ONE TRUE LOVE –TAKE TWO (T; ROMANCE/DRAMA; CC/DC/OC; RPF)
Summary: Darren believed in soulmates, forever and true love. So when Fate decides to take all of those away from him, he becomes an empty shell. Chris is your typical cynic. But when Chance gives him a way to change his destiny, he reluctantly grabs on to it and he is never the same again. A sassy angel-in-training becomes the (somewhat) unwilling bridge for these two to come together for a second chance. CRISSCOLFER. RPF. Pre-Season 1 and 2 AU.
Pairings: past Darren/OFC (briefly, back story, mentioned), slow-moving Darren/Chris (MAIN), same OFC/OMC (implied), others mentioned and implied.
Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this work of fiction do not necessarily engage in the conducts and practices as stated below. The author reserves her right to employ creative liberty in the course of writing this story, but no intention to infringe any copyright, personal liberties and the like of any real, or otherwise, character is made known. Any recognizable element belong to their respective owners and shall be acknowledged in due course. Any original character, song or the like belongs to the author and shall be subject to her personal copyright and the laws surrounding them in the locality where she originates from. OR: I do not own anything. Especially not Darren and Chris. OCs and original songs are mine. Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and FOX. There.
Warning: Angst, Fluff, Songs. HP, AVPM and AVPS References. OC's. Mentions of Death and Dying, Supernatural Elements such as angels, purgatory, heaven and reincarnation will be encountered. Sudden tense changes are expected. Language. Eventual Slash. RPF. Some known facts were twisted to suit my needs. For this particular chapter: Brief Darren/OFC.
A/N: Please be patient. This story is most definitely CRISSCOLFER. I do not multi-ship, but for the sake of my plot, please allow me this concession. Chris will make an appearance on the first chapter, which is where our story proper begins. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the back story. I hope you find time to leave me reviews as well –C.
P.S. Song mentioned: Circles –an original composition I wrote in college that I'm lending to the story.
Legend: "Dialogue/ Speech" 'Thoughts' Flashback Notes/Lyrics
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One True Love –Take Two
By: C.M. Oliver
© 2014
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For my girl, Michelle. I miss you. –C.
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PROLOGUE: Take One
"It's California, not the moon, silly. It's bound to rain sometime."
(April 2009 –Manila, Philippines)
Darren Criss removed the headphones tangled with his long mess of curls as the plane he was on taxied on the runway of the Ninoy Aquino International Airport. He quickly stole a glance outside the small window to his immediate left. The sun seemed to have just risen, bathing the horizon in hues of yellow and orange. He let out a deep breath that he did not know he was holding. It should not be that bright. Not today. Not ever.
The artist in him struggled to supply the fitting description to justify what exactly he was feeling at that moment: Conflicted? Erratic? Turbulent? Lost? He was a mess of emotions. Darren missed the call for passengers to finally alight the plane as a pang of hurt crossed his chest. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to will away the not-so distant memories…
Her name was Chelsea Cruz.
Chelsea was the only daughter of his mom's best friend. And in true Rom-Com fashion, Darren's mother Cerina had wanted to set him up with her. He first met Chelsea when they were in both in grade school. He remembered his curly-haired, honey-eyed, nine year-old self seeing this pigtailed, onyx-eyed, raven-haired girl laugh at something Darren's mother was saying. He had just come home from school then and was surprised to see his mom talking to another Filipina. Mrs. Cerina Criss rarely had friends over since the family had transferred back to California from a brief stay in Honolulu (where Charles Criss had begun a banking empire).
Darren carefully approached. His mom saw him, and with a wide grin, motioned for him to come closer.
"Darren, this is my good friend, Joan Cruz and her daughter, Chelsea. I believe she is about your age. Why don't you introduce yourself?"
Joan Cruz looked quite similar to his mother, with their identical smiles. He politely shook the woman's hand before turning towards the more interesting of their pair of visitors (in his own humble opinion, of course). Now that he was up close, the first thing that he noticed were her eyes. Instead of black at first glance, he found out that they were actually a very dark brown –and they sparkled, as if she had just finished tearing up. Those eyes appraised him, scrutinized him well. After a beat, he held his hand out. Chelsea stared at the proffered limb for a moment before tossing her long raven curls behind her shoulders and grasping his hand. The contact somehow made Darren smile. And in that moment, it never came to him to ask his mom why of all people, was she setting him up with this seemingly spirited girl; it never crossed his mind to question why on that day, of all days, was he fated to have met this dark-haired, intriguing beauty; it never occurred to him, how in the world that he knew –but one thing was for sure: the moment Chelsea returned his smile with a quite fetching lopsided grin of her own, he was more than sold.
