LA and New York. 3,961 kilometres apart. Two very different cities, both as glamorous as the next in their own right. Two cities of hopes and dreams, both of which the majority of the USA aspire to in one way or another. However, when the one you love is in one city whilst you are in the other, your dream becoming a reality might not be as amazing as it was ever made out to be.

The distance between him and his boyfriend was beginning to tear Darren apart.

As he awoke to another day, where he woke up at 04:00, unable to sleep longer without his boyfriend in his arms, Darren felt the same as he had for the past week: empty, alone, almost as if the world had never known joy. The only thing willing him to keep on living was that his boyfriend was living the dream and that in three months time he'd be home again. But the minutes felt like hours; the hours felt like days; the days felt like weeks; and in the one week they'd been apart, it felt like a month had passed.

Darren reached across to the bedside table, turning on the lamp before lightly placing his hands around a photo frame. He cradled it in his hands, a single tear escaping his eye. He looked into the eyes of the young man in the photo: these were the eyes of safety, the eyes Darren longed to look into for hours and hours like he was able to a little over a week ago. The shade of light blue was piercing, unlike any he'd ever seen before. Another tear escaped his eye, trying to fight back a flood. The smile of the young man in the photo, Darren wished he could make it appear on the young man's face in person, right now. He heard his boyfriend's laugh twirl around in his brain, almost taunting him with the distance between them.

His boyfriend's hair looked perfectly styled for his TV show personality, as the photo was taken recently after another day on the Glee set. The perfect quiff. Not a hair out of place. Not at all like the quiff, which would form on his boyfriend after Darren had his wicked way with him; it would be all messed up having been tugged at and pulled and tightly held, but it would still be completely perfect - to Darren anyway. Darren traced his boyfriend's jawline on the photo, tears now streaming uncontrollably down his face, landing on the glass of the photo frame.

He missed cupping his boyfriend's face in his hands as they shared long passionate kisses. He missed snuggling up every night to the one person who he has ever made him feel truly safe. He missed having someone to talk to about literally anything. But most importantly, he missed having the one he loves in his arms.

Darren set the photo frame back onto the bedside table, sobbing into his pillow. He felt heartbroken by the separation they had to face, but what could he do? He had a film to work on in LA, whilst his boyfriend was living the dream, performing in the revival of Hairspray on Broadway. Darren whispered to himself through laboured sobs, "It's not for forever. It's only 2 months and 3 weeks left."

But it wasn't enough just to say that. It still hurt. It was a pain he'd never felt before. He and his boyfriend had been separated before, when Darren had to be at Fox Studios, LA, and his boyfriend had to be in New York for the Season 4 filming of Glee. But that was different. They were travelling back and forth, constantly seeing each other and sharing hotel rooms or their apartment at every opportunity. This, though. This wasn't going back and forth. This was 3 solid months of not seeing each other in person, with only Skype as their form of face-to-face contact.

Darren sighed sadly, "I miss you, Chris!"

He stared at the alarm clock next to Chris' photo. 04:08. In a couple of hours, Chris would be on 'Good Morning America' and Darren was not going to miss it for the world. Even if it was so he could sit and cry at the TV whilst his boyfriend spoke about how much he loves New York, he still wanted to feel close to Chris in whatever way he could, and watching Chris' TV interviews partially filled this void.

Chris sat in the green room for Good Morning America. 07:52. He was tired; he hadn't been getting much sleep. He wasn't sure what was the primary cause, but he had several it could have potentially been: the street noise levels in New York are consistently higher than in LA, day and night; he'd been giving energetic performances as his role as Corny Collins in the revival of Hairspray on Broadway every night for a week, as well as a matinee on Wednesday and Saturday; he wasn't used to his sleeping environment, the bland, cream walls brightening the room a little too much for comfort; but deep down, he knew that in reality, it's because there was no one to share a bed with.

He missed Darren - that thought was constantly in his mind. He couldn't express it in words though. Every time he even thought about saying it, he would end up in floods of tears. He was almost certain that George Stephanopoulos and Robin Roberts were going to ask about Darren and he wasn't too sure that he would be able to keep himself from breaking down crying on live national TV.

Chris was approached by a crew member, "Chris, you're on in 2. Would you please follow me?"

Chris sighed and nodded, standing up to follow the crew member. He didn't feel happy about being in New York as he previously believed he would. This was his dream: New York. Broadway. Once a silly little teenaged fantasy coming true. TV acting was great and all, but Chris always wanted to be on Broadway. And yet, he just didn't feel happy about being there. On stage, his worries were left behind, his anxiety washed away. But the second he stepped offstage, even just between scenes, a sea of doubt and upset would wash into his mind. He knew what it was. When the day came that he was cast on Broadway, he wanted Darren by his side every step of the way. But alas, this part of the dream was unfulfilled, and there was very little he could do about it.

George: America, please welcome our next Good Morning guest - Chris Colfer everybody!

Robin: Thank you for coming on today, Chris.

Chris: Of course. I'll always make time for you guys.

George: Well, aren't you amazing?

