Candles
*Author :KelseyFilip
*Title :Candles
*Pairing : Chris Colfer/Darren Criss
*Rating :pg-13 for cuss words
*Warning(s):angst, Violence, mention of abuse( by third party)
*summary: Darren gets an unexpected wakeup call that changes his life forever.
*Authors note: So, I feel like I could have written this way better. (It sounded so much better in my head as I plotted it out) (And the ending feels rushed) but *shrugs*.
*Authors note 2: Here’s a quick one-shot, my first attempt at writing Darren/Chris. (Does this count as the prompt break??)
*Authors note 3: All criticism is welcome, so feel free to tell me this sucks. Ha-ha.
*Authors note 4: Of course I don’t own Glee, or Darren Criss and Chris Colfer. I do not know them, and I do not know a Shane either (he was totally made up) I came up with this as I lay in bed suffering from insomnia. None of this happened, it’s all fictional! Lastly Im a poor college student, so please don’t sue!
*Ps. Title is from the song Candles by Hey Monday (I totally didn’t even purposely base this off that song. But as I was listening to my ITunes for a title, and this song just seemed to fit. Ha-ha)
Candles
Darren is dreaming. (At least he thinks he’s dreaming) that he’s back in Ann Arbor performing’ A Very Potter Musical’ onstage with his friends. Darren is in the middle of performing “The Dragon Song”, his hair once again long and curly; his big thick glasses making him the perfect harry Potter. But, here’s the thing that makes Darren think he’s dreaming; Instead of the lyrics pouring out his lips, every time he opens his mouth he hears a loud knocking sound, Like someone knocking on a heavy wooden door. Darren (or maybe dream Darren?) looks around confused, but the audience and his friends onstage don’t seem to notice and the performance goes on as planned, just like nothing is wrong. When Malfoy turns into a giant wooden door, a large silhouette appearing out of thin air and starts knocking on the door Malfoy turned into, Darren knows he’s dreaming and wakes up with a gasp.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
Jumping embarrassingly high in the air, Darren realizes the knocking haunting his dreams, are in fact still happening in real life. Groaning inwardly, Darren rolls over rubbing his tired eyes and glares at the blaring red numbers on his alarm clock.
‘Who was knocking on his door at three in the morning anyways?’ Darren half considered just rolling over and going back to sleep, but that would be rude and it had to be important if someone was trying to reach him at 3 in the morning anyway. With a sigh, (realizing the knocking isn’t going to stop and he had to leave his nice warm bed) he slowly sits up and swings his legs over the edge, Wobbling unsteadily on his feet as he headed towards the door.
Silently opening the door, (his eyes still blurry with sleep), he’s surprised to see his co-worker Chris Colfer (dressed in a tee-shirt and plaid pj bottoms, his arm raised mid knock, and wet tears running down his perfect porcelain skin).
“Chris?” Darren finally rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and gasps, noticing a large purple bruise forming on the younger’s( usually flawless) cheek, his eyes widen considerably as he gasps out;
“Oh my god! ” Darren silently ushers the slightly taller man into his apartment, leading him to the couch before taking a seat next to the shaken young man. Silence stretches between the two, a silent elephant in the room. Finally;
“He hit me” the words are so quiet, Darren barely catches them, barely a whisper in the already quiet room. Chris is still crying, his eyes downcast, refusing to look at Darren. Chris nervously rings his hands together
‘Something to do other then face (his crush, his mentor, his best friend) with the truth’ Chris thinks miserably. The slight movement reveals purple/black finger prints imprinted into the underside of Chris’s wrist. Darren gasps out a "Fuck" and Chris tries to quickly hide his damaged wrist, (but it’s too late) as Darren’s head swims with anger, wondering where else Chris’s perfect porcelain skin was scarred.
“Chris, what happened?” Darren asked silently, his eyes begging, But Chris is still refusing to meet Darren’s eyes as He holds his bruised wrist protectively in his hand, the sobs still wrecking his small frame.
