Perfectly Wonderful [Chris/Cory]
Title: Perfectly Wonderful
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Cory Monteith
Rating: PG
Warnings: Background Lea/Dianna (I'm sorry, I can't help it).
Spoilers: None.
Words: 2,000
Summary: Chris Colfer likes his love life to stay private, which proves to be slightly difficult when his boyfriend is a PDA loving sap.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: For my one true love snarkgasm, who blows my mind. I believe the official prompt was; BeSubtleYouDufus!Chris and ButOMGILurvYou!Cory. So, yeah, well... here's that.
"Cory," Chris warned under his breath, passing closely by the actor on his way to Mark's kitchen. "Not here," he finished, trying his best to look stern, while knowing it was a failed attempt.
Cory's version of a pout was absolutely ridiculous, and Chris hated the way that it actually worked on him. "Whhyy," he whined childishly, following Chris into the kitchen where Lea and Dianna had holed themselves up hours ago.
"When I said 'not here,' I kind of assumed that you'd realize that means we can't talk about it here, either," Chris explained in a way he hoped would be final.
"Just explain to me why I can't even kiss my own husband in public," Cory insisted desperately, words low and whispered in way Chris prayed the girls couldn't hear.
"Okay, first of all," Chris started, backing out onto Mark's back deck, hearing his shoes scuff softly against the weather-worn wood, "I'm not your husband yet," he reminded, flashing his engagement ring in front of Cory's face.
"Oh, baby, that's only because I--"
"And that's okay," Chris calmed him immediately, risking to run a hand down Cory's arm. He knew his boyfriend felt extremely guilty about the fact that they'd been engaged for a full year now, and hadn't even begun to discuss wedding plans. But Chris knew that couldn't happen until they were out as a couple, anyhow, and tried his best to let Cory know that. "But as soon as we let people in on this, there's gonna be... awkward questions in interviews, and photoshoots I so don't want to do, and magazine covers, and even more paparazzi outside your house, and--"
"And what's so bad about that?" Cory asked in genuine confusion, eyebrows falling low on his face as those goddamn puppy eyes made their debut of the day. "I want people to see us together," he insisted, and Chris tried desperately not to be warmed by the sentiment.
"Oh, sweetie," Chris started, moving to the side of the deck, in order to sit on the edge, with his feet on the grass. "This isn't about that," he insisted, looking up, and up, and up, until Cory moved to drop down beside him, arms pressed tightly against each other as the sprinkler across the yard threw freckles of dampness over Cory's sneakers. "It's got nothing to do with not wanting people to see us together, I promise you that. Why wouldn't I want that? You're beautiful, Cory, in all the right ways," he continued, looking back over his shoulder to see that Mark and Kevin had joined the girls in the kitchen. "It's just... that I don't want my career to be about that," he got to the point, turning back to his fiance in time to catch him frown. "Not right now, anyhow. Right now is... a big time for me, and--"
"And why don't you wanna share that with me?" Cory asked almost dejectedly, swallowing deeply in a way that made Chris fear there may be tears.
"It's got nothing to do with you!" Chris leaned in to insist, raising one hand to rest on Cory's shoulder. "There's no one in the world I'd rather share these moments with than you, you know that," he continued, reaching his other hand in to grab at Cory's, idly toying with the silver engagement band that they'd brushed off to their friends with separate explanations for.
Cory sighed heavily in a way that let Chris know he'd given up, and Chris felt a hybrid of relief and panic hit him.
"I love you," he concluded, feeling like he hadn't said it in months, despite the fact being that he'd said it just that morning, laying against Cory's heated chest as they squinted against the early morning sunlight that tumbled into their bedroom.
"Love you too, baby," Cory tossed back slowly, eyes focused on the grass beneath them as he dug at a rough patch of wood beside him. And Chris realized then that he didn't have to fear this.
He'd kept Cory a dirty little secret for almost two full years now. They'd spent the first six months in an impossibly close friendship, before letting it take a turn down the roads of flirtation. And after that, well... it'd been a year and a half of secret dates, holding hands under blankets, less-than-innocent sleepovers and... silver engagement rings.
