Author's note: Okay, so I know it's not common for people to write stories on the actual people of the characters, but I thought I'd do something different. There will be more Glee scenes, but this is mostly an AU for the real life characters Darren Criss and Chris Colfer. Please do not send hateful reviews and such. If you do not like the idea for my story, please do not read it. Also, please review for this story, though. Tell me if you like it or don't like it, and why. I want to write another chapter for this, but only if it's worth it. If it's good enough to deserve another chapter, please let me know. PS: It is rated M for future detailed sex scenes.

Chapter 1-

DARREN:

Blaine sat down on the stage in New York, looking at his boyfriend's divine face. God, how he loved the boy.. A lump formed in his throat as he began to serenade Kurt. When he sang, his voice cracked, but nevertheless, sounded beautiful singing the acoustic version of Teenage Dream. Tears ran down his face and when he was done, his heart shattered painfully in his chest.

"Cut!" The Director called. Darren sighed, shifting in the piano chair. He was tired as hell from working all day, his lovely voice even becoming scratchy. "That's a wrap, guys. Go home. You all did wonderful today, see y'all tomorrow."

Lea and Dean, the new guy on the show, known as Brody, instantly left the New York bar they were shooting at. Chris hovered, waiting for Darren like always. He nodded toward the younger male, calling him over. "We're gonna go get dinner, tonight, right, D?"

Darren nodded, hopping off of the small stage. "Let's go," He flashed Chris a killer smile and took his hand. The boys were always affectionate, though Darren was straight and currently dating a woman, right now. He always hoped Chris wouldn't take the affection the wrong way, but sometimes Darren was the one who needed the reassuring.

Walking down the actual streets of New York City, the view was beautiful. Though they took the less crowed way, (so any crazed fans wouldn't attack them) it was still gorgeous. They headed to their usual restaurant, one they ate at after almost every day of working. Chris and Darren got their very lovely booth in the back, sitting across from one another.

The boys didn't bother changing out of their character's outfits, beings they'd be back tomorrow anyhow, and they dressed quite like them. Darren studied the small, yet beautiful male across from him, loving how as he talked, his expressions could go from soft to enthusiastic in a second, those sweet pink lips forming a broad yet timid smile..

"Darren?" Chris' brow lifted. "Darren, helloooo?" He waved a hand in front of the boy's face.

Darren jumped a little and bit his lip, "Oh! Sorry, yeah, yeah.. what?" He swallowed, damning himself for getting lost in the other's features. I mean, that was normal, though, right? Obviously guys could at least look at their guy friends.

Chris chuckled a short chuckle and leaned his head on his propped up hand. Rolling his eyes, a smile stayed on those decadent lips. "Mia? You and her.. how are you two doing?"

Darren looked down, again shifting nervously in his place. Mia was his girlfriend. He did love her, but lately things have been strange. She'd been all pissy about Darren and Chris hanging out so much, way more than they did, and then she had become clingier than usual.

Picking the polish on his fingernails, Darren gave a shrug, "Well, um.. we're good, I guess. We just moved in together. She's excited." His sweet, deep voice spoke in a hushed tone, being careful that the conversation was only for them. They were in a closed space, so people wouldn't hear them well anyway.

Chris' face filled with confusion. "And you're not?" His fingers drummed the table gently and his hazel eyes met Darren's.

"I am.. she's just becoming more and more jealous and clingy." Darren knew he should love that she cared so much, but for some reason, it felt so wrong. He didn't have a clue why.

"You two will get through this, all right?" Chris held Darren's hand in his, his thumb softly tracing the boy's palm. "Whatever this is, you two will get past it. She'll learn to trust you.." He squeezed Darren's hand, placing a small kiss on the side, a soft comforting smile on his face.

At the way Darren felt when Chris kissed his hand, Darren very much doubted that.

CHRIS:

Walking Darren home was one of Chris' favorite part of the day. Darren lived about a mile from the restaurant, but they didn't mind the walk. Chris loved that they could just walk in silence, yet felt so calm and content.

Darren looked lost tonight, his eyes wandering off into nothing and sometimes, strangely even just to look at Chris in the oddest ways.

Ever since the boys got close, Chris would notice that sometimes Darren would have his strange moments, partly when Chris gave him a lot of affection. He didn't reject it or push it away, no. But, he would always have a look on his face afterwards that made Chris curious as hell as to what was going on. Chris knew he had to be careful with straight guys, afraid he'd fall for them. Of course, Chris had fallen In love with Darren the day that their eyes met, but hell would freeze over before he'd tell him that.

Standing at the gorgeous, giant, New York apartment that Darren and Mia shared, Darren was saying his goodbyes to Chris when he gently tugged on the boy's arm, causing Darren to stop short on the first step, turning around.

"Yeah?" Darren's eyebrows quirked and he stepped down from the small stairs, standing in front of Chris once more.

"What's been going on with you, D?" Chris asked softly, his voice full of concern. He licked his bottom lip out of habit.

Darren crossed his ankles, standing with his weight leaning toward the right side of him. "I-I don't know what you mean.." His gaze flickered to anywhere but Chris' face.

Chris took Darren's hand and sighed, "Darren, please don't lie to me, you know—"

Darren pulled Chris' hand so abruptly, a feeling in Chris' stomach appeared that made him want to puke. Rejection.

"I'm sorry, Chri—" Darren reached for Chris' hand and a pain expression filled his face.

But, Chris pulled back this time. "No. You see? What the hell is going on? You act like my touch is poison. And when you talk to me, you're either looking completely away or lost in my face. I don''t get it! What? Are you suddenly deciding our affectionate friendship bothers you? Are you suddenly being a total homopho—"

Darren closed the space between them, looking dead into Chris' eyes. "Don't even fucking go there. You know that I'm not like that."

Chris' eyes filled with tears. "Then what the hell are you like?" His voice broke on the last word.

"God, Chris.. don't cry. Please," Darren's soft voice turned gruff, but still so comforting to his ears.

Darren placed a hand on Chris' cheek, cupping it gently. "I- I.."

God, those brown eyes.. staring into his… lips so inviting. It was Chris' turn to get lost in Darren's features.

Darren stopped talking, their gazes locked. Breathing shallow. Hearts beating rapidly.

Chris couldn't help himself. He leaned in, their lips inches from each other, then finally—

"Darren!" Mia opened the door and Darren practically hopped backward from Chris.

Chris' heart stopped beating for a second and his heart sank. God, he was so stupid. Trying to kiss a taken man. A straight, taken man.

Darren threw him an apologetic look and chewed on his bottom lip. "Bye, Chris. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

Chris shoved his hands into his pockets and he cleared his throat, giving Darren a nod. He didn't trust himself to speak without breaking into tears.

No, he didn't trust himself at all around Darren.

He turned around and headed back to the cold, lonely hotel room.

Tears ran down his cheeks. Sorrow filled his soul. And he had a feeling that was always how it was going to be.