“…Chris” when the younger still doesn’t answer, Darren pulls his friend protectively in his arms, holding him and letting Chris cry freely. Darren feels his own eyes water, and hopes the hug explains everything Darren is feeling, explain everything he's ever felt towards the young man as he holds him protectively in his arms, and close to his heart. Lost in his own thoughts, Darren barely hears it when Chris does speak up.
“I planned a romantic dinner, made the food from scratch from my mom’s cookbook, even lit candles and laid everything out on the balcony of our apartment (overlooking the cityscape). But, when he came home from work, he actually had the nerve to be mad that I didn’t consult him on my surprise and informed me that he had plans with his friends that he fully intended to go to.” Darren once again cursed under his breath, his fists clenching as he knew exactly who Chris was talking about. No one on set participially liked Shane, but, they saw how madly in love Chris was with him and refused to hurt their friends feelings by speaking up, hoping Chris would realize what an ass Shane was by himself. So far, that hasn’t happened, (much to everyone’s dismay).
Chris sat up, untangling himself from Darren’s arms and looked into Darren’s eyes for the first time since he entered the apartment. Chris signed, but no longer cried, as he gained some composure and continued with his story, his voice no longer a whisper.
“He came home drunk at two in the morning. Of course I was asleep and all the candles were long ago melted down to puddles”
Darren laughed (despite the depressing vibe in the room) as Chris mentioned the candles. Chris always was a hopeless romantic and Darren’s heart fell that much more knowing that Chris’s romantic dinner went to waste.
“He, he wanted …” Chris’s voice cracked before falling away on the last part, but Darren quickly filled in the blanks, his anger flaring
“I, I refused and he hit me.” Chris looked down into his lap, suddenly ashamed.
“Chris…” But before Darren could finish his sentence, Chris looked up and into Darren’s eyes. Darren froze at the bright blues, and searched Chris's pleating eyes, seeing determination, anger, sadness and something Darren couldn't name. Darren stayed silent, his feelings silent on the end of his lips as his co-worker and best friend spoke once more.
“He, he began cussing me out and storming around our bedroom” Chris broke the eye contact, uncomfortably glancing out the big picture window, his gaze focused on something outside, his eyes distant
“I’ve been through this before, him being drunk, but it was never this bad.” Chris was silent for a few minutes, a silence surrounding the pair as Chris’s words swarm around Darren’s head and conscience. The silence engulfed the room, but it wasn’t awkward, Darren knew Chris needed to gather his thoughts before he could continue. Darren Laid a comforting hand on Chris’s shoulder, and that seemed to be all Chris needed, as he turned back towards Darren, his eyes more determined then ever before.
“When he hit me, I fell off the bed in shock, and he grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me towards him, but I fought him, and…I may or may have not kicked him where it hurts” Chris’s nosed wrinkled, trying to release some of the tension, and Darren was relived when a small laugh escaped Chris's lips. ( only Chris could use humor in this serious conversation about abuse) as Chris’s face supported a small smile, the first Darren’s seen all night.
“Then I ran. I came here, I didn’t know where else to go” Chris blushed, looking down as Darren laced his fingers with Chris’s silently ( speaking a thousand words the boys could never speak.) Staring at their laced fingers, The gester was all Chris needed, to know he made the right decision.
“Im glad you did” Darren whispered, tilting Chris’s head up, so he could look into the baby blue/green eyes that captivated him. In thoese eyes, Darren saw everything he needed to see and With a small smile and his fingers still laced with Chris’s, he stood up, leading Chris towards his bedroom.Tomorrow they would have to talk about this, about Shane and the abuse, about what tonight meant, and why Chris came to him. More importantly, they would talk about their (more then friendly) feelings towards each other. But tonight, as they both crawled into bed and Darren enclosed Chris in his arms, (snuggling against the younger male and holding onto him for dear life) Chris knew that things were going to be okay. Turning in Darren’s arms Chris whispered;
“Blow the candles out, Looks like a solo tonight, but I think I’ll be all right!” as he peacefully drifted off to sleep.