And Chris knew why he wanted that to stay private; it was what it'd been built on, after all. It'd be weird to suddenly be faced with questions about their relationship, which had never been asked by anyone other than Cory's parents when they went to spend last Christmas with them. It'd be weird to see pictures of them together, in places that weren't the box of private polaroids Cory kept under his bed. But Chris couldn't ignore the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat, as he imaged how it'd feel to let the world know that this man was his.
"I'm sorry," he apologized softly, looking up at Cory's eyes, which were almost orange now under the summer sunlight.
Cory just shook his head softly, smiling even softer, as he looked up at the sun.
Chris took a deep breath as he stood from the deck, looking down at Cory, while reaching out to run a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna go in and get another drink, do you want anything?"
Cory's lips twitched into a smirk, sad and stilted, and Chris worried for a moment that he'd possibly broke him. "I guess so," he answered back vaguely, eyes falling away from Chris again in favor of staring into the sun.
Chris stood there idly for a moment, before making his way back into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Lea and Dianna 'being subtle'.
"Whoa, Colfer's here?" Mark asked playfully, grinning at Chris from across the room.
Chris shrugged with a smile, as he shut the door behind him. "I know, I'm sorry," he laughed, feeling his heartbeat in his goddamn knees. "Cory tends to just distract me," he started, swallowing back the intense pang of fear that burned through his stomach.
"Of course he does," Mark answered back almost ominously, and Chris's feet faltered over the floor as he made his way to the fridge.
"He's out there just staring at the sun," Chris started stupidly; why was that a fact worth mentioning?
"Why does he do that?" Lea tossed in from the corner of the room, eyes taking in something other than blonde hair for the first time all day, Chris guessed. "I noticed he does that a lot when he's thinking," she added, and Chris just smiled softly; talking about Cory made him feel comfortable.
"Mmm, yeah," he sighed quietly, vaguely aware that he was grinning like an idiot. "He likes the way it kind of blanks out everything else around him, and he can just focus on his thoughts, because... he likes the way that the sun makes him see colors with his eyes closed. He's not really a big fan of darkness," he rambled, realizing too late that he'd way overstepped on that one.
Mark just nodded with eyebrows low his on his face, before taking a breath to say something Chris hoped would be innocuous. "He's gonna fuck up his eyes and need glasses if he keeps that one up," he stated simply, and Chris grinned as he shut the fridge behind him, placing Cory's beer next to his own diet Coke on the counter.
"Oh, he's got glasses, actually. For reading, mostly, he wears them in the morning when his... when his eyes aren't... um," Chris trailed off as he felt the burn of acid in his throat, while letting his eyes flicker up to meet Mark's studious gaze.
"When his eyes aren't..." Mark started, prompting Chris to continue, voice low and private as the rest of the room seemingly forgot about them.
Chris fumbled through his thoughts, looking down at the glint of silver on his left hand. Cory had proposed to him in Chris's own attic in his parent's house, the place he used to hide when life got too rough for him during school. It'd been accompanied with a speech about how no one would ever hurt him again, and how all the days he'd spent crying over bullies could be undoubtedly forgotten, if Chris would accept Cory's ring, and a brand new life.
The memory of it made him smile, and Chris wondered then why it was a story he felt he couldn't share. "You know, uh... I'm glad you girls are here," he started awkwardly, standing beside Mark as he looked over at Lea and Dianna.
"Well that's something I never thought I'd hear," Kevin tossed in from where Chris had completely forgotten about him.
"Yeah, no, um... flowers," he stuttered out gracelessly, pulling at the collar of his shirt with his left hand. "Um, Cory knows nothing about flower arrangements, and, uh... well, I've always thought flower shops were tacky, so, uh..."
"Aw, Chris," Dianna cooed softly, smiling widely as Lea did the same behind her. "Are you asking us to be in charge of flowers for your wedding?"
