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The Switch

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CHAPTER ONE

Their lips molded together in a hot, bruising kiss. Their hands explored and groped at each other's bodies, desperate for some form of intimacy. The older of the two broke off the kiss, only to attach his lips to the other boy's neck. The younger boy whined, his hands tugging at the curly hair belonging to the boy above him.

"D-Darren," whimpered the younger boy. "Are you-Are you sure about this?"

Darren pulled away to stare at the boy with dark, lust filled eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbled, running his hands under the other boy's shirt. "Are you?"

The younger boy nodded.

"Are you sure?" asked Darren with a small frown. "I don't wanna take advantage of you, Chris."

Chris shook his head. "It's fine-I'm fine," he rambled, breathlessly. "I'm an adult, I can deal with the consequences. I agreed, didn't I?"

And, honestly, it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than his friend, but Darren either didn't notice or didn't care as he ducked back down to press their lips together again. Their lips moved together in a hot, unsynchronized mess that had their teeth clashing together and their tongues fighting for dominance. Darren's hands continued to roam underneath Chris' shirt as Chris whined into Darren's mouth. Darren just smirked and dropped his hands so they were resting on the waistband of Chris' jeans.
~*~*
"So what did you think?"

Chris Colfer sat up in the bed, the white sheets pooling around him, his blue eyes focused on the curly haired boy getting dressed in front of him.

"It was nice," mused Darren as he pulled his shirt on over his head. "It'll probably only be a one time thing, though."

Chris nodded thoughtfully, tying desperately to ignore the ache in his chest.

"So...you think you're straight?" confirmed Chris, his eyes focused on his hands folded in his lap.

"I think so," said Darren. "This was a nice experiment, but I don't think I have an actual interest in dating guys."

Chris nodded again.

"You alright?"

Chris glanced up as Darren sat down next to him, resting a hand on Chris' still unclothed shoulder.

"Yeah," mumbled Chris, forcing a small smile onto his lips. "I'm fine."

"Aw, c'mon," Darren's smiled softly. "I may be oblivious but I'm not that oblivious. Now tell me."

"It's nothing," Chris reassured his friend.

"Chris, I would say we're pretty close," stated Darren. "I mean, you just took my gay virginity. My gayginity. The point is that you can tell me anything that's bothering you. I'm here to help."

"I think this is the most sensitive a guy has ever been after having sex with me," Chris said with a chuckle.

Darren beamed and wrapped an arm around Chris' shoulders.

"That's because I'm just such a good friend," smirked Darren. "Now, don't be sad. You just took my gayginity, you should be happy."

"Stop saying gayginity," Chris retorted, trying with all his might not to laugh.

Darren just grinned at him cockily.

"Look," sighed Chris. "It's not really important and it's kind of stupid."

"Aw, don't do that," pouted Darren.

"It's just that...oh god I can't believe I'm about to admit this to you while sitting naked in bed." Chris wouldn't have believed he was actually considering telling Darren even if he was clothed, but the fact that he was currently without clothes just sort of made it even more unbelievable. "Look, I really like you. Like, more than just being friendly. And it's really stupid but I hoped that maybe after we had sex you would realize you did like guys and I would have a chance asking you out, but obviously that's not going to happen. And ohmygod I think I just took advantage of you."

Chris ran a hand through his hair, his chest heaving as he took several deep breaths.

"Oh," murmured Darren. "I'm sorry, Chris. If I had known I wouldn't have taken advantage of you. I mean shouldn't have done it in the first place-"

"You didn't," Chris was quick to argue. "I mean, I agreed."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" asked Darren, even though they both knew the answer.

"No," whispered Chris, biting his lower lip to stop it from shaking. "J-Just go."

Darren sighed and stood up straight (Ugh. Even the word straight was making Chris want to stab himself) before slowly walking towards the door. With one last "I'm sorry" Darren walked out of the trailer, remembering to close the goddamn door behind him.

Chris took a deep, shaky breath as he buried his face in his palms.

That was so stupid. How could he have done that? He had managed to keep his feelings a secret from Darren for so long and then suddenly he takes his gayginity (Great, now he couldn't stop saying it) and his secrets just spill out.

He choked back a sob, rubbing his eyes furiously.

What had he been expecting? Darren had made it very clear he was straight. Chris should've known he was only causing himself pain. An ugly sob-like noise ripped past Chris' lips as tears welled up in his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut as tears dripped down his cheeks.

He sniffled as he got to his feet (Making sure not to stand straight this time, no matter how bad it was for his back), throwing a fluffy bathrobe around himself. He grabbed a his laptop off the small table before collapsing on the couch (because there was no (Gerard) Way he was sleeping on the bed tonight).

Chris searched quietly through his laptop, the only noise being his sniffling and occasional sobs.

Finally, he found what he was looking for. He knew it would only make him feel worse, but at the moment he couldn't find it in himself to care. He pressed the play button, balancing the laptop on his legs as he curled up on the couch. On the small screen was him and Darren, in costume and pretending to be their gay alter egos.

The scene he was watching was a scene that had been cut from the released episode, but the actors still had access to it. In all honestly Chris was a little sad the scene had been cut. It honestly didn't provide anything for the plot, but it was a cute, flirty scene between Kurt and Blaine. It usually helped Chris cheer up at least a little bit, but at the moment it just made his heart hurt.

He couldn't help but wish he had Kurt's life. He had a loving boyfriend, he was happy with who he was, all his friends and family were accepting. It sure as hell sounded better than the pity party Chris was throwing himself right now.

Chris sighed as placed a hand on the laptop, thinking to turn it off, only to yelp as a small shock jumped up his hand. He hissed, shaking his hand quickly and almost missing how the chemistry project the television characters were working on exploded on Kurt at exactly the same time Chris was shocked.

Chris just sighed and checked the time (11:11) before slamming the laptop shut and setting it gently on the small table next to the couch. Chris laid down on the couch, forcing himself not to think about how he could never face Darren again, and slowly drifted off to sleep.
~*~*
"Hey. Wake up. Kurt, wake up."

Chris groggily forced himself to wake up, finding himself face to face with Darren Criss.

"What's goin' on?" Chris yawned sleepily. A frown settled on his face as he noticed the stiffness in his back. "Why am I on the floor?"

"You passed out or something after our science project exploded on you."

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. "What?"

"C'mon, our teacher says we have to get you to the showers."

Chris stumbled to his feet, allowing Darren to drag him out of the classroom.

"Darren? What's going on?" Chris asked, stifling another yawn.

"Did you just call me Darren?" frowned the boy who was apparently not Darren but just so happened to look exactly like him.

"Well that's your name, isn't it?" retorted Chris with a small smirk.

"No..." the Not-Darren-But-Darren-Lookalike frowned. "It's not...Kurt are you okay? How hard did you hit your head?"

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. Did he just call him Kurt? But that doesn't make any sense. Chris' eyes widened, a small gasp passing his lips as realization hit him.

"What?" wondered Not-Darren.

"B-Blaine?" Chris tried, looking at the boy next to him curiously.

"Yeah?" said Blaine, his eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion.

"Holy fuck," whispered Chris.
Blaine looked taken back by the sudden language for a moment but a small smile quickly covered any confusion on his face.

"You alright?" he asked.

Chris nodded quickly. "Wonderful."

His wish had come true. He wasn't just pretending to be Kurt Hummel, he was Kurt Hummel.