Hey Guys! So I'm excited because this is my very first fanfiction! Techinically it's not an actual character fanfiction, but I've seen so many real-life fanfictions and I had this one brewing so I decided to bring it out!

I write stories, but I've never really written anything that involved real people, so we'll see how this goes!

Please please review and criticize and tell me it's terrible or tell me it's amazing or whatever you want but tell me!

Obviously I don't own Glee, but I'm pretty sure everybody realizes that already so it's kind of redundant.

ANYWAYS! I really hope you like it and I have a couple chapters pre-written so I'll be posting new ones on a review count basis. SInce I'm new, I'm only hoping on 10 reviews for this one. Also, just a short disclaimer, I am Canadian (That gets more obvious when you read the story) and I am also British so I may say things differently than Americans or Australians or Spaniards OR other people! I'm just saying, don't go off on me if I spell colour with a 'u', I'm just being Canadian!

But I know you are all amazing people so I don't think I'll have to worry about that, so just enjoy the story and please review and tell me how I can make it better!

Cheers, Jen

"Darren," Alyce whispered, prodding the sleeping giant…or rather midget! "Daaaaarrrreeenn…wakey wakey!...DARREN!" She yelled, snapping a photo as he started to stir. He was lying in his bed, his arms bent above his head, one stuck under a pillow.

"Who's dying?" Darren mumbled…swinging his arms around, trying to combat the persistence of his friend, Alyce.

"Criss! Wake Up! Nooowwww!" she whined, then gave up on that plan, and started jumping on his bed. Pillows went flying as the feisty brunette dodged his arms and sang his name.

"Whaaa….WHAT IS GOING ON?" he yelled, jumping up, and simultaneously getting caught in his blue Harry Potter covers and falling back, this causing Alyce to get pushed away, which of course resulted in her tripping off the bed and falling into a heap on the carpet (which looked suspiciously like a lion with a wizard's hat on).

"Aaaaaaooooooohhh!" The heap moaned, limbs splayed in different directions. Darren peered off the now completely messy bed, his eyes widening when he saw Alyce on the floor.

"Aly!" Darren threw off his covers and kneeled beside the lump to which he was referring. "Are you okay?"

"Mmmmm…geez!" she groaned, righting herself and collapsing on the carpet again (it was definitely a lion…) "Why? Criss, why?"

"You jumped on my bed! And you are asking me that?" he gave her an incredulous look. "How did you get into my apartment anyways?"

Alyce shifted and sat up, shrugging. "Your landlord let me in…" She gave him an innocent look. She was always doing these sorts of things. It was really a wonder he was surprised. He remembered one time she managed to get VIP tickets to an exclusive premiere, all by simply having a ten-minute conversation with the theatre owner.

"He just let you in? No questions asked?" Darren said, not buying the story. He was way too perceptive for his own good, Alyce thought. And she had told him so many times, but he had only gotten better.

"I may or may not have said I was your sister…and that I was dog-sitting for you…." She trailed off, looking hopeful.

"I don't own a dog, Al. And besides, you'd never get past Ralph!" he said triumphantly, Ralph, the landlord was a man of steel, he didn't let anyone in the building without checking their names first.

"Okaaayy!" Alyce relented, blowing a loose piece of brown hair out of her face. "So I might have said that 'Sarge' was really sick, and they thought he was going to die, and you really loved him, and you would be devastated, and you didn't know-" she paused, taking a gap in her string of sentences. "aand… I may have started crying about how torn you would be!"

The raven-haired singer stared at the younger girl, trying to decide whether she was literally insane, or just…well just insane actually."You named my dog Sarge?"

She looked back with a cheeky smile, ignoring his statement.

"Big guys, are suckers for crying. They just don't know how to deal with it! He was putty in my hands! Mua ha-ha!" she laughed, gesturing like a villain.

"Are you high? Having you been smoking something? Shooting up?" He questioned grabbing her, "Let me see your pupils!" Alyce burst out laughing, struggling out of his grasp.

"Leeggoooo! Let go! I am not high…but you," she paused for dramatic effect, "you are twenty-five!" she yelled pushing Darren over and jumping up, taking a picture of his surprised face before he had time to move. Then she stopped, her mouth dropping in realization. "Oh My Richter! You are so old!"

Darren rolled his eyes and stood up, running his hands through his black curls, which were springing in every direction. "Says the sixteen year-old. You can't really judge, you're like the youngest person I know!"

Alyce laughed, then calmed herself and pulled him into a hug, "Happy Birthday bro!"

"I ain't cha bro gurlfrand!" he said sassily.

"Oh lord, that can't happen again, you can't do sass at all!" she protested, pulling away and standing back, surveying the mess that was Darren Criss' bedroom. "Well, my brotha-from-anotha-motha, you need to get up, and go shower! We have big things to do!"

The actor pouted, frowning like a five year-old, "I don't wannnaa!"

"Awww! You don't want to? Well then how about…NO! get on up lazy pants! We've got big things to do today!"

"Come on! It's my birthday, don't I get to decide?"

"Oh Hun, that's sweet, but no, you have absolutely no say in the matter now jog on!" she urged, watching him shuffle slowly into the bathroom.

She waited until she heard the shower turn on, before letting out a sigh, and grabbing a camera case from her bag. Unzipping it, she glanced around the room, searching for a good place to set up.

"Hey Darren, I know we haven't known each other for long, but in the short time that we have, you have, in effect, changed my life." Alyce confessed, staring into the lens of the small black camera, which was propped precariously on top of a leaning stack of shoeboxes. Peeking out from the bottom was the unmistakable box that belonged to a pair of black Toms. So he's that kind of guy, eh? She thought to herself, though she wasn't too surprised. Darren was just hipster like that.