And there it was, all simple and obvious, the word Chris had been avoiding for a full year, if not even more. Out there in the open like it'd been there all along.
"Uh," he stammered breathlessly, instinct telling him to deny, until he remembered that the drinks were not the reason he'd come inside. "Yes, I... yes I am," he confirmed fearfully, swallowing deeply as Lea clapped her hands excitedly.
Mark laughed softly beside him, sparking up some input from Kevin; "Does that mean we can all finally stop calling that your Mom's theater group ring?"
Chris's jaw dropped incredulously for a moment as he took in Kevin's words, seeing the rest of his friends carry on a life uninterrupted.
They'd known it all along, he realized then. They'd known it all along.
"I guess it does," Chris grinned brightly, feeling a surprisingly large weight be lifted from his chest.
The sun had dropped slightly in the sky by the time Chris made it back out onto the deck. Cory was laying back against the wood, hands crossed behind his head as he looked up at the clouds.
"Hey," Cory sighed out softly, smirking up at Chris, until he dropped to lay beside him.
"Hey," Chris grinned happily, unable to contain it as he ran a hand over Cory's chest, pulling them close together on the still-warm wood of the deck.
"What's that smile for?" Cory asked almost suspiciously, eyeing Chris up in a way that so didn't bother him.
"Us," Chris threw back quickly, shrugging best as he could in his position against Cory's body. "Us together," he added. "I love us."
Cory laughed softly, before letting his face fall as Chris climbed on top of him, laying over his chest, before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Whoa, Chris," Cory started with a wince, tossing a glance back at the kitchen door. "Is... is everything alright?"
Chris smiled unstoppably as he settled against Cory's chest, laying there comfortably until the sun dropped completely. "Everything is perfectly wonderful," he sighed dreamily, giggling softly as he took in the reality that this was his life now. "I love you so much," he admitted softly, earning Cory's whispered reply.
It started to rain then, but Chris couldn't quite care. He had all he needed, and he knew it was his to keep.
-End-
Author:preferthemoss
Pairing: Chris Colfer/Cory Monteith
Rating: PG
Warnings: Background Lea/Dianna (I'm sorry, I can't help it).
Spoilers: None.
Words: 2,000
Summary: Chris Colfer likes his love life to stay private, which proves to be slightly difficult when his boyfriend is a PDA loving sap.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. (Read full disclaimer here.)
Notes: For my one true love snarkgasm, who blows my mind. I believe the official prompt was; BeSubtleYouDufus!Chris and ButOMGILurvYou!Cory. So, yeah, well... here's that.
"Cory," Chris warned under his breath, passing closely by the actor on his way to Mark's kitchen. "Not here," he finished, trying his best to look stern, while knowing it was a failed attempt.
Cory's version of a pout was absolutely ridiculous, and Chris hated the way that it actually worked on him. "Whhyy," he whined childishly, following Chris into the kitchen where Lea and Dianna had holed themselves up hours ago.
"When I said 'not here,' I kind of assumed that you'd realize that means we can't talk about it here, either," Chris explained in a way he hoped would be final.
"Just explain to me why I can't even kiss my own husband in public," Cory insisted desperately, words low and whispered in way Chris prayed the girls couldn't hear.
"Okay, first of all," Chris started, backing out onto Mark's back deck, hearing his shoes scuff softly against the weather-worn wood, "I'm not your husband yet," he reminded, flashing his engagement ring in front of Cory's face.
"Oh, baby, that's only because I--"
"And that's okay," Chris calmed him immediately, risking to run a hand down Cory's arm. He knew his boyfriend felt extremely guilty about the fact that they'd been engaged for a full year now, and hadn't even begun to discuss wedding plans. But Chris knew that couldn't happen until they were out as a couple, anyhow, and tried his best to let Cory know that. "But as soon as we let people in on this, there's gonna be... awkward questions in interviews, and photoshoots I so don't want to do, and magazine covers, and even more paparazzi outside your house, and--"
"And what's so bad about that?" Cory asked in genuine confusion, eyebrows falling low on his face as those goddamn puppy eyes made their debut of the day. "I want people to see us together," he insisted, and Chris tried desperately not to be warmed by the sentiment.
