"... did you text Mia ?"

Blaine took a deep breath and considered his options. A), tell Chris he had sent her a message and lie about her answer. No, can't do that, he'd still think of Darren as 'taken'. B), tell him he doesn't want to send her a message because it freaks him out. Ehm... lacking logic, much ? C), give a half-truth – that judging from the texts, they had broken up, but not tell why. Which meant he had to make up a reason. And delete the texts later, pretending not to have done it intentionally. Go with this one.

This train of thought had only lasted 15 seconds but Chris was already raising a suspicious eyebrow at him.

"Well, did you ..?"

"No, they... they broke up. I think."

Blaine was extremely impressed by Chris' poker face. Or maybe it was really not affecting him. Nah, can't believe it.

"... why would you think that ?"

"The text messages... she says she'll come by to pick up her stuff; he says he's sorry. Then she says she understands and that it 'was nice knowing him'... So yeah, I guess Darren ended it", Blaine narrowed his eyes, "Or, more likely, that he did something that made her end it, but it wasn't that important, since she forgives him. But important enough to break up..."

"... ehm, okay, did you really get all of that from a bunch of texts that could mean just about anything ?"

Blaine realized he might've overdone the analyzing. Just a little.

"Yeah, well, you know, Kurt forces me to watch those romantic comedies when it's his turn to pick on movie night... not that I complain, because they make him all clingy, and so we always end up...", he trailed off, blushing, as Chris gave him a knowing smirk, "Anyways ! That's how I know. I mean, that's what I suppose. Or maybe, you know, it's something else entirely. So, yeah, that's why I didn't text Mia. See, no one and nothing to worry about."

"... nothing except the fact that you're stuck in a world were you don't belong, and that there's a chance Darren took your place."

"... what do you mean 'a chance' ? Aren't you completely sure ?"

"We don't know how it works. We don't exactly know what happened, maybe you did not swap bodies, maybe he just vanished somewhere and you're...", Chris' eyes widened, "...okay, no, not happening, too scary."

He waved his hand as if to chase away the unsettling thoughts. None spoke for a minute, both contemplating the situation.

"Hey, are you like... hungry or something ? It must be about 7 pm and... well I guess... you know, Darren eats all the time, and since the body controls these stuff..."

Blaine's stomach rumbled, as if answering Chris' questions, which made both boys laugh.

"Okay let's get something to eat..."

Chris picked up a bunch of flyers from the coffee table - ads for chinese restaurants, pizzerias, and mexican places - reading the different menus attentively. Blaine tilted his head.

"Kurt disapproves of this kind of food."

Chris chuckled.

"Well, I'm not allowed too much of these sweet little things, but I can't say no to some tacos or burgers here and there... As long as I still fit in those tight jeans..."

Blaine smiled.

"Well, I guess I haven't had a cheeseburger in a while..."

He smiled a crooked smile, salivating just from the thought, biting his lip.

"... that bad, uh ?"

"Yeah... oh God, the things I'd do for Kurt..."

He shook his head and giggled as he reminded himself of all the crazy stuff he'd done for his boyfriend. Like that one time he had stayed up all night in front of a store so that they'd be first in line for the new summer collections of various designers. Well, to be frank, sharing a sleeping bag with Kurt had definitely not been a bad thing, considering it was a rather chilly night and they had had no choice but to be completely pressed against each other to share body heat. And a few kisses. Which were, he had to admit it, quite heated too.

"You're doing it again, Blaine."

"... uh, what ?"

"Unfocused eyes, dreamy expression, smiling as if you were high..."

"I was just... thinking about Kurt."

"I figured."

Chris winked and picked the menu for a diner named "Sloppy Joe's", which was about the worst pun on words Blaine had ever heard, especially considering the drawing of two hamburgers... kissing, with a lot of tongue, at the bottom of the flyer. Blaine wrinkled his nose.

"I'm so not eating anything that comes from this place."

"I'm s-sorry, for a second I thought...", he shook his head, heart racing, "I thought you were Chris, it's... I'm sorry..."

Darren blinked a few times and looked away, trying to hide the blush that had crept up his cheeks.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I thought... no need to wear designer pajamas since I don't have to impress Blaine or anything, and to be honest they're sexy as Hell but not super comfortable and ... are you blushing ?"

"NO. I'm not."

