******Disclaimer******* Sadly, I do not own Glee. If I did, season 3 would have not ended that way. I mean WHAT THE HELL? I'm surprised no one attacked RIB after that happened.
******Author's Note****** You all probably hate me. I am truly sorry for not updating in FOREVER but it wasn't by choice, I promise. The computer I used to write on was… terrible. It crashed all the time and the programs on it would crash all the time, so I could never write, even when I could write, most of it was lost when the program crashed. It sucked. Last week, I got a new (old) computer that has word and is rather trustworthy if you don't overload it, so I pledge to update regularly starting whenever this chapter is poster. Thank you for not killing me. Plus I have developed a system so that every time I get something done, I blow a vuvuzela really loudly around the house to celebrate me success.
The door opened fully to reveal one Darren Criss, complete with jeans, a Hogwarts quidditch t-shirt, pink sunglasses, and a Chewbacca backpack.
"Chris, here is your backpack. I think there might be a llama in there. And your sunglasses. And laptop. And next week's script. And some Redvines. And I think Draco could also fit in there, too. Can I have some Redvines?" Chris walked over and grabbed the bag, looking suspiciously at Darren. The door shut behind him before Shelby could get out.
"Your baby, Beth, is absolutely adorable. She was asleep a few minutes ago," Darren said, directing his attention to Shelby.
"Okay, just a guess, but is he plays Blaine, right?" asked Finn.
"Guilty as charged," Darren smiled his charming smile.
"No, he only happens to look exactly like him, except for the curls," Kurt said walking up and looking up and down at Darren," Blaine will have to take the gel out of his hair starting immediately." Everyone in the room just stared at Darren.
"Okay, is hobbit number two gay?" asked Santana.
"I am not that short! If you want short, go talk to Lauren Lopez. That girl is tiny. Perfect for Draco and Taz, of course," Darren began to speak to himself and then looked back at Chris, "Ryan said we need to start 'brainstorming'. And by brainstorming I don't know if he means to get you guys," Darren nodded his head towards the New Directions," back home or if he wants new ideas for the show,"
"What do you mean he may want new ideas for the show," Puck asked angrily Darren stuttered for a moment before Chris took over,
"I think what Darren means by that is that although we need to find a way to get you guys home, preferably before you are supposed to return home, you being here gives both Ryan and us, the actors, a unique insight into what being Kurt Hummel or being Blaine Anderson like. It's no longer just the expression of a character, but of a person who actually exists in the universe. Maybe, if this is anything like Freaky Friday, we have to connect on a deeper emotional level, at least that's what my insane mind wants to believe," Chris said strongly.
The group sat in silence for a moment.
"Dude, that was deep," muttered Artie.
"I try, but really if you want deep listen to one of Darren's brilliant songs. Back to the point, does anyone have any ideas for getting home because last time I checked, I don't have a TARDIS,"
"Before we do anything I would love to when I can leave," Shelby said.
"No one can leave before we figure this out, mostly because of universe issues or something like that. It could be two day or two weeks," said Darren. Mr. Shuester spoke up for the first time in a while,
"So you're telling us that we could be stuck here for two more weeks?"
"Well not in this specific room, but in our universe forward slash Paramount studios area, yeah. By the way Mr. Shuester, I am Darren Criss, it is a pleasure to meet you and Chris and, I on behalf of all of our cast and crew, do apologize for what has happened and we hope to get both you and your glee club back home safe, the same to you Miss Sylvester," Darren said charmingly.
"I, for one," everyone in the glee club began to groan as Rachel started to speak, "suggest consulting an expert on this matter,"
"Brilliant," said Sue, becoming pissed off from the noise and kindness of cabbage patch hair,
"Really?" asked Rachel, hoping to earn rare and supposedly legendary praise from the cheerleading coach,
"Yes, brilliant impression of an idiot," Sue finished her sentence feeling slightly better, leaving Rachel to sit down and look at her shoes.
"Sue!" Mr. Shue yelled.
"What? It's true," Sue defended herself.
"Stop, stop, stop," Chris tried to keep peace, "Not the best idea Le-, I mean Rachel, but it's a good starting point. Sue scoffed.
"Maybe we could do some internet research, even though there is probably not an expert or professional on this matter, we could possibly find someone with, I don't know, a similar experience," said Kurt, "And that bag," Kurt pointed to Chewbacca, "please tell me you didn't carry that around New York,"
**********Author's Note********Okay so I'm ending the chapter here because I have some plans for the next chapter that would be better suited to just stay in the next chapter. Thank you to my lovely readers and especially to Broadwaybabe22 for being made out 100% awesome!