"Oh, sweetie," Chris started, moving to the side of the deck, in order to sit on the edge, with his feet on the grass. "This isn't about that," he insisted, looking up, and up, and up, until Cory moved to drop down beside him, arms pressed tightly against each other as the sprinkler across the yard threw freckles of dampness over Cory's sneakers. "It's got nothing to do with not wanting people to see us together, I promise you that. Why wouldn't I want that? You're beautiful, Cory, in all the right ways," he continued, looking back over his shoulder to see that Mark and Kevin had joined the girls in the kitchen. "It's just... that I don't want my career to be about that," he got to the point, turning back to his fiance in time to catch him frown. "Not right now, anyhow. Right now is... a big time for me, and--"
"And why don't you wanna share that with me?" Cory asked almost dejectedly, swallowing deeply in a way that made Chris fear there may be tears.
"It's got nothing to do with you!" Chris leaned in to insist, raising one hand to rest on Cory's shoulder. "There's no one in the world I'd rather share these moments with than you, you know that," he continued, reaching his other hand in to grab at Cory's, idly toying with the silver engagement band that they'd brushed off to their friends with separate explanations for.
Cory sighed heavily in a way that let Chris know he'd given up, and Chris felt a hybrid of relief and panic hit him.
"I love you," he concluded, feeling like he hadn't said it in months, despite the fact being that he'd said it just that morning, laying against Cory's heated chest as they squinted against the early morning sunlight that tumbled into their bedroom.
"Love you too, baby," Cory tossed back slowly, eyes focused on the grass beneath them as he dug at a rough patch of wood beside him. And Chris realized then that he didn't have to fear this.
He'd kept Cory a dirty little secret for almost two full years now. They'd spent the first six months in an impossibly close friendship, before letting it take a turn down the roads of flirtation. And after that, well... it'd been a year and a half of secret dates, holding hands under blankets, less-than-innocent sleepovers and... silver engagement rings.
And Chris knew why he wanted that to stay private; it was what it'd been built on, after all. It'd be weird to suddenly be faced with questions about their relationship, which had never been asked by anyone other than Cory's parents when they went to spend last Christmas with them. It'd be weird to see pictures of them together, in places that weren't the box of private polaroids Cory kept under his bed. But Chris couldn't ignore the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat, as he imaged how it'd feel to let the world know that this man was his.
"I'm sorry," he apologized softly, looking up at Cory's eyes, which were almost orange now under the summer sunlight.
Cory just shook his head softly, smiling even softer, as he looked up at the sun.
Chris took a deep breath as he stood from the deck, looking down at Cory, while reaching out to run a hand through his hair. "I'm gonna go in and get another drink, do you want anything?"
Cory's lips twitched into a smirk, sad and stilted, and Chris worried for a moment that he'd possibly broke him. "I guess so," he answered back vaguely, eyes falling away from Chris again in favor of staring into the sun.
Chris stood there idly for a moment, before making his way back into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of Lea and Dianna 'being subtle'.
"Whoa, Colfer's here?" Mark asked playfully, grinning at Chris from across the room.
Chris shrugged with a smile, as he shut the door behind him. "I know, I'm sorry," he laughed, feeling his heartbeat in his goddamn knees. "Cory tends to just distract me," he started, swallowing back the intense pang of fear that burned through his stomach.
"Of course he does," Mark answered back almost ominously, and Chris's feet faltered over the floor as he made his way to the fridge.
"He's out there just staring at the sun," Chris started stupidly; why was that a fact worth mentioning?
"Why does he do that?" Lea tossed in from the corner of the room, eyes taking in something other than blonde hair for the first time all day, Chris guessed. "I noticed he does that a lot when he's thinking," she added, and Chris just smiled softly; talking about Cory made him feel comfortable.