Kurt raised an eyebrow and slid under the covers after turning on the bedstand lamp so that he could switch off the other lights.

"I can still change clothes, you know, if it confuses you too much..."

"What ? Oh no, no it's fine, don't worry..."

"Are you sure ?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

Kurt smiled and settled his head on the pillow so that he was looking directly at Darren but didn't have hair in his face.

"So... do you have, like, a girlfriend ?"

Darren felt his heart clench. He already knew that Kurt was as observant as Chris - if not more. And if he was as good as Chris in guessing what was going on in people's mind, then he was completely screwed.

"I did... until a few days ago."

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that...", Kurt gave him an undefinable smile, "...may I ask what happened ? Or, you know, if you don't wanna talk about it..."

"No, no it's fine, it's... she broke up with me because she realized I... I have feelings for someone else. Feelings I couldn't – can't – really wrap my head around."

Kurt took his hand and squeezed it. Darren knew that if Kurt had understood who 'someone else' was, then he must be wondering why he'd said he was straight.

Well, he had mostly because it was the absolute truth. He was straight, he'd never had any feelings or really strong attraction for a guy before meeting Chris Colfer and his stupid blue/green/grey eyes, and his stupid voice, and stupid hair, and stupid body, and stupid soft hands, and stupid laugh... You know, in a language where 'stupid' is a synonym for 'absolutely perfect'.

It wasn't due to a lack of experimenting, because he'd made out with boys in college without feeling anything. And some of these boys were all kinds of sexy. But visibly not as sexy as Chris Colfer.

Darren had watched Glee a few times before auditioning for Blaine – so that he could see what he had lost when the producers hadn't cast him as Finn - and he had to admit that Kurt had always been his favorite character, by far. He'd seen most of the first season and some scenes from the second season's pilot before auditioning for the part of Blaine.

When he first went to the set of Dalton to meet his fellow Warblers, as well as Ryan and Brad, he had no idea Chris would be there too. He had been taken aback when he'd heard Chris tell Ryan Murphy how he'd made the right choice because "You just have no idea how freaking talented this guy is ! I can't believe you've never heard of a Starkid, really, you just need to watch A Very Potter Musical !", and there was the mutual fanboying when they'd shaken each other's hand and Chris had smiled and Darren had lost the ability to think for a minute.

At first he thought it was because he was meeting one of his favorite actors, and it was also a little like meeting Kurt Hummel – except the man he had had in front of him was very different from his character and just as equally awesome, if not more. And then Darren started to realize that whenever Chris was in a room, it was like some magnetic force was pulling him towards the younger man and he just had to act like an idiot to try to make him laugh. The wonderful thing was that Chris always laughed along and just understood him. And so the hero-crush had grown into something Darren was not completely prepared to deal with. No one had seemed to notice the change – the way his arm lingered a little longer around Chris' shoulder or waist when they walked together. The way he sometimes looked at him when he knew Chris couldn't see. And the repeated movie nights they spent curled up around the other, which were a torture to Darren, mostly because he did not want to act on his feelings without understanding them, and also because he just couldn't cheat on Mia.

She'd been nice to him. Sometimes she was annoying, especially when she interrupted him in the middle of a promising evening with Chris, which led him to flirt with other guys – but he couldn't blame her. Because he'd been kind of a jerk. They'd only had sex three times since he'd realized he was sort of maybe attracted - or more - to Chris, because he was afraid he'd whisper the wrong name, whisper it the way he only allowed himself to in the dead of night, when it was just him and his right hand; or in his dreams, where Chris joined him more often than not.

Thing was, he still found himself looking at girls sometimes. And he tried to look at other men. Oddly, girls became less and less interesting and other men just... weren't Chris.

So, Darren had come to the conclusion that he was colfersexual (he had seen the name somewhere on the internet and kinda liked it). Or something. Or maybe he'd always been bisexual but had never met the right man before.

He didn't really care about labels as much as the media did, so as far as the journalists were concerned, he was straight. No one needed to know that he was actually questioning his sexuality because of his co-star.

"... does this 'someone else' share your feelings ?", Kurt asked, pulling Darren away from his thoughts

"I don't... I don't know. I don't think so."

"Are they taken ?"

Oh, Kurt Hummel. You know. I told you I was straight and yet you talk about this someone as if it could be either a boy or a girl. You know exactly who I'm talking about.

"I can't be sure, but I'd say... they're not. I would know."

