Okeyyy so a lot of you have read my first Crisscolfer fanfic, which was also my first ever fanfic that wasnt a oneshot.
I'd like to think that my writing had improved a lot since then so hopefully this one is a little bit better 😂

To say that Darren Criss had a good life was an understatement.

His life was practically perfect, when you looked at it from afar. He had a loving family, consisting of a happily married mother and father and a supportive older brother who he looked up to. They were quite well-off, as well. They lived in a reasonably sized house in San Francisco, California and both boys had attended a private all boys' secondary school with a high tuition fee, known as Saint Ignatius College Preparatory.

Currently, Darren was attending the University of Michigan, majoring in theatre performance and minoring in musicology and Italian. He lived on campus, only going home to visit his family during the holidays as it was a long drive to home from university, and vice versa.

However, despite Darren's near perfect financial status and family balance, he didn't think he'd ever felt completely happy. He could never put his finger on what his problem was. If he had people who loved him and accepted him and he'd never really experienced many problems in his life, why did he constantly feel like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, why did he always feel like a let down and like he wasn't good enough?

Of course he'd never, and didn't plan on ever telling anyone, especially not his family. They might get the wrong idea and assume he was just being ungrateful. And he most definitely didn't want them to think that.

So, he kept it all a secret, bottling all of his feelings up inside and refusing to ever be emotionally vulnerable with his family in case he got carried away and let it all out, crashing down the walls he'd spent so long building up.

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It was exactly 2:56am when Darren's phone died, the young man sighing deeply and tucking the device into the pocket of his jacket. He was currently leaning against the wall of some guy called Davis or Davey, something along those lines. He'd been invited to the blonde man's party for a reason completely unknown to him. He never understood why he was invited to these parties, he didn't have many friends and even on the rare occasion that he accepted the invite; all he really did was stand in the corner of the room on his phone.

Glancing down at himself, Darren sighed again at finding himself in the exact same position he found himself in on every Saturday for the past 5 or so weeks.

Looking back up, he began surveying the room, watching the many people making small talk, dancing or nursing plastic cups full of whatever cheap alcohol they'd managed to get their hands on. Eventually, he made a conscious decision and stepped forward, making his way to the drinks table where he began pouring himself a drink.

He knocked the drink back in one go, wincing as the sting of alcohol slipped down his throat. He looked down at the cup distastefully before shrugging and going for another glass. If he was going to get through this night and actually enjoy it for once, he'd need to be drunk enough to forget what happened in the morning.

"Someone's thirsty." A low voice muttered in his ear, Darren spilling some of his drink on the floor in surprise.

Turning around, Darren came face to face with a man about his height with piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dark room, staring amusedly into Darren's droopy hazel eyes.

"I need to be able to for-" Darren hiccupped, raising a hand to his lips in surprise and letting out a quiet giggle, "Excuse me."

Eyes alight with something new, the other man laughed, the sound making Darren's heart speed up. The man leaned forward, taking Darren's hand in his own and shouting above the music, "Let's dance."

So Darren did, grinning broadly as he was dragged to the middle of the room where the majority of the guests had gathered. The second they arrived, Darren's hands were in his hair, shaking his head from side to side as he moved his hips co-ordinately, laughing loudly.

Eventually he looked up to watch the other man dance, grinning and nodding appreciatively at the energetic style he'd taken on. When the man caught him staring, he smirked and grabbed Darren's wrists, spinning him around so Darren's back was pressed against the man's front, the both of them quickly picking up a rhythm once Darren's shock had worn off, the pair swaying slowly together, grinding against one another and breathing heavily, two pairs of eyes falling shut.

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When Darren eyes opened, the man blinking blearily against the light streaming in from the open blinds, it was safe to say he was confused and very shocked when he realised he was in a stranger's bed. And, glancing to the side, he was even more confused and shocked to find that the stranger was a man.

His confusion and shock was quickly replaced by embarrassment when he realised the stranger was awake and watching him with a smug smile on his lips.

"Hey there."

Darren bit his lip, attempting to look down subtly and finding himself naked, save for a pair of his blue boxer shorts. He looked back up to whisper a quiet: "Hi."

"So, I'm Chris." The man grinned cockily, shifting his weight so he could reach a hand out to Darren, his movements causing the covers to slip off his shoulder, revealing a very large and very obvious hickey which Darren hoped wasn't his doing.

"D-Darren." He stuttered, gripping the man's hand and shaking it.

"Well, that was fun. Thanks for that." Chris smiled, snuggling back under the covers.

"Thanks for what?"

"Oh, you don't remember." The man chuckled, "Well, sweetheart, whatever you're thinking is probably what we did."

Darren nodded, biting his lip and rolling off the bed, stumbling around the room to find his clothes, trying very hard to ignore the dull ache in his ass as tears began to tickle his eyes.

"Where are you going so fast?" The man drawled out seductively, a pair of hands gripping the sides of Darren's waist firmly.

Wriggling out of the man's grasp, Darren stuttered, "I- look, I- I don't normally do this sort of thing so-"

"What sort of thing? A hookup?" Chris frowned, "Because I've gotta be honest here, Darren, I don't see this as a hookup."

"Fine, whatever you wanna call it, I don't do it, okay? I just- I don't normally do sex and then- and then nothing, y'know? But it's fine, I- I get it, I-"

"Darren," Chris laughed, shaking his head. "I don't normally do sex and then nothing either. To be honest with you, I was kind of hoping this would be more of a permanent thing."

"As in- as in, like, a relationship?"

"If that's something you want." Chris grinned, nodding.

"We haven't even been on a date yet. You don't even know me."

"Well then, Darren, would you care to join me on a morning walk to the coffee shop on the corner of my street?"

Darren barely managed to fight down his blush as he nodded, "Sure, I'd- I'd like that."

Thoughts?

I won't be posting for a while, this is just the prologue to get y'all interested ;))

But I'm actually going to try to write at leat 10 chapters ahead before I start posting so I'm actually prepared for a change. I've already written 5 chapters so it shouldn't be too long until I'll be posing regularly.

Credit to thereekofgleek for the amazing cover akdnfkwjnf