*Title :Candles
*Pairing : Chris Colfer/Darren Criss
*Rating :pg-13 for cuss words
*Warning(s):angst, Violence, mention of abuse( by third party)
*summary: Darren gets an unexpected wakeup call that changes his life forever.
*Authors note: So, I feel like I could have written this way better. (It sounded so much better in my head as I plotted it out) (And the ending feels rushed) but *shrugs*.
*Authors note 2: Here’s a quick one-shot, my first attempt at writing Darren/Chris. (Does this count as the prompt break??)
*Authors note 3: All criticism is welcome, so feel free to tell me this sucks. Ha-ha.
*Authors note 4: Of course I don’t own Glee, or Darren Criss and Chris Colfer. I do not know them, and I do not know a Shane either (he was totally made up) I came up with this as I lay in bed suffering from insomnia. None of this happened, it’s all fictional! Lastly Im a poor college student, so please don’t sue!
*Ps. Title is from the song Candles by Hey Monday (I totally didn’t even purposely base this off that song. But as I was listening to my ITunes for a title, and this song just seemed to fit. Ha-ha)
Candles
Darren is dreaming. (At least he thinks he’s dreaming) that he’s back in Ann Arbor performing’ A Very Potter Musical’ onstage with his friends. Darren is in the middle of performing “The Dragon Song”, his hair once again long and curly; his big thick glasses making him the perfect harry Potter. But, here’s the thing that makes Darren think he’s dreaming; Instead of the lyrics pouring out his lips, every time he opens his mouth he hears a loud knocking sound, Like someone knocking on a heavy wooden door. Darren (or maybe dream Darren?) looks around confused, but the audience and his friends onstage don’t seem to notice and the performance goes on as planned, just like nothing is wrong. When Malfoy turns into a giant wooden door, a large silhouette appearing out of thin air and starts knocking on the door Malfoy turned into, Darren knows he’s dreaming and wakes up with a gasp.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
Jumping embarrassingly high in the air, Darren realizes the knocking haunting his dreams, are in fact still happening in real life. Groaning inwardly, Darren rolls over rubbing his tired eyes and glares at the blaring red numbers on his alarm clock.
‘Who was knocking on his door at three in the morning anyways?’ Darren half considered just rolling over and going back to sleep, but that would be rude and it had to be important if someone was trying to reach him at 3 in the morning anyway. With a sigh, (realizing the knocking isn’t going to stop and he had to leave his nice warm bed) he slowly sits up and swings his legs over the edge, Wobbling unsteadily on his feet as he headed towards the door.
Silently opening the door, (his eyes still blurry with sleep), he’s surprised to see his co-worker Chris Colfer (dressed in a tee-shirt and plaid pj bottoms, his arm raised mid knock, and wet tears running down his perfect porcelain skin).
“Chris?” Darren finally rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and gasps, noticing a large purple bruise forming on the younger’s( usually flawless) cheek, his eyes widen considerably as he gasps out;
“Oh my god! ” Darren silently ushers the slightly taller man into his apartment, leading him to the couch before taking a seat next to the shaken young man. Silence stretches between the two, a silent elephant in the room. Finally;
“He hit me” the words are so quiet, Darren barely catches them, barely a whisper in the already quiet room. Chris is still crying, his eyes downcast, refusing to look at Darren. Chris nervously rings his hands together
‘Something to do other then face (his crush, his mentor, his best friend) with the truth’ Chris thinks miserably. The slight movement reveals purple/black finger prints imprinted into the underside of Chris’s wrist. Darren gasps out a "Fuck" and Chris tries to quickly hide his damaged wrist, (but it’s too late) as Darren’s head swims with anger, wondering where else Chris’s perfect porcelain skin was scarred.
“Chris, what happened?” Darren asked silently, his eyes begging, But Chris is still refusing to meet Darren’s eyes as He holds his bruised wrist protectively in his hand, the sobs still wrecking his small frame.
