Hey guys! I've been thinking about this story since I last updated it (which was not that long ago) and I have a really well thought out plan for it. Now that I have a plan I'm hoping that my updates will be much faster! Keep on reading and keep on reviewing!

Warnings: some mild language

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. All rights belong to Ryan Murphy!

Cory, Lea, Amber, and Dianna are all sitting near each other in the makeup and hair room getting ready for their next scene. Cory is finishing up with his makeup. The makeup artist has a few more spots he has to fill on Cory's face and then he will finally be done. Dianna and Amber are still waiting for their turn, but it will only be a few more minutes until someone will take them momentarily. Lea is sitting on a chair reading a magazine while the hair stylist is curling her hair. The other glee cast is in the room too, preparing for their next big scene. Cory is now done and he is signaled to go sit and wait by one of the chairs that people go to when they're finished. Having nothing to do, Cory decides to take a look over his lines so he could make sure he knows them by heart and so he won't embarrass himself by messing up. He searches inside his bag that he brought with him but can't seem to find his script.

"Uh oh"

"What?" Lea asks

"I can't find my script!"

"Well maybe you aren't looking hard enough. You put it in your bag right?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. I'll check one last time."

"Yeah, always recheck just to be on the safe side."

Cory frantically searched his bag for his script but couldn't seem to find it.

"Shit, I can't find it!"

"Hmm…where was the last time you saw it?"

"I don't know….. If I had to guess it would probably be back at the studio. Maybe I forgot it there…."

"You should go check."

"Yeah you're right. I'll be right back."

Cory left his seat and went inside the studio the cast was previously rehearsing in. He opened the door and jumped.

"Oh my god, I forgot Chris was here," he whispered to himself.

As he got further into the room, Cory spotted something big and white underneath the piano's seat. He quickly ran over to it and to his surprise, it was his script.

"Oh my god! I found it! Wow, it must of fell out of my bag or something."

Cory happily retrieved the item and soon began walking to the door's exit. As he was leaving though, he heard some soft moaning sounds. He looked behind him and saw Chris moving his head back and forth and his eyes scrunched together.

"He must be having a bad dream," he said to himself.

Not wanting to leave Chris alone in this condition, Cory took closer steps to where Chris was sleeping and soon got right by his side.

Chris now started to twist and turn and Cory noticed that he was starting to open his eyes. Cory kneeled next to him and touched his forehead. He noted that his forehead was still very warm. Chris now had his eyes opened and he looked very confused.

"Hey buddy. How ya doin?" Cory asked.

Chris took the time to look around the room before he answered. He slowly got up into a sitting position on the couch.

"Where am I?" Chris asked as he looked around the room.

"You're in the filming studio silly."

"Oh yeah…. I knew that…."

"It's ok. You're probably very confused right now. Plus you're kind of trying to recover from a virus, as I heard. By the way, how are you feeling? We've all been worried sick about you."

"Better. Sleep can really do miracles for you. My headache that I had this morning and throughout all of today is starting to fade away."

"That's good. I'm happy," Cory smiled. "How about your stomach? Do you still feel nauseous or lightheaded?"

"Ehh, I'm iffy iffy on that," Chris said holding his stomach.

"Do you want to try and eat something? Because you haven't eaten all day. Maybe that will help you and also boost up your energy."

"Actually I'm not that hungry. I'm really thirsty though."

"Oh ok no problem. I'll go get you something to drink."

Cory hurried off to the kitchen and half a minute later he was back with two big glasses of water (Chris needed to fill up his stomach somehow and right now he was refusing to eat anything). Cory also remembered that people who have a stomach virus or throw up tend to get dehydrated a lot and very fast. He remembered the doctor telling him to drink lots and lots of fluids when he was sick with a stomach virus and he had to go to the doctor's for it some time ago. Cory set one glass on the table by the couch and gave the other glass to Chris so he could start drinking.

"Alright, drink up bud."

Chris downed half of the water in the cup in just seconds. He took a break to get his breath back, and then finished the glass off faster than his first trial.

"Wow, you really were thirsty!"

"Uh huh," Chris nodded as he handed the empty glass to Cory.

"Here, take this too. You should drink as much as you can so you won't get dehydrated. That once happened to my sister and she had to go to the hospital and get an IV. It was pretty scary." Cory said as he offered Chris the other glass of water while he put the empty one he was holding on the ground.

Chris drank the water in the glass a little bit slower than the last one. Two minutes went by and he was three fourths done, when he stopped drinking and handed the glass to Cory.

"That's it? You're done? You're not gonna drink anymore?"

"Uh uh," Chris shook his head sideways as he slumped upright on the couch.

"Are you sure you can't finish this? You only have a little more left," Cory said as he examined the almost empty glass of water.

"No it's ok, I'll pass." Chris said as he later swallowed.

"Ok I'll put this on hold for you then. Maybe you can finish it later. If you start to feel thirsty though just tell me and I'll grab you some more water."

"Okay," Chris said as a small hiccup escaped his throat.

"Yeah, people like you need to stay hydrated in order to get better. Trust me on that one."

"Mmhhmm…." Chris said weakly. At that moment, Chris' throat suddenly tightened. He sank back against the couch closed his eyes and let out a deep breath.

"Woah, you ok Chris? You look like you're gonna be sick."

"I think I am….." Chris said as he shut his eyes tighter and swallowed hard trying to keep whatever was going to come up down in his throat.

Shit! Cory thought to himself. He looked horrified. His eyes grew half the size and he was now looking helplessly at Chris trying to figure out what to do. "Ummm just uh stay here. I'll be back with a uh trashcan."

Cory sprinted up to the trashcan and brought it over to Chris. Chris was now covering his mouth afraid that if he let go, he would puke up whatever he had left in his stomach, all over the place.

As soon as Cory put down the trashcan on Chris' lap, Chris grabbed it with both hands and leaned over it and vomited most of the water he drank about five minutes ago. Cory winced as he listened to Chris throw up.

Poor guy, he's really, really sick, Cory thought as he rubbed tiny circles onto Chris' back in order to comfort him.

Chris continued to vomit for about five minutes. Cory rubbed his back hearing Chris painfully retch and cough up the little contents he had in his stomach.

So much for keeping him hydrated, Cory thought.

At the end of those five minutes Chris was dry heaving and nothing really was coming up. He assumed he was done (for now) and he leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch praying that his churning stomach wasn't going to rebel anytime soon.

Cory took out some mouthwash he had in his pocket and he offered it to Chris. "Here try this. It usually helps with the bad taste."

Chris took it and rinsed out his mouth, spitting out the blue liquid in the garbage can. He cringed as the afterburning taste stung his mouth. He closed the lid, thanked Cory and gave it back to him.

"No problem," Cory said as he patted Chris' back. Chris was now leaning on to Cory, resting his head on his shoulder.

"I…I'm, I'm really sorry you had to see that," Chris said softly and apologetically.

"Oh Chris no! Don't say that. I'm just really happy I was here to help. How are you feeling now?"

"A little bit better. My stomach is starting to settle down."

"Ok. That's a good sign."

Cory moved the trashcan out of Chris' way and put it down on the floor next to the couch. When he was finished doing this, he got out his phone to check what time it was.

"Wow, it's 12:43! Time flies!"

Right after Cory said that, he heard the front door of the studio open. Ryan was making his way in along with Lea, Dianna, and Amber. They all looked very relieved like they just remembered they didn't forget to do something important.

"Oh there you are! We were looking all over for you!" Lea exclaimed.

So did you like it? Comment so I know what you thought about it! Also I sometimes take requests too…. I already took one and will be adding it in a future chapter…