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Everyone was now gathering around the unconscious man on the floor. Some people who were already starting to leave the room came rushing back to see the cause of the panic. The whole cast and crew stood there in shock, not really knowing what to do, until Zach knelt down next to Darren. He looked at the actor, searching for any possible injury and when he found none, looked closely at his unusual pale face and put a hand on his forehead.

"He's burning up!"

"I'm going to call the set doctor" one of the PA said, walkie talkie in hand.

"Did he hit his head when he fell?" Zach asked to Harry and Chord. They both shook their head.

"We just had time to catch him before he hit the ground" Harry answered.

"Darren, can you hear me? open your eyes, buddy" Zach said as he lightly slapped Darren's cheek, trying to wake him up. Everyone in the room was silent, not daring to move as they were expectantly waiting for the young man to regain consciousness.

After a few more seconds, Darren stirred as his eyes slowly flickered open and let out a groan as he came around. Loud sighs of relief could be heard from the group as they let out the breath they were holding.

"Wh- what happened?" the actor asked, as he saw at least 40 faces looking at him with concern. 'Why is everyone staring at me? and why am I on the floor?' he thought.

"You just passed out on us, man" Cory said.

Darren's face paled even more as his memory came rushing back to him. 'oh god, this is so embarrassing!'. He felt so weak, laying on the floor while people were watching him. Suddenly, he sympathized for those poor animals at the zoo, because this is exactly how he felt right now. He had never passed out before and all those eyes on him made him feel exposed.

At that moment, the set doctor walked into the room and kneeled next to him, right where Zach was standing seconds ago.

"Hello Darren, I'm Doctor Burton. Do you remember what happened before you passed out?" He asked as he checked his pulse.

"We'd just finished filming, and I was really tired and dizzy and then the last thing I remember is Harry and Chord talking to me but I couldn't hear them" The older man scribbled something on a paper.

"How long has he been out?" The doctor asked Zach.

"For about five minutes" he quickly said after looking at the clock.

"How have you been feeling since this morning?"

"Not so good, I'm starting to have a cold and I think dancing for so long didn't help" Darren answered. He wanted to just go home and sleep for a month.

"Did you have anything to eat or drink today?"

Darren forehead wrinkled as he tried to remember.

"I just drank a glass of water and had an apple for lunch" The older man frowned. After a few more questions the doctor concluded that he was suffering from hypoglycemia and dehydration. He handed him a bottle of water and Darren drank half of it.

"You should feel better after you've eaten a real meal. Your fever is probably a combination of your cold and dehydration. Nothing to worry about. Did the water help"

It did, in fact help the dizziness go away and the cold liquid felt good down his throat. But he still felt like crap.

"Yes it did, I'm feeling a little better" It wasn't totally true. His chest was still hurting, he was having a hard time breathing and his headache had gotten worse. But he didn't want to have to answer any more questions in front of the people he was working with. He felt stupid enough for passing out because of a dumb cold.

The doctor finally left a few minutes later after giving him a few indications and a medicine prescription for his cold. After a few "get better" ," see you on monday" and "I'm glad you're alright" The room had started emptying slowly and Darren felt relieved as the only people left were some of his co-stars and Zach.

"So, who's taking you home?" the choreographer asked.

"I'm-" Zach cut him.

"And don't tell me you're driving yourself, because you are in no condition to do so" Darren didn't try to argue, it was a lost battle.

"Well, no one's home. Joey is in Boston and Jeff's in Chicago" he said, referencing to his two roommates. "So I guess I'm just going to take a cab."

"Don't be silly!" Dianna said "I can drive you home if you want, it's on my way." Chris, Lea, Harry, Cory, Naya, Mark and Chord all offered to drive him too. After arguing for a few minutes, they all decided on Dianna since she lived the closest.

"I don't have any plans for the weekend, so call me if you need anything" Chris said.

"Cory and I are going to San Diego, but I can drop by and leave you some soup before we leave" Lea proposed.

"Mark and I will probably go disk golfing, so if you feel up to it by sunday, maybe you could join us!" Chord added.

"Thank you" Darren smiled "to all of you, it's really nice to know that I can count on you guys. Chris, I will definitely call you. Lea, I would love some soup. And Chord, I'll gladly join you if I'm feeling better. But right now, I want to get off this floor."

"Can you walk to your trailer by yourself?" Mark asked with concern.

Darren was now sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. Remembering that he was wearing Blaine's clothes, he realized that he would have to get changed before going home.

"Yeah, I think so. The room stopped spinning a while ago, I should be fine" He slowly started getting up, using the wall for support. His friends were looking at him, prepared to catch him if needed.

"See? I"m-" his sentence was cut short as he started coughing violently, a pained expression on his face. When he had finally stopped, he was holding his chest, his eyes squeezed shut trying to catch his breathing.

"You were going to say fine, weren't you?" Chris asked sarcastically.

Darren was leaning against the wall and looked at his worried friends.

"Don't worry, it's nothing a good night of sleep and Lea's soup won't cure" Nobody looked really convinced.

"Well at least if you pass out again carrying your ass to the ER won't be that hard, even Lea could do it." Naya joked to lighten the mood. Which seemed to work as they all started laughing and making jokes about Darren's height.

The walk to his trailer took forever. With Chris' help he had finally managed to get inside and after thanking him and promising to call him if needed for the tenth time, shut his door as his on-screen boyfriend walked away. He walked near the bed in his small trailer, eying it with envy. The thought of just crashing onto the mattress and wake up on monday was very tempting. He gave one last look at the bed and stripped off of his costume, glad to get rid of the hideous and ridiculously warm cardigan. He took off his boxers and got into the shower, washing off the makeup and gel on his hair, hoping that the lukewarm water would make his fever drop a little. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as the water ran down his body.

Twenty minutes later, Darren was sitting in Dianna's car fast asleep.

Dianna looked at her sleeping friend, he looked so young and peaceful like that. His cheeks were flushed, probably from the fever. And his still wet hair was starting to curl, giving him a boyish appearance. His head was resting against the window, lips slightly parted and as she parked her car in his driveway, she decided to let him sleep a few more minutes, not having the heart to wake him up.

AN: I'm not really satisfied with this chapter. I kept re-writing it but couldn't get it quite right. Before you ask, no, this is not a Dianna/Darren or CrissColfer fic. It is purely friendship between the cast members. Please review and tell me what you thought. I hope that my portraying of Darren and the rest of the actors is close to reality, It's always hard writing real people