This girl right here was the one.
The Cruzes, it turned out, were their newest neighbors, and Darren could have sworn that Fate smiled down upon him the day he was born. Chelsea soon transferred to Stuart Academy where he himself was studying. And from that day on, the two became inseparable. Chelsea was a year younger than Darren, but took many advanced classes so they were practically classmates. Darren was pleased to find that Chelsea did not mind that he was a boy, and would rather play with him than the other girls in the neighborhood. They both liked books and found a common love for music. Darren would invite her every other afternoon after classes to sit in front of his Baldwin baby grand and he would play 'Heart and Soul' for as many times as Chelsea would ask him to. On alternate days, Darren would find himself sitting on the swings behind the Cruz' shed and listen to his new best friend play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata on her own Stradivarius cello. Between them, they played about a dozen instruments, but Darren on his piano, and Chelsea on her cello would be each other's favorites.
Now while most childhood friends grew apart when they reach their teens, Darren and Chelsea's foray into middle school and junior high only brought then closer –a fact that Darren was ecstatic to add to his 'Proof that Chelsea Cruz is my Soulmate' List. They would meet other people and spend time with other friends, but there was no denying that they were each other's best friend, wingman and confidante all rolled into one. Their mothers would continue to meet up for coffee at each other's houses and tease them mercilessly.
Darren would just grin, ever the gentleman. The more spunky and expressive Chelsea would roll her eyes and grumble about embarrassing mothers before grabbing Darren's hand and pulling him away from the giggling women and into either of their bedrooms as the case may be –a habit that was a throwback from their younger years. Nobody deigned to point out how awkward the whole thing was, now that they were in their teens. Best friends hang out in each other's rooms all the time, and Chelsea and Darren would not be stopping that ritual any time soon.
The Baldwin and Stradivarius were now joined by Disney movies, Harry Potter and musical theater. Sometimes, a medley of songs from Phantom of the Opera could be heard from inside Chelsea's room. Sometimes, Harry Potter quotes and jokes were thrown about inside Darren's as Chelsea made suggestions on the Potter musical Darren insisted that they must write and perform eventually. Chelsea would be laughing at her best friend's impression of Severus Snape and would counter with an equally hilarious one of the Boy-Who-Lived herself.
Everything was so comfortable and routinely, and Darren just knew that this was how thing were supposed to be.
High school ushered in the typical rush of conflicting emotions. Darren had long known that Chelsea meant to him more than a best friend would –but did she even remotely feel the same way towards him? The curly-haired young man would occasionally take time to stand back and take a good look at his childhood 'sweetheart'.
Yep. He still felt the same way the first time he saw her in their living room some years ago, laughing. Surely, the onyx-eyed eight year old then had already grown up into this beautiful sixteen year-old young woman, but it was still her. Her hands still felt comfortable against his as he walked her to and fro classes. Her smile still managed to turn his insides into goo. Her eyes still sparkled whenever they met his own. Things have changes, but then, they haven't at all, it seemed.
But that brought him back to his original dilemma. How to proceed? The clichéd best friend vs. boy/girl friend confusion was now rearing its ugly head. Darren knew what he wanted, but could he really risk losing Chelsea? There was no other for him, that, he was certain. But would Chelsea think the same way? In the midst of his indecisiveness however, the answer to Darren's pressing problem presented itself in the most unlikely manner.
It was junior year. It was his turn to drive Chelsea home –they usually took turns with each other's cars. The sixteen year old was riding shotgun, still clad in her purple and white cheerleading uniform. So yeah, that must've been a development he did not foresee, but Chelsea was a cheerleader now –a captain, no less. It was something she did on top of editing the school paper and leading in Drama Club; Darren too, had his own fair share of involvement –he was an officer of the Student Government, he sang leads in Glee and acted as well in Drama Club –but he drew the line at cheer dancing.
Chelsea was awfully quiet on the ride home that day, not on to her usual 'guess what happened at practice' litany. Darren gave his best friend a worried glance.
"Something bothering you, Cece?" It was his moniker for her, a derivative of her initials. Chelsea called it dorky, but he knew that she secretly loved it. Chelsea met his gaze once, before looking out the car window.