"Mmm, yeah," he sighed quietly, vaguely aware that he was grinning like an idiot. "He likes the way it kind of blanks out everything else around him, and he can just focus on his thoughts, because... he likes the way that the sun makes him see colors with his eyes closed. He's not really a big fan of darkness," he rambled, realizing too late that he'd way overstepped on that one.
Mark just nodded with eyebrows low his on his face, before taking a breath to say something Chris hoped would be innocuous. "He's gonna fuck up his eyes and need glasses if he keeps that one up," he stated simply, and Chris grinned as he shut the fridge behind him, placing Cory's beer next to his own diet Coke on the counter.
"Oh, he's got glasses, actually. For reading, mostly, he wears them in the morning when his... when his eyes aren't... um," Chris trailed off as he felt the burn of acid in his throat, while letting his eyes flicker up to meet Mark's studious gaze.
"When his eyes aren't..." Mark started, prompting Chris to continue, voice low and private as the rest of the room seemingly forgot about them.
Chris fumbled through his thoughts, looking down at the glint of silver on his left hand. Cory had proposed to him in Chris's own attic in his parent's house, the place he used to hide when life got too rough for him during school. It'd been accompanied with a speech about how no one would ever hurt him again, and how all the days he'd spent crying over bullies could be undoubtedly forgotten, if Chris would accept Cory's ring, and a brand new life.
The memory of it made him smile, and Chris wondered then why it was a story he felt he couldn't share. "You know, uh... I'm glad you girls are here," he started awkwardly, standing beside Mark as he looked over at Lea and Dianna.
"Well that's something I never thought I'd hear," Kevin tossed in from where Chris had completely forgotten about him.
"Yeah, no, um... flowers," he stuttered out gracelessly, pulling at the collar of his shirt with his left hand. "Um, Cory knows nothing about flower arrangements, and, uh... well, I've always thought flower shops were tacky, so, uh..."
"Aw, Chris," Dianna cooed softly, smiling widely as Lea did the same behind her. "Are you asking us to be in charge of flowers for your wedding?"
And there it was, all simple and obvious, the word Chris had been avoiding for a full year, if not even more. Out there in the open like it'd been there all along.
"Uh," he stammered breathlessly, instinct telling him to deny, until he remembered that the drinks were not the reason he'd come inside. "Yes, I... yes I am," he confirmed fearfully, swallowing deeply as Lea clapped her hands excitedly.
Mark laughed softly beside him, sparking up some input from Kevin; "Does that mean we can all finally stop calling that your Mom's theater group ring?"
Chris's jaw dropped incredulously for a moment as he took in Kevin's words, seeing the rest of his friends carry on a life uninterrupted.
They'd known it all along, he realized then. They'd known it all along.
"I guess it does," Chris grinned brightly, feeling a surprisingly large weight be lifted from his chest.
The sun had dropped slightly in the sky by the time Chris made it back out onto the deck. Cory was laying back against the wood, hands crossed behind his head as he looked up at the clouds.
"Hey," Cory sighed out softly, smirking up at Chris, until he dropped to lay beside him.
"Hey," Chris grinned happily, unable to contain it as he ran a hand over Cory's chest, pulling them close together on the still-warm wood of the deck.
"What's that smile for?" Cory asked almost suspiciously, eyeing Chris up in a way that so didn't bother him.
"Us," Chris threw back quickly, shrugging best as he could in his position against Cory's body. "Us together," he added. "I love us."
Cory laughed softly, before letting his face fall as Chris climbed on top of him, laying over his chest, before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Whoa, Chris," Cory started with a wince, tossing a glance back at the kitchen door. "Is... is everything alright?"
Chris smiled unstoppably as he settled against Cory's chest, laying there comfortably until the sun dropped completely. "Everything is perfectly wonderful," he sighed dreamily, giggling softly as he took in the reality that this was his life now. "I love you so much," he admitted softly, earning Cory's whispered reply.
It started to rain then, but Chris couldn't quite care. He had all he needed, and he knew it was his to keep.
-End-