AU Glee RPF: Text Messages, A Shower, and Mini Golf (2/3)
Author's Note: This is Glee AU with the cast of Glee. It's something I'm writing for a friend, whose name is Abby. This is mostly drabble, but it's all in good fun. Obviously Abby doesn't know Darren.
Part Two: A Shower
Rating: PG-13
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Exactly forty two minutes and eleven seconds later, there was a knock on the door. And twenty three seconds later, when Abby pulled her headphones out of her ears to make sure that she'd actually heard the door, the doorbell rang. She squeaked, then smoothed down the front of her shirt as she rushed to the front door. She paused by the mirror, making sure that her hair wasn't entirely screwed up from a rushed cleaning job. "Coming," she called, and then put on her best "guest welcoming" smile before she opened the door.
When she did, however, the fake smile faltered and turned into something softer, something that was real, but that didn't need a name. "Darren," she whispered, and then she was hugging him. It caught the man by surprise, the cannon of blonde hair headed straight for his chest, but after stabilizing himself, he hugged her back, his arms coming up to stroke her back. "I missed you." She could feel Darren's smile without having to look at him, and it was clear that he'd missed her too.
"I haven't hung out with you in like…two months."
"You think I don't know that?" she teased, pulling away from the hug and inviting the man inside before one of the stupid boys on her street decided to tease her for being in love with a celebrity. Once she had the door closed, she discreetly took down the calendar by the door, which clearly showed that Darren hadn't hung out with her in two months, a week, and four days. She paused for a moment to watch the helmet of hair receding further into the house, and then let her eyes slip just for a moment, so that she was staring at his ass. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with that. And God, what an ass it was.
"Abby, are you even listening to me?"
"Huh?" Abby blinked, and Darren was inches away from her face. He'd managed to contort himself so that his face was upside down. He was looking at her with a scrunched up frown, and she snorted, then realized that Darren Criss was breathing air that was less than a foot away from her own. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I, uh, spaced out for a second."
"You do that a lot," he commented, straightening and rolling his shoulders back. Abby had to force herself not to look at his Adam's apple as he swallowed, or at the rest of his throat, which was just as equally inviting as the rest of him, and-"Can I have a tour?"
Abby paused for a moment, trying to remember if she'd recently cleaned out her room. There was the Darren Criss dedication wall, but that wasn't too embarrassing, and if she claimed that it was just dirty, there would be no need to go into her room at all. Plan in mind, Abby nodded, her smile coming back full force. "Of course. The grand finale will be the…shower, right?" Where Darren would strip, and, well, shower. He would use her shampoo in his hair, and the water would drip down his chin, and there would be suds that would travel down his back, maybe down into the crevice of his hipbones that meant nothing other than-
"Awesome! You have no idea how badly I need a shower right now." Abby didn't bother responding this time, and simply looped her arm through his and walked him into the dining room.
Through the tour, Darren was mostly quiet, offering his opinion on this knick-knack or that, asking why Abby's parents had thought to put it here instead of over there, where it would really "open up the space." He'd used that phrase twice before Abby turned to him and asked him if he was taking lessons on interior decorating. They'd both deteriorated into a fit of laughter, and slowly made their way upstairs. The entire time, Abby was dreading the fact that they were getting closer and closer to her room, and was trying valiantly to show him behind every door except the one that led to her nerd hovel.
Eventually, though, they arrived, and Abby turned to issue the excuse she'd rehearsed in her mind, only to find that it had disappeared, probably somewhere between watching Darren's ass and thinking about him in the shower. "Wait, Darren, don't-"
But Darren was already opening the door and walking inside. The first thing that he would see would be the wall of Harry Potter paraphernalia, but after that, there was the Blaine and Darren Criss wall. "Okay, just kill me now, please, Darren. But this was all before I knew who you were, and you can't get mad at me, or if you are, please just get mad at me now and leave and I swear-"
Abby's babbling was cut off by a pair of warm lips against her own, and when they were accompanied by a pair of strong arms around her back, she realized exactly what was going on. Darren had silenced her. With a kiss. Darren Criss was kissing her. Abby blinked, and then her eyelids fluttered for a moment before her brain finally shut off and let her enjoy it.
When all the tension was gone from Abby's body, Darren's lips slowly parted and pulled away from her before turning upward into a half-smile. "You babble." She opened her mouth to apologize, but was silenced with another kiss. "I like it. I babble too."
"I know." They sat in silence for a moment, holding each other and staring at the shrine to different things that made up Abby's room. Abby laughed first, but Darren quickly followed suit until they were laughing too hard to hold onto each other anymore, reduced to piles of bone and flesh sitting in the entryway to the room. After about five minutes, Abby took a deep breath and could speak again, wiping her eyes.
"Do you…you still look like Blaine," she started, the name starting another fit of giggles as Darren reached up to touch the helmet of his hair.
"Oh, right. Care to finish this tour and show me to the shower?" The laughter died immediately. "I mean…not sexually, of course. I just, I can take a shower by myself you know. It's just…I don't really know where it is so of course, I mean, well, you know what I mean, right? I really-"
This time, it was Abby to lean over to kiss Darren to silence him. "Babbling," she said. "The shower's this way."
