Darren stopped his car in front of Chris' apartment. "We're here." He smiled and looked over to the lovely man beside him. Chris had fallen asleep on the way home. They had just come back from the set. Filming season 3 of Glee was tiring but, it was worth it. They loved their fans so much. Darren gave Chris a little push. "Babe, wake up."

Chris groaned. "Are we home yet?" He was still half asleep. Chris didn't even do much today, the only reason he was so tired was because he was up all night with Darren watching movies. He sat up and looked outside.

The two boys got out of the car and walked up to the apartment which was up on the sixth floor. They made their way in and Darren tucked in a very sleepy Chris down on the bed. "I'll be right back, I left my script back on the set." Chris gave him a small nod and waved his arm at him. Darren walked over to the door, looked at Chris and smiled.

"Don't stop….. believing!" Darren loved singing in the car. It was one of the things he and Chris loved to do. He was glad he didn't get any red lights, he wanted to get back to Chris as fast as possible. "Hold on to that feeling!" He looked over to his left side and froze, the last thing he saw was the bright lights of a speeding car.

"Hello?" Chris looked over at the clock on the table beside his bed, it read 12:49. He looked over beside him and didn't see Darren. Why wasn't he back yet? And who was calling at 12:49 am? "Yes, this is Chris," he responded to the voice over the phone. "What? Why? What's wrong?" He suddenly felt very awake, a shiver went up his spine as he heard the words, Darren was in an accident. "I-I'm on m-my way." He ran out the door and into the parking lot in the basement.

While on his way to the hospital, driving 10 miles over the speeding limit, he looked down at his cold feet and realized he forgot to put shoes on. He parked his car in the parking lot and ran into the building. There was someone waiting for him, "Are you C-Chris?" the man asked, he was pacing back and forth in the lobby. "Bro, I'm so sorry. I didn't…. I didn't even, see him. It, it was so dark." The man sat on a chair and ran his hand through his messy, dark brown hair, "I'm s-so sorry. It was an accident." He had a cut on the side of his face, his jeans ripped and dirty along with his shirt, his face was covered in dirt and little drops of blood.

"W-what happened? Is he…." He looked over at the man on the chair.

"He's, he's not dead. He's just, pretty… broken. I'm Dean, by the way." He stood up and walked over to Chris, his hand out waiting for a shake.

Chris flinched, "I don't care about your name! Where is he?" He ran toward the elevator but someone had pulled him back. "Let go of me!" He tried to shake his arm free but Dean was stronger.

"You can't go see him, they're still doing surgery on him. Listen Chris, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I-I didn't even see him. It wasn't my fault!"

"Are you here for," the man in the white lab coat looked down at his clipboard, "Darren Criss?" Chris nodded and asked if he could go see him. "Well, he's not awake yet. He's in a coma. Fortunately, he didn't break anything. He just has a couple bruised ribs but it's not as bad as it looks."

"Well, when is he going to wake up?" Chris didn't like the fact that he was hurt but at least he wasn't broken.

"We're not…. Sure yet. It could be a couple days, weeks, maybe." Chris' eyes went wide.

"Weeks? I-I don't understand… I thought you said…"

"He didn't break anything but he was hit pretty bad. He lost a lot of blood. Listen, I'm really sorry but, there's nothing we can do. We are sure of one thing though, he will definitely wake up." He gave the two a weak smile and walked off.

"Shit, I'm sorry dude. I really am. I'm so, so fucking sorry." Dean approached Chris but stopped. "Please don't press charges."

"Press charges? You put my boyfriend in a coma! We were supposed to be filming our show but now he can't! How stupid are you? God! Just, just get lost!"