N/A: First of all, I want to apologize for take that long to update! Life is crazy now...i have work, college, gym and I'm trying to get my driver's licence but I'll try to update more frequently! I also want to say thank you to my wonderful beta Helen McMitchell for all the support and the advices! :)

In last chapter, I said that this fic would have a litlle Klaine too, but it's CrissColfer! That's it, here's the new chapter and I hope that you guys like it! I'm waiting for some reviews! :):)

Chapter Two

Angel

.:Angel:. says: Thanks for the compliment, but, dude, I'm a man.

Cameron widened his eyes and chocked, losing his balance and falling on the floor along with the chair. What did he means by a man? What kind of man used the name Angel? What a screw up! It was all the others fault for choosing a name so… delicate, cute, gay! How was he supposed to know?

.:Angel:. says: Hey, you still there?

Of course he was still there, staring at the computer like an idiot, sprawled on the floor. Now, he was never going to identify himself! Thank God he hadn't said who he was before! He got on his elbows, attempting to get up.

"That's just great, now besides a swollen lip and a black eye, I have a sore ass."

He raised the chair and sat down, watching more words pop on the screen.

.:Angel:. says: Disappointed you, didn't I?

Cameron chuckled cynically and was already writing insults when he remembered of Bryce. He had just admitted he missed his friend, someone to talk to, wasn't that what he was looking for? What difference did it make if it was a man or a woman? The guy seemed nice, and did great articles for the site. His intellectual level matched Cameron's, and he had the advantage of being able to drop the conversation whenever he wanted, and the other would never know who The Hypster was. He cracked his fingers and started typing.

The Hipster says: Don't worry, I'll live. Sorry.

.:Angel:. says: No problem.

The Hipster says: Has anyone ever told you your user name's kinda feminine?

.:Angel:. says: Yeah, you're not the first one getting mixed up. But I like this user name. It has sort of a sentimental value to me. I rather keep the name and take the flirting. I actually find it amusing.

The Hipster says: Hey, I wasn't flirting!

He thought before he continued writing.

The Hipster says: Ok, maybe I was, but I won't take back what I said; I really think you're good as a journalist.

.:Angel:. says: Wow! I think you're the first guy not to insult me.

Oh, if he knew how close he had been to do it… If Cameron wasn't so desperate for an interesting conversation…

The Hipster says: Well, there's a first time for everything. So, that means you were laughing at my expense, right?

.:Angel:. says: Hum… maybe a little, yes…

The Hipster says: Ok, I'm gonna ignore that. But, tell me, how do you get so much information for your articles?

It was 8 a.m. on a Sunday. Chris was sitting in front of the TV with his legs stretched on the couch, holding a steaming hot cup of coffee while staring at the screen, not really watching it. Snuggled at his feet, there was a huge black, furry dog being petted by Chris' feet. He was thinking about the recent events. It had only been five months since he had finally brought Damian to live with him. Five months ago, Damian had turned eighteen and finally gotten rid of his relatives.

Since Lily and Joseph had been murdered, Damian had no choice but to live with his aunt and uncle. They were the worst kind of people in the world. They abused Damian for the simple fact that he was famous and their son completely unknown. Envy, jealousy… The boy was raised surrounded by these feelings and he still managed to become an amazing man. It was impossible to know Damian and not love him; Chris couldn't understand how they could abuse him. But Damian put up with everything he went through without a complaint, since he was one. Seventeen years of an unbearable existence. Damian would never stop being a hero to anyone who truly knew his story.

Until Damian turned thirteen, Chris Colfer had been unfairly incarcerated, accused of being one of Murphy's men and a participant on the McGinty's murder. When he was finally able to prove his innocence and send the real criminal to jail on his place, he had to face the distrust of his godson. Damian, even as a thirteen year-old, was determined and furious. He had gone through a lot, and wasn't willing to suffer anymore by letting Chris on his life. But little by little, with the help of his childhood friend Darren Criss, Chris was able to break the boy's barriers and convince him he was innocent.

When Damian was fourteen, Chris invited him to come live with, and he immediately accepted the invitation. Since then, Chris attended hearing after hearing for the custody of his godson, but his background as a convict – even after being proved innocent – and his family criminal history were against him. Besides, he had never been able to prove Damian was abused on his aunt's home.

Before he actually met Damian, when he was in jail, Chris felt a lot of sympathy for the boy. He felt for him for becoming an orphan, for being alone in this world, for having to live with those people… After meeting him, Chris started to respect and admire him. He saw on the boy's character the best traits of his friend Joseph, improved by the combination with Lily's strong, sweet personality.

