Me: *starts looking up information on the operation of kitchens in the early 1900′s* Me: wait what the fuck am I doing I’m writing a single line where one character HEARS another in a kitchen I don’t Need this
“But honey, don’t you think you should keep your own last name?”
It’s about a month before the wedding and it involves so much more planning than Chris and Darren originally thought. They have a planner to help them, of course, but there are some things that she has no influence over.
Darren runs his fingers down his fiance’s back, pouting, “Why? Everyone knows who I am. It wouldn’t be confusing or anything.”
Chris pecks a kiss to Darren’s bare chest, “Yeah, but it’s nice to keep the same name for all your professional projects, you know?”
Darren sighs, “Yeah. I just like the thought of wearing your name on my back, i guess.”
Chris laughs, “This isn’t high school. You won’t get a letterman jacket after we confirm with the world that we are goingsteady.”
Darren scoffs, “A letterman jacket isn’t part of the deal? Maybe I should reconsid–”
Chris shuts him up with a kiss.
They don’t talk about it again.
But the month turns into a week turns into the morning of, and before they know it, pens are thrust into their hands and they’re signing the wedding certificate.
Chris signs it with a flourish,
Christopher Paul Colfer
Darren hesitates for a second, and looks up at Chris through his eyelashes.
Chris laughs, and rolls his eyes, “Oh god, Darren, if you want to so bad, just do it.”