Tuesday

Catie's POV

I woke up the next day and my phone had too many twitter updates to count. I didn't look at any of them until Darren was awake to read them with me. I was feeling better about everything after watching the interview yesterday. I had texts from most of my friends telling me congratulations and that they were happy for me. My best friend from home, Julia, and my best friend at school, Alyssa, both told me that they had never seen me so happy and to believe in what Darren told me about myself. I smiled and sent them all very long texts, as was my nature, thanking them for being so supportive.

I was still snuggled up to Darren and I felt it when he started to stir and wake up. He turned towards me and then gave me a huge smile. "Good morning sleepyhead." I kissed his lips lightly, "I love the way your curls look in the morning before you tame them; it's adorable." We heard his phone go off and then mine did in the next second. We shared a look almost saying "and so it begins."

We decided that we'd read some of his updates first after he sifted through the congratulatory texts from his friends and the "we need to meet her in person!" texts from his family. This made me so happy, I knew that Darren's family and friends had already accepted me and I'd try to hold onto that while I read my twitter messages, just in case there were some not so rave reviews of my "performance" yesterday.

The tweets Darren got were so supportive and sweet; and I noticed that a lot of them had me tagged in them as well. People were praising how real I was and how well we seemed to get each other. We were called perfect for each other and even though some people said that they were jealous they said that we both looked so happy that they couldn't hate that Darren was now taken again. It turned out that they had already started shipping us and I joked to Darren that we'd have to check out what the fan fiction world had in store for us in a few days. He laughed and agreed. Then he picked my phone up and handed it to me.

Before I clicked the twitter icon though he hugged me tightly, kissed my forehead, and said, "no matter what people may have written here, and I am going to be honest it can be brutal it really got to Mia sometimes, remember that I love you, your friends love you, your family loves you, my family and friends love you, even Ryan loves you!" He hit the twitter icon and kept an arm around my waist as we read the tweet that didn't have both of us tagged. I took a deep breath and started reading them.

I was pleasantly surprised with how much support I was getting with and apart from Darren. Most of the tweets were positive and the ones that weren't were mostly from people who had been really attached to the Darren/ Mia relationship. As soon as I read those though I read immediately the replies of the other fans telling those people that it was not my fault that the couple had broken up. That actually it had been Mia's. They kept saying that if these people were real fans then they would be happy that Darren was so happy.

Since I wasn't visibly upset as I was reading Darren had gotten up to use the bathroom and was now updating and responding to his own tweets. I had read more than enough to get a feel for the general consensus and I realized that I had worried for nothing. I put my phone down and ran over to where Darren was sitting in a chair and jumped onto him surprising him with a huge hug. He set his phone down and hugged me back. When he pulled away he saw tears in my eyes and got worried, but I assured him it was only because I was so excited about how well his fans had accepted me.

Darren's fans were so important to him and they supported him so completely, I was thrilled that they supported me too and I promised myself that I would always help Darren show his and our fans how much we appreciated their support. "Dare, we have a name too ya know. Its Datie ooh and Carie, and there's a Carien too! Haha I love that! Which one do you think will stick?"

He laughed and said, "Datie I guess, but I don't really mind either way. What matters to me is what the names mean. And they mean that you are mine and I am yours and I love you so much katydid."

"Darebear, you are so sweet!" I kissed him and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. I turned and saw him giving me a puppy dog pout. I asked him what was wrong and he said that I hadn't told him I loved him back. Well, I walked over and instead of telling him I showed him. We moved to the couch and kissed for who knows how long then I said, "I love you so very much Darren Everett Criss. I really, really do." He smiled and then I went to go take my shower.

This was my last full day with Darren for two weeks; we had discussed it last night and had a plan all set, but I didn't want to think about that, I'd just be sure to make this day as wonderful as possible for the both of us.

Darren's POV

This was the last full day I'd have with Catie for two weeks. Because of the storm Ryan had managed to get our flight pushed back until tomorrow afternoon and I was grateful for that extra time I didn't think I'd get. I was going to make this special. While Catie was in the bathroom taking a shower I made arrangements for the day.

It started with me calling Joe to get Alyssa's number. As it turned out he was planning something for her too. We exchanged the girls' numbers with each other and I called Alyssa, while Joe texted Catie because she wasn't going to be able to answer a call while showering. Alyssa told me that Catie loved stuffed animals and I knew from the interview that she loved monkeys like me. I had seen a Build-a-Bear Workshop in one of the malls I had gone to with Chris and Lea and decided that it would be the perfect solution to what to do when we missed each other. Hug the stuffed animal we made each other. I would be paying for them both obviously, but she would have free reign in what and how the animal was made, even though I knew she'd protest, I wrote her a note explaining this and that I had gone to get us some breakfast.

When I came back she was dry and dressed and was holding the note in her hand while reading a text, that I assumed must have been from Joe. When I walked in she ran to me and kissed me. She said it was a brilliant idea so get each other something to hold onto while we were apart. I corrected her saying that we'd be making them; I'd be "getting them." She said fine, knowing it wasn't worth it to argue about it and then grumbled that she'd get me to let her pay for something eventually. I laughed and said maybe, if she tricked me.

We ate our breakfast and then made our way to the mall to get my plan under way. We decided to make matching bears for each other, and even though I tried to tell her it was fine she wouldn't make the more expensive monkey instead. The bears were white and very soft. She picked a soft purple sweater for the one she was making and I picked an oversized red sweater for mine. We named them and then exchanged them while we were in the car. She said she chose the purple because it was her favorite color and that it reminded her of Starkid, which was where she was first exposed to my work. I gave her the one I made and said that the red represented the how passionately I was in love with her. She giggled and I explained that it was oversized because it was like a boyfriend sweater and I was her boyfriend, that and I had a sweater that looked really similar to it. So it was all the better to remember me by. She said she loved it and asked if the red just symbolized love like 12 red roses do and I said, "Yes, that while red does signify passion," she was right in her judgment that I had been being dramatic.

She hugged both bears tightly on the way home. The day had flown by and we were ordering food in for the night. We ate our food and then curled up next to each other to watch a movie on TV. Once it was over we fell asleep together and with our bears in our arms.