him, cutting off the noise from the party, and goes to stand beside Chris. He bumps their shoulders together. “Hey, Chris,” he says, drawing his words out in that way he does when he’s been drinking.
Chris smiles and turns back to watch what’s happening down on the street. The hotel is in a very busy part of downtown. It must be nearly 2am but there are still people everywhere; he can hear shouting and laughter from up here. He thinks he sees the attendees of a bachelorette party piling into a limo down the street. One of them is definitely wearing a crown.
Darren nudges him again. “Chris,” he whispers. When Chris merely hums in acknowledgement, Darren whines a little. “Chris! You have to- come on, look at me!”
Chris sighs but he’s smiling again when he turns to face Darren. “Alright, what?”
Darren grins and points at his T-shirt. “You, sir, owe me a kiss.”
Chris laughs. “Nice try, buddy, but you already got your kiss from me tonight.”
“No, no, that one doesn’t count.” Darren’s shaking his head vehemently. “That was me kissing you. I was the initiator. The kisser. You were the… kissee.”
Chris splutters a little and Darren raises his eyebrows as if he’s challenging Chris to work his way out of that logic. But it’s late and Chris is tipsy and it’s Darren. So he leans over and gives him a chaste peck on the cheek. “There. Satisfied?”
Darren looks hilariously outraged. Chris has to bite back a laugh. “What? Oh, come on, Darren. Everyone else gave you cheek kisses.”
“Dianna didn’t!”
“Only because you turned your head at the last second!”
Darren huffs. Then he pouts a little and cocks his head to the side. “Please, Chris?”
Chris eyes him warily. Darren’s a devious little fucker, using those puppy eyes like that. Chris tries to think of a reasonable objection, but it’s not like they haven’t kissed on-camera before. Or off-camera, if tonight is anything to go by. They’re friends. One little kiss won’t make things weird. Making a big deal out of it will make things weird.
Chris rolls his eyes, mutters fine and leans over to press his lips against Darren’s. It’s supposed to be another peck, but Darren’s bottom lip is still pushed out in a pout when Chris kisses him. It’s instinct when Chris sucks it into his mouth. Darren’s mouth drops open in surprise and Chris’s lips part in kind, and then they’re really kissing, open mouths and tentative swipes of tongue. Darren’s mouth tastes like the champagne they’ve both been drinking and like the strawberries from the fruit tray Naya ordered from room service. Chris’s left hand slides around Darren’s neck and into his hair, knocking the leprechaun hat askew. His right hand is still clutching the champagne glass. Some part of his brain is impressed with himself for not spilling any.
Darren’s hands are gripping Chris’s hips, and when nibbling on Chris’s bottom lip draws out a gasp that sounds a lot like a moan, he uses that grip to push Chris back and break the kiss. They stare at each other for a second or two, both breathing heavily, before Chris inhales sharply. “Oh my God, Darren, I’m so sorry. God, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I don’t even-” Chris blabbers on as Darren gently pries the champagne glass from his hand, tosses what’s left over the railing, and sets it on the ground by the door. He’s still talking as Darren walks over to him, keeps walking so Chris has to step backwards until he’s up against the brick wall.
“Chris?” Darren interrupts. Chris stops mid-sentence and licks his lips. He tastes Darren and it sends heat shooting up his spine. Darren leans in, slowly, until their lips are almost touching. “Shhhh,” he breathes, and then he’s cupping his face with both hands and kissing him again.
These aren’t the same sweet, exploratory kisses as before. These kisses are intense, hard enough to be bruising. Darren is liberal with his use of tongue, and soon enough it’s getting sloppy and wet and perfect. With both his hands free, Chris twines the fingers of one hand through Darren’s curls, loving the way Darren grunts when Chris pulls on them a little. His other hand slides down his back and grabs at his ass. Darren presses in even closer, nudging his thigh against Chris’s groin. Chris is moaning now, they both are, and he’s just starting to rock against Darren’s thigh when the door to the balcony slides open. They break apart.
Lea stumbles out, sloshing the champagne in her flute and just barely avoiding stepping on Chris’s discarded glass. Once she has righted herself, she eyes them suspiciously. “There you boys are! Am I…” she pauses, clearly for dramatic effect. “…interrupting something?” She hiccups. It sort of ruins the effect.
Darren’s the first to recover. “Lea, darling! I was just trying to drag Chris back inside. Help me?”
Lea, of course, complies. They each grab one of his arms and march him indoors. Almost as soon as the door slides shut behind them Lea spots Cory and skips over to join him.
Chris can tell Darren is trying to catch his eye, so he saves him the trouble and turns to him with a too-bright smile. “I’m going to get some more champagne.”
Darren gives him an indecipherable look. He seems to be trying to read him, but his drunkenness has impaired his people-reading skills. This is probably a good thing, since Chris isn’t sure if he wants to be read right now.
Without waiting for a response, Chris turns and disappears into the other room. He drinks one last glass of champagne, talks to Heather briefly, finds Ashley to let her know that he’s turning in for the night, and escapes to his room. He doesn’t fall asleep for a very long time.
He thinks he hears a soft knock at the door around 3am, but he doesn’t get up to check.
***
The next day they fly home. Chris and Darren sit next to each other on the plane. They don’t speak; Chris is reading and Darren is listening to his iPod. But after take-off Darren hooks his ankle around Chris’s. Neither of them moves for the entire flight.