Kurt nodded, thoughtful. Darren took a deep breath and tried to change the subject.

"So, you promised to tell me about the other two times you sneaked out of your bedroom ?"

"Oh God, this is the best cheeseburger EVER !"

Blaine and Chris were sitting on the couch, eating the various burgers and salads they had ordered – after Chris managed to convinced the curly-haired boy that even if they had a bad name, the food was absolutely delicious – and Blaine was certain his stomach was having an orgasm.

"Told you !"

They were watching "The Rocky Horror Glee Show", which Blaine had begged to see when Chris had been humming Time Warp on their way to the drive thru. It had reminded Blaine that Kurt had told him about doing the show, and how Mr Schue had wanted him to be Frank'n'Furter, but he'd say no and had been Riff Raff instead. He'd shown him the only existing picture of him in his costume.

Blaine was laughing so hard he had spilled some of his soda on the already stained carpet.

"Oh God, seriously, this is hilarious !"

They had reached the part were Mr Schue decides he will take the part of Rocky, instead of Sam.

"I kinda complained at this point – I wanted to see more of Chord's abs...", Chris joked

Blaine immediately stared at him in disbelief.

"What ? He does have a great body."

"Yeah, whatever."

Not that Blaine was feeling self-conscious or anything but ehm, yeah, he had just seen Sam – well, Chord – shirtless; and he'd accidentally seen Finn exiting the bathroom in only a towel before, and well, Kurt had had a crush on them before, so...

"If it makes you feel any better, I've seen Darren shirtless – you've got nothing to envy. Should be the other way around."

Blaine smiled, blushing.

"Not sure I can agree with you on that... I mean, have you seen Sam ? Or, Chord, whatever..."

"Yes, I have, Blaine. Believe me...", he hesitated, "Darren'swayhotterthanChord'lleverbe."

It was Chris' turn to blush, and Blaine smiled, satisfied. He focused his attention back to the show, giggling as, predictably, Schue and Emma – well, Matt and... something like... Jenna perhaps ? – started doing Touch-a Touch-a Touch-a Touch-me.

He was still wondering how he could bring Chris to tell him whether he liked Darren that way or not. Then he remembered Mia's text.

"Hey, so, Chris, I was thinking – don't you have a boyfriend ? Because, I mean, you're staying here tonight and all, I hope it doesn't bother him..."

"I-I don't have a boyfriend", he muttered, sounding clearly embarrassed

"... you can't be serious..."

"Well, I am, I don't really have time to date anyone and, and... I wouldn't want to have someone who just wants to be with me because I'm famous or something. I'll just wait until things get a little less... crazy."

"Doesn't the rest of the cast have boyfriends and girlfriends ?"

"Most of 'em do, yeah, but it's... it's different. They're older than me. I mean I've never really... ever been with anyone... seriously. I mean, you know..."

Blaine raised his eyebrows. Okay, so that's a new one... What are all the men on this planet waiting for ?

"I'm sorry I just thought... more like, assumed you'd be with someone. Hasn't anyone caught your attention ?"

Blaine knew he was pushing a little – but why wouldn't Chris tell him the truth ? It's not like Darren would know. And even if he did, well that would just help things out a little.

"Ehm, no, not really...", he looked down, cheeks still red, "And, you know, I don't think... like, I know fans would go completely crazy, like on tumblr and everything, and I'm not sure everyone's ready to be under the spotlight and have shitloads of fans harassing them... I mean, we could still hide but... what's the point, right ?"

Blaine looked back at the screen just in time to catch Kurt's "creature of the night..." and smirked, because, really, could he get any more adorable ?

"Are you sure people would get so obsessed ?"

"Yeah, I'm absolutely certain. A few weeks ago, I was... hanging out at a bar with the other Warblers – you know, after Mia came over and I left – and Riker and Curt – Jeff and Nick – were buying me drinks and there was this super cute guy, who, or so they said, had been looking at me for a while. At some point Luke, Aaron and I started dancing a little and when we went back to the table, the waiter came with a mojito and said the cute guy had ordered it for me. So the guys were like 'come on, go talk to him !' and all, and well... I went, we chatted for a while and he was really really cute. He knew he'd seen my face somewhere, but he didn't watch Glee so, yeah, not doing it for my fame."

