Chapter 28 – All You Need
In which there’s nothing you can sing that can’t be sung…
…
Chris smiled to himself as he watched Kurt and Blaine gallop away on Rum Chocolate Soufflé. He’d always been a sucker for fairytale endings.
Which got him thinking… Could Kurt be right? Had Sue been lying? Was it possible that Darren really did have feelings for him, after all?
The faint strains of guitar music came wafting through the forest. Chris turned to see Darren approaching. He’d apparently disobeyed the royal physician, gotten out of bed, borrowed a guitar from King Sam, and now here he was, playing an original song that Chris recognized from his EP.
Say, wasn't that a funny day?
Gee you had a funny way, a way about you
A kind of glow of something new
Darren strode right up to Chris as he sang.
Sure, I'll admit that I'm the same
Another sucker for a game kids like to play
And the rules we like to use
Giving Chris a speculative look, he began the chorus.
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel for you?
Chris swallowed hard, hoping against hope that this meant what he longed for it to mean.
The sun, telling me the night is done
Well I refuse to let it stop our fun
Close your eyes, we'll make it dark again
Chris watched, transfixed, as Darren’s gaze dropped to his lips.
And kiss, there's a thought so how 'bout this?
Let's pretend that both our lips are made of candy
After all we need sweets every now and then
At that line, Darren had the nerve to wink.
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel?
Don't you want the way I feel for you?
Chris could feel himself swaying on legs that suddenly didn’t seem to want to hold him up.
Well here we are two strangers in a very different place
Who knows what will happen to us next?
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The Land of Stories: Gleefully Ever After
FanfictionChris Colfer, bestselling author of The Land of Stories, finds himself (along with Darren Criss, who is unwittingly responsible for this perplexing state of affairs) transported into the world of his imagination…with a few Gleeful differences.
