After essentially fighting with the shower for about 15 minutes( it turned out Darren hadn't, actually, turned the damned thing on but was pressing the logo emblazoned on the casing thinking it was the power button),they finally left the hotel, Chris preen and perfect Darren's curly hair still damp from his failed attempt at washing himself, his clothes crumpled and creased due to being carelessly thrown into the draws, then even more carelessly pulled out and thrown on. " Oh my god Darren, can you even just pretend you care about your appearance?" Chris sighed rolling his eyes at the sight of Darren." Just get in the car will you. We're already late."
After a good 30 minutes in the car, and Darren singing every song that came on the radio at the top of his lungs, they arrived. Forty-five minutes late. " you do realise they are all going to kill us. Again. Don't you?" Chris said,pissed off.
" sorry" Darren sighed, giving Chris the biggest puppy dog eyes he could possibly muster. " Oh no DeeCee, you are not getting away with this one. Come on you." Chris smiled and grabbed Darren's hand dragging him off to makeup
***************************************************************************************** Darren sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This recording had seemed to go on forever, and now that he finally had some time to himself, he remembered he had to practise for his dance routine to Misery that he still hadn't managed to get the dance right to without crashing into the whole set or falling off of the table he was dancing on. He dreaded to think how many bruises he had gained during this week, it was his twelfth attempt when Chris had walked in. " Dar?" he giggled " what are you doing?"
Darren's head whipped up and round to glare at Chris from his perch in top of the wooden table before he smiled and pulled Chris up onto the table with him, whirling his long slender arms around the pair of them, spinning them round and round on the table top. " Darren stop i'm going to fall over!" chris giggled and grasped hold of darrens shoulder to steady himself. " anyway, I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about, I didn't just come here to be swirled about on tables." chris's voice went serious." Okay. Shoot." Darren hopped down of the table and sat by chris, his feet dangling off the edge not touching the ground. "well, as you would know if you read the script, which I'm assuming you haven't because, well because it's you, you would know that Kurt and Blaine kiss in this episode..." Chris babbled
" Yeah I know" Darren interrupted him, his voice happy but his face confused.
" What, you mean you're okay with it?" Chris replied his tone disbelieving.
" yeah why wouldn't I be?" Darren smiled and took chris's hand " Chris i've told you, I don't care if you're gay. I really don't. And let's be honest a lot of people ant to kiss you, and I'm the one that get's to do it! I'm kinda jealous of myself!. But it's up to you. If you don't want to kiss me just talk to ryan, it's fine" Darren's voice wavered towards the end, the upset taking over at the thought that Chris couldn't even consider kissing him. "Oh, Darren, no no it's not like that!" chris sighed " I just don't want it to be uncomfortable and awkward.. and well I'm worried I...".
" it won't be. It's all okkay. You should know that." Darren interrupted Darren smiled, moving from the table to stand in front of chris and put his hands on his shoulders he kissed his forehead " I'll meet you in the car yeah. I need to wash this slimy crap outta my hair". And with that he walked off. " I'm worried I won't want to stop." chris finished once Darren had left the room.
