This is my first fic on here, so I hope you like it!


"Wow," Chris breathed out with shock as he read over his insane script for the next episode. He had mentioned before how flexible he was, but he had no idea that the writers would make him do any actual stunts besides kneeling against the ground(which was a piece of cake), but right there, page 6, it said the words, "Kurt backs up a few steps and does a backbend then flips his legs up into a handstand."

I can do that. Chris thought with a smile. It might even impress Darren. Yes, he had already accepted the fact that Darren was straight, but he could still like him, right? Right.

"So you read the script huh?" A cheery voice said right behind him. Speak of the devil, Chris thought, turning his head to see none other than Darren standing with a rolled up piece of paper in his hand, most likely his own script, and smiling.

"Yeah," he replied, smiling at him in return. "I think it's pretty good."

"So do I!" Darren said, taking the seat next to Chris' and sitting down. "So you can actually do a handstand?" he added with an amused smile.

"Of course I can," Chris replied rolling his eyes.

Jumping out of his seat, Darren nearly squealed "Lemme see Chris, pretty please?" pulling Chris out of his own chair as well.

Startled at the outburst, Chris widened his eyes and pulled his hand back. He shook his finger at Darren and said "Not until rehearsal!"

Chris could literally see Darren's spirit go down and he felt kind of bad. "But," he added, making Darren look up from his twisted hands with a hopeful smile. "Maybe I could do a couple front flips for you afterwards."

Darren grinned hugely and said, "Okay!" hugging Chris then running away, clapping his feet together in joy.

Chris couldn't help but watch him as he ran, grinning and more excited than ever for rehearsal.

"Okay, action!"

Chris glanced at Darren, and keeping with the script, winking at him before bending back and placing his hands on the ground with a grunt. He proceeded to pull himself up into a handstand. When they called "Alright cut, good shoot guys!" Chris started to come back down. Losing his balance, he gave a shriek and flailed his legs while Darren gasped, going to catch him. Chris tried to land back on his feet, but when he did, his knee bent the wrong way and he howled in pain before falling to the floor.

He had felt something snap. Oh god, Chris thought grabbing frantically at his leg, crying out. He could hear Darren yell, "Oh my god, Chris! Are you okay?" but he really wasn't paying attention. His leg felt like it was bent at the knee the wrong way, and all he could do was stare at it as it started to change color from his normal pale complexion to a dark shade of blue, almost purple.

"Okay guys, let's get Chris here to the hospital," the director said calmly, and Chris looked up in time to see Darren shoot daggers at him and start to snap something at him.

"Darren," Chris started, making him turn around. "Just take me to the hospital."

"Yeah," he said, startled. "Yeah," and then he picked Chris up, mindful of his leg, and said a comment about Chris weighing a buck-fifty soaking wet, but all Chris could focus on was the fact that Darren was carrying him. It was weird how he could be so blissfully happy even when he had probably just broken his leg. He didn't really care though.

As Darren carried him out of the recording area and outside into the blistering heat, Chris noticed that he was walking really slowly, and was holding him gently, as though the boy with the broken leg would break into little pieces if he so much as even shifted him in his arms.

"Um, Darren?" he said, making him stop in his slow trudge. "Can you get me there before hell freezes over? I mean, snails are moving faster than us!" Darren's eyebrows furrowed and he started walking, faster than before.

"Well, I don't want to hurt you any more than you already are," Darren replied with worry.

"Darren, I'm not going to die. My leg might turn out worse if you don't hurry though!" Oh, well that made him nearly start running.

When they got to his car, with Darren sweating and looking tired, he set Chris in the back seat, and lifted his leg onto it, making him cry out in pain. "Sorry!" Blaine screeched, freezing his hands.

"It's fine," Chris hissed through gritted teeth. Darren ran to the driver's side of the car, and pulled out of the parking lot, nearly hitting an old lady in a pink car.

"Move grandma!" Darren bellowed out the window.

"Darren!" Chris yelled. "You'd better not kill us before we even get to the hospital! And don't yell at old people!"

He was silent for a moment before turning on the radio, and they listened to Secrets by Owl City silently, Chris staring out the window and Darren occasionally watching him from the front. The next song turned on, and both of their eyes snapped to meet each other's when they realized what it was.

"Candles, huh?" Chris said with a smirk.

"I guess!" Darren replied letting out a quick laugh. Then he started singing "All the games you played, the promises you made. Couldn't finish what you started only darkness still remains."

