DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee. I am NOT making any profit out of this story. I do NOT know any of the people mentioned on this fanfiction. This story NEVER happened, it is a work of fiction. It is the result of a crazed fan daydreaming.

Warnings: rated M for language, graphic sex situations and violence.

Author Notes: 'lalala' direct thoughts; "lalalala" speech ; italics for emphasis.

CHAPTER 1 – Dancing with myself

Mark drove to Paramount, it always took some time to find a parking space near the Glee set. As he parked his car he began walking through the parking lot, that's when he saw a guy asking for directions to a security guard. He recognized the man as soon as he saw him, It was Jonathan Groff, the Broadway actor who had just been cast on Glee and Lea's best friend. Mark went to him and decided that would be as good time as any to start making friends with the guy.

"Hi there...Jonathan Groff?" he asked capturing the young man's attention. "I'm Mark Salling, one of the Gleeks" he said as he offered his hand.

"Oh, Hi. Nice to meet you...although in kind of an embarrassing situation" he said as he shook the brunette's hand "I'm lost".

"Well...be embarrassed no longer, my friend...at first, I got lost here more than I would ever admit" he said as they both laughed a little. 'He is kind of hot' Mark thought looking at the blond, not his type, but still good-looking.

"I tried to get some information from the security guard but not much light on where I should go right now" Jonathan added.

"I'll show you the place, there's got to be someone around here that knows what you are suppose to be doing" Mark said giving him a smirk.

They walked a few minutes while small talking. Mark talked about being a guitar teacher before getting cast and Jonathan talked about leaving New York to do Glee. It wasn't a long conversation before they got to the tenth shed*. There was some music coming from it, they both went to the door to see what was going on inside, maybe there was someone who could help Jonathan. The tenth shed was a big space. There was a big mirror to their right and some curtains covering the windows, more than half of the space was occupied by wood steps simulating the choir stage. In the far corner of the room across from them there was a boy dancing in front of the mirror. He was trying to get the steps right, he would make a little mistake and do it again all the while making jokes to himself about being a 'boys band reject' and 'Justin Timberlake's worst nightmare'.

"And that's Chris" Mark said with a smirk to Jonathan without never really taking his eyes out of the countertenor. That boy always cracked everyone up.

It was really funny, both Mark and Jonathan could not help but smile. Since they got to the door of the shed they inadvertently stopped talking, too focused on the scene playing in front of them. Sometimes the boy would do a little dance with his shoulder, something both men could only describe as sweet and endearing. The kid's face only added to it, it was somewhere in between the face of a girl and a boy, if Jonathan was to describe him. Although awkward in some steps, as if not comfortable doing them, his dancing was getting better by the second...well, until he tripped on the wire of one of the many stage lights that were put there to simulate the main stage, knocking the thing over. As a reflex Mark and Jonathan tried to make a run for it to keep the thing from hitting the ground, but it was too late and the heavy thing fell over with a large thud as the boy yelled:

"CRAP" looking desolated at the thing "that's why I should not be allowed to dance without adult supervision". The boy had his back to the young men but as soon as he heard them chuckle he turned around to look at them for the first time.
"witnesses...great" he said with a bit of a surprised expression. Looking directly at Jonathan who he didn't instantly recognize he spoke "Hi, you're not from Paramount security, are you?"

Jonathan could only smile at Chris's disconcerted expression "well...no. Just a fan. You WERE putting a good show there"

That made Chris' eyes go a little wider "You were watching me rehearsing?" he asked, looking from Mark to Jonathan, both young men nodding with the most innocent faces they could muster.

"You do sing and dance for a living" Mark said sarcastically.

"well, yeah, but is different when you are the only one doing it...and you are not aware that people are actually watching you do your lobster dance...well is not really a dance...what I do is more like a pathetic attempt to move somewhat to the beat of the music so some people could be fooled into believing I'm dancing" Chris was babbling. He always did that and he realized it when he looked at the raised eyebrows of both men in front of him "OK...I'm finished with my senseless and awkward babbling...ready for a normal conversation with another human being now...Hi, I'm Chris Colfer" he said smiling at Jonathan.

