Title: Blurring the Lines

Pairing: Darren/Chris

Rating: M

Summary: Kurt was gay. Blaine was gay. And they were very much in love with each other. They were also fictional. Chris is gay. But Darren isn't. They were co-workers, nothing more. But Chris finds himself attracted to him. This was reality.

Oh, hello everybody.

As you all know, I'm Chris Colfer. But that's somewhat of my real name anyway. Of course, I'm not going to tell you that my real name is Christopher Paul Colfer. And I'm not going to tell you that I am officially a twenty-year old guy, who hails from California. Well, I'm not exactly a guy. Okay, maybe I am considering that I'm far too hairy to pass for a female and I have a flat chest and I have uuh...I have that "thing" down there. And that I can't get pregnant no matter how hard I try—WHICH I would NOT know since...I haven't tried trying it at all—if you catch my drift—and I could not produce milk. Ever.

But I am gay.

And I'm very much so out and proud about it. Considering that I'm an actor.

Surprised? I am too, at times. Considering how famous GLEE has gotten, and how long it has become (we're in Season 3 now). Glee? Yup. I play Kurt Hummel there. You know that kid with the weird eye color, an impeccable taste for fashion, and the one with an unusually high-pitched voice? That's me. And if you were wondering what I look like when I don't play that sarcastic, adorable countertenor, you could google me. Just type in 'Chris Colfer'. And when you see a haggard, tired-looking, pale, and totally casual person usually posed as if doing something in the middle of an action—that would probably be me.

Basically, most of you would prolly know one-third of my life, and by one-third that would already mean a LOT. I mean, I babble and s-stutter a lot as I reminisce my past when I do interviews, talk shows, and magazine covers. And I mean that's kind of okay for me, since they only bother to ask about my life so far ever since it has skyrocketed to success with GLEE, my awards (not that I boast about it though. I can't actually still believe I won something), my relationship with my co-stars, my sexuality, my knack of awesomeness with sai swords, and the bullying that I experience when I was younger and all throughout high school.

Playing the role of an out-and-proud student from a public school who is often bullied and rejected has somewhat caught the attention of the LGBT community—in a good way, of course. After that, loads of fan mail came crashing in about how I helped them come out of the closet, or be brave enough to face every day by firstly accepting and loving their selves for who they were.

I mean, I'm happy and all that for them. And as much as I keep on saying that high school was a complete nightmare for me—what with the bullying because of my high voice (the gay part came later on) and about my non-believing teachers and whatnot, it all made me a better person—it made me stronger. There were times when all I wanted to do was just stay home and cry about it. But I figured that hey, the world was not going to change by itself.

I learned that the real world was vicious. And that probably all those fairy tales and Disney movies that I grew up with totally brainwashed me into believing that everybody always got their happy endings. But on the other hand, I think some people would. You know? But maybe they would get the taste of happiness after a hacking blood and tears match with our enemy called "Reality."

It's too soon to say what my ending would be like though. All I could tell is that the process of going there is already totally awesome. And I figured that I shouldn't—I shouldn't have—you know, shouldn't have any distractions. At least, not when everything is a big heck of a mess.

The upside is that I'm done filming my latest movie—" Struck by Lightning". And there were promotions and interviews and photo shoots and advertisements. And there was GLEE. And there was also the script that he was going to write—for Disney (Ha! Darren totally flipped when he found that out).

Darren...

I sighed as I exited a window full of websites about him. Were you wondering who Darren Criss is? He's the guy who plays Blaine Anderson. You know, the 'vertically challenged' guy with amazing breath-taking butter melting pair of golden hazel eyes and black silky curls hidden under a truckload worth of gel. And you know what else? He has this voice—oh my god, his voice—it's—it's—it's something you would never get tired of, even if you have heard it for a billion times. When he's singing, I mean, he sounds so good. You could probably make him sing the Sesame Street theme song or something from Air Supply and still, you'd fall in love with him.

Not that it happened to me.

Not that I'm actually in love with him.

Pfft. That's impossible. I mean, even though the fans would probably flip when they find out that 'CrissColfer' (yes, I see that across the internet all the time) is actually plausible, and that Blaine and Kurt or Chris and Darren—either way, on and off screen, we're together-together.

Well, let's just say, hypothetically, I did fall in love with him, even if it's just a crush and I thought he was sorta kind of cute when I watched AVPM for the very first time, which I tell you people, you should really watch...I mean...Wouldn't people kind of call me desperate or just say that I'm having a case of 'character bleed'? Wherein I just got a tad bit into my character? Again, not that I care and all but...Well, what about him? What would Darren think of it then? The fan fictions were bad enough. The speculations and the rumors flying around were getting a bit too much too. Not that I don't understand the fans, I was once there—writing fan fictions of imaginary adventures of the Ninja Turtles and whatnot.

My cellphone rang, snapping me out of my reverie.

Geeze, I was supposed to be writing another chapter of my book.

"Hello? Chris Colfer here."

