What's Going On?
Chapter 3
Naya hugged Heather, kissing her neck friendly of course. Heather murmured something about what was going on so Naya paid attention, and glad she looked up when she did.
~Change~
Kurt smiled, somewhat unwillingly. In his house, in his room, were Sebastian Smythe, Blaine Anderson, and David Karofsky, though David was invited. In fact, Kurt didn't really know why he invited David over. Sebastian was looking at Kurt in a somewhat crude way. [Chris, in his mind, noted Grant didn't really want mean what his character was implying, so he brushed it off]. David was looking somewhat longingly at Kurt, but Kurt apparently failed to notice. Instead, he was currently looking at Blaine, whom was staring back at Kurt, tears in his eyes and an obvious urge to run and kiss Kurt, despite Sebastian and David in the room.
In fact, it appeared the only thing that was holding him back, was the evident glare in Kurt's eyes as if they were telling him warningly, Don't you even dare. And yet, Blaine could still barely contain himself. If the others weren't in the room, Kurt was sure Blaine would be bawling, begging to have his Kurt back.
And honestly, Kurt would like nothing more than to be back with him, and yet, he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. It just wasn't right after what Blaine said- and agreed to- about him. It was like he was lying to himself, saying he wanted Kurt back.
Suddenly, without any warning, Kurt collapsed.
~Fuzz~
Or at least, everyone thought it was Kurt (because honestly, the actors didn't have much time to go over the script together before Ryan changed something) but when Ryan himself stood and shouted, "Chris? Are you okay?" he turned to the others, "Hey, somebody! Stop filming and go CHECK ON HIM!"
Concerned, the three boys in "Kurt's Room" knelt to the floor all to check on him. Though Max seemed the most relaxed, Blaine seemed to be the only one to actually know what he was doing. He felt for a pulse, just to be sure, then checked for breathing. However, then a panicked face overcame him and he backed up. "Se- Grant. Grant! You and Max pick him up and- and take him out front. He- he just needs- needs a little f-fresh air." But by the time Blaine said air his voice had become nothing more than a whisper, and besides that, Grant and Max were already outside, carrying the limp Chris in their arms.
Unaware to most, as they were all freaking out over Chris, Blaine sat huddled into a corner when suddenly his eyeballs rolled back and he fainted, a faint trickle of blood rolled from one nostril, as though he had a concussion, or something.
Naya picked up Blaine with help from Heather and one of the staff. Together they carried him outside as well, after closing his eyes ('cause no one wanted to see the nasty clear whites of his eyes).
What's Going On? Seemed to suddenly be a popular thought.
Author's Note: So, I know it's short and there is definitely not a time to quality/quantity ratio going on here obviously and I suppose I apologize for that. But, on a happy note my other story is coming to a close so after this chapter this story should escalate (and as you can tell, the Drama is already working on that)!