"Don't be modest," she continued, "you know it's true. Two months ago, I was sitting at home, with my future laid out in front of me. It was a practical future, but not one I felt would make me truly happy."

She chuckled, remembering the life that seemed so far away from now, really she was being a little dramatic, but she was trying to make a point.

"I finally decided to give that 'unrealistic' dream of acting a try. I had never done any acting…well, none that actually counted, but there I was filling out an application for a Toronto-based acting agency."

Alyce paused when she heard a shuffling through the wall. It was the bathroom, and she heard the distinct sound of a shower being turned off. Stopping the recording, Alyce quickly stood up banging her head on a rail

"Shit!" she cursed reflexively, putting a hand up to feel the already forming bump on her head.

She clumsily unpiled the shoeboxes, opening the doors and stepping out of the small room…

…and straight into a wet, curly-haired boy.

Darren shrieked, nearly falling backwards. And, as Alyce noticed, almost lost his towel.

"Alyce! What are you doing in my closet!" He looked frightened as he tried to catch his breath.

The young Canadian looked back at the closet, and turned back sheepishly. "Oh, nothing, just ahh…" she trailed off, trying to find an excuse that would not include giving away the secret.

Darren looked at her expectantly, his appearance having recovered from being totally shocked.

"Uhh…just, uh…you know, um, trying to, um, find a good outfit…for you…to wear…" she slowed again, hoping he would accept the half-hearted answer.

Darren looked at her strangely for a moment before shrugging and nudging her gently out of the way.

"Well, I think I'm old enough to dress myself, thank you." He said, leafing through his wardrobe of t-shirts and v-necks, adding, "And besides, I won't even be wearing my own clothes all day anyway."

Alyce breathed a silent sigh of relief, quickly stuffing the camera into her cardigan pocket before walking towards the bedroom door. "I'm going to make some coffee," she offered, not looking back. She momentarily paused when she heard the birthday boy mumble a response that sounded something like, "Finally!"

She rolled her eyes and walked down the hall into the small kitchenette, her previous energy drained by the close call in the closet. She switched on the small, dented coffeemaker, shoveling in coffee grounds and filling the tank with tap water. With the machine puffing away, she turned to survey the living room. However small, it definitely wasn't sparse. Two stylish white corner couches sat opposite each other, a modern glass-topped coffee table in between them. It was funny to think of how many nights she had sat, perched on one of the stiff armrests, lending her opinion as to why Canada was ultimately better than the States, or laughing as one of their friends recounted a silly story.

Alyce was shaken from her reverie as the coffeemaker let out a loud beep, and simultaneously Darren stumbled into the living room, taking a seat at the counter and holding his hands out for a cup. Alyce laughed at his obvious fatigue and filled a brown, ceramic mug, pressing it into his large hands. Then, filling one of her own and leaning against the stove, she took in the sleepy-eyed singer, who was deeply inhaling the steam that drifted from his cup.

"Oh, come on!" she said, "You had to get up anyways. You have this little thing called a job to go to."

He huffed, swallowing a third of the scalding coffee, and setting it down. "Yeah yeah, whatever."

Darren pulled up his messenger bag, taking out a small notebook and flipping through it, checking his schedule for the day. "So," he started, "what's the plan for today?"

"Considering all of the work you have to do?" she laughed humorlessly. "I wouldn't count on it being much."

Darren slumped forward in his chair, resting his head in his hands. "I hate work, I hate it!" he grumbled his voice muffled by his rough hands.

Alyce smiled and let out an amused sigh. She knew he was lying. She'd never seen someone so excited to go to work until she met him. It was as if he forgot all his troubles when he walked on set.

"Alright Birthday Boy!" she clapped, straightening up. Darren raised his head curiously, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes. "I'm making you breakfast! Anything you want!" she added, pulling her mousy brown hair into its signature low pony.

Darren perked up a bit, giving her a questioning look. "Anything?" he asked. Alyce looked at him warily, wondering if they had all the ingredients for whatever concoction he was thinking up. His eyes suddenly lit up and he grinned a wide, cheeky grin.

"I know what I want," he started, finishing his coffee. He ran is hands through is raven-coloured hair, and slapped his hands down on the granite island. "I want waffles!" he announced, sitting up in his chair.

Alyce glared at him, her hands on her hips. "Waffles? Seriously?" she remarked, "You want me to make you waffles?"

Darren looked shocked, and his shoulders hunched in the slightest, "Umm, yes?"

The teenager scoffed, "I have made crème brulée for the president of Mount Sinai Hospital! And you want waffles?" she stared at him in disbelief. Darren's face filled with relief, and he peered at her curiously.

"You could have anything! You could have Baked Alaska! And you want waffles? Where is your imagination? What have you done with Darren Criss?" she ranted, then suddenly stopped, her mouth gaping in realization.

"Oh. My. God." She started.

"Tu es une « grande personne »! Oh mon dieu! C'est vrai!" She gasped, holding her hand to her forehead dramatically. Darren raised an eyebrow. He was more or less used to this. Whenever Alyce got particularly flustered, she started spouting off in French. He waited patiently, listening to her vent, though he had no idea what she was saying.

"Le Petit Prince a été raison!" She yelled, before suddenly realizing what she was doing and shutting her mouth quickly.

"So…" she said meekly, "waffles then?"

Hey Guys! So I added a bit onto this chapter because I felt it was too short, but next chapter is basically a continuation of what's going on right now.

I know many people have different views of Darren's characterization, but this is just how I saw it in my head because it worked with the storyline!

Next Chapter: "Who are you?" he asked, his eyes looking confused. Alyce was sure her face reflected the exact same thing. She attempted to speak but words failed her, so she just returned the look. "Seriously. Are you like royalty or something?"