"Travis –tried to kiss me."
Darren's heart stopped. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. He knew something like this was bound to happen eventually, but that did not help soothe the green-eyed monster threatening to wreck havoc inside him. He took a deep, steady breath to calm himself.
"Did he now?" His tone was neutral at best. Chelsea was beautiful, popular and smart –of course, someone would be interested in her. 'Heck, only the criminally insane wouldn't be,' he reckoned. And Travis McIntyre was of course your typical average teenage guy –and sane. Darren suddenly had the deep desire to strangle St. Ignatius Preparatory's star quarterback.
"I punched him," came Chelsea's annoyed huff. Darren had to do a double-take. It was only then that he had noticed her extremely pissed-off expression. 'Wait, Chelsea's upset about it?' Darren mused, his heart regaining its syncopated rhythm. Almost all of the female population in St. Ignatius had crushes on Travis –even some of the faculty. Darren decided to word his response carefully.
"Was there a need to?"
Chelsea gave him a brief 'are-you-kidding-me' look before rolling her eyes. "He's so full of himself –argh! The nerve of that jerk, thinking I'm one of those silly girls who hero-worships him! And besides, I don't like his fake blonde hair. Have you seen him? He's too pretty to be a guy. And I most certainly do not go around kissing just anybody –especially if he's not my boyfriend."
'Boyfriend?' The thought crossed Darren's mind and latched onto it like barnacle on mussels. "Boyfriend?" He mused out loud before he could stop himself. "You –don't exactly have one of those now, do you?" He knew he sounded a bit worried. Chelsea stared at him for a full minute before sighing rather loudly.
"Stupid Gryffindor." It was a running joke between them. Darren was the noble Gryffindor; Chelsea was the shrewd Slytherin. "Stop the car, Criss."
"What?" Darren frowned. "Why? What did I do?"
"Just stop the car –"
"Chelsea –"
"STOP –the goddamned car –or God help me, Darren Everett Criss –I will AK your ass into oblivion!"
Chelsea rarely cursed. It was even rarer that her voice rose, especially when talking to the young man she considered her very best friend. So when Darren heard her talk to him that way, he knew she meant business. He stepped on the brakes so hard, he was sure that it was now permanently stuck that way. His white Prius lurched forward violently in response, and had he not been wearing his seatbelt, his face would have been splattered against the windshield. He sighed as he turned to face Chelsea. "There! Now, will you tell me what the hell is wrong –"
The rest of his words were snatched however, as he found his lips unable to form them. The reason for that was because said lips were otherwise preoccupied with another set, hovering and sliding against them.
Chelsea was kissing him. And damn, he'd endure her infamous outbursts any given day if he could get to kiss her cherry lips like this whenever. How many times had he imagined this moment again? Honestly, he'd lost count. But one thing's for certain, his fantasies did not come close to reality. Chelsea's lips were like liquid fire –smooth and fluid. Darren could hardly care that she did not seem to know what she was doing, because really he didn't either, and that made his heart leap for joy because clearly, they were each other's first kiss –a first kiss that to Darren's opinion, was better suited to be happening under a starlit sky and not on the car ride home. But he hardly had the time to protest though, as Chelsea was soon pulling away from him not long after, her own lips swollen, her cheeks flushed, her eyes twinkling madly. Darren could only stare at this vision of his best friend –no, soulmate, definitely soulmate –in awe.
"What –just what –what –" Really, what else could he say? To his utter astonishment, Chelsea merely laughed.
"Take me home, will you? And – starting today – you can't hang out in my room anymore or my Dad will let you meet his buddy, Mr. Shotgun."
Darren froze for a second before a familiar feeling of warmth seeped into his insides. With a smile wider than his face, he started the engine of his car and drove the rest of the way to their neighborhood. Now he knew how it felt to be floating among clouds, reckoned. He eventually got acquainted with Mr. Cruz' shotgun, but thankfully, on friendly terms, and he never saw Chelsea's room again after that. And the only times that the two of them were allowed to stay out after curfew (which was a democratic 11 p.m. in both households) was when he took her to junior prom, and then again the following year to senior prom where Darren, to his utter surprise, made Prom King. His girlfriend –wow, it was so nice to say that –laughed her ass off as he tried (yes, tried) to dance with the appointed Queen –a really tall redhead who was part of the school's Judo Team. The first dance was extremely awkward, so Darren almost cried in relief when the music changed and they could already switch partners. Chelsea was beside him right away to the rescue, amusement clear in her beautiful, sparkling eyes. The lights dimmed, but the shimmery silver-periwinkle material of her dress just seemed to illuminate her face and damn, he just couldn't take his eyes off of her. There were random spots of glitter on her face that made Chelsea look very much like a fairy princess –no crown needed. Darren leaned closer and teasingly called her 'Tinkerbelle.' Chelsea rolled her eyes in response but laughingly muttered.
