A/N: Inspired by these pictures of Darren’s suit for the MET GALA, as well as this sketch. Thanks to Jen for giving it a quick once over.
Summary: Darren wore a custom plaid tuxedo to the MET Gala. Chris helped. Shameless CrissColfer fluff.
“Mhhmff hi,” Chris mumbles, half asleep on his feet as he lets Darren into his apartment a little after 2 AM.
“Hello there,” Darren grins, opening his arms and allowing Chris to slump into them, pulling him close as he shuts the door behind them with a click.
“You’re cold,” Chris whispers, burying his face in Darren’s neck.
“Mhmm, but you’re warm,” Darren groans, settling his cheek against Chris’ hair. They stay that way for a long moment, simply breathing each other in, until Darren is starting to wonder if Chris has fallen asleep standing up. Wouldn’t be the first time, he thinks with a soft snort of laughter.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Chris interjects, pulling back to look at Darren.
“Nothing,” Darren answers quickly. “Ready for bed?”
“In a minute – but first I want to hear what they thought of the suit,” Chris prompts.