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Hey guys, I first want to thank you for the kind reviews and for adding me or this story to your subscriptions and favorites :)
Now here come the excuses, I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter but I promise the next one will be better. But it's just been so crazy. School was so busy and I had to go to the cardiologist. The only things I did the last two weeks was eat, sleep, study and go to a lot of doctors.
I'm also going to be writing, directing and starring in a movie for school and I'm really excited about that. But that's a couple of months away.
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It had been two weeks, two freaking entire weeks. Darren had texted Chris but his co-star hadn't replied, not a word. He had texted Chris as he boarded the plane that they would talk when he came back. When he had landed in New York he had turned his phone back on but not one text from the blue eyed actor. He hadn't had the courage to call Chris. He didn't want to discuss what ever was going on between them over the phone. He just needed to know that Chris didn't hate him, that things hadn't changed between them. Everything was such a mess, ever since Darren had realized he had feelings for the crystal-eyed beauty.
At the beginning of his Broadway adventure, Darren had sent a text to Chris every day but never got an answer. After a week the curly haired man gave up. He had gotten the message, not an actual message of course, but Chris didn't want to talk to him. He had thought of sending a text to Ashley or Amber but he didn't want to drag them into the mess that was "Darren Criss' feelings for his gorgeous co-star".
He just focused on his rehearsals for 'How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying' from there on. He was living the dream, from Youtube video's in his bedroom to a TV and Broadway star. How did he ever get so lucky? Even though the only thing, the only one, he wanted right now didn't even want to speak to him. He couldn't allow himself to think about Chris, he had to focus. He rehearsed and rehearsed and rehearsed. He knew his character, he pored all his frustrations into his performances. Despite the fact that his heart hurt every time he looked at his cellphone and not one message was from the porcelain skinned man. He was having so much fun, working with amazing people, getting so many opportunities. He was ready, ready to go out there and show the critics what he was worth.
As the last rehearsal ended Beau Bridges walked up to him.
"Darren, you're going to be great. I can feel it, you my son, you have something special." he said as he stood behind Darren as they both looked into the Hirschfeld Theater. "Those seats are going to be full in a couple of hours. You're gonna do this and you'll be phenomenal."
"Thank you, that's awfully kind of you. I hope I can make everyone proud. I want to do the character justice but..." Darren still looked out of the empty theater as he spoke.
"No but's, Darren. You brought a whole new dimension to Finch. Just be you, just do what feels right to do and you'll be fine. You're one of the most heartfelt people I've met in a long time, your passion shines through in everything you do. Show them tonight how much you want and deserve this." With that Beau turned around and walked away.
"I can do this, this is my dream." His eyes shone as the spotlight hit his face.
[Darren Criss] Chris, I promise we'll talk when I'm back from New York. Promise. -D
[Darren Criss] Arrived in New York :D My adventure can begin. Wish me luck. Hope you got home safetly. -D
[Darren Criss] Rehearsals are great here, we get like weeks to prepare something. It's so different from Glee. But I miss you guys! I miss you... -D
[Darren Criss] Sorry, I shouldn't have said that I missed you. I wasn't thinking... -D
Chris had gotten a lot of texts from Darren since he had left for New York to be on Broadway. Each one filled with an another emotion, happiness, excitement, regret...
But the two last ones were the hardest to ignore, they were filled with fear and hurt. He begged Chris, he had begged. He missed Darren so much but he just couldn't answer.
[Darren Criss] Don't be mad at me, Chris. Please, just don't be mad at me. I swear to God nothing's changed between us. You're my best friend, just please talk to me. Even if you're mad at me, just let me have it. Not the silent treatment. Chris, please. -D
The last one broke Chris' heart. Darren tried to be angry but he just seemed more hurt.
[Darren Criss] I get it, talk to you later -D
Darren and Chris had been good friends since day one. They talked about comic books, Disney, Harry Potter, writing and so much more. Chris had found a person who shared the same passions and interests as him. Darren was a theaterkid and that's why Chris got used to Darren's touchy-feely personality fairly easily. It was also the reason he never looked deeper into the meaning of Darren's touches or looks.
Chris couldn't answer because he was afraid of what Darren wanted to talk about. He was afraid of what Darren had almost said to him at the airport. He had finally realized where he had seen that look before, the look that felt so different between them. It was the way Blaine looked at Kurt.
