So this is my first CrissColfer fic, dedicated to Chantel for her birthday =D x
They were piling up by the minute. Tweet after tweet, Chris couldn't escape that one question "Why don't Klaine kiss anymore?" and honestly, Chris didn't know. He didn't think much of it at first but it got him thinking, what if it was him? He and Darren were good friends, both just a couple of goofball nerds but things had been different recently. Darren had been acting a bit off, almost like he was avoiding him and he wanted to know why. Chris rose early and got ready for another day of filming. He went straight to a meeting where a script read through was about to take place. Chris placed himself on a seat between Amber and Kevin as Ryan began to speak.
His eyes wandered over to Darren who was sitting there hopelessly gazing at Ryan. The thing Chris was worried about the most was that Darren had found out how Chris really felt about him. Every since he first laid eyes on Darren, he knew there was something there. He didn't know what it was at first but the constant butterflies told him it was love. He tried to ignore these feelings but they weren't going anywhere and if Darren found out it would make it almost impossible to work together again. After about twenty minutes of Ryan's rambling in which Chris faded in and out of, Ryan finally concluded.
"Okay, cast get straight to wardrobe and everyone else stay here. Oh and one other thing, we are not going to put the Kurt/Blaine box scene in the DVD boxset" Ryan spoke, gathering his papers together. Chris was fuming. He loved that scene and was sure the fans would too but didn't say anything about it and went straight to wardrobe with the rest of the cast. On the short walk there, he managed to catch up with Darren for a brief moment.
"Hey" Chris beamed as he walked beside Darren. Darren glared at him for a moment them turned away.
"Oh hey" Darren mumbled trying to speed up away from Chris.
"What do you thing about them taking out the box scene on the DVD. I can't believe them I mean why? It was so cute and the fans obviously loved it since they bought the script!" Chris exclaimed only getting a murmur as a response from Darren.
"I've got to go talk to Lea, I'll talk to you later" Darren said as he sped off ahead, leaving Chris alone until Amber walked up to him from not too far behind.
"Okay, what's going on with you and Dare?" Amber questioned.
"I have no idea. You know as much as I do" Chris responded.
"Do you think he found out about your feelings for him?" Amber asked. Of course Chris had to tell someone and if he was going to tell anyone it would be Amber since he was closest to her.
"I don't know. I don't know anything anymore" Chris said, running his fingers through his hair in stress.
"Do you want me to have a talk with him?" Amber asked, putting a hand on Chris' shoulder for comfort.
"No, I'll talk to him after filming" Chris said. Filming went pretty slow as always however after it finished, Chris went over to Darren's trailer to talk. He knocked on the door calmly and his eyes were greeted to Darren, not Blaine. No gel, a baggy, nerdy t-shirt and with his phone in his hand.
"Hey, can we talk?" Chris asked.
"I'm busy" Darren replied sternly before trying to close the good before Chris could stop him.
"It won't take long" Chris said, smiling sweetly hoping that it would convince Darren to let him in.
"I said I'm busy" Darren said fiercely slamming the door shut. Disappointed, Chris turned around and stopped. He didn't have to take that. He had a right to know what the hell was going on and he sure as hell wanted to know what was going on. That was it; he marched back to the door Darren's trailer and didn't even bother knocking this time, just walked straight in, making the door clatter loudly as he entered. His eyes met the sight of Darren sat on a chair on his phone.
"Right I'm done screwing around!" Chris announced, practically screaming at Darren. Darren got up from his chair, phone still gripped in his hand.
"I told you I was busy" Darren said, seeming like he was trying to remain calm.
"You know what, I thought we were friends but obviously not if you can't even tell me what the hell is wrong! And I'm sick of all these games and lies!" Chris shrieked at Darren. Tears began to weld up in Darren's eyes as he took in a short but deep breath.
"I can't do this..." Darren breathed, his voice choked. Chris had calmed down and was concerned; he had never seen Darren like this before.
"I'm sorry Chris" Darren dodged around Chris, grabbed his coat from the side without stopping and ran out his trailer. Chris; now terrified of what Darren was going to do ran out of the trailer to see Darren driving away in his car.
"Darren, wait! I'm sorry!" Chris bellowed, sobbing and crying uncontrollably. Luckily, his trailer as near and he ran straight inside and picked up his phone and called Darren. It went straight to voicemail.
"Darren please call me back, I'm sorry just please call me back" Chris bawled down the phone.
12 voicemails. 27 texts. 34 missed calls. That was the result of Chris' panic, what was he going to tell everyone else at work the next day?