You'd better love me, I'm suppose to be studying…
Chapter Seven
"Well Ryan, what's so important that I had to drop everything, and come to see you?" Chris was pissed, he'd purposely walked into Ryan Murphy's office half an hour late.
"Take a seat Chris." Ryan gestured to one of the leather chairs from where he was sitting behind his big oak desk. His office was filled with Glee memorabilia, posters, signs, hats, you name it, he had it hanging on the dark gray walls.
"Actually, I'd rather stand. I've been sitting on that plane for three hours."
"Hey, no need to get snappy. I just wanted to let you know that there's some buzz going around…" Chris wasn't listening, Ryan was just talking about how some of the first episodes songs had gotten leaked to the press. He was stressing that he would not allow this, and just wanted to make sure Chris understood.
"Yeah, I know that. I didn't do shit, and you know it. Honestly, couldn't you have just read me the riot act on the phone, God Ryan. I came back here for nothing. I was on vacation." Chris was getting more and more angry with Ryan, and he really felt like storming out of his office. He'd first demand that he was flown back to Florida this second before he said anything too awful to the guy.
"You're right. I'm sorry Chris." Ryan breathed. What? Was Chris hearing right? "I can arrange for you to be flown back in half an hour? Does that work?" Ryan was trying to kiss up, he knew he had no right to demand Chris' presence over such a little thing. For the life of him he could not remember why he'd even bothered worrying Chris. The kid had so much going on already, he didn't need, no, deserve to be yelled at.
"I, uh…" Chris stuttered. Then his phone rang. "One second, this is important." Chris walked outside the office, and answered his ringing phone. "Hello?" He tried to sound happy, but he was still in shock from Ryan's sudden apology.
"Colfer, where the actual fuck are you?" Joey's voice was quiet, and Chris could tell something was wrong, very wrong.
"What is it? Is Darren okay? Joey, what happened?" Chris' heart was pounding in his ears, and his mind was racing with a thousand awful thoughts.
"You need to get here, now."
The only sound heard on that Saturday afternoon was the pounding of Chris' feet on the cement floor echoing throughout the studio.