He stopped talking and stared blankly at the TV, where Figgins was asking Schue about his true motivations for doing Rocky Horror. After a few seconds he took a deep breath, and turned back to Blaine, who had been waiting patiently for the rest of the story.

"He liked music and many, many TV Shows, so we kinda talked about that all night. He didn't try to, like, put the moves on me or anything, but I could tell he was definitely checking me out. Riker kept sending me motivational texts and then said not to do anything he wouldn't do, and at some point they were all gone so, I decided to call it a night and take a cab back home. The guy – his name was Andrew – offered to share a cab, and I thought it didn't have to lead to anything, so... we did. Little did I know – a paparazzi who was just walking by to go stalk Selena Gomez in another bar – when I tell you I've got bad luck – took a picture of me and Andrew entering the cab, and him holding the door for me, and me smiling at him and all... Thing is, nothing happened between us – once we reached my place I told him that... that he was super nice but that I was not looking for anything just now, and he... well, he said it didn't need to be anything steady or even more than one night...", he trailed off, hesitating, "and... I just said that I had someone else on my mind. He took my hand and kissed my palm, saying he hoped to see me again."

He blushed and Blaine felt a weird surge of jealousy - like he wanted to strangle the guy or something. The strange thing was that the feeling did not come from his brain, or heart... it was more like his body's will. Well, Darren's body's will, actually.

This swap-curse doesn't even make sense anymore...

On the upside, Chris had said that he'd had "someone else" on his mind. Blaine saved that up to ask him later.

"And... what about the paparazzi ?"

"The next morning I received texts from Amber and Ashley; and Lea was knocking on my door before I'd had the time to finish my coffee. I told them nothing had happened and, well, at first they didn't believe me but... yeah, it kind of hurt me, I don't know, I mean I can't see myself having one night stands intentionally, you know, without thinking there could be more. And... well, I told them...", he risked a glance at Blaine, "I said I kinda... liked someone else. Shut them up effectively. They didn't try to know who I was talking about", he blushed a little, "The others on set teased me a little but knew nothing had happened with Andrew so, yeah, they got tired of it after a day or two."

Blaine nodded but remained silent. They kept on watching whatever nonsense Sue Sylvester was telling Schue, Blaine not really paying attention – mostly because Kurt wasn't on the screen.

"Darren's reaction was the one that shocked me the most, though. He was always so cheerful and all, and we'd reached a point when he nearly lived in my trailer. But after the incident he just... ignored me. Or when he didn't have a choice but to be near me, he acted extremely weirdly, like every time we touched, he jolted off and said he was sorry. And then I... I confronted him about it. He said... he said he wouldn't want to make my boyfriend jealous, that it must already be hard enough for him to watch us kiss and all on TV."

Blaine smiled. Typical reaction. He actually would've done the same.

"When I told him that I did not have a boyfriend and that this guy did not spend the night at my place, I don't know, it was as if I'd told him people were holding a Star Wars convention and we'd had VIP invites or something, he was smiling like crazy and was this close to jumping on the furniture – you two share that habit. It was sort of confusing... then it was awkward for a bit and we just... went back to the way it was before eventually."

Chris shrugged, biting his cheeks, either to keep himself from saying more or from smiling, Blaine couldn't tell.

And with that Blaine was almost completely certain Chris returned Darren's feelings. Sort of. Well, at least he hoped he did. Now he knew he couldn't put his foot in his mouth the way he usually did and ask Chris like that, out of the blue – though maybe it would... Oh.

Blaine's jaw fell. Time Warp had just started... and Kurt was doing this very deep sexy voice. He smiled at the wonderfulness of the scene – Quinn and Kurt were just perfect as Magenta and Riff-Raff, as well as the rest of the New Direction in their alter-egos' roles. Finn especially was plain hilarious.

"This – this is fricking awesome."

Chris gave him a lopsided smile and got up to clear the plates, returning a few minutes later with a big bowl of ice-cream and two spoons. He sat beside Blaine on the couch and aimed the remote at the TV, turning the DVD player off.

"So, what do you wanna do now ?", Chris asked, handing Blaine one of the spoons, "I think we ought to try and do some research on your case."

"I agree", Blaine nodded, carefully lifting a spoonful of sugary delight to his mouth, "But where do we start ?"

Chris frowned.

"Have you ever heard of stories like these ? Stuff that could help ? I don't really remember anything about actors changing worlds and becoming their characters... well other than The Purple Rose Of Cairo where the characters just leave the screen and come to the real world but it's not the same."