"Now I know how Peter Pan would look like in a white tuxedo."
And that, was another moment that went into Darren's rapidly growing list of 'proof'. There were many others to come; like when he got a full scholarship to the University of Michigan for a Musical Theater degree and Chelsea gave up her UCLA slot without batting an eyelash to go with him; Or when he had only had to ask her once to move in with him on her 19th birthday and the very next day, they were repainting the walls of Darren's Detroit apartment with the first color they had agreed on, which was sunny yellow; Or when Darren had spent a semester in Italy studying Italian Theater and Chelsea surprised him one night by showing up in his dorm to help him revise for his finals the following day; Or when they both decided to get a puppy one summer and agreed to name him 'Snuffles;' Or how on Darren's 22nd birthday after almost five years of being together and a few months shy of his graduation, Chelsea gifted him with a trip to the Philippines, knowing how much he had wanted to go visit his relatives there; Or when during that trip, which coincided with their 4th Valentines Day as a couple, Darren took Chelsea to a breath-taking spot near a private strip of a beach…
It was almost sunset, and the horizon was awashed in lovely shades of pinks, purples and oranges. The two of them held hands as they walked across the pristine white sands, barefoot, the gentle sea breeze blowing through Chelsea's loose waves and the skirt of her tropical print dress. Darren knew that he just had to stop and commit that image of her in his mind's eye. The rapidly darkening sky was perfectly reflected in Chelsea's obsidian orbs, the fathomless pools, drawing him in. And when she turned to face him with a serene look on her sun-kissed face, he knew that that was the moment. He briefly let go of her hand and took a deep breath before reaching into the pocket of his khaki board shorts.
The sans was coarse against his left knee, but Darren couldn't care any less, not when he was trying to remember to breathe and not get lost in those surprised-looking eyes boring holes into his own. His hands shook wildly as he reached for hers.
"Chelsea,"
The moment they slipped into that position, with him kneeling before the love of his life, and her looking down at him with the fondest expression in her eyes, Darren realized that forgetting his prepared speech –one he had begun drafting since he was eleven –was probably for the best.
"I love you so much. Will you marry me?"
The ring was a thin platinum band with a trio of diamonds crowning it. The larger one in the middle was blush-colored, flanked by two smaller round ones in classic white. The way it caught the sun's rays was amazing, but nothing could ever compare to the way Chelsea's face lit up at Darren's question. And nothing could ever be as amazing in the young man's opinion, than Chelsea's voice when she gasped her answer out.
"Yes –yes, I'll marry you!"
With tears in her eyes, Chelsea had said yes, and Darren wasted no time in slipping the ring on her finger and pulling his now- fiancé –okay, that sounded way, way better than girlfriend –into a kiss. They remained wrapped in each other's arms that way, long after the sun had set and stars began dotting the clear night sky.
And that, was the one and only proof that Darren needed to tell himself that Chelsea was indeed his one and only…
But it seemed that Fate had other plans.
Three days after their engagement, Darren's agent, Nick, called from San Francisco; he was to audition for an experimental TV show set to air on FOX soon. Darren never thought he'd give commercial, Hollywood acting a try –because really, he was a musician first, and a thespian, a close second. But Nick thought he'd be perfect for the new show since it marries his love for music, the format of it being something along the likes of High School Musical. Darren did not really want to cut their trip short, but Chelsea wouldn't near any of it even if she had to stay behind for a few more days to see to a sick aunt.
"You HAVE to go! Come on, D, this is TV! I'd get to see my gorgeous fiancé on TV! Please, you have to go to that audition!" Chelsea quipped, practically bouncing in excitement after Darren told her the news. The young man chuckled at her naiveté.
"I'm not even sure if I'd get in, Cece."