Mark was the first to speak "It's those damn diet cokes. That stuff still has a lot of sugar in it, you know? Mike keeps telling you to cut down before you have a sugar overdose…or talk our ears off, whatever comes first" he said jokingly earning him a glare from Chris. "This guy is a diet coke addict" he told Jonathan as he ruffled Chris hair, every time he did this Mark could not help but wonder at how soft to the touch Chris hair was, like baby hair. He looked to his eyes, they were so blue and there was this innocence about them, like a baby's eyes. 'He could play a ten year old boy and still pull it off with those eyes'. Well, that was Chris for you, as Naya put it little Crith.

As he was pondering about Chris resemblance to a toddler Mark didn't really notice but his hand descended to be boy's shoulder blades. It made Chris feel a little awkward whenever someone did a friendly gesture like this towards him, for a long time in his life no one had.

Mark's gesture, however, didn't sit particular well with Jonathan, though. Yesterday he had stayed up later than what he intended watching Glee, more specifically, watching Chris's every scene. At first he thought that the boy was sweet, cute and a really good actor, by the end of the night though he was somehow addicted to watch him on the screen, it was almost like he couldn't stop. While the blond had already decided while watching the DVD that the work place was not a place to get involved with someone and that he would NOT make a move on Chris, it somehow bothered him that he right now felt like the third wheel. So he was quick to offer his hand to shake. "Hi, I know who you are. I was watching Preggers yesterday. Really great job. I'm Jonathan Groff" the blond man said.

"Thank you so much" Chris always felt really happy with compliments, if only a bit embarrassed. It hadn't been long since people had nothing but bad things to say about him and it only meant more that the compliment was coming from a Broadway star. "Oh, I own the CD for Spring awakening. Great job. I'm a big fan of your work. I confess we were all very curious about you. Lea has been talking about you nonstop."

Now was Mark's turn to feel inexplicably left out. "Do you know where Jonathan is supposed to be? Make-up, set, studio?" he said trying to get in to the conversation.

"Oh, of course" the boy said happy to help "They must be waiting you for hair and make-up. I think we have a big group scene today. You know, they're starting you easy, to work you to the bone later". Chris said with a smirk of his own. Then proceeded to guide Jonathan to the trailers while trying to show and point to the man every place he could on the way. Mark just let Tour guide Chris take over and walked along with them.

They talked as they were walking and they kept talking as they all had their hair and make-up done, what took some time since Chris kept making them laugh driving the make-up artists insane. By the end of the process they were all pretty much friends. This made easier for the older boy to mingle with the rest of cast and crew. By lunch Jonathan knew almost everybody on set and he could not help but notice that pretty much everyone on set loved Chris. 'The little guy was just fun and pleasant to be around' the blond mused. Afternoon had them separated as Jonathan went to do some scenes with Lea, the rest of the cast went to the tenth shed to rehearse a dance routine.

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Mark always felt a deep respect for everyone involved in the show, they worked their ass off from all the cast to the last cameraman. It was night when Mark finally got off work and a lot of other cast members were still doing scenes. As he got his car keys and locked up his trailer it occurred to him to say goodbye to Chris…and the rest of his costars, of course. He told himself as he went to the set looking for the boy. Mark found him doing a scene with a few of the others. Even between the other gleeks Chris was popping to the eye, the outrageous outfits and his beautiful angel like face 'Wait...did I just think Chris had a beautiful, angel like face? I must be really tired' the mohawked brunette chuckled a little to himself, but looking closely '...well yes…ok. One cannot deny he does have a beautiful face.' But Chris had more than that, Mark realized, he had a great stage presence since, no matter whose line it was, the man found himself with his eyes glued to Chris's every reaction.

It wasn't long before they yelled cut and Mark took that chance to approach Chris before they'd begin another take.

"Hey" he said catching Chris and Amber's attention as they were talking by the snacks table."Good job dude, you were really good...you too Amber"

"Well, we didn't say much in this scene, you know…but thank you Mark" Chris said honestly.