Blaine narrowed his eyes for a moment, and then nearly knocked off the bowl as he raised his arm.

"Maybe not in that way... not from actor to character... but in my way ! Characters becoming the actors who play them ! Don't you watch Supernatural ? One of my friends at Dalton is obsessed with it, every Monday morning he gives us a recap of the previous Friday's episode. I've watched most of it, it's actually pretty good."

"... is it any reliable ? Because I've seen the three first seasons when I was sick last summer, and well... it's mostly based on mythology and urban legends."

"Not more than the three first seasons ?", Blaine asked, shocked that you could resist the need to watch more

"I didn't really have time to..."

"You mean you still don't know if Dean gets out of Hell ?"

"I know he does, not how or why. And shhhh, don't tell me anything, I've managed to ignore spoilers so far. So, go ahead, what do you mean ?"

"... well, I believe they could be reliable, you know how the Winchesters always like, read everything they can on the subject ? Do some researches in local librairies or on the internet ? Well, sometimes it's just urban legends, and it has happened that the whole "how-to-kill-the-monster" part is false, but most of the time it's working. And, well, there was this episode – my friend had been talking about it ever since they had announced it – a meta episode. Like, Sam and Dean switched places with Jared and Jensen - and seriously, I peed myself watching it because it was just hilarious."

"How did it happen ?"

"That's when it gets tricky. Some angel – Balthazar, he's like super awesome – was the one to like, draw a sigil on a window with blood and bones and stuff, and send them to the other world."

Chris sighed.

"Okay, that should be easy, just let me call one of my angel friends !"

"... the even worse news is, they didn't exactly come back by themselves."

"Let me guess, a unicorn falls from the sky and with the help of a wood nymph they bring them out of TV-Land."

Blaine frowned.

"No, that's not... unicorns don't exist in Supernatural... I mean, Sam seems to believe they do, and the homoerotic subtext could make you believe than it's some unicorns who run the show, or that Castiel actually is one of them, but no."

"... you're aware I was joking, right ?"

"...yes..."

Chris smirked and shook his head.

"So, go ahead, tell me..."

"Raphael, the archangel."

"I thought you said Balthazar had -"

"Yes, but... wait, I can't spoil you, just go with it, okay ?"

"Okay, okay... do you think writers and producers do some research on the monsters before doing an episode ?"

"I believe so... I've read some of the interviews, they seem to know a lot about all this... obscure mythology."

"Okay. So... we need to contact them."

"... how ?"

"Well... I'm an actor in a TV Show... Which means I can get in touch with...", he trailed off as he seemed to realize something, "Wait ! Cory had a small part in the first season !"

Chris jumped from the couch to reach his iPad, excited.

"...Cory was in Supernatural ? What episode ? I would've noticed a Finn lookalike..."

"I'm not even sure he said more than two words... There, he was in "Wendigo". The guy who plays on his gameboy and stays inside the tent, then the wendigo gets him."

"Wait – it's one of my favorite episodes. I watched it with Kurt not so long ago because it's a little scary and I needed an excuse to get him to be all cuddle-y. Anyways, if I recall correctly, that guy was black."

"What ? Are you sure ?"

"Yes, absolutely..."

"But this means... Maybe Cory doesn't exist in your world... so everything he's done... doesn't exist. Wait, I'll just check his filmography, maybe you've seen him in something else...", he scrolled down the page, "There, did you watch Kyle XY ?"

"Some episodes... who did he play ? Kyle ? Because in my world it's a guy named Matt Dallas -"

"In this world too... no, Cory played... Amanda's first boyfriend."

Blaine frowned again.

"Nope, not in my world. This guy was super cute, he looked a lot like... well, like Sam or Jeff. Bleached blond hair and all. And he wasn't tall."

Chris nodded gravely.

"This means shitloads of things don't exist in your world... Wait – is there a TV Show named How I Met Your Mother ?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, pausing to think before answering.

"I know the name but I think... there were just like, two seasons and then it was cancelled. Why ?"

"There's an actor named Neil Patrick Harris, who has a big part in the show in this world... he was in Glee, last season. I guess this also means you've never heard of Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth, have you ?"

"... nope, actually... who are they ?"