Chris joined in, singing Kurt's part, and they kept singing, grinning hugely at each other until the car pulled into the parking lot of the hospital, and Darren carried in through the Emergency Room doors. Chris didn't want to admit it, but he kind of liked having Darren carry him around. I could get used to this, he thought, feeling his lips unintentionally turning up at the thought.

Darren ran up to the desk to talk to the irritated looking lady at the front and was taken aback as she muttered "Yeah?" without so much as a smile.

"Um, yeah, my friend," he stuttered. "We think he broke his leg."

"He's going to need to fill these forms out." she said, pretty much throwing the papers and pen at him.

"O-okay, thanks," Darren replied, backing away.

She grunted, and he walked over to Chris with a frown.

"Geez, what was up her ass?" Chris whispered, chuckling.

"I have no idea. So fill out these forms then they'll get a doctor for us."

"I know how it works," Chris said, rolling his eyes.

After filling out the forms and having that desk lady(apparently named Stacy) stare at them both weirdly when Darren carried Chris in, they were both seated in Dr. Carlson's office. Chris was seated on the bed, and Darren was seated on the spinning doctor's chair after having a freak out and begging the doctor to try it out. He was feeling Chris' leg, making him squeal uncomfortably and Darren flinch in his seat. Afterwards, he stood up, and put his glasses on, starting to fill out a form.

"I'm pretty sure it's broken," he said, not looking up from his form. "But I'll schedule a x-ray just to check, okay?" he finished, quickly smiling up at him.

"Yeah, sure. Thanks doc." When the doctor walked out, Chris put his hands in his face. "I really hope it's a clean break. I want to be able to dance still."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," he heard Darren say with a chuckle, and he looked up to see him spinning really fast in the chair, his arms stretched out. Trying to silence a laugh, he stopped the spinning boy and watched him as he nearly fell over, dizzy. "No seriously," he said, still almost falling over, "You'll be fine." He caught Chris' eye and nodded assuringly, making him feel so much better.

About an hour later, the doctor came back with the x-rays, letting him know that it was a clean break and should heal just fine. Chris didn't know how long he had been holding his breath, but when he let himself breathe again, he felt so much better.

"See?" Darren said grabbing his shoulder. "It's all going to be fine!"

Once the doctor got him into a cast and assigned him pain medication and crutches, he let them leave, wishing Chris well and telling him that his daughter really loved him and Darren in Glee. Before leaving, both Chris and Darren signed something for his daughter, and then they left, stopping to pick up food on the way.

McDonald's wasn't healthy, they knew that, but neither really cared. Chris was really enjoying his chicken sandwich, Darren his chicken nuggets.

Glancing over, Darren made a disgusted sound. "I don't know how you can drink diet coke." He made a gagging sound then added "Gross."

"Hey," Chris said, offended. "I love diet coke. So be quiet. And you're the one that's drinking apple juice."

"Well apple juice is fucking delicious, especially Minute Maid. And it's healthy." Darren replied defensively.

"Whatever."

Even though Chris could walk fine with the crutches, Darren insisted that he carry him. And Chris really wasn't going to argue with him too much. Once they got back to the set, they were surrounded by worried glares and people questioning him crazily.

"You guys are driving me crazy!" Chris yelled silencing them all. "I'm going to my trailer. Darren?"

His head snapped up before he muttered "Right." and picked him and his crutches up. "Sorry guys, he's had a stressful day. He'll explain later." Darren gave them all apologetic looks before walking away towards Chris' place.

Chris leaned his head against Darren's shoulder and groaned, frustrated.

"They're just worried about you, you know." Darren said softly.

"Yeah, I know, but it's not like I died." Chris snapped. "Sorry, I shouldn't be yelling at you."

"Nah, that's alright." Darren said, smiling down at him. "I kind of understand where you're coming from."

Kicking open the door of his trailer, Darren carried Chris to his bed and set him down gently. And went to walk out.

"Darren?"

He turned around to face an upset Chris, who was reaching a hand towards the floor. "Um, can you get the remote for me?"

Darren chuckled and grabbed it for him, patting him on the arm. "See you later."

"Thanks for coming today Darren." Chris said with a shy smile.

"Now what kind of a friend would I be if I didn't carry you around when you broke your leg?" Darren replied with a wink, walking out.

Chris watched tv for a while before falling asleep, his leg feeling incredibly heavy on the bed.