Glee rpf| Like primal music (1/9)

Aug 09, 2012 17:04

Cold air slaps him in the face as he climbs out of the cab; after having paid the driver Chris stands on the pavement taking in the building in front of him. Most of the windows are alight, gleaming yellow in the night air; he wonders if it is normal to feel so small. Back in Clovis everything was too tight, the school’s corridors, the buildings along the streets always seemed to close down on him.

Since he was fourteen he has always dreamed of a place where it would be easier to breathe, to be himself, with his dreams and his hopes, without people looking at him as if he was wrong, as if he wasn’t going to make it anywhere.

But standing in front of NYU’s dorms he feels exactly like the boy who spent his nights dreaming of becoming a great writer in exchange for the days of trying to survive, letting the insults slide over him.

He takes a deep breath and grips the handle of his suitcase a bit tighter. It isn’t the moment to be scared. This is his new beginning and he certainly can’t spend it standing like an idiot in the middle of the street.

*

He checks the room number he quickly wrote on the palm of his hand while he was checking in and lifts his gaze to the door. There is a small tag hung under the number 220; the girl at the desk downstairs told him that he was supposed to write his name on it. Chris moves closer to read the name already looking at him from the small piece of paper.

Darren Criss

He swallows. The idea of sharing a room with someone he doesn’t know makes him nervous. He has always lived with his family and back in high school he has never been really close to anyone. It was easier to be on his own, to spend his lunch breaks scribbling snippets of stories on whichever piece of paper available. And now he is supposed to share such a small space with this Darren. What if he is a jerk? What if this Darren hates him? And, really, it isn’t as though Chris has ever cared much about what other people thought of him, but he really wants college to be special, he wants to be happy here, as he hasn’t been allowed to be before.

He shakes his head and holds his breath as he knocks.

There’s no reply and Chris’s fingers are already on the handle when the door opens. Chris finds himself staring right into a pair of hazel eyes, huge and sparkling under a cascade of dark curls. He blinks.

“You must be Chris, right? I’m Darren!”

Chris nods and lowers his gaze to the boy’s mouth; his lips are stretched in a wide grin.

“They told me you were going to arrive tonight! C’mon let me show your new home.”

Home.

The word keeps mulling around in his head as Chris follows a bouncing Darren inside the room. He almost stumbles right into him as Darren stops abruptly and turns towards him, an expectant expression on his face.

“I really hope we’ll manage to get along well, you know? My last roommate was quite a psychopath, but you seem like a really nice guy and I promise I’ll try not to make too much of a mess in the mornings when I’m getting ready for class and not play my guitar too late at night and…”

Chris laughs. It bubbles up from somewhere deep inside of him, dissipating the worry and anxiety that has kept him company throughout the day since he got on the plane.

“Well, I at least I’m not making you cry, right?”

“Oh, I hope I didn’t offend you, I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just…”

“Yeah, I know I tend to behave like an overexcited puppy sometimes.”

Darren grins and Chris can’t help grinning back. It’s weird how he already feels at his around his new roommate.

“I’ll leave you to the amenable task of unpacking then. Mind if I play a bit?”

“Of course not. Please act as if I’m not here.”

Darren quirks an eyebrow.

“But the whole point of me being an overenthusiastic puppy is that you’re finally here!”

Chris hopes he is not blushing too much even though he feels his cheeks on fire.

He starts unpacking his books and clothes as Darren plays. Chris smiles when he recognizes the song as “I’ll make a man out of you” from Mulan. He feels a new kind of warmth spreading through him at the thought that maybe he has found a new friend already.

Part 2

like primal music, chapter, genre: angst, genre: au, rating: pg-13, chris colfer, genre: romance, rpf, darren criss

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