The worst and last hearing he faced was when Damian was about to turn seventeen, and after the custody request being denied again, they decided to give up and wait until Damian turned eighteen. Chris bought a modest house, the way Damian had told him he liked and let the boy pick everything he wanted, since the furniture to the color of the walls. He got settled and waited for the so anticipated birthday. When the day finally came, Chris threw a big birthday and welcome home party with Damian's real family: his childhood friends, all the Larsen, and Darren Criss, of course, who had become a teacher of Damian in college. Damian's gift was a four doors silver Gol, the latest being released.

It had only been five months, but it felt like forever. Damian made him think they had always lived together, like a family. The shelf where the TV stayed, right in front of the sofa, was filled with pictures of Damian, Damian with Chris, with Sam and Marissa, the Larsen, Snuffles, baby Damian and his parents and Damian alone.

The soft sound of the piano awoke Chris from his daydreams. The black dog raised his head and grumbled staring at him with his clear blue eyes, so similar to his owner's. Chris quickly finished his coffee and left the mug at the sofa's arm. He rubbed his face with both hands, trying to wake himself up and felt the unshaved beard. He ran his hands through his short hair. Damian must have already woken up. Chris smiled shaking his head; Damian was having trouble getting used to waking up late on weekends. His uncles made him wake up early every day to prepare their breakfast before they got up.

"Let's go Snuffles." Chris called picking up the mug again and getting up, stretching his body.

The dog barked, jumped off the couch, stretching exactly like his owner had and shaking his fluffy tail, followed him to the kitchen where Chris put his mug on the sink. He would clean up later; after all, it was Sunday! He grabbed another mug from the cabinet and put some coffee on it, before heading towards the hall. The first door on the right was the guest bathroom. Down the hall there were two doors, facing each other: the one on the left was the guest room, usually occupied by Darren, when he stayed until late and Chris refused to let him go home; the one on the right was the studio, a room almost as large as the living room, with a beautiful black piano, a shelf full of books, and some ottomans spread around the floor. At the end of the hallway, there were two more doors: the left one was Chris' room, where you could see the covers completely revolved in the bed and some clothes spread on the floor; the other one was Damian's room.

Snuffles stopped in front of the closed door, where the music came from, and waited patiently for Chris to reach him. Chris knocked on the door and waited:

"Come on in!" said a muffled voice.

Chris complied. The music became louder as he entered the room. It was a piano concert, from Mozart. The room was arranged exactly like Chris', but reversed, like you were looking in a reflection from a mirror. The difference was that Damian had his bed made, there were no clothes visible, and right next to the door there was a desk with a computer, where the boy was sitting.

"Good morning!" the boy greeted with a wide smile on his face. "How can anyone wake up this early and be in such a good mood?" Chris wondered.

Snuffles had gotten into the room as soon as the door opened, jumping in Damian's lap, almost knocking him down.

"Hey, Snuffles! Good morning to you too!"

"Morning!" Chris greeted him warmly, leaning against the door frame, and offering him the mug "Brought you coffee."

All his melancholy from moments before disappeared, being replaced by his usual cool and good-humored way.

"Thanks" Damian held the mug with one hand while scratching Snuffles' ear with the other. "Come on in Chris. Make yourself at home!"

He took a sip of his coffee and winked at Chris, who gave him a charming smile and got in, pulling a chair, turning it over, and sitting, resting his arms on the back.

"You never leave that computer, Damian."

Damian turned his chair to face him and pouted gracefully, laying the mug next to the mouse. Snuffles got off his lap and went to lie on the huge double bed.

"I thought you were still sleeping. Is the music too loud?"

"No! This music is beautiful, and I've been awake for a while."

"I've got an article to finish today. I wanted to get this done fast so I could really enjoy the rest of Sunday. I was supposed to finish it yesterday, but got distracted with the people on the chat room."

"You're taking this internship thing really seriously, aren't you?"

"I am. I found out I really like it, you know, and I'm even getting some recognition. You should read the comments I've been getting! People say I'm really good at writing."

"I'm sure you are. It's in your blood, like volleyball. Your father would be really proud of you. But doesn't it bother you, not being able to identify yourself?"

"No, it doesn't actually. It's even better they don't know I'm the one who's writing. People always expect so much of me; it's a lot of pressure. Everyone expects me to be perfect in everything I do, because my parents were. This way I feel free to be myself, without charges, without being afraid to do things wrong…"

"Still, you've only done things right."

Damian smiled embarrassed and hid it taking another sip of his coffee.

"In that you're completely different from your father. He would have loved to get the credits publicly." Chris sighed before continuing. "But I think you should leave that to later. Why don't you go take a walk, or ride a bike? Call Sam and Marissa to go take a walk, I don't know, just get off that computer Damian. Who are you hiding from?"

