Never Let Me Go: A StarKid Fanfic

Chapter 3

"Ha! I told you we'd come back!" I taunted, "I. Told. You!"

It was the 4th quarter, and the Steelers had scored yet another touchdown, making the score 17-14 with only two minutes left. We had the ball too, after recovering it from a fumble, so it looked like I was going to get my kiss.

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that, Princess," he said, smiling smugly, "If I know the Steelers, they'll find some way to fuck this up."

"You know you can stop calling me Princess," I said lightly, "I do have a name."

He looked at me expectantly, his gorgeous topaz eyes piercing my brown ones. It almost wasn't natural for eyes that beautiful to look into eyes as boring as mine. We were our own juxtaposition.

"Bernadette," I said finally, "My name's...Bernadette."

"Bernadette," he repeated, "That is a beautiful name. I'm-"

"OH MY GOD IT'S DARREN CRISS!"

Holy fuck, that scared the shit out of me. A few blonde haired twenty-somethings scurried up to him, giggling giddily.

"Hi, can we have you autograph?" the tallest one squealed. I pretended not to notice and took another swig of my beer.

"And number?" the second one chimed, followed by a nervous laugh from the third one.

"Quiet, Amy, you look desperate," the first one said harshly, elbowing the second hard in the arm.

Darren smiled lightly and scrawled his signature onto three separate slips of paper. This almost seemed...natural for him. Like he had done this so many times it was almost second nature, a reflex.

"Here you go," he said lightly, "See ya around." He gave a small wink to them, and they waved goodbye, their smiles wide and excited.

"What the hell was that about?" I asked, completely thrown off by the display I had just witnessed.

"What do you mean?"

"Why did they ask you for you're autograph?" I clarified.

"Well, they probably watch Glee," he said, smirking, "That's my best guess."

"Wait, you were on Glee," I said. Not so much as a question, but as a statement. How could I not place him? I used to watch Glee all the time.

"Who do you play?" I asked, still confused.

"Blaine," he said. I gave him a puzzled look. He stared blankly at me.

"Kurt's boyfriend," he sighed. Still nothing.

"Sorry, I'm a little behind on my episodes," I confessed, "I'm sure you're great though."

"Yes!" he exclaimed, "Interception!"

I spun around and glared at the TV. Some defender I hadn't bothered learning the name of dodged each and every Steeler, weaving in and out as he made his way past the 30, the 20, the 10, and finally made it into the end zone. My eyes darted to the clock. 00:00. We had lost 20-17, which meant I didn't get my kiss. I deflated and turned toward Darren.

"Well, a deal's a deal," I said, hopping off the bar stool and grabbing my purse, "I'll see you tomorrow I guess."

"Yes," he said smugly, "Yes you will."

"Just promise me you're friends aren't some psycho gang or something," I said, looking back at him one more time.

He laughed a cute little laugh that made my stomach twist in excitement.

"I promise."