Darren was waiting in his trailer for Chris to arrive. They had a few hours before they were due back for filming and Darren needed a little extra help with the choreography for the number they were shooting that night. When Chris knocked on the trailer door, Darren was just finishing up his snack.
"You ready to practice the choreography, Darren?" Chris asked, peeking his head in the door.
"Yeah, I'll be right out, let me just put away this trail mix." As Darren stood to put the trail mix away, he knocked the bag off the table. "Goddammit!" he yelled as he knelt down to sweep up the fallen snack.
"What did I tell you about swearing?" Chris asked.
"Uhh.. I swore too much and you didn't like it?" Darren tried to look innocent.
"Exactly! I don't understand how someone can have such a potty mouth!" Chris stated with his hand on his hip.
"Oh, what? Are you going to tickle me again, Chris?" Darren asked sarcastically. "I really hated that! It wasn't fair that you got to attack me without warning!" Darren sat back on his feet, his hands up by his head. "Do your worst, Colfer!"
"Nope, the tickling didn't work. I'm moving on to something else!" Chris grabbed Darren's cell phone from the table. "C'mon, we've got a lot of practice to do if you're ever going to get that choreography down! Let's go!"
Darren hopped up from his position on the floor and followed Chris out of the trailer. They walked to an empty space of the lot where Chris had already set up an iPod speaker. "Chrissssss!" Darren whined, throwing his hands to his side. "Are we actually going to practice outside? It's so fucking hot out here, I feel like I'm in the outer circles of hell waiting to get shit on for my sins!" Chris rolled his eye.
"That's two and three." Darren gave him an extremely confused look. "Never mind. Yes, we're practicing outside, so shut up and tell me what you need help with!" Chris looked down at Darren's phone that was still in his possession and started fiddling with the keypad.
"Chris, what are yo-…" Chris cut him off.
"Let's start at the top!" The dance Zach choreographed for their newest number had left the two boys at the brink of passing out from exhaustion, and Chris with another eight curse words from Darren to add to his list. The heat of the Los Angeles summer also didn't help much. Darren downed the last few drops of his water before yanking his shirt off. Chris attempted not to stare at the lean back muscles of his costar as he leaned to turn off the iHome, but miserably failed. Darren turned back to face him and Chris watched as on bead of sweat traced its way down Darren's abs-
"Chris?" Darren was looking at him oddly.
"Yeah?" Chris asked, flushing at being caught.
"I think that's enough rehearsal for today. I'm gonna go shower off." Chris watched Darren walk away before remembering to whip out his phone.
Chris held the phone tightly in his hand for a moment, deciding which would do the most damage. A facebook post? Perhaps post on his website about a free concert in the driveway of his new house? No, twitter was the only way to go about this.
"I'll clear up that potty mouth yet." Clicking on the twitter app, he started to type away. The fangirls and his Starkid friends were all going to have a field day with this. Feeling accomplished, he walked his way back to the trailers, already feeling the phone in his hand start to explode. Honestly, 'Darren' makes one comment about going commando... Chris laughed as he started to go through the pictures on the phone. His laughed turned into a snort when he found some rather embarrassing ones. He had sworn an awful lot today. Maybe two posts to get back at him...
Chris posted a few tweets and then started laughing at the pictures he posted. Then he thought of the best idea and made a tweet about that too. Soon, Chris was too involved with Darren's phone to realize how many posts he made and realized he should stop. He placed the phone back in his pocket to return to Darren later and went to see if Darren finished his shower. He had this great plan to sneak back into Darren's trailer while he was still in the shower, put the phone back and run out before Darren noticed. Chris slowly opened the door to Darren's trailer and snuck inside. He could hear shuffling around in the back and quickly went to put Darren's phone down, but before he could, Darren appeared, toweling off his hair, with nothing covering the rest of him. Chris opened his mouth in surprise, shoving Darren's phone back into his own pocket. Darren jumped in surprise. "Shit, Chris!"
"That's another one." Chris mumbled to himself, pulling Darren's phone out of his pocket and typing away. "Oh, hi Darren!" Darren covered himself with the towel he had been using to dry off his hair.
"What the hell are you doing in here, Chris? Can't you ever fucking knock?"
"Well I suppose I could, but that wouldn't be as fun." Chris smirked, eying Darren's toned chest.
"Is that my phone, Chris?" Chris held the phone up, waving it above Darren's head,
"Maaaybe…" Darren lunged for his phone, but Chris pulled it back out of his reach.
"Goddamn it, Colfer! Give me my phone!" Chris just laughed and stepped back, pulling the phone further from Darren's reach.
"Come and get it!" Darren grabbed a hold of Chris' shoulder, pushing him to the floor of the trailer and trapping his costar under the weight of his body.
"Dammit, Chris, what are you doing with my phone! Hand it over right fucking now you little bastard!" Chris tucked the phone under his back.
"My, my, somebody's swearing up a storm!" Darren dug his phone out from under Chris.
"Hey, weren't you supposed to be 'punishing' me every time I swore?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, yes I was…" Chris replied thoughtfully with a wicked grin on his face.
"Well, why didn't you?" Chris laughed.
"I did, just check your phone. Oh, and uh... You dropped your towel when you tackled me, Dare!" Darren turned bright red and instantly dropped his hands to attempt to cover his lower half.
"Erm, yeah, right…" He snatched said towel off of the floor and wrapped it back around his waist. He shook his head and attempted to stop his face from being so hot.