"Of course you'd get in!" Chelsea rolled her eyes. "They would not have asked for you to try out specifically if they didn't think you were right for it. You have to have a little more faith in yourself, Dare –you're Darren Freaking Criss!"
Darren chuckled at his girlfriend and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You have too much confidence in my abilities, Miss Cruz." Chelsea pulled him closer and returned the kiss. "Because I know you well. If there is anyone in this world who knows what you're capable of, who better than your soulmate, right?"
An inexplicable rush of emotions flooded Darren's being as her stared into those sincere eyes. "Chels, if I get the part, we'll get married before my first taping day, deal?"
"You mean, WHEN you get the part." Chelsea told him matter-of-factly. "You sure drive a hard bargain, Mr. Criss."
"I know," Darren winked. "So. What say you, soon-to-be Mrs. Criss?"
"I say, you'd better get on that plane and get that part, Babe."
Darren flew to L.A. the very next day and met with a man named Ryan Murphy, one of the show's producers. He was asked to read lines and sing in front of a panel of four that included Mr. Murphy. He performed his own arrangement of 'Reflection' from Mulan, which he did on the piano. To his surprise, he was asked to do an encore. Darren decided on playing an original composition, 'Circles' –a song which he co-wrote with Chelsea during their freshman year at UMich. He could still remember that one lazy afternoon outside their favorite on-campus coffee hang out as Chelsea, who claimed to be hit by a sudden inspiration, scribbled the lyrics furiously on a tissue and eventually shoved it across the table towards him once she was done. Darren for his part, then grabbed his guitar and began tinkering with it. Not an hour later, the song was completed.
"Hey Alex, what's going on there?
How is your view of Times Square?
Is it grey and cloudy, just like mine?
Even if it's mid-July?
Hey Alex, what's on your mind?
Is it of the state of New York kind?
Does it move around with changing tides?
Going circles like a carousel ride?
How I wish that I knew how
To get through to you somehow
But we're oceans apart, miles away
To you, I wish, there was a highway
But I'm going in circles on and on
To back dirt alleys, around and around
One day I hope, I'll get to you
I know one day, I'll get to find you…"
Ryan Murphy smiled at him when he had finished the expectant, heartfelt song on the guitar, this time. The man then proceeded to tell him that the role of Jesse St. James was his and that they start filming in 90 days. Darren resisted the urge to break out into his happy dance right then and there, and settled for high-fiving his agent. He let Nick deal with the boring legalities. Darren pulled out his phone and made that very important phone call.
"Dare? What –seriously. It's like 4 a.m. here –"
"Pick out your white dress –I got the part! We start in 90 days, so –"
"I told you, did I not? I'm so happy for you, Babe! Oh god, my fiancé's going to be on TV! Wait –I have to fly out and see you –I'll catch the soonest one out! I'll be there to celebrate with you –hold on, let me tell my cousins –"
Chelsea did end up booking the earliest flight out of Manila to join Darren in LA where he was staying for the mean time. However, she never got to celebrate with him in person for making it to the show.
Twenty-four hours before Darren was due to fetch Chelsea from the airport, he received a phone call. He smiled at his phone's glowing screen when he heard his 'Heart and Soul' ringtone play. He took the call.
"Can't wait to see me, Chelsea?"
"Hardly," Darren could almost see her roll her eyes in that adorable fashion. "I called to let you know that I'll be driving when I arrive. My cousin Monica asked me to meet her for coffee as soon as I land –you know, a little girl-bonding thing? I'll see you in the apartment, 'kay?"
"Sure thing, Babe." Darren said. "What is a few extra hours of not seeing you? We have forever." Chelsea chuckled. "Oh you, just do me a favor and get ice cream for later? I may not have time to cook dinner when I get there."
"Chinese or Indian?" Darren asked. Chelsea laughed.
"Pizza. Extra cheese."
"Ah, I knew there was a reason I was marrying you."
"Yeah, yeah," Chelsea huffed jokingly. "You're marrying me because of my insane love for cheeses, the very biggest piece of it all is you. Geez, I love you too, Darren Criss."
"Right back at you, Cece." Darren chuckled. "You sure you don't want me to meet you at the airport? I can be a good fiancé and carry shopping bags or something –"
"TV stars don't do part-time as chauffeurs, love." Chelsea admonished him. "You'll soon be a household name, a legend –start acting like one."
"Yes ma'am." Darren answered dutifully. "But are you –"
"Monica's bringing me, my car from Mom and Dad's. Don't worry, I'll be there with you before you know it."