He had sat in his apartment for hours just trying to make sense of things after he had dropped Darren of at the airport. Darren was straight, the man didn't believe in labels but he was straight. But the porcelain skinned actor kept seeing those honey colored eyes starring back at him and suddenly he knew. Those were Blaine's eyes but it was Darren looking at him like that. It hadn't been scripted, it just happened.
Chris had just decided to go on with his life as if nothing had happened. He didn't know why he was so scared of what Darren might feel for him. Maybe he was wrong, maybe his co-star wasn't going to say anything shocking. It was all to much to handle. He had just kept to his planned hiatus and didn't give himself the time to think about Darren. He kept himself busy, when he had some free time he worked on his book or on a new screenplay.
The evening of Darren's premier Chris felt guilty, extremely guilty. He sat at home just thinking everything through once again. Which meant letting all the thoughts he had tried to ignore so hard resurface.
He had probably ruined what could've been the most incredible experience in Darren's life. He had ignored him and had been awful to his co-star. Or maybe he was giving himself too much credit and Darren wasn't even bothered by Chris' non-responsiveness.
The blue-eyed man started to doubt what he had seen in the dark haired man's eyes. He had felt so sure of what Darren was going to tell him but what if he was wrong? What if Darren hadn't been on the verge of a love confession? Had he just tormented his best friend for nothing? They had become closer and maybe that was what had changed in Darren. He saw Chris as his best friend, that was the new found adoration Chris had seen in Darren's eyes. Nothing more or nothing less.
Darren was straight. Why for the love of God, did I think Darren was going to tell me he loved me?
He had felt so arrogant to have thought that the curly-haired man was in love with him. He decided to tweet Darren. The fans would be suspicious if he didn't. He had to think it through, though. Every single word Chris tweeted to his co-star was analyzed carefully by the fans. The tweet couldn't be too friendly but it couldn't be too standoffish either. The Klaine or Crisscolfer fandom, the last one scared him a little bit, was very delicate. They saw love confessions in everything, which wasn't totally absurd. Chris did love Darren and Darren loved Chris. But it were two different kinds of love. Darren's love for the countertenor was more platonic.
Chris spent almost an hour typing and deleting tweets. He tried to channel his inner-fan girl, so he could be prepared for what they would make of certain tweets. He finally decided on something simple, it was a bit more cold than he would've liked but it was okay.
DarrenCriss Break a leg tonight, bud!
"Bud," he said out loud. "that isn't too cold but it isn't too familiar either." He started to doubt again. "Maybe it was too cold... Why is this so hard?" He fell onto his couch face first into his pillows. Chris knew the fandom would go crazy either way. But he didn't care about that, not now. He started to wonder about how Darren would react to his sudden reappearance. Chris had ignored him for two weeks and now he just came out of nowhere. Worry suddenly hit him. What if Darren thought Chris was just trying to keep up pretenses. He kept thinking about every possible way Darren could react to his tweet.
He was still laying on his couch when he woke up. He stretched languidly. His neck and back hurt from the weird position he had fallen asleep in. He rolled off the couch and onto the floor. He landed on the rug, which softened his fall. He lay there for a couple of minutes, still trying to make his brain and limbs functions in unison. Finally he stood up and walked to the kitchen. He turned on the coffee machine before going to the bathroom. He quickly discarded his clothes from the previous day and got under the cold spray. After a minute he couldn't resist turning on the hot water and letting the heat spread through his body. When he was done showering and was wearing clean clothes he went back to the kitchen.
He heard a faint beep coming from the living room. He walked back to the living room but couldn't find his cellphone. He finally dug it out from between the couch cushions.
4 missed calls
2 messages
One call was from Lea, another call and text from Ashley. Two calls and a text from Darren. Chris sighed heavily, none of them had left him a voice mail.
Ashley had texted him if he had wanted to hang out. The actor didn't pay much attention to that text. He heart sped up, he was scared to open Darren's message. It was still early Chris noticed all of a sudden. It was still dark and quiet outside. He had been so out of it that he just had assumed it was morning already. He looked at the time on his cellphone, four twenty-two two AM it read. Hesitantly he opened the message from Darren.
[Darren Criss] I'm coming back to LA. -D
Chris almost dropped his phone. Why the hell would he come back? He couldn't just leave when he was just beginning. He checked the time of the message, eleven PM. That must've been right after the end of the first show. He looked at the time of the phone calls. The first was a couple of minutes after the text and the second... Chris almost dropped his phone again. The last phone call had been from a couple of minutes ago, he had probably been in the shower just then.
He just stood there staring at Darren's text, when he was disturbed by a knock on his front door.
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