Damian bit his lip and stared at his hands. He thought about protesting, but all of a sudden, those words seemed really wise.

"I don't know Chris."

"Well I do. You're hiding from Sam and 'Rissa, right? You're feeling like an intruder, a third wheel, am I right?"

"You are. That's exactly how I feel. For so long I was hoping they would get together, and when it finally happens I feel left out. I'm so selfish!"

Chris gave an understanding smile and raised his godson's face to look directly at those beautiful sapphires.

"No, you're not selfish. You just need to get used to this. I know exactly how you feel, because I went through the same thing. I thought I'd lost my best friend when Joseph finally got to date Lily. I blamed her, thought she had stole him from us and that our friendship would never be the same. But, you know, instead of losing a friend, I ended up gaining one. I had to learn to share Joseph with her, but ended up accepting it. He was so happy it was impossible not to accept their relationship."

"Yes, but you had Darren."

"Yeah, that's true. I had Darren to tell me everything I'm about to tell you now: you need to learn to live with this situation. They're your friends no matter what. They wouldn't like you to drive yourself away from them. Of course they're going to need more privacy; you have to make a lot of noise when you get near them, in order to avoid some awkward situations." Damian laughed at the joke. "Believe me that kind of thing happens. Maybe you should get a girlfriend too. Then you could do double dates, and you wouldn't feel left out. That didn't work with me, because I just couldn't stay with the same girl for more than a few days. I believe my personal record was a week." Damian smiled again while Chris scratched his chin. "But who knows? It may work for you."

It was Damian's turn to sigh.

"I don't know Chris. Since Hanna started dating Colin I think I lost hope of finding a nice girl like her."

Chris twisted his upper lip on a typical expression of disdain.

"I may not be the right person to tell you this, but you will find someone. You just have to get your butt out of that chair and go live your life. You're so young Damian, you have to go out, enjoy yourself, have fun. Once you're as old as me, you can't."

Damian raised an eyebrow.

"You're right, you're really not the right person to be telling me this. You're not old, but you seem like it when you say things like that. When was the last time you went out and had some fun, huh? "

Chris grimace like a teenager avoiding a lecture from his father.

"Oh, there you go again…"

"When, Chris?"

"Ok, I haven't went out since I was arrested, happy now, mom?"

"No, I'm disappointed. You want me to feel like a burden in your life too? Since you got in your head you wanted to bring me to live with you, it's like you forgot how to live. I'm here now, aren't I? But if you think I'm slowing you down, I can go away…"

"Don't even joke about that." Chris said, strangely serious. "I don't go out because I don't feel like it. My partying time has passed. Joseph is gone."

"You still have Darren."

"Darren was never the type to go out." He said with a frown. "He only thinks about work and work… me and Joseph always had to drag him to the clubs, and in the end we had to put up with him pouting all night."

"Then maybe you have to drag him to the clubs again. I can't believe you once were the horror of teachers and janitors!"

Chris snorted, trying to pretend those words didn't get him, but the truth was he was ashamed of how true they were.

"So, here's what we're gonna do" Damian suggested. "If you promise you'll have more fun, I promise I'll do the same. I'll a give a break to the computer and try to get out more, make some new friends, even look for a girlfriend. So, what do you say?"

The music had stopped and there was nothing but silence as Chris opened and closed his mouth several times.

"Damian, it's not as simple as you think…"

However, Chris was interrupted from what he was saying by the sound of the bell ringing. Snuffles barked and ran to the door, while Chris sighed in relief.

"I… I'll go get the door."

Damian gave him a look that clearly stated "This conversation isn't over, mister!" The bell rang again, like the person who was ringing it was desperate, and Chris hurried out of the room, frowning. Snuffles barked and shook his tail to the closed door, which could only mean the visit was known and really cared for. Chris unlocked the door and threw it open, and in the next second, someone – who was leaning on the door – fell in his arms.

"Darren!" Chris held firmly the man with black curly hair that reached his shoulders, helping him to regain balance. "Darren, what happened?"

Instead of answering, the man grabbed his throat and desperately tried to breath. Chris started panicking. Damian got off his room running when he heard his godfather's scream and stopped next to him.

"Damian, fast, go get the inhaler from the third door on the kitchen cabinet."

Damian ran to the kitchen while Chris closed the door and dragged Darren to the sofa, sitting next to him. Snuffles got up resting his face on the man's knees, eyes wide open.

"Here!" Damian gave the inhaler to Darren, who immediately put it in his mouth and pressed, holding his breath for a moment and then exhaling.

