Chris was feeling proud of himself. Not only had he had a full conversation with Darren without stuffing up, he'd also managed to sneak in a little flirting. Ok, if you could call telling someone to buy more Diet Coke flirting. But for Chris...it was most definitely flirting. It had actually suprised him-how easy he'd found it to keep his cool. Darren was so laid back he was almost horizontal, which made working with him a relative breeze.

A couple weeks later, Chris was lying on his bed reading through the latest script for the next episode "The Substitute". He almost choked on his tongue when he read that Gwyneth Paltrow was guest starring. How the hell did they pull that off?!

Skimming through the script, he sees a scene with Kurt, Blaine and Mercedes in Breadstix. "So he's seeing Blaine outside of office hours, huh?" he thought to himself. He'd cornered Ryan last week about what may or may not be happening between Blaine and Kurt. Notoriously tight lipped, Ryan held his ground and smiled. "That, my dear, is up to the fans. I still don't know if I see Blaine as a love interest or simply a mentor. I just can't be sure. But, y'know, he's pretty cute in the mean time, isn't he!" Chris had blushed, and muttered "so I guess we'll just have to wait and see" before scurrying down the hall.

The script looked good and he was excited to get started tomorrow morning. Stretching out on the bed, his fingers touched Brians fur. Brian miaowed, not impressed at being woken up and Chris couldn't help but ruffle up his fur and talk to him in a baby voice. It was a bad habit he was trying to break.

Checking his watch, he realised it was almost 9pm. Sitting himself up, he went to move off the bed to get things ready for the morning. His phone beeped, making him jump. Reaching to his desk he looked at the number that the new message had come from. A number he didn't recognise. Intrigued, he hit "Open".

"Hey Chris. Really hope you don't mind, but Lea gave me your number. Is that ok? D"

D...surely it couldn't be Darren? But who else did he and Lea both know, who didn't have his number already? His phone flashed again.

"Shit. By D I mean Darren. Criss. The weirdo who you are probably blocking right now..."

Chris couldn't help but grin at this message. He made himself comfortable on the bed once again, saved Darrens number into his phone, and started a new message.

"Hey Darren Criss ;) Trust Lea-she's never been fond of cell phone numbers being private...you read the new script?"

Chris felt like a teenager all over again. Willing his cell to go off. And it did. But it was ringing. And Darrens name was flashing up on the screen. Shit shit shit. He could play cool by text, but his voice always gave him away-the more nervous he got the squeakier it became.

"Hello?"

"Chris! It's you! The system works!"

"Hey Darren. Hows things?"

"Good man, good! Listen, yes I have. Read it. The script that is. Obviosuly...anyway, what are you up to right now? I haven't stocked my mini bar as such, but I have a 6 pack of DCs with your name on"

"DCs Darren? Really?"

"Yes. DCs. And yes. Really. So, you wanna read this script through with me or what? Thinking about it..where are you right now?"

"I'm at home, its 9pm on a school night. Where are you?"

"Shit man. I'm also at home. And I've just realised I don't know where your home is anyway. Sad Darren"

Chris could swear he could HEAR him pouting on the phone. "Well how about we meet tomorrow morning for a coffee instead? We could run lines?"

He was pretty sure Darren had started bouncing...Labrador. Definitely a Labrador.

"Really?! That's awesome man. Starbucks, just around the corner from set. 10am? I'm buying"

"Sounds good to me Darren. I'll see you there tomorrow"

Chris couldn't help but grin at how excited Darren sounded. Hanging up the phone, Chris noticed Brian staring at him. He looked unimpressed. "What the hell is your problem? Am I not allowed human friends?!" Brian just looked away. "Miserable cat"

As Chris crawled into bed a couple hours later, he noticed a message on his phone. A picture message. Opening it, he saw a picture of Darren's ridiculously smiley face holding a mug of what he assumed was coffee. Being the nerd he was, he appeared to have Sharpied the word "STARBUCKS" onto the now not-so-white mug.

He texted back a picture of Brians grumpy face, with the words "Brian is sad that he can't drink coffee, but Chris will see you tomorrow"

After hitting "Send" he immediately regretted it. He realised how much he sounded like the crazy cat lady.

Darrens response was almost

"Well tell Brian that humans can enjoy a lot more than cats. And not just coffee dates"

Chris stopped breathing. He wasn't sure if it was the word "Dates" (Which he was clearly reading into), or the apparent promise of more to come.

Chris hastily replied "Brian wanted me to tell you that he has many pleasures in life. Moths. Rolls of celloptape. Hair balls. He wanted me to tell you that he has decided he doesn't need your coffee. But I do, so I'll see you tomorrow ;)"

Nice move Colfer. He mentally patted himself on the back and hit "Send"

Mere seconds later (How fast did that boy text?!) his phone lit up again.

"Well, tell Brian I'm glad his daddy isn't a cat. I'd look weird reading lines alone in Starbucks ;) Goodnight guys :)"

So that was that. He'd come out to Darren as the crazy cat lady, and they were still meeting in the morning to go over lines. He looked over at Brian. "You see that Brian? That's why I'm not a cat. I get to have coffee". Why he felt it necessary to prove his point to a cat was another story completely.