Fic: First Measures of a Teenage Dream or, That time in the choir room.
Characters: (Pairing) PRE: Chris Colfer/Darren Criss. Mentions of cast members, like Cory and people like Lauren Lopez.
Rating: PG-13 (entire story)
Spoilers: nothing to spoil, when nothing is real.
Warnings: It's RPF. Also? There's a cliff. Excessive use of italics. And Also LINE BREAKS!
Author's Note: It's 2nd person, don't be creeped! I found this in my logs, and nothing is capitalized or looked over by a beta. Take that as a rebellion, or a poetic choice. I hate capitalizing things, I hate it, because I'm lazy and the shift button? I'm not friends with it.
Also: This is RPF, I'm not too keen on writing.
tonight, we are young.
you're sure that this is it. one last night with him, and he's just beginning to make you smile even if you're so sad, that it's the end, and that this'll be the last time that together you both will set the world on fire. you're so sure that this'll be the end of it all, and that the last words between both of you will be something like "you were so beautiful to me" and things like "you will always be beautiful to me, brighter than the sun"
you're so sure that the beauty and the magic of the world will finally drain through your 7 holed pockets, and that this beautiful man will finally forget about the boy who's got 2 week old tuna in his fridge, and the boy who keeps diet coke in his fridge just for him.
but when he takes your hand and leads you back into the choir room, and leads you to the piano, and puts his fingers down on the keys.
suddenly when the first measure of teenage dream rings out, his eyes look up into yours, and you know that this is it.
now or never.
it's always been an ongoing joke between you and a couple of other people and tumblr, never say never. you all always joke about how you can't help but love him, and that it's sorta unstoppable, and it's like a hurricane. between you and the fandom, the fandom and the world, and the world and the universe, he's the brightest star on earth, and somehow, he who is up in the sky, accidentally let an angel pass, and it's something you always wondered about.
never say never was a big joke. not because of justin bieber (you know that kid you want to rock back and forth and sing 'baby' to?), but because of that one time on cambio, and that one thing mark said, while ashley egged him on. you always laugh because you don't really even like that song, no offense, and sometimes it reminds you of him.
the line "i never thought that i could walk through fire" reminds you of that one time in new york city, where someone may have had a little too much, and you did all you could no matter what the paparazzi said about you doing the walk of shame from his house that morning. no matter how much shit your publicist had to go through that month, because of that one slip, and it went all bad.
and maybe just like justin bieber, your like (love? can it be called love yet?) for him rose out of someone finding out, and embossing it into your brain, and maybe half of the cast.
"darren, look i'm just trying to-"
"cory, seriously, it's nothing!"
"seriously?" says cory, because he's hand just enough of this non-sense, "just nothing, because last i checked? nothing, doesn't mean dinner at each other's house and coffee together in the morning, and hanging out in each other's trailer!"
"it's nothing cory,"
"really, so it it's nothing then, you're not really the best at coming up with songs out of nowhere, it's actually harry, because his song about donuts? priceless!"
"..."
"yeah, i thought so,"
but enough with the bieber comparisons, and his magical crisscolfer worthy song lyrics.
it's really all about this moment, and the way he's looking at your face right now, for what it seems like approval, and a helping hand.
by the time the song reaches the chorus, his face is all red, and your hands are just itching to squeeze his cheeks and pull his face close, but you can't because you're all of a sudden really smart and singing 'teenage dream' to him, while he plays a song to you.
somewhere in your conscience, lauren lopez is hitting you uspide your head, because what does she say about chances?
"chances are you really really like him. not like him, but like him, like him!"
"what is this? kindergarten!"
"no dare bear," she says to you, when you're being a child, "it's you and him and the rest of your brain particles..."
"but lo.."
"seriously," she says to you, "how do you even have anymore brain particles, when you've gone through days and days worth of single ladies and those hips?"
"SHUT UP!"
and then the second chorus hits and you start to sing "we drove to cali, and got drunk on the beach", and you both start laughing because it's teh funniest thing in the whole world and why didn't you sing something else like "we drove to my old high-school, and got drunk in the gym," because yeah, that did happen.