'Chris?' - Oh, it was Ryan. I wonder what he wants. Is it about Season 3?

"Ryan", I greeted him with some enthusiasm, I hadn't gotten in touch with him that much because of our work schedules. "To what do I owe this pleasure of talking to you again?"

A delighted laugh vibrated from the other line. 'I know you're busy and all. But I just want to remind you that we'll have readings tomorrow. We need to rehearse your scene with Darren in the fourth episode.'

"Wait, wait. I thought we were free until next week because he's in New York doing Imogene?"

'I thought so too. But his agent called and apparently, there was a conflict with his schedule, and now he has to go back and forth for the next week. He has that thing with his previous production too—Starkid something.'

I bit my lip from squealing when he mentioned the last part. I thought that it was only a rumor, but Starkid itself tweeted that yes, there would be a third installment of their very awesome parody of Harry Potter. Oh my god, I seriously cannot wait. But isn't it kind of embarrassing to hassle the juicy bits out of your co-star about it? Gosh, I'm such a nerd.

"Oooh", I drawled out, "So he's coming back tomorrow?"

'Yeah that's about it. Listen, I need to go. But let's catch up tomorrow? We'll have coffee before we rehearse. I need to ask you a few other things too.'

"Okay, okay. What time do you need me?"

'Rehearsals start at ten. But I want you here at around seven. Got it? Goodnight Chris!'

"Goodnight Ryan!" With a sigh, I rubbed my temples. Damn, I felt a headache coming in.

Deciding that it was time for me to hit the sack since I have an early morning tomorrow, I shut off my laptop and went to the bathroom to do my nightly rituals—bath, toothbrush, and a change of clothes. After double checking the locks of my flat, I slipped in under the covers and opened the bedside lamp, figuring I need something to lull me to sleep.

So I settled in with Frank Beddor's Looking Glass Wars—it's a really cool book. Basically, Alice in Wonderland crosses Braveheart kind of book.

I was already in the part wherein the cat transformed to the Cat, an assassin with nine lives, when I felt my iPhone vibrate, signaling me of a message. Without tearing my gaze from the book, I reached for it and absentmindedly unlocked it.

'Rehearsals at 10? Wanna grab bfast at around 8?' –I snickered at his text speak. Clearly, he was messing with me.

'Can't. :( Morning date with Ryan at seven.' – I replied, grinning all the while.

He typed in a moment later. 'What? U chose Ryan over me? /3'

Rolling my eyes, I quickly texted back. 'Maybe. ;) He is COOLER than you.'

'Puh-leeze. I'm Harry freakin' Potter.' – That conceited guy! I laughed. But then, I didn't know what to reply next. Geeze, what was wrong with me? He just quoted AVPM at me and I blank out? Oh gosh, I'm so pathetic.

'Would you reconsider if I say I bought something 4 u frm NY? :)'

My stomach flipped a little. Whoa, did I eat something bad?

'Depends. :P'

'Say, the Statue of Liberty? ;)'

I snorted. 'I can do lunch. :p I still want that Statue, D.'

Oh my god, what was I doing? Am I flirting with him? No, no. That—I—It's not 'flirting'. He knew I wasn't interested in him, and vice versa. I was just...fooling around with him, as what would friends do. Normal friends.

'Hoorah!' I chuckled as I imagined him actually saying that, 'Lunch then. And your souvenir. G'night CC.:D'

'Goodnight DC. :'

With a grunt, I laid on my pillow with a loud 'PLOMP!' Oh crap, crap, crap. Great! Just what I needed. Great, just—damn.

Closing my eyes, I waited till the burning of my cheeks and the nauseous churning in my stomach faded away. Why? Why did you ask why was I feeling that way? Cheer all you want fan girls, and fan boys. But this did not certainly bode well for me.

For starters, yes, Kurt was gay. Blaine was gay. They were in love with each other. Heck, they were in a 'honeymoon phase', as Blaine would put it. And yes, they were fictional characters.

The problem was, I am gay—not the sexuality itself was a problem though. And...

Darren isn't.

He may seem all kind of...not-straight, since he's a basic goofball. An adorable dorky goofball. But as what he usually jokes with his friends, he comes out as he 'straight' to them. So point is, he's straight in real life. And I'm not.

He was just my co-star. And let's face reality, I'm not exactly looking for the same cliché teenage love story as one would possibly ask for, but I know one thing's for sure. I do not want to ruin our friendship with this—this emotion. It's just...Over the few crushes I've had all my life, Darren was the only...close-to-reality one.

I am in love with Darren Criss.

And this was all so real. Too real.

A/N: I do not usually write RPF. Real life ones. Whatever they're called. Well, I kind of did, but that was when I was over the Jrock fandom. But even then I wrote RL ones, I always ended them as fluffy or so. I kind of feel bad about this. But as I've said, I'll play this as realistically as possible. Not to the point of dictating their whole lives, just a little fanon about the possibilities if that ever really happened. *sighs*

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