Darren tried to breath with difficulty and repeated the operation, closing his eyes and relaxing on his seat. Chris and Damian waited expectantly for Darren to stabilize his breathing. He opened his eyes, with a tired expression on his pleasant face. His hazel eyes gave him a fragile appearance, and in that moment, scared too.

"What happened?" Chris asked again.

"Oh, I almost ran over a cyclist." He shrieked. "The kid came out of nowhere; all of a sudden he was in front of me, crossing the street without looking both ways! I don't even know how I managed to stop the car in time, and I still had to listen to the kid yelling at me!"

Darren put the inhaler in his mouth and pressed it again.

"There, there, it's over now" Chris rubbed the man's arm affectionately in a slightly protective way. "Nothing happened; you have nothing to worry about."

"It was just a scare" Damian comforted him sitting on the chair next to them calling Snuffles by tapping his ties, to which the dog responded instantly.

"Why does this kind of things always happen to me, why?" Darren lamented, looking tired. "I was so desperate I didn't even parked the car right. And I couldn't find my inhaler. It must have fallen on the ground when I hit the breaks. Is this one mine too?"

He examined the inhaler he had on his hands.

"You must have forgotten it here and I kept it, but I always forget to give it back."

"Oh, I was never so happy you're such a scatterbrain." he joked with a small smile on his face that indicated he was feeling better.

"Hey! I am not a scatterbrain!" Chris pretended being angry throwing a pillow at Darren' stomach, which caused him to expel the air from his lungs. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

"Ok, ok, I was just kidding."

Damian and Chris laughed, causing Darren to do the same.

"I can go park your car if you want me to, Darren." Damian offered.

"NO! It's a new car!" Chris laughed and Damian pretended to me mad. "Just kidding, but I actually have to go now. I wasn't supposed to come here and I'm already late!"

Darren tried to get up but Chris held him down.

"No sir, you're not going anywhere like this! What is this? You come here almost suffocating to death, we help you with all our good will, and you just blow us off like this?"

Darren sighed.

"I appreciate the help, but I really have to go. I have a date with Grant at nine and…"

"What!" Chris exploded. "You have a date with Gustin?" Chris grabbed the car keys from his friend's hand and passed him to Damian. "Damian, go park that car right now, he's not leaving anytime soon."

Darren rolled his eyes and buried his face on his hands. Damian pushed Snuffles away from his lap and ran out before the fight began.

"Chris, maybe I didn't express myself right" Darren started with all the calm and patience of the world. "It's not a date, it's a meeting. Statistic and Math are very close subjects and we were planning…"

"Don't even start, Darren. Where were you planning to 'meet'?"

"Well, I was going to his place…"

Chris laughed sarcastically.

"Darren, you're so naïve. That slutpig's no good. He could very well kill you and hide your dead body in the fridge…"

"Don't you start, Chris!" Darren lost his patience.

"Why not? He was one of Murphy's men!" Chris shouted.

"He was a police informer!"

"That could very well be faking so he wouldn't get arrested!"

"He has proven to be sorry for what he did!" the other released a sound of disbelieve. "Stop picking on him! You've passed that phase of childish rivalries, we're all men now, so why don't you grow up?"

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

"And Gustin is an example of maturity is that right? He doesn't miss a chance to humiliate Damian, to provoke me and on top of that, he acts all nice to you! And you, as always, fall for it!"

"Chris, I can't believe I'm having this discussion with you again!" Darren lowered his tone again and looked slightly sad. "I'm trying to get passed all those quarrels, ok? I know he's not fair to Damian and that you'll never get passed the McGinty and Colfer matters, and honestly, I'm not worried if he's a jerk or not. I'm just doing my job, just being professional, can't you understand that?"

"And being professional is going to his place on a Sunday morning?"

Darren buried his face on his hands again and run them through his hair.

"Alright Chris, I'm not going to his place today or never. Next time I'll go to the university early so we can discuss the program contents."

Chris straightened up on his sit again and breathed a little, running his eyes through the living room.

"I'm sorry. You know I don't think straight when we're talking about that… that…" he said a few curse word to which Darren wrinkled his nose to. "But I was worried about you! When I saw you almost passing out without being able to breathe, I almost had an heart attack! I… I can't lose you too, Darren…"

Darren put his arm around his friend solitarily.

"You won't get rid of me that easy." they looked at each other smiling and that's how Damian found them when he came back in.

"Wow! What a progress, huh? This time you didn't take that long and you didn't even break anything!" he mocked.

"What?" Chris asked with false disdain. "I told you that glass was an accident. Would you accept a coffee?"

Darren and Damian exchanged amused look before starting to laugh.