Chapter 1

Chris' POV

"Cut", yelled the director at the top of his lungs, but before the words were completely out of his mouth I was off set and far away from everyone. I couldn't believe what was going through my brain. What the hell was I going to do? I just kissed my co-worker, my friend, a straight guy. Yes it was scripted, and no it wasn't the first time either, but something felt right, weird, and completely unbelievable. Why would I even feel this way? It's called acting for a reason. It's fake, no meaning what-so-ever, all show. I knew I was going to have to go back but I didn't want to go back and face that. I was crushing on Darren. Which wouldn't be such a problem if he was gay off screen, slightly interested, not one of my best friends, or even co-worker. But my life just isn't that simple is it? No, no, not for Chris, but I headed back anyway. Otherwise I could have a search party out for me.

Walking on set all I could see was him sitting cross legged sipping his coffee jut as prissy as you please. I swore I was seeing things but he looked gay as hell, maybe he was acting or maybe he felt the friction of the same thing I did. Or just maybe he was waiting to tell me off for almost ending in a make out session on set. I couldn't tell but whatever he was thinking it made him sexy, and I wanted a piece of it. Hushing my thoughts I walked over half smiling over my thoughts trying not to burst out laughing. I couldn't help but feel like a teenage school girl crushing over the quarterback of the football team. Barely a foot away from him he turned to me with a worried look in his eyes. I just knew he realized what was running through my mind and why I wandered off. Before I could speak he grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers. At that very moment I lost my heart he now owned it.

"Where did you run off to?", he smiled, "and why was I not invited?" Staring off thinking about how he was holding my hand I missed everything he had said.
"I'm sorry I was thinking, what did you say?" embarrassed I had missed it my face was turning rosey red. I could barely look at him I was blushing and trying not to freakishly smile at him, I couldn't get over the fact he was holding my hand.
"I asked you where you went and if I could possibly join you next time" he replied with a confused look on his face, I was staring off again. he started massaging my thumb which drew my attention straight back to him. This is cute, he was worried about me? Lovely this was definitely going in my diary the minute I got home.

"Right...Umm.. I wandered outside for some fresh air" Half grinning expecting him to catch me lying.
" I don't see why why not it is a free country you know", with a smile he started rubbing my hand again. This time sending shivers down my spine. Was I really wrong for liking him? Or is it just me tripping thinking he is sending me mixed signals while the cameras aren't rolling. "I was afraid you running off was your way of saying I sucked at kissing or something " his eyes wandered off me to the wall, his cheeks turning bright red as roses. He was truely embarrassed, it took everything inside me not to laugh at him. But I remained professional which also meant me letting go of his hand.
"No, no, don't worry you were fine" looking at his eyes perking back up "I was just getting over heated with the stage lights in this blazer", awkwardly smiling, hoping he was really believing every thing I was saying. I mean I wasn't totally lying, it was hot, and he wasn't a bad kisser either. But I was not going to tell him out right that he was sex on legs either.
"You're right it's pretty hot so i'll take you up on that offer." smiling nodding his head back toward the set. "You just need to tell me next time" giving me a 'bro' nudge, showing me im still a friend, fake laughing.
"Yeah, um...I'll do that ." My day was just starting out great.
"So let's run some lines I need a bit of help with this next scene" he said, laying across a couch on set.
"Urgh do I have to?" I mumbled no longer in the mood to be on the Glee set for the day. "What?" he retorted. I jumped that he had heard me. Nothing dea-nothing" with a half smile. My day was only beginning and I had feelings for my friend, and my co-worker. Better yet a straight guy who plays my on screen boyfriend, who has no idea. It was only going to get better. Right...Not.