"Elphaba and Glinda in the original Wicked cast. Idina played Rachel's mom in Glee, and Kristin was April Rhodes, an old friend of -"

"- Will Schuester ! Yes, Kurt's told be about her...", he narrowed his eyes, "She's the one who got him his first drink, right ?"

"Yes, that's her", Chris chuckled

Blaine shook his head in disbelief.

Everything was different here. Not just his life – well, Darren's – but everyone else's. Every single Glee actor's previous actions did not exist in his world, so many movies, so many TV Shows were changed just because of it. Made you put things in perspective.

"Are you okay, Blaine ? You look a little... pale."

"I'm... globally fine. It's just... it's a lot to take in..."

Chris went back to the couch and took Blaine's hand. The curly-haired boy looked up, smiling sadly.

"Does this mean we have to tell Cory about me ?"

"I guess. What other excuse could we give to justify our need to contact the Supernatural crew ?"

"... we'd love to guest star on it ?"

Chris giggled.

"Yeah... or, you know, there could be a ghost in McKinley ! The ghost of an old Glee club member... That could be a great crossover idea..."

Chris stared at the carpet for a long minute, half-smiling, and Blaine recognized the face Kurt had when he was planning fabulous outfits... or evil things.

It was past 11pm and Kurt was only almost done telling Darren the story of the second sneak-out, which had occurred the week-end after Blaine and him had kissed for the first time.

"... and it was absolutely great – I mean, none of us have had boyfriends before... so we basically did things the way they do in the movies."

"There was the whole throwing pebbles at your window... but he did not bring his guitar to serenade you from the garden...", Darren joked

He smiled at the thought of his own experience on the matter. Damn, that hug...

"Are you crazy ? It would've awakened my father !", Kurt looked shocked, "So, anyways – after the impromptu midnight picnic, he asked me where I wanted to go, and I just took him to the old bridge not far from here. I have no idea how long we stayed there, sitting on the cold stone, looking at the stars' reflexion in the river... it was fabulous. And I took his hand, because I could, and then he had his arm wrapped around me, and then we were just curled up around each other and it was so, so perfect. It was everything I needed. It was as if... as if we were just made for each other. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's the truth. At some point I think Blaine and I were falling asleep on each other... so we decided to go back to my place. Once we'd reached my door, I told him I'd love for him to stay over. I said... I said I could hide him in the morning", he blushed, "That we'd find a way. Blaine was more reasonable... He said that he'd just love to be able to share my bed for the night...", Kurt looked away, "but that he couldn't do it 'physically', so instead he took off his sweater and gave it to me. I gave him my shirt", Kurt smiled, "and I kissed him, and he kissed me back, and it was... so wonderful."

Darren felt like crying at the cuteness. Well, also because... he'd always wanted to have this kind of relationship, so genuine and casual, and at the same time, every little touch had a much more profound meaning. He could tell Kurt was still amazed that this had happened to him, he saw it in his eyes. There were the same little lights he spotted in Chris' eyes every time something new and unbelievable happened. Like when he'd been named one of Time's 100 most influential people, or when he'd won his Golden Globe.

Or more regurlarly, when he took the time to look back on everything that had happened to him, and how much his life had changed in two years, not really wrapping his mind around it. Darren loved sharing those little moments with him.

Chris always said that he'd been extremely lucky... but really, it was the world that was lucky to have him.

"... Darren ?"

"Mmh-mh ?"

"Why are you smiling like this ?"

"What ?", he shook his head, "Oh, nothing it's... I was... nah, it's nothing, I was just thinking about..."

Darren bit his lip. He couldn't. He couldn't say his name out loud. It would only make it so much more real. It would only remind him that he was stuck in another world, so fucking far away from him, not really knowing if he'd ever come back home... and that even if he wasn't a gazillion realities away, there was just no way Chris Colfer would ever be his.

No way.

Mostly because he wouldn't be brave enough to articulate his feelings for him. Well, at least not yet. Feelings Chris most certainly did not return. We're just friends.

Also because by the time Darren would've figured it all out... then there would probably be someone else for Chris. Someone better. Some guy who'd know who he is and wouldn't be afraid to show it. Some guy who could be the Blaine to his Kurt, only, in real life. Some guy who'd get to wake up next to him every morning. Some guy who'd get to tell him every day how beautiful he is and how much he loves him. And Chris would say the same things in return.

And Darren would really, really like to be that guy.