A Beautiful Boyfriendship

Chapter Two: Sparks Start Flying

Hello my wonderful Wattpadders! Anyway, enjoy the newest addition to my little story about my favorite Glee stars.

I do not own Glee, Chris Colfer, Darren Criss (Happy early 25th bday, Darren! Whoo!), etc.; if I did, I might explode with glee (pun intended).

Boys: If you ever read this, I'm so, so sorry, do not be offended in any way, but wait--if you've read this, I will already be dead from sheer embarrassment, so who cares?

-CC

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"Darren..." I said warningly. I didn't care how handsome or talented he was, if this guy didn't get his butt out our door in less than sixty seconds--preferably fully clothed--I would kill him. It was 7:13, and Darren had to be at Paramount Studios to read with me in front of Ryan for the part of Blaine in ten minutes. It takes fifteen minutes to get to Paramount from our apartment in downtown L.A.

"Chris..." Darren whined in a high voice, mimicking me. That's it. He just crossed the line.

"Okay, buddy, didn't really want to do this, but you've left me no choice. Come on," I said as I grabbed Darren by the ankles and pulled him out of bed unceremoniously. His Harry Potter sheets tangled around his legs as he hopelessly kicked in an attempt to get away from me. I'm three inches taller than he is, and twenty pounds heavier, so he gives up quick.

"No, Chris, put me down! I don't wanna audition! Nooooooo!" he wailed as he pounded his hands on the wood floor as he slid along. I pulled Darren until I got to the door, where I briefly contemplated my situation. My hands were full with Darren, but I needed to open the door if I wanted to get Darren to my car. Hmm...maybe if I could distract Mr. Three-Year-Old-In-A-23-Year-Old's-Body here, I could let go long enough to open the door before grabbing him again. I'd have to be careful, though.

"Hey, Darren, can I ask you something?"

"Not talkin' to you," he grumbled.

"Uh, Dare, you just did."

"Oh...crap. I talk too much!" he pouted, if that's possible when someone's holding your ankles and you're lying on the floor.

"Yes, Darren, you do. Now my question...why don't you want to audition? This is an amazing opportunity for you. But when I told you, I thought you'd be jumping for joy, not telling me you aren't auditioning. Then, I had to bug you for a week to get you to film a video. Now I'm physically dragging you out the door to get you to read lines? Sheesh, Darren, if it's that important to you, you could have told me and saved us both a lot of time and trouble!" I said, starting off relatively calmly, but almost yelling by the end. Darren fell completely limp on the floor, shaking his head.

"Chris...can you let me up? I promise I won't run away. I need to tell you something, and I'd much rather do it face-to-face than face-to-floor," he said defeatedly. I dropped his ankles and followed him over to the couch. He sat down and patted the cushion next to him. I sat.

"So...you asked why I don't want to audition. Well, it's actually kind of a long story. When I met you, you were already a successful actor on Glee. and here I am, some lame nobody who posted a stupid fan-made musical on YouTube and got a couple hits." I raised my eyebrow. Lame nobody? Stupid musical? Couple hits?!? Darren obviously read my face well, so he stopped me by shaking his head.

"Okay, so maybe I exaggerated a little bit. But you got my point. You're a star. I'm not. You're famous. I'm not. You're good. I'm not-" I cut him off.

"Darren, if this is just going to be a little pity speech about how much better I am than you, shut up now. First of all, you are a wonderful actor and singer. Secondly, I asked you a question, and I want an answer. Don't I deserve at least that much?" I said heatedly. Darren sighed.