Author's Note: This is Glee AU with the cast of Glee. It's something I'm writing for a friend, whose name is Abby. This is mostly drabble, but it's all in good fun.

From: Darren

Abbers! Are you doing anything today? Just got done shooting, and I need major break time.

Darren's phone sent the message and he tucked it away in the back pocket of his jeans. He chuckled, knowing what at least half of her response would be. She hated Abbers, but sometimes, and Darren was willing to go to court to defend himself, being silly was absolutely necessary. As he walked toward his trailer, calling goodbyes to his cast members and shooting a look at Chris Colfer that begged the man to call him later, he sighed and wished that he could figure out exactly what he wanted to do.

Sure, coming out as bisexual hadn't been that big of a deal. Nobody had really questioned it, and Chris had been far more than helpful in the realm of experience. And it wasn't that sleeping with Chris wasn't wonderful; it was. It was just…not enough.

Irritated, Darren slammed the door to his trailer and flopped onto his bed, taking five deep breaths before pulling his wallet out of his pocket and looking at the picture he'd printed out. He smiled as he straightened it out, then sighed. Again. He'd met Abby during one of his and Chris' internet adventures. He hadn't meant to actually be interested in her, but after much nudging, he was talking to her, and then he had her number. It wasn't soon after that, that they were calling, hanging out, laughing. People mistook them for a couple when they were out together. Darren rolled over and started to run his hand through his hair, only stopping when he realized that his hair was practically cemented to his head for Blaine.

"Could this day get any worse?" he yelled upward, shaking his fist toward the ceiling of his trailer. His answer buzzed in his butt pocket, and Darren rolled over to fish it out, annoyed when the phone kept buzzing. "What?" he practically snarled into the phone, not bothering to check and see who was on the other line.

"Jesus, Darren."

"Abby! Abby." Darren winced. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I just…"

"Bad day?"

"You don't want to know."

Abby rolled her eyes and shook her head, then tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She'd been waiting for him to text her, but not waiting in the "I'm super desperate for your company" way. It was more just a "I was wondering when you would finally get bored and text me" sort of thing. Right? "Then why'd you text? And you know I hate it when you call me that."

"I know. But I was just…can I come over?"

There was silence on the other line, and then a large clatter. Darren assumed that she'd simply dropped her phone, and that was when he realized that, oh, he'd never asked if he could come over before.

Abby was busy trying to convince herself that he must have been joking, but when silence set in, her hand froze, and the phone slipped and crashed to the floor. He was serious. Oh my God. Darren. At her house. "Shit," she squeaked, and then rushed to pick up the phone. "Darren?"

He chuckled. "Yep, still here, Abbers."

"Don't fucking call me that if you want to be allowed to come over."

Darren quickly backtracked, and threw his best puppy dog pout into the phone that he could muster. "I'm sorry. I promise, I'll never call you that again. It'll be like Voldermort, I swear. It's the nickname that must not be used, tada! Please? Please?" Jesus, how could he do that? He could just go from serious to playful, and it hardly took any work.

"Okay, okay, Jesus, you can come over. I'll text you my address?" Abby tried to sound cool on the phone, like she wasn't about to just have Darren Criss over at her house, to hang out and relax, just with her. Right, that was not the way to go if she was going to focus on this conversation. She missed what Darren said next, and pinked in the cheeks when he called "helloooo" into the phone. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, that sounds good."

"Great," Abby rushed, anxious to hang up and try to get her house into some kind of working order before he came over. "I'll see you soon."

"Abby, wait," came Darren's voice from the receiver, and she paused, then put the phone back to her ear. She could practically hear the blush in the man's voice as he asked his favor.

"I still look like Blaine. Do you…I mean, can I use your shower?" Abby paused, then laughed, and then had to sit down to keep from falling over. "Abby?" he ventured when Darren could hear her start to hyperventilate over the phone.

"Yeah, Darren, you can use the shower." The phone clicked, and Abby looked at it, incredulous. This machine had not only allowed her to have Darren over, but now he was showering at her house? She chuckled and flopped against the couch, promising herself at least a moment to savor what had just happened.

"I love you, Wizard God."