After collecting his car, Chris headed home. His brain was all over the place and he felt like he was going to burst. Plus his face was getting sore...he'd been smiling a whole lot more recently for some reason...

Dropping his bag in the hallway, he headed to his room finding Brian curled up on his pillow. "Hey boy. Guess what? I had coffee. With a boy" Chris tickled between Brians ears and he woke up, making his "morning" noise. "Aw hey buddy. As I was saying. Coffee. With a boy. And he asked if I sing in the shower... jealous?" If he was, Brian didn't show it. He stretched, stood up, and jumped off the bed. His activity caused Chris' phone to fall off the edge of the bed where it had been sitting.

Retrieving it from the ground, he noticed he had a message. From Darren. His heart sped up a little as he opened it, nervous/excited about what it would say.

"Hey Christopher :P"

Christopher!? Ok, so he needed to not call him that. Weirdly enough, Chris' face still lit up into a cheshire cat grin.

"Hey ... um... Darrenpher?" he typed, hitting send

"Nope. Doesn't work ;P Whatcha doin?"

Was he seriously just texting to see what he was doing? And what was with all the tongues? Chris started thinking about Darrens tongue. He'd often caught himself staring at his eyes, and his mouth. His lips were also a favourite. But his tongue...that lead his mind somewhere completely different...Snapping him out of his daydream, his phone went off again.

"You didn't answer my question earlier. Do you sing in the shower? I just gotta know!"

"Darren. I'm a theatre geek. What do you think?"

"I knew it :) What's your go to song? I've had "Soul sister" stuck in my head for like a week!"

Chris couldn't help but laugh. What WAS his go to song?! It varied so much depending on his mood. Although Katy Perry had been featuring a lot quite recently...

"I dunno...depends on what mood I'm in I guess...anything from Wicked, Top 40, classics, anthems...occasionally stuff from AVPM...;)..."

He could picture Darrens face as he read that. Chris was pretty sure Darren still didn't believe that he knew his "other life". So he decided to show off...just a little...

"Can't take all of these muggles, but despite all of my struggles, I'm still aliiiiiiiiiive...;P"

Hitting send, he waited. He didn't have to wait long.

"1 NEW MULTIMEDIA MESSAGE"

Grinning, he opened the picture and found Darrens face. Staring straight into the camera, eyes and mouth wide open in a look of shock. Mouth. Eyes. Mouth...

"Christopher. You have to be shitting me. You can't text stuff like that!"

"Well why the hell not? I told you I loved that show! What's the problem?"

"Because now I have images in my head that make me a little...uncomfortable."

Um. What now?! Chris' hands got sweaty all of a sudden. What did he mean by that?

"Images?!"

"Yes. Of showers. And you. Singing my song"

Um...WHAT?! Was Darren actually picturing Chris in the shower. No. He wasn't. Chris, don't be an idiot. And if he was, he was only uncomfortable because the image was so disturbing, right?!

Chris had no idea how to reply to that text. Luckily he didn't have to. His phone started ringing.

Darren.

"Hey Darren" Chris' voice came out a lot higher pitched than he expected. Awesome.

"Hey Chris" Darren mocked him, squeaking the words out.

"Goober. Whats up?"

He could hear Darren pause on the other end of the phone.

"You didn't text me back. I got lonely, so I thought I'd call you. Whatcha doin?"

"Darren! You texted me like 2 minutes ago!"

"So...watcha doin?" Chris could hear the smile in his voice.

"You seriously have the shortest attention span of anyone I've ever met. I find it intriguing...I've pretty much been home for like a half hour. And I've been talking to my cat. And texting you...but apparently not fast enough?"

"Do you wanna come over and watch a movie? I'm so bored man. This apartment sucks"

"Why does it suck?"

"Cos no ones here"

"Valid point"

"So you'll come over?"

Chris sighed. He was beginning to learn that if Darren wasn't being an excitable labrador puppy, he was being a needy labrador puppy.

"Flick me your address and I'll pop over. But don't forget we're filming tomorrow!"

And he was bouncing again. Did Darren realise Chris couldn't actually see him?!

"Totally awesome. Oh man, I just quoted myself, didn't I?"

Chris couldn't help but laugh as Darren ended the call. Less than a minute later (freak of nature much!?) Chris received a text with Darrens address. It wasn't too far away. Grabbing the bag he had barely just put down, and informing Brian where he was going, he headed down to his car.

...

Pulling up outside Darrens, he couldn't help but feel nervous. His phone had been going off for the whole drive, and he slowly flicked through the 6 messages (SIX?! It was a 15 minute drive!)

"Have you left yet?"

"Are you on your way?"

"I guess you're driving"

"You want popcorn? I'm making popcorn"

"Chriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis"

"I'm eating your popcorn..."

As he laughed at the messages, a window above him opened.

"CHRIS!"

Of course. Darren must have been waiting by the window.

"I'LL BUZZ YOU UP!"

Heading to the door, he waited for the buzz and started to head up the stairs.

He was greeted halfway by Darren. He had a handful, and a mouthful, of popcorn and his hair was a state already-he must have washed the gel out as soon as he got home from the set this afternoon. Chris had to admit, the scruffy look was growing on him.

"Welcome to Casa De Criss!" he laughed, as he led Chris though to the lounge and sat down on the couch. "Hey man, I just wanted to apologise for what happened on set today. I seriously couldn't stop laughing. I never realised how hard it was to say the word "Gay" so many times in one take! I think Ryan was testing me!"

