Chapter 2

"Chris, I like that face, keep pulling that face!" Chris heard Ryan laugh. "Now that is Kurt's sexy face!"

"But he looks ridiculous," Darren pointed out. Ryan nodded.

"Exactly!" Darren grinned, getting it. "Chris, that is perfect! Can you pull that while lip-synching?" Chris nodded, his face going back to normal.

"I'll give it a go."

"Chris, you are a star!" Chris blushed. He knew that Ryan liked him, but when he was going on about in front of the cast... well, it was kind of embaressing, yet rewarding at the same time. "Right, Action!"

They were shooting the Animal scene, where the Warblers performed for a group of teenage girls, who were currently giggling madly. Whether it was because of the amount of handsome boys on set, or the fact that Chris was pulling the weirdest faces, no one knew. Darren was straightening his jacket, just as the camera started to roll.

"I would like to welcome the ladies of our sister school Crawford Country Day. As you know, the Warblers are competing in our Show Choirs Regionals Competition next week," Chris smiled at Darren, who was talking to the group of girls. Wow, Darren's mouth was sexy... "So what we're going for today ladies is something a little..." Darren pretended to ponder for a word. "A little sexy. But we need your input...

"Are we scream-worthy?"

Um, Yes, Chris thought.

"Do we make your knees turn to jelly?"

YES! DARREN, YOU DO!

"...So without further ado, hold onto your bobby socks ladies, 'cause we're about to rock your world." Chris almost missed the opening of the song, due to the fact that he was blushing red at his thoughts. Luckily, the camera wasn't focused on him, so he managed to regain composure in time.

"Chris, that is perfect," He heard Ryan mutter under his breath. Chris almost laughed when Darren shot him the "WTF?" look at Kurt's faces, as scripted. It was quite funny, if you were there.

"AND, CUT!" Darren grinned, covered in white soapy stuff (what was that?) and patted Chris' shoulder, as all the Warblers started to laugh.

"Damn, I hate giving these uniforms back to the Costume Department," Darren said to Chris. Chris smirked.

"Please. It's only because you sweat like a pig - although that offends a pig."

"Ha-Ha. I'm laughing my slacks off." Darren rolled his eyes to accompany the comment. "But, yes. It's very difficult to keep a straight face when you hand over a sweaty costume."

"See, I don't sweat much," Chris boasted. Darren rolled his eyes again at his friend.

"Uh-Huh. Along with the fact that you can't grow a beard." Chris coloured considerably.

"I-I can too!" He stuttered out. "I-I just choose not to!" Darren smirked, much like Chris had earlier.

"Uh-Huh. You keep telling yourself that, Colfer." Darren narrowly dodged the shoe that Chris tossed at his head.

"Stupid bum." Chris muttered. Darren grinned.

"You love it," He stated, grinning chastely. "I know it." Chris shook his head.

"So unattractive." Was that meant to hurt Darren's heart like it did?

"Well, so is bullying." Darren said. Chris smiled at Darren again. Darren smiled too. Chris's smile was infectious, that was obvious. "Anyway, you got plans this weekend?" Chris shook his head.

"Apart from the usual; sitting at home and writing stuff." Darren grinned hopefully.

"Right. Well, I was going to ask some of the Warblers to come around to mine this weekend, you know, for a sort of pizza party. Would you come?" Darren mentally crossed his fingers. As much as he like the other guys (who didn't?) he really wanted Chris to come, more than any of the others. Chris bit his lip.

"I dunno..."

"Come on," Darren persisted. "It's gonna be no fun without you!" Darren couldn't miss the blush that spread across Chris's cheeks. He liked doing that to the younger man.

"Well, I-I guess I could stay for a little whi-" He was cut of by Darren squealing, rather girlishly. This time, Darren went red at the look on Chris's face.

"S-Sorry. Did I sound..." Chris nodded, still smirking. "I guess I just really wanted you to come." Chris felt his heart speed up. Okay, maybe it was because they were friends, but Chris liked the idea of Darren wanting him to do something with him.

"Well, if you stop squealing, I might come."

"Hi Riker!" Chris managed to high-five the blonde in time. Maybe it was Kurt's senses kicking into Chris, but Chris guessed that Riker wasn't a natural blonde. Somehow, it seemed unlikely. "Hi Dominic!" He high-fived the other man, who grinned at him as he passed. Chris felt kind of left out a little, as most of the Warblers were quite...well, they liked to be rowdy.

"So," Chris turned around and saw Darren, and damn, did he look good. His hair was free of gel, and curly, just like Darren (And Chris, though he'd never admit it) liked it. Darren was wearing a loose black shirt (Damn, Darren had great arms!) and a pair of jeans (Damn, a fit bum too!). Chris tried not to blush at his thoughts. "Enjoying yourself?" Chris shrugged.

"I'm Okay." Darren grinned.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I actually started to wonder why I invited this many guys round my flat, when all they're gonna do is break my stuff and make the place look crappy." Chris secretly agreed. "I mean, I love the Warblers, don't get me wrong, but... RIKER! FOR GOD'S SAKE, DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Chris hazarded a glance at Riker, who was currently throwing a plate up and down in the air. Although it didn't look like it was worth much, Chris knew it was difficult to clean up shards of broken glass and such. "Listen, I'll be back in a sec...NO! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, RIKER, YOU'VE ALREADY CHIPPED THE PLATE!" Darren was off in a second, leaving Chris to start chuckling slightly. Was it Darren's dirty mouth, or how suddenly worried he was about Riker breaking the plate? Either way, Darren made Chris laugh.

"So," Chris heard from behind him. He turned around, and saw one of the Warber's he'd never spoken to. "Are you guys, like, best friends?" Chris smiled easily.

"I suppose you could call it something along them lines." The Warbler raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just that Darren always speaks fondly of you."

"Oh. Okay then." As the unnamed actor walked off, Chris felt a smile reappear on his lips, and went to grab a drink.

"Riker. No." Riker frowned.

"Why? We're having fun-"

"You know that Mia's gonna freak if you break anything, right?"

"But she doesn't live here!" Darren sighed.

"I know, but she comes round a lot, so..." Riker shrugged. "Look, I understand that you want to have fun, but-"

"But nothing." Riker put his arm on Darren's shoulder. "Darren, come on! You need to let loose man! I mean, when was the last time that you got drunk?"

"Well..."

"Exactly. Look, people may think that you get drunk a lot-"

"Wait, what?" Riker shrugged again.

"Look, just let go. Have some fun. I mean, even Chris is having a few drinks." Darren looked across the room and saw that the blonde Warbler was right. "It's a Party, D, have fun!" Darren nodded, giving up, and allowed Riker to shove a beer into his hand.

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