"What're you so embarrassed about Darren? It's not like you're lacking anything…" Chris stopped, realizing that he was speaking out loud. Darren blushed even more.
"Thanks, umm, yeah. Thanks." He ran one hand through his wet curls and smiled shyly at Chris. "Now, why do I need to check my phone?"
"Oh, just check it out… I'm not one to ruin surprises." Chris smirked and Darren instantly became suspicious. He grabbed his phone from the floor and turned the screen on. Tapping his email app, he impatiently waited for his 3G to connect.
"C'mon, c'mon!" He anxiously shook his phone, hoping to make it go faster. When it finally connected, his jaw dropped. "Why in the hell do I have 958 twitter notifications?" He shifted his gaze to Chris. "Chris, what did you do?" Chris shrugged his shoulders and gave what he hoped was an innocent smile.
"I don't have any idea what you're talking about Darren." Darren scowled and immediately opened his twitter app. When it loaded, he started scrolling through his page and his jaw dropped.
"CHRISTOPHER PAUL FUCKING COLFER! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL NAME OF FUCKING HELL DID YOU DO TO MY TWITTER?" He moved the hand holding the towel to his waist to hold his phone, effectively dropping the towel, leaving Darren naked once again. This time, he didn't bat an eyelash, simply stared at his phone.
"Darren Criss has smelly feet"
"Darren Criss pees with the door open"
"Darren Criss sleeps with a stuffed bunny named Harvey"
"Darren Criss keeps marshmallows in his hair"
"Darren Criss likes going commando"
"Darren Criss likes streaking across the Paramount set in the middle of the night"
"Darren Criss named his guitar Lucy and she sleeps with his every night"
"Darren Criss is as straight as a bendy ruler"
"Darren Criss doesn't have a favorite color because his life lacks happiness"
"Darren Criss will only eat his food if someone cuts it up into tiny pieces for him"
"Darren Criss still doesn't have his adult teeth"
"Darren Criss uses a brillo pad to wash his hair"
"Darren Criss is in the process of posting A Very Potter Threequel onto YouTube"
"Darren Criss got drunk on Chris Colfer's 21st birthday and stood on a table in his boxers singing "I'll Make A Man Out Of You""
"Darren Criss tapes himself singing in the shower and posts it online"
Line after line of twitter feed glared back at him, retweets from his own twitter page. He sank to the ground, landing on Chris' legs, scrolling down and down his feed. "Chris…" He whispered. "Are you responsible for this?" Chris stared pointedly at the ceiling. After getting caught earlier, he wouldn't let himself look down and see that Darren Criss was sitting on top of him, wet and naked.
"Darren. Towel." Darren dropped his phone.
"Oh shit." He muttered, quickly fumbling for the towel again. While Darren was distracted, Chris deftly snatched the phone lying on the ground before getting up.
"You know what Darren? I'm just going to go." He said quickly before before trying to escape out of the trailer.
"Hey wait a second," Darren started, realizing what was missing. "CHRIS COLFER, YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" Chris bolted out of the trailer and across the parking lot. Without thinking, Darren followed, barefoot and clutching the towel around his waist. Chris dodged through cars and other crew members, typing the newest tweets he could come up with off the top of his head.
After a few moments, he realized he wasn't going anywhere, but Darren was still angrily trailing behind him. He figured he would never have another opportunity like this and decided to milk it and head for Paramount's food court. Chris ran through the, Darren crashing through right behind him.
"Christopher! You can't run forever!" Chris hurdled over a chair, dodging the other patrons.
"We'll see about that! I'm the one wearing shoes!" The food court was filled with laughter, but Darren couldn't be bothered to find out what they were all laughing at, he had to catch Chris before he sent any more embarrassing tweets about him. Chris rounded a corner, and Darren took a short cut behind the salad bar. Just as Chris ran out of the food court back towards his trailer, Darren caught him, knocking him to the grass.
"Hand over my damn phone, Chris!" Chris was laughing too hard to put up a fight anymore. He gladly handed over the cell phone.
"Oh God, Darren! This is better than anything I could have come up with!" Chris laughed. Darren snatched his phone back.
"What are you talking about?" As soon as he saw his twitter feed, he knew exactly what Chris was talking about. Apparently at least 27 patrons of the food court had taken out their camera phones and tweeted pictures of him running around the food court, clutching onto his towel, and they were spreading fast. "Fuck you, Chris! This is all your fucking fault! If you hadn't stolen my damn cell phone, this whole damn thing never would have fucking happened!" Chris couldn't contain his laughter. From his spot pinned under his costar, he could see no less than 3 paparazzi with cameras and a few people with camera phones. "What the fuck is so god damn funny, Chris?" Just then, Darren's phone buzzed with a twitter update. Apparently in his haste to catch Chris and retrieve his cell phone, he's once again lost his towel. His bare ass was on display for all of paramount, and pictures were circulating twitter quite quickly. Chris carefully wrapped the towel back around Darren's waist and helped him up, giving him back his cell phone.
"C'mon, Dare, I think you've been through enough for the day, let's get you back to your trailer and find you some clothes."
A/N: Hey everyone! This is tazitz and I wanted to thank you so much from all of us with Caramelotti! We oved reading your reviews and can't wait to hear what you think about the latest installment! Don't forget to tune in tomorrow for the next chapter!