Chris laughed as he sat down on the armchair opposite Darren. He could swear he saw Darrens smile twitch just a little when he realised he wasn't going to sit next to him. Darren jumped up, and ran into the kitchen. He came back with a bowl of popcorn in one hand(or, at least, a quarter of a bowl of popcorn...) and his other hand behind his back. He had a huge grin on his face.

"Close you eyes!"

Chris started to ask why but Darren just shouted "SHH! Just close your eyes!"

Chris closed his eyes"

"Ok. Now, keep them closed and reach out your hand"

He could hear Darren hopping from one foot to the other in excitement. He reached out his hand and touched something cold. He felt a cold weight being placed into his open palm.

"Ok...open!"

On opening his eyes, Chris was greeted by a ridiculously happy Darren and a can of Diet Coke.

"It's diet coke! You know, cos you asked me to stock my trailer, then I got a 6 pack and sent you that text saying I had a 6 pack of DCs? Then I re-read my text and realised that my INITIALS were DC! And then I thought you might think I was giving you my six pack. Then I realised I don't even HAVE a 6 pack!" Darren paused for effect, giving his best sad face, and taking his first breath since he got started.

"But then I forgot to tell you how funny I thought it was, so I've now told you and TADA! Diet coke!"

Chris sat there with his mouth open for a second or two, before bursting out laughing.

"What?! What's so funny?"

"Oh Darren..that would be you" he laughed. "And thanks for the coke. I appreciate it" Chris smiled up at Darren, who returned it full force and sat down on the arm of Chris' chair.

"So...what movie do you wanna watch? Disney? Or something romantic and cheesy?"

Chris smiled again ( ) and told Darren to pick. He jumped up, grabbed a DVD off the shelf, and popped it in. He flumped down onto the couch then pouted.

"Chris, do you think...would you wanna come sit over here? I like to talk about whats going on in the movie and you're soooooooo far away!"

Chris felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and walked over to the couch, sitting next to Darren. The opening credits popped up on screen and Chris recognised the movie straight away. Moulin Rouge. One of his go to movies. However crappy a day he'd had, something about Ewan McGregor standing on top of a giant elephant, singing "Come What May", always seemed to cheer him up. Grinning, he relaxed into the couch a little more.

Throughout the film, both he and Darren would hum along to parts of songs, and he was sure Darren caught him looking at him on more than one occasion. But he didn't say a word.

When the end credits rolled, Darren sniffed. Chris shot around and stared at him. His eyes were red.

"Are you CRYING?!"

Darren sniffed again.

"No way man! I have allergies!"

"Allergies that only kick in after, like, Chapter 30 of the DVD?" Chris grinned at him.

Darren picked up the cushion next to him and threw it at Chris.

"Real mature Darren..."

"Why thank you". He grinned at Chris. "You want some more of my six pack?"

Chris nearly bit his tongue in shock. Then he realised what he was talking about. Darren must have noticed Chris' face, and it seemed to amuse him.

"Nice face Colfer. So...another coke?" he smirked.

"Funny. I shouldn't. I should probably go. You know what tomorrow is, don't you?"

Darren looked pensive. Chris could swear he actually heard his brain cogs turning as he tried to work out what tomorrow was. Other than the day after today.

"It's the big day Darren! Number one...my "Dad" (he used his fingers to make the speech marks) is marrying "Finns Mom"!"

Darren smiled. He knew "Furt" was a big episode for Chris. One that he sadly wouldn't be featuring in, so he hadn't even seen the script.

"Oh yeah! I heard rumours about that! That's gonna be totally...I mean...that'll be awesome! Just plain awesome. Nothing else. Honest" Darren winked at Chris. Chris' brain went into overdrive.

"So, that's number one...what else is happening tomorrow?" He asked. He was starting to realise how much he hated being out of the loop with scripts and plots.

Chris' face went completely straight. Not a hint of a smile.

"Well, Darren-slash-Blaine...tomorrow...Kurt is leaving the Glee Club. They measured me for my blazer today in between takes."

Darrens jaw hit the floor. "You're...you're joining Dalton?"

"No, Darren. Kurt is..."

"Yeah, but...you're joining Dalton?! Does this mean...does this mean I'm sticking around? They're not gonna fire me?"

Chris laughed. "I don't think they're gonna fire you Darren. Have you been online recently? Ever since the video of you performing Teenage Dreams leaked on YouTube, the fans have gone insane!"

He pulled out his phone and loaded the video. Shit. He hoped Darren didn't see that he had it saved to his favourites. That would be interesting to explain...

"HOW many views?! 1,136,616 views?! That can't be right?!"

"It's right" said Chris. Although he couldn't promise that 876 of them hadn't been him. Watching it. Over and over again.

"Can you play it? Please? I haven't even seen it yet!" Darren asked, scooching closer to Chris and leaning over his shoulder.

"Sure" Chris squeaked, his voice becoming high pitched at the closeness of Darren. Awesome

Hitting play, Chris watched as Darrens eyes lit up. Had he seriously not watched this back yet?!

Darrens head bopped in time to the music, as Chris blushed, watching "Kurt" blush and figit as he watched "Blaine" perform. Sometimes, Chris loved being an actor. An excuse for everything.

"This is awesome man! It's so trippy! I'm on your phone! And...awww! Look at Kurts face there! He's so smitten already! And Blaines all like 'Don't ever look back' and preppy! This is frikkin awesome!"

Chris shifted in his seat, slightly uncomfortable to have Darren so close to him talking like that about "Kurt and Blaine" when all he could think was something completely different.

He hadn't been acting at all.