Hey Soul Sister! (A Darren Criss Fanfiction)

Dream A Little Dream of Me (Dance the Rumba Until We Die)!

After the most sweetest and wonderful date, I start having a strange dream about Darren. Let me set the scene for you. We are getting ready to dance the night away. We are both dressed as if we are from the 1920s or the musical, Chicago. I am dressed in a shimmery navy blue and gray flapper dress (It almost looks like Grace Coolidge's inaugural gown), my hair is curled and is fashioned into a fancy Bob, and I have a grayish blue feather around my head. Then Darren begins to break out into song. We dance in waltz, but we aren't exactly gliding as we had during our date.
This song, I don't think is real. It is apparently called, "Dance the Rumba Until We Die". What my brain comes up with? Darren looks spiffy in a black tux or suit, his bow tie matches my shimmery blue dress, and wears a white button dress shirt under the blazer of the suit\tux.
I join in at some parts, only the harmony part, though. After the chorus, spotlights reveal other partners dancing. That's when Darren begins twirling me around, dipping me, and spinning me in and out from his chest. Occasionally, I'd pose with one arm up and the other in front of me. Darren and I also did tricks, for example, he'd carry me over his shoulders. Another dance move included dipping me under his legs and bringing me up to my feet again. Through it all, I am either beaming what looks like a fake smile or a normal, calm face. Why am I dreaming this? That's all I can think.
The dream ends when the song goes out with a " BANG!" and Darren stops dancing, frozen in end dip. I wake up abruptly and all confused. I lay in my bed, flat on my back, eyes wide open, and comprehending my dream even more. I get up to heat up some milk and I sit in my kitchen. I look to my living room clock that's in front of the TV, it says it is 2:30. I'd only slept two hours...I couldn't believe that back in my home state, it is eleven thirty. I didn't really know what to do, I am tired, but feeling restless now. I then hear my cell phone ding. It was sent an hour before I went to bed, but I am only getting it now. It is from Darren.
I know I said this already, but I had such a good time with you tonight! You dressed and made-up so beautifully, I thought you had to be from a vision of ecstasy! You're such a radiant and talented young woman, I've had the pleasure of getting to know, to work with, and maybe to love (when you're ready). I can't sleep because I have so many songs about you raging through my mind! I actually don't want to sleep because I don't want it to end! Even though, I would like to dream about you, Q...Maybe you'll dream a little dream of me?! Can't wait to see you tomorrow! I know you're not ready, but I have to say this...I love you and good night, beautious Quinn!- Darren
My heart is all a flutter now. I truly think I am in love with Darren Criss. I drink my warm milk, thinking of him. I go to sleep while listening to slow ballads with Darren on my mind once more.

Meanwhile....Darren is having a close to identical dream that Quinn just had....With some slight differences

Da Difs:
#1: Darren is not singing most of the song, Quinn is.
#2: Quinn is singing, "Dream a Little Dream of Me"
#3: Darren has a silver bow tie instead of a shimmery blue one.
#4: Quinn has a bright, shimmery flapper dress that seems to be all chords.
#5: I know I could've included this one in the last difference, but I decided to go with five...Quinn has a white feather around her head.
Other than those five differences, the dream is a twin of Quinn's.
Darren fell asleep writing songs at the desk where the piano is. It begins the way Quinn's does, in silence. Then a jazz music sound starts playing. Quinn begins the song of "Dream a Little Dream of Me", it is the Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong duet. They actually glide along the dance floor in this version of the dream. Darren and Quinn broke apart to dance by themselves. Quinn dances like a flapper, with silver chords flying everywhere. Then they go back to partner dancing. It ends the same way Quinn's dream had. Also like Quinn, Darren awakes abruptly.
" What the hell?" he says feeling confusion. Darren thinks it was a cool dream, but why the 1920s? Quinn even looked good as flapper...He now knew what she'd look like if she were one. Darren gets up, he heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He then changes into pajamas. Which truly is just long pajama pants and a muscle top. Darren decides to play through a new song he'd written for Quinn on piano. He didn't have all the lyrics figured out yet, but he decided to see if he could put it together. Darren just hums the lyrics that aren't set in stone. He'd discovered a new muse to write about and had fallen in love with.
He could see Quinn leaning by the piano, grinning at him. After playing, Darren rushes to his bed, he'd fall asleep at the piano if that wasn't done. For long moments, Darren lays flat on his back, never wavering his gaze from the ceiling. When his eyes began to flutter, Quinn came singing and dancing in his imagination. The thought of her singing lulls him to sleep. Once his eyes close, they don't open until the morning hours.