Darren had been dreaming of this moment his entire life. It was going to be, without a doubt, the best weekend of his life.
Sure he'd always remember the day he was cast for Glee's Blaine Devon Anderson, the day he first laid eyes on the beautiful Chris Colfer, even the day that Klaine shared their first kiss. He'd especially remember Chris though, the super sweet and super sexy young man who played Kurt on Glee. Darren had had a crush on him since day one, who can blame him though? He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that made him so infatuated with Chris, maybe it was his perfectly pruned hair? Or his beaming blue eyes? Or his flawless, ghostly white skin that glowed brighter than Edward Cullen's in sunlight. He just couldn't place it, Chris was just.. he was just perfect, let's not beat around the bush. Nothing could compare in Darren's hazel eyes, he was the best of the best.
None of that mattered right now though, this was it, Darren's big day. Not only was he about to meet and perform for the President of the United States but also, and most importantly, his childhood hero.
Ever since Darren could remember he'd been in love. In love with one Barack Obama. Even before his presidential election in 2009. He was the Brad Pitt of the political world and boy did he work it. Darren had always had a soft spot for politics, it was his guilty pleasure and Barack Obama always managed to capture him, fascinate him with his every word and his every action. He could do no wrong in Darren's young eyes.
Darren had almost forgotten about his lust for Barack when he first met Chris, he'd been too consumed by an unexpected love for his openly gay co star. Chris didn't love him back though. He couldn't. No one even knew he was gay. Or at least it was never confirmed. Not even his closest friends knew. He'd come so close to telling them well into season three of Glee but backed out, he was too scared. He couldn't bare the thought of losing them as his friends. Sure none of them were homophobic but that doesn't mean they won't abandon him for lying to them. No, he had to keep it a secret, just for a little while longer. He had it all planned out in his head, he'd tell his mother first and then the rest of his family. Soon after he'd tell Chris because, well just because it's Chris, the love of his life. He needed to know the truth and not just read it in the newspapers and magazines, he needed to hear the words from Darren's luscious lips. Then he'd be able to tell all of his friends and eventually the media. He'd be out and proud, just like Chris. And then maybe, just maybe Chris will realise that Darren has been there all along.
As much as he tried to deny it all of his life, Darren was and always will be gay. He liked boys. Boys. Boys. Boys. That was all he could think about, Chris, Barack, Enrique, even Chord during his topless scenes. I mean, who wouldn't be attracted to a shirtless Chord, have you seen those abs? One word: gorgeous.
It was all too overwhelming, he was pretty much a regular guy who turned into a world wide sensation. A celebrity over night. A role model to millions. It was crazy. And now, to top it off he was about to meet his hero. Words couldn't describe how he felt. It was a combination of pride and disbelief. Things like this just did not happen to bushy haired boys from San Francisco.