AN: Hi everyone, so this is my first Glee/RPF fic, I thought I could give it a try and see where it goes. I got this idea from someone who said that Darren is currently sick.

Chapter 1

Darren awoke to the sound of his alarm clock buzzing. He quickly turned it off and rolled on his side, groaning as he opened his eyes to look at the time. It was 4:30 AM. He had exactly one hour to be on set, which was usually enough as he only had a ten minutes drive to the Paramount studios. But he had the feeling that one hour won't be enough for him today. His body was aching everywhere, and he was pretty sure he had a fever. 'great, a cold. Just what I needed' he thought. He was usually a morning person and was always full of energy, even so early when the rest of his neighborhood was still asleep, but today he would give anything just to stay in bed for at least one more hour. He used all of his strength to get out of bed and had to steady himself as he felt light headed and dizzy. he hated being sick. Not that anyone liked it, but when he had to be on a show like glee, which was very demanding physically, it just made things harder. It's not like he could take a sick day and just sleep it off. It would cost hundred of thousands of dollars to the production to rearrange the entire filming schedule just because one of their actors was sick or hurt. It was one of the downsides of being of the job.

He slowly made his way to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He had dark circles around his eyes, his usually tanned skin was pale and sweat was dripping from his forehead. He ran a hand through his short curly hair and shrugged, it was nothing the hair and makeup people couldn't fix. The young actor hurried to his morning routine and soon found himself in the kitchen, starring at the open fridge for a while until he decided that he wasn't hungry. Darren looked at his watch and was surprised to see that he was on time. He grabbed his backpack, his car keys and slowly got into his car. As soon as he was behind the wheel he let out a sight, realizing that he was completely drained, his wet t-shirt was sticking to his skin and his chest was hurting him. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them and starting the engine. It was going to be a long day.

Forty minutes later, Darren was in his trailer, script in hand as he went through his lines one last time before rehearsals. He had his 'Blaine' hair but was still wearing his blue jeans, Michigan shirt and Vans sneakers. Someone knocked on his door.

"Yes?" A small brunette, shyly opened the door.

"Hi Darren, rehearsals are going to start in 5."

"Alright, thanks Jenny" He said with a smile. The PA smiled back and closed the door.

The young man stepped out and was met by the rest of his co-stars opening their trailer doors one by one. After exchanging a few hand shakes and hugs, the group walked to the studio together talking about their plans for the weekend. Darren wasn't really paying attention, his head was hurting him and he wasn't really feeling like joining the conversation.

"Is everything alright, Darren?" He looked down at Lea with a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that in the morning you're usually jumping all over the place, especially on fridays. But today you seem kinda…off" She choose her last word carefully.

"I just have a headache and I'm tired, that's all" he reassured her.

Lea took a good look at her friend's face, he did look tired. She opened her purse, fished out a bottle of Advil and handed it to him.

"Here, take two pills, it should help you get through the morning. I know how hard it is when you have a headache while filming. Believe me, those pills will be your best friends today"

"I believe you, I saw how desperate you looked when you couldn't find them last week" Darren laughed as he took the bottle and opened the door for her.

Lea was right. The pills helped, to a certain extent. The medication was starting to wear off, and now, three hours later, he just felt miserable. He was pretty sure that his fever had gotten worse, and dancing for three hours straight sure hadn't helped. He was out of breath and felt like someone was stabbing him in the chest. He tried his best to follow the rest of the cast, only missing a few moves. Which didn't go unnoticed by Zach.

"Darren, can you try to focus please!" The choreographer said irritated.

"Sorry" the actor apologized.

"Alright, let's start from the top, guys" moans of protest could be heard from the group, which made him feel even worse. He looked at the clock on the wall and felt like crying when he saw that it was only 9:30 AM.

By the end of the day, Darren was pretty sure that he was going to die. They had finally started filming at 10 AM and were now shooting the last scene of the week. It was 5 PM now and he couldn't wait to get this day over with. They were filming the dance scene for the ninth time, or was it the the tenth? He had lost count a while ago. They had filmed it from every angle possible and by now, he couldn't care less as long as he didn't have to do it again.

"CUT!" yelled the director. "Good job guys, see you all on monday"

'Finally!' Darren thought. And all of the sudden, as if his body knew, he couldn't move properly. His legs felt weak and his vision blurred. He saw Chord and Harry talking to him but their voices felt like they were miles away.

"Great moves, dude! What are you doing this- Hey, are you OK?" Harry asked with concern as he saw the younger man's face. His eyes were glassy and unfocused and he was swaying on his feet.

He and Chord just had time to catch him before he fell on the ground.

The last thing Darren was aware of before everything went black was the sound of people rushing around him.

AN: So, what do you think so far, should I continue this story? Please review