Darren sighed into the line. "I can't wait to see you –be careful, okay? Love you."
"Will do, Babe. Love you too. Always." And the call ended on that note. The following day, Darren was currently at the convenience store, two blocks away from the apartment getting butterscotch ice cream when his phone rang again. Chelsea was running late by a couple of hours. Outside, the rain that had began a few hours ago was still horribly unrelenting –In fact, it seemed that it was getting even worse. He hoped that Chelsea did not decide to drive through the inclement weather and waited it out somewhere safe instead. When does it ever rain like this in perpetually sunny California anyway? Balancing the tub of ice cream on one hand, Darren looked at his phone screen –he did not recognize the local number but answered the call right away. "Hello?"
"Darren –Darren Criss?" A shaky female voice on the other end asked.
"Uh, yeah. And this is –"
"Monica," the voice gasped. "I –I'm Chelsea's cousin –"
"Oh, okay. Um, what's wrong? You sound –agitated." Darren observed. "Wait, is she there with you? Is she o her way here? Please tell her to wait it out. This rain is insane and I –"
"N-No," Monica responded, her voice noticeably broken. "G-God –how do I say this? I I don't know how, but –" she hesitated. Darren's frown grew deeper.
"What happened? Where's Chelsea? Where is she?"
The other end of the line went completely silent, before an unmistakable sob came through. "Oh Darren…" Monica whispered as she took a deep breath. "About –about an hour after Chelsea –she dropped me off at her Mom's—There –there had been an –an a-accident."
Darren felt like he had just been sucker-punched deep within his guts. "What –what did you say?" The grip on his phone tightened as the ice cream tub on the other hand fell to the polished floor of the convenience store.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Monica was evidently fighting back tears now. "She insisted on –she insisted on driving –to get to you! I told her to wait for the rain to stop but –Oh, God…" Monica was full on crying by then. "I should've –should've stopped her –oh God –They –the hospital –whoever –911 had just called her parents and they told me – I don't know how –why –but they said –they said –she drove off -off a cliff. The roads were slippery and she –Oh Darren, she drove off a cliff! I'm sorry –they said, Chelsea's gone …"
Darren's phone dropped on the floor, joining the puddle of melted ice cream.
"When does it ever rain in California? He remembered asking out loud once. Chelsea was seated beside him in her black Navigator, driving them home from school one moderately rainy afternoon.
"It's California, not the moon, silly. It's bound to rain sometime."
But if only they lived on the moon, Chelsea would still be alive.
It was now 40 days later after that ill-fated day and Darren had long stopped believing in Fate. He was supposed to be back in L.A. for a promotional campaign for his supposedly new show, Glee. Instead, he was flying back to Manila to meet with Chelsea's parents. There was an old folk lore in the Philippines where they believed that the soul of the dead walks the earth one last time, 40 days after their death, before finally moving on. It was Filipino tradition to hold a vigil at, or near the gravesite to help the wandering soul in crossing over. Chelsea's parents decided to have their daughter buried in their home country. Darren did not even have the heart to argue when Joan Cruz told him of their plan. He nodded dutifully and flew back to Manila with them 9 days after the accident to bury his fiancé. And now, 40 days later, he was back again.
Nick was not happy. It was either Darren attends the promo campaign or he forfeits the role. Darren was to learn later on that the role was down-sized and given to Jon Groff of Spring-Awakening fame.
He will be with Chelsea, one last time, and no acting role is worth more that. Nothing is worth more than Chelsea. Fate had most definitely fucked up big time, but even Death does not change the fact that she was forever his one and only.
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End A/N: So, what do you think? Up Next: Chapter 1:Reset – our story proper begins and we get to see the Debut of Chris in our tale. Here's a sneak peak:
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(AN EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ONE: RESET)
"I was going to suggest that you meet him one of these days in an informal setting," Ryan told him with a small smile. "He'd be one of the actors you'd be working with most this season and it will really help a lot if you manage to build an off-set rapport with him. It won't be an ideal setting, but I guess a hospital visit couldn't hurt. Do you have anywhere else to go today?"
Darren shook his head. He had planned on going to Joey's to tell him of the good news, but that could wait. Something in him just knew that seeing his injured co-actor was more important. Ryan motioned for him to come along.
"Well, come then, Blaine. Let's introduce you to Kurt."
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