Gleeful Grace - A Darren Criss Fanfic

Debut

Third Person P.O.V

Darren was in a bad mood. It was Thursday evening and even though he was free, Lindsey was not. It was her episode debut night and some of the execs at Fox had taken her and few other newbies out for a private screening. It was like Fox tradition, he smiled as he remembered his. Teenage Dream would always have a special place in his heart.
The smile soon disappeared and was replaced by an intense desire to see his secret girlfriend. He had not seen her since that perfect lazy Sunday, they didn't even leave the bedroom apart from toilet breaks and food. Something stirred inside him as he recalled the feel of her smooth fingertips up his arms and her soft lips on his body. She was like his drug and he needed her so much. They had been texting and had called each other a couple of times but it wasn't enough for him. And he was leaving for New York the next day for the entire weekend.
“Arrgh’ he cried out in frustration as he punched the cushion beside him. The apartment buzzer rang. He exhaled deeply and went to answer it.
“Young Chord sir’ the doorman announced
Darren rubbed his hand across his forehead. This was all he needed.
“Sure”
Chord appeared a few moment later, he looked like he had come from the gym, freshly showered wearing an Nike track suit.
“Hey man” he said, he dropped his bag in the hall and went through to the lounge, he jumped over the back of the couch and landed on it.
“Hey” Darren said, he followed him and sat on the giant bean bag he had pulled out from his bedroom to play video games with.
“You forgot didn't you?” Chord accused, a smile lifting on one side on his mouth
“Ummm……forgot....?” Darren wracked his brains
“We arranged this on Tuesday, to get together to watch the big debut” chord made jazz hands when he said that causing Darren to smile involuntary. Chord had such a unique way of cheering people up, even though he wasn’t aware that they needed to.
“oh right” Darren remembered the conversation vaguely when they were both in make up, although he was exchanging texts with Lindsey at this point so wasn't really paying attention.
“We can leave it, if your not in the mood?” Chord sat up
Darren's face softened.
“Nah man it's cool, sorry I'm just whacked, long week” He switched on the TV and went over to the kitchen to get some snacks. The show was on in fifteen minutes. He may not be able to see her in the flesh, but at least he can see her on TV. Albeit a little awkward because Chord was going to be sat next to him.
After a few minutes everything was set out on the coffee table. There wasn't long now before it started.
“So, I haven't had chance to ask, how are you now, after everything with Lindsey?” Darren asked, as he fiddled with a chip packet. He hoped Chord didn't notice the hopeful tone in his voice.
Chord sighed
“Dude, I can totally be ok with being her friend. But I tell you, when we kissed o  set the other day I would of given anything for everyone to dissolve away and just leave the two of us there” Chords eyes shone with the memory of how good it felt to kiss her.
A knot formed in Darren's stomach at Chord's words.
“But didn't you spend the night with some girl at Lee's party?” Darren reminded him
Chord smiled knowingly before he shifted uncomfortably.
“Yeah, and before you ask I am not saying who that was….look I'm not gonna lie…I'm still have feelings for Lindsey but she has made it clear that we are just friends so friends we shall be….and Im a man at the end of the day….we have needs” Chord winked as took the potato chips off Darren and proceeded to shovel them in his mouth.
‘Ain't that the truth’ Darren thought, that familiar ache returning. He felt a little deflated after the conversation. Darren was hoping too hear that this mystery girl had rocked Chord’s world and he had totally forgotten about his feelings for Lindsey. Looks like they would have to keep quiet for longer than they thought.
His thoughts were interrupted by the start of the show, after a few minutes of Sue Sylvester voicing over in her usual comedic way, there she was, walking down the halls of McKinley, in white knee high socks, a floaty blue skirt that rested above her knees and a cream blouse with a blue cardigan over the top. Her long brown hair curled around her body perfectly, bright blue eyes so prominent that Darren stopped breathing for a second. He pulled out his phone and punched out a text.
“Lindsey, I miss you so much xxx”