"oh my god darren" he says as you both run to the football field where you tried out for football, and failed because, damn it you were short.
"what?" you ask him as you catch up to him.
when he turns, you choke a little bit, because he looks so ruffled and you wonder if that's how he looks when he's out of breath under you and..
no.
stop it brain.
at least that's what you wanted to tell yourself..
"this school is huge, and i don't understand how you managed to even dare to try for football, when you're good at-"
"nothing?"
"no" he says to you, "everything.."
you smile there, because, holy shit. you wish he was your everything so you could be finally good at everything, and things like knowing what he wanted for breakfast, the way he knows that you like your waffles crunchy on the outside, and how you love to speak in run-on sentences.
when the final note the the verse rings out, and you start to sing the chorus once again, you hear a faint voice singing along with you, and you realize it's him.
you're a bit shocked, because you know he listens to the song, and that he likes it, but you've never heard him sing a single line of it seriously, without mocking you and your two-steps.
you want to stop singing for a little while, because you just want to hear that angelic voice, and you just want to wrap yourself up in it for as long as you can.
the song reaches "i'mma get your heart racing in my skintight jeans," and you smile, because that's exactly what lauren points out everytime you sing this song, or play it, or live it.
you're looking at him now, because the song is about to end, and you're just gonna go for it.
this is your moment.
(you sorta hear that one rebecca black song in your head, and you smile away from chris a bit, because this is a moment you don't ever want to ruin, not even.)
the song hits "be your teenage dream tonight" and everything is all of a sudden quiet and it's just both of you in the room.
you turn to your left, and you see that chairs where you both sat at. those chairs held a lot of memories, (and chris's glorious behind, and your not too shabby ones), and you can't bear to part with them. you look farther to the left, and you see the microphone stands, the very same ones you grinded up on as blaine anderson, when he sang fever to kurt on his first day back from new york to visit you. you see the drums you once fell over, when you were trying to impress chris with handstands, and a couple of aerials.
you get lost in your little walk (stroll) down memory lane, and all of a sudden you hit a 180, and you turn to your right, where he is sitting, and just playing soft little tunes on the piano.
you recognize 'somewhere only we know' because "and if you have a minute why don't we go.." rings in your head for just a second, until it stops.
"i'm gonna miss this place" you say to him, "it's all just so memorable.."
he nods, and you think that this is your chance, because he's just quiet, and this is your cue to lay it all on the line.
ALL OR NOTHING.
"it's just this magical thing, that holds such a huge place in my heart," you continue, "it's where i had my first drum related incident. where i had my first chair related incident, when i decided that yes 'party in the u.s.a' did call for a rousing performance on a dingy chair,"
he laughs because he remembers that.
"i told you so," he says to you, "you're a bit too flabby now for your little chair performances."
he's holding you up by the waist, and he's helping you walk to the piano bench (again, that piano). he's got an arm around your waist, and you're so close to each other that maybe this is the 4th time in 2 minutes that you've counted how many time he's blinked everytime he spoke.
"no, colfer," you say to him as you tap his nose lightly, "you like these little performances, i'm like your private dancer!"
you both pause here, and now it's in your head.
there's a ringing in your head, and you're a bit scared that you've gone too far.
but it's broken, when chris laughs at you and speaks.
"no, you're my tiny dancer..."
your stomach tingles a bit, because 'my'
"it's all so crazy, you know.." he responds to you, "i've been on this set for about 3 and a half years, and i've been in and out of here for a little of season 4, and my life's been found here, but really..."
he pauses a bit and smiles at you, and there it goes again.
there's a ringing in your head.
"i really can't wait to go and get out of these jeans!"
you smile, because it's so intensely crazy for you too.
you've met amazing people on this set, and you've sung some amazing songs here, and you just can't forget them. but like chris, you just can't wait to get out of here, and out into the world again.
you've also met the-
"i've met so many people here too," he says as he interrupts your thoughts, "so many amazing people that i've loved so much, and-"
"i love you..."
i'm not normally an asshole, but this is a lovely chapter fic, which is all done, and i have yet to upload them!