Part Two: A Shower
Rating: PG-13
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Exactly forty two minutes and eleven seconds later, there was a knock on the door. And twenty three seconds later, when Abby pulled her headphones out of her ears to make sure that she'd actually heard the door, the doorbell rang. She squeaked, then smoothed down the front of her shirt as she rushed to the front door. She paused by the mirror, making sure that her hair wasn't entirely screwed up from a rushed cleaning job. "Coming," she called, and then put on her best "guest welcoming" smile before she opened the door.
When she did, however, the fake smile faltered and turned into something softer, something that was real, but that didn't need a name. "Darren," she whispered, and then she was hugging him. It caught the man by surprise, the cannon of blonde hair headed straight for his chest, but after stabilizing himself, he hugged her back, his arms coming up to stroke her back. "I missed you." She could feel Darren's smile without having to look at him, and it was clear that he'd missed her too.
"I haven't hung out with you in like…two months."
"You think I don't know that?" she teased, pulling away from the hug and inviting the man inside before one of the stupid boys on her street decided to tease her for being in love with a celebrity. Once she had the door closed, she discreetly took down the calendar by the door, which clearly showed that Darren hadn't hung out with her in two months, a week, and four days. She paused for a moment to watch the helmet of hair receding further into the house, and then let her eyes slip just for a moment, so that she was staring at his ass. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with that. And God, what an ass it was.
"Abby, are you even listening to me?"
"Huh?" Abby blinked, and Darren was inches away from her face. He'd managed to contort himself so that his face was upside down. He was looking at her with a scrunched up frown, and she snorted, then realized that Darren Criss was breathing air that was less than a foot away from her own. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I, uh, spaced out for a second."
"You do that a lot," he commented, straightening and rolling his shoulders back. Abby had to force herself not to look at his Adam's apple as he swallowed, or at the rest of his throat, which was just as equally inviting as the rest of him, and-"Can I have a tour?"
Abby paused for a moment, trying to remember if she'd recently cleaned out her room. There was the Darren Criss dedication wall, but that wasn't too embarrassing, and if she claimed that it was just dirty, there would be no need to go into her room at all. Plan in mind, Abby nodded, her smile coming back full force. "Of course. The grand finale will be the…shower, right?" Where Darren would strip, and, well, shower. He would use her shampoo in his hair, and the water would drip down his chin, and there would be suds that would travel down his back, maybe down into the crevice of his hipbones that meant nothing other than-
"Awesome! You have no idea how badly I need a shower right now." Abby didn't bother responding this time, and simply looped her arm through his and walked him into the dining room.
Through the tour, Darren was mostly quiet, offering his opinion on this knick-knack or that, asking why Abby's parents had thought to put it here instead of over there, where it would really "open up the space." He'd used that phrase twice before Abby turned to him and asked him if he was taking lessons on interior decorating. They'd both deteriorated into a fit of laughter, and slowly made their way upstairs. The entire time, Abby was dreading the fact that they were getting closer and closer to her room, and was trying valiantly to show him behind every door except the one that led to her nerd hovel.
Eventually, though, they arrived, and Abby turned to issue the excuse she'd rehearsed in her mind, only to find that it had disappeared, probably somewhere between watching Darren's ass and thinking about him in the shower. "Wait, Darren, don't-"
But Darren was already opening the door and walking inside. The first thing that he would see would be the wall of Harry Potter paraphernalia, but after that, there was the Blaine and Darren Criss wall. "Okay, just kill me now, please, Darren. But this was all before I knew who you were, and you can't get mad at me, or if you are, please just get mad at me now and leave and I swear-"
Abby's babbling was cut off by a pair of warm lips against her own, and when they were accompanied by a pair of strong arms around her back, she realized exactly what was going on. Darren had silenced her. With a kiss. Darren Criss was kissing her. Abby blinked, and then her eyelids fluttered for a moment before her brain finally shut off and let her enjoy it.
When all the tension was gone from Abby's body, Darren's lips slowly parted and pulled away from her before turning upward into a half-smile. "You babble." She opened her mouth to apologize, but was silenced with another kiss. "I like it. I babble too."
"I know." They sat in silence for a moment, holding each other and staring at the shrine to different things that made up Abby's room. Abby laughed first, but Darren quickly followed suit until they were laughing too hard to hold onto each other anymore, reduced to piles of bone and flesh sitting in the entryway to the room. After about five minutes, Abby took a deep breath and could speak again, wiping her eyes.
"Do you…you still look like Blaine," she started, the name starting another fit of giggles as Darren reached up to touch the helmet of his hair.
"Oh, right. Care to finish this tour and show me to the shower?" The laughter died immediately. "I mean…not sexually, of course. I just, I can take a shower by myself you know. It's just…I don't really know where it is so of course, I mean, well, you know what I mean, right? I really-"
This time, it was Abby to lean over to kiss Darren to silence him. "Babbling," she said. "The shower's this way."