“…Chris” when the younger still doesn’t answer, Darren pulls his friend protectively in his arms, holding him and letting Chris cry freely. Darren feels his own eyes water, and hopes the hug explains everything Darren is feeling, explain everything he's ever felt towards the young man as he holds him protectively in his arms, and close to his heart. Lost in his own thoughts, Darren barely hears it when Chris does speak up.
“I planned a romantic dinner, made the food from scratch from my mom’s cookbook, even lit candles and laid everything out on the balcony of our apartment (overlooking the cityscape). But, when he came home from work, he actually had the nerve to be mad that I didn’t consult him on my surprise and informed me that he had plans with his friends that he fully intended to go to.” Darren once again cursed under his breath, his fists clenching as he knew exactly who Chris was talking about. No one on set participially liked Shane, but, they saw how madly in love Chris was with him and refused to hurt their friends feelings by speaking up, hoping Chris would realize what an ass Shane was by himself. So far, that hasn’t happened, (much to everyone’s dismay).
Chris sat up, untangling himself from Darren’s arms and looked into Darren’s eyes for the first time since he entered the apartment. Chris signed, but no longer cried, as he gained some composure and continued with his story, his voice no longer a whisper.
“He came home drunk at two in the morning. Of course I was asleep and all the candles were long ago melted down to puddles”
Darren laughed (despite the depressing vibe in the room) as Chris mentioned the candles. Chris always was a hopeless romantic and Darren’s heart fell that much more knowing that Chris’s romantic dinner went to waste.
“He, he wanted …” Chris’s voice cracked before falling away on the last part, but Darren quickly filled in the blanks, his anger flaring
“I, I refused and he hit me.” Chris looked down into his lap, suddenly ashamed.
“Chris…” But before Darren could finish his sentence, Chris looked up and into Darren’s eyes. Darren froze at the bright blues, and searched Chris's pleating eyes, seeing determination, anger, sadness and something Darren couldn't name. Darren stayed silent, his feelings silent on the end of his lips as his co-worker and best friend spoke once more.
“He, he began cussing me out and storming around our bedroom” Chris broke the eye contact, uncomfortably glancing out the big picture window, his gaze focused on something outside, his eyes distant
“I’ve been through this before, him being drunk, but it was never this bad.” Chris was silent for a few minutes, a silence surrounding the pair as Chris’s words swarm around Darren’s head and conscience. The silence engulfed the room, but it wasn’t awkward, Darren knew Chris needed to gather his thoughts before he could continue. Darren Laid a comforting hand on Chris’s shoulder, and that seemed to be all Chris needed, as he turned back towards Darren, his eyes more determined then ever before.
“When he hit me, I fell off the bed in shock, and he grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me towards him, but I fought him, and…I may or may have not kicked him where it hurts” Chris’s nosed wrinkled, trying to release some of the tension, and Darren was relived when a small laugh escaped Chris's lips. ( only Chris could use humor in this serious conversation about abuse) as Chris’s face supported a small smile, the first Darren’s seen all night.
“Then I ran. I came here, I didn’t know where else to go” Chris blushed, looking down as Darren laced his fingers with Chris’s silently ( speaking a thousand words the boys could never speak.) Staring at their laced fingers, The gester was all Chris needed, to know he made the right decision.
“Im glad you did” Darren whispered, tilting Chris’s head up, so he could look into the baby blue/green eyes that captivated him. In thoese eyes, Darren saw everything he needed to see and With a small smile and his fingers still laced with Chris’s, he stood up, leading Chris towards his bedroom.Tomorrow they would have to talk about this, about Shane and the abuse, about what tonight meant, and why Chris came to him. More importantly, they would talk about their (more then friendly) feelings towards each other. But tonight, as they both crawled into bed and Darren enclosed Chris in his arms, (snuggling against the younger male and holding onto him for dear life) Chris knew that things were going to be okay. Turning in Darren’s arms Chris whispered;
“Blow the candles out, Looks like a solo tonight, but I think I’ll be all right!” as he peacefully drifted off to sleep.