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Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee…..
As the girls and Ryan went back to the makeup room, Cory was once again left alone with Chris. Chris was sleeping peacefully on the couch, chest faintly rising up and down. Cory needed to get him to his trailer but he felt that if he touched him, he would wake up. He didn't want to disturb him from his peaceful sleep that Chris seemed to be in. Slowly and quietly, Cory started to lift the blanket off Chris, to fold it and put it under the couch. He successfully finished the task without waking him up. Now came the hard part. Cory had to carry Chris to his trailer without managing to wake him up. Trying not to make any noise at all, Cory started putting his hand under Chris' knees and his other hand on his back to support him; so far so good. Cory then lifted Chris in one quick and steady motion. Wow, he's even lighter than I thought, Cory thought to himself. Cory started walking towards the exit of the studio holding Chris in his arms when suddenly Chris started to slightly move in Cory's arms.
Cory looked at him and hoped to God that he wouldn't wake up. Oh jeez, please don't wake up! Everything was going good so far.
Chris then started moving his head and then his whole body. Eventually his eyes starting opening up very slowly too. Seconds later, a very confused Chris had his eyes open looking around the room, desperately trying to find out what was happening.
"Hey….. wherm I?" Chris asked groggily looking around the room. "And wherer you taking me? Pud me down."
Ah great! Cory thought. "Hey Chris, don't worry, everything is ok. I'm taking you to your trailer. Just go back to sleep."
Chris now fully awake said, "Why are you taking me to my trailer. I have to stay here and practice. Ryan's gonna yell at me."
"No it's fine Chris. Ryan told me to take you to your trailer. He said that you need to get some rest and feel better."
"But I feel fine. I can manage a headache. And put me down, I can walk on my own!"
"Chris, you're going to your trailer. You have to sleep this off in the nice comforting zone of your own trailer. And I don't think you're well enough to walk. I'm scared that you might tip over. And didn't you just say that you have a headache? Plus, I'm not gonna mess up again. I can't let anything more happen to you."
"No I wanna try walking. I think I can manage it."
"Are you sure? I really don't think this is a good idea."
"Yeah, I'll be fine. I've been sitting and lying down all day. I wanna try to walk."
"Ok but please tell me if you don't start feeling well."
"Ok I will." Chris said as Cory carefully put him down. Chris being the klutz that he is almost tripped on his own two feet as he started walking. Cory was there to catch him though before he hit his head on the pavement.
"Woah, easy there. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."
"Are you sure you don't want me to carry you? What if you faint or something and I'm not there to catch you?"
"Cory I didn't almost fall because I felt faint. I almost fell because I'm a really clumsy person. I tripped on my own two feet."
Cory looked at him suspiciously, "Ok then, whatever you say."
"Really Cory, I think I'll be fine."
As both of them exited the Paramount Studios, Cory's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hi Cory, this is Ryan. Is Chris with you?"
"Yeah he is. He's standing right next to me."
"What do you mean standing right next to you? I thought he was sleeping and you were carrying him."
"Oh, well he woke up and then he felt better so he wanted to walk by himself."
"Cory I wouldn't let him walk on his own just yet-"
"I know but he wouldn't stop arguing with me so I just decided to let him down. Besides, he seems ok right now and I also told him that if he can't walk anymore, to tell me so I could carry him the remainder of the way."
"Ok but just keep an eye on him. Also be back in about an hour because you have a scene to film. How much more time until you get to his trailer?"
"Umm I'd say about 10 more minutes."
"Ok and don't forget to call Darren. Also don't leave Chris until Darren gets there understand?"
"Yeah, I got it. I'm obviously not gonna mess up again."
"Alright let's hope not. Ok I'll see you in an hour then."
"Yep."
"Be careful and just call me when you're on your way back."
"Ok, ok."
"Aright bye."
"Bye," Cory said in a hurry as he hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" Chris asked.
"Oh that was Ryan. He just wanted to see how you were doing and if I was working on getting you to your trailer."
"Oh."
"Yeah, he tends to be a little over protective. But that's why we all love him. He cares about us. Actually, he almost feels like a second father."
"He is our second father," Chris said chuckling.
"Yeah, true that!"
The two were half way to Chris' trailer when Cory looked behind him to check on Chris. He saw that he was going at a slower pace, looking a little pale.
"Hey Chris, you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little tired."
"Alright well we're almost there. Just hang on."
Once they reached the stairs, all they had to do was go up them, and continue going straight until they reached the section where all the trailers were. The hard part was going up the stairs because there were so many of them. After that, it was a piece of cake.
"Alright I can see the stairs. All we have to do is survive them and then we're practically there