Chris: *nervously laughs* You said it, not me.

Robin: So you're in New York once again. However, you aren't here to film Glee Season 5 yet. You are here to play Corny Collins on Broadway in Hairspray's 3-month revival. How does it feel being on Broadway?

Chris: Performing on Broadway is just... wow! There are so few words which even come close to how it feels that I just have to go with infinite wows. I mean, it's a dream come true for me. Broadway is where I wanted to go ever since I found my love of acting and singing.

George: So you're playing Corny Collins. Now, the choice of casting you as Corny has lead to debates for and against the decision. Have you any idea why that might be?

Chris: Well, I don't know. It could be a variety of things. Most people just think of the character with a lower, more rich voice, whereas I don't have that, and... I mean... Corny is quite a boisterous loud character, which I'm very much the opposite of for the majority of the time, and I guess some people believe that quieter, calmer actors aren't supposed to act such big personalities, but we can, I mean, I have been for the past week so...

Robin: That you have. I actually was at the Saturday matinee...

Chris: Oh really?

Robin: And I was drawn to you as a character. It just works. I was a bit... sceptical when I went into the theatre but I came out deciding it was the best casting in the Broadway version of Hairspray ever.

Chris: Well I wouldn't have done it without the casting director and the musical director. They moulded my acting style into the character and without them, it just... Corny wouldn't have been portrayed in the way he's meant to for this revival, so I'm really grateful for the support and belief people have had in me. I truly am.

George: So you've been in New York for a week now. How are you finding it?

Chris: Scary. I've always dreamt about being here, but actually being here for a long period of time has become a scary thought. I love it here, but I'm missing LA as well. It's natural to feel that way though. I guess it's just homesickness.

George: Well LA is where your heart is.

Robin: How have you and Darren been recently? We recently saw Klaine break up on-screen, but how is the relationship off-screen?

Chris: If anything, we've been going better than ever. It's been a year and a half since we got together, around the same time 'Original Song' was aired... I love Darren. I really, really do. I don't think I will ever stop loving him. He's just so amazing and he just inspires me to be who I am, no matter who that might be. He's just... a beautiful guy; inside and out. No point in denying it. Everyone already knows... they know I love him more than anything

George: How does it feel being away from him?

Chris: Honestly... I've almost quit Hairspray at the end of 6 out of the 9 shows I've performed in, because it hurts being away from him. I mean, yeah, this is my dream and his is to star in a major movie. It just so happened that the opportunities came along at the same time and we had to come to terms with the fact that we were going to have to live separately for a while. It's been killing me inside ever since I got here pretty much.

Robin: Well, time will fly and you'll be back with him soon.

Chris: Here's hoping, yeah.

George: Well thank you, Chris, for coming down to see us this morning. Will we be hearing from you soon?

Chris: Of course! Just give me a morning and I'll be here.

Robin: Wonderful

George: Okay folks, we'll be right back after these messages, with news, sports and weather as well as why a man in Memphis chose to divorce his wife so he could marry a goat. Don't you go anywhere.

Darren watched Chris' interview, duvet engulfing him on the sofa as he did. When he wasn't on set for his new film, he never felt like going out. His and his boyfriend's duvet had become his best friend. That, and his laptop, their TV, their bed and their sofa. From the outside of his duvet haven, you could only see his eyes peaking out so that he could watch the screen. There he was. Beautiful as always. Darren's beloved Chris.

As the interview progressed, Darren's stomach kept dropping. Chris seemed to be enjoying New York so much. They had been Skyping and everything, but Chris never seemed to convey this much enjoyment. It was when he heard his name that Darren pulled the duvet down from around his head. His eyes focused more on the screen. His ears tuned fully into what was being said. Robin asked, "How have you and Darren been recently? We recently saw Klaine break on-screen but how is the relationship off-screen?"

Darren leant forward in anticipation. He didn't know whether Chris was still happy with their relationship since their location split. He gripped onto the duvet covering him, waiting for Chris' response as he hesitated in his cute way. Darren said to the TV, "Chris, please just answer her question. Please..."

He was cut off by Chris' response, as the TV blared out, "If anything, we've been going better than ever. It's been a year and a half since we got together, around the same time 'Original Song' was aired... I love Darren. I really, really do. I don't think I will ever stop loving him. He's just so amazing and he just inspires me to be who I am, no matter who that might be. He's just... a beautiful guy; inside and out. No point in denying it. Everyone already knows... they know I love him more than anything."

Darren's heart skipped a beat, grabbing the television remote to pause the interview. Blood surged into his cheeks, turning him scarlet as he smiled furiously. He threw the duvet to one side, stood up and walked over to the TV. He smiled at his TV as it hung from the wall, the picture paused on Chris' smiling face. Through his smile, Darren let tears escape his eyes: but unlike the ones he was crying just under an hour ago, these were tears of joy. He said softly to the screen, "I love you too, Chris! I need you! I can't stay here on my own! I need to see you!"

Darren ran out of the living room, into their bedroom, in search of his laptop. He had just come up with a brilliant idea. An idea he couldn't say no to.