"You are good even if you don't say a thing" the young man said without realizing it causing Chris to blush a little "Anyway, I came to say bye...I'm off for today. So, good work guys. See you tomorrow"

"Bye" Amber said simply.

"Yeah...thanks, see you tomorrow" Chris said as he watched the man turn around and go. As he tore his gaze away from the now distant form he saw Amber giving him the side eyes.

"Sweet Jesus...would you stop drooling?" his friend said, much to his surprise.

"What are you talking about? I was just saying goodbye. It's Mark, you know. Nice, quiet, big brother…ish Mark" he was a little annoyed as he saw the look of disbelief in her eyes "What?"

"Well, if you wanna look, then look but don't lie about it. That is a FINE man and I know you ain't blind, honey" she said as she walked away.

Chris followed her as he spoke "Yes, he is handsome. But you know, it is like looking at a painting...you admire and move on. It's not like I'm doing anything about it."

"If you ain't going to go for it, maybe I will". She said catching Chris off guard.

"What? Mark? Are you crazy?" the thought of Amber and Mark was really weird, incestuous and…irritating. If he was to be honest with himself Chris felt jealous.

"I know it's weird. It's just that he has always been my type…and this fame thing it does get kind of lonely sometimes, you know?" Amber said giving him a soft look as if asking for approval.

'No, I don't' he pondered and that was because Amber and him had had completely different experiences growing up. Amber, though not being popular at all on High school, had friends that she didn't get to see anymore and she had had boyfriends in the past. Chris had bullies, one-sided crushes and twice his age lunch ladies friends in his past. He knew what loneliness was alright. However, unlike Amber, right now was the time in his life he felt less lonely because he had found his first group of real friends. Then again, he shouldn't be jealous of his friends, should he? It's not like they would stop caring about him if they got together. Though the thought of it still bothered him he decided he would try his best to support his friends. 'Damn, conscience'. He just wished he had watched less after school specials so he could say screw this supportive crap to hell and demand his friend to forget the idea. "Well, since you have been talking about getting a boyfriend since, like, forever, maybe you should…just don't forget about me, ok?" he said as he followed her and tried to escape her slapping as he spoke.

"You know I'd never do that. You're stuck with me as your hag for the rest of your life" Amber said as she stopped slapping and finally just hugged him.

X~X~X~X

It was late night when Mark finally got home and he was rather surprised to coming in and find Jason sitting in the couch watching television.

"Hey" he said as he walked in "Thought you had work today"

"I did, I came back to your apartment after work thinking we could go to a bar and celebrate your first day back to Glee" the man said as he turned off the TV with the remote "But...you took your time getting here"

"Oh, sorry about that, long day of shooting" he said as he threw himself on the couch beside Jason.

"Sure that was it?" asked Jason giving him his patent incredulous smirk

"Yeah, why? Not following you dude" said Mark sighing as he put his feet on the center piece. Man, he was tired.

"Well you do spend the whole day with a bunch of hot guys and girls. Like that Naya girl, you've said yourself she is beautiful. I can imagine how someone could get distracted" Jason looked at Mark, his eyes searching the man's face.

"Man, I already told you. Yeah, there is a lot of hot people there, and yes Naya is beautiful, but we're like family. It would be just too weird." Mark said tiredly, he didn't know why his friend insisted that something was going on between him and someone from the cast. They had had this conversation before and it seemed like, for some reason, Jason believed it was impossible for Mark to work with them and not jump in the sack with any of them.

"hum" his friend didn't seemed convinced.

"What?" Mark asked annoyed.

"If you were fucking any of them you would tell me right?"

"What's the deal with you today? C'mon, you know I don't mix work and pleasure." Mark looked directly at the man as he said "and yes I'd tell you if I were to sleep with any of them"

Apparently satisfied at the answer Jason stood up "Well, I guess celebrating is out of the window. So, I'm going home."

"Sorry about that. See ya, man" as Jason left Mark closed his eyes resting his head back on the couch. Tomorrow early call again.

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*A.N: I don't know really if their rehearsal room is called the tenth shed, but that is what I understood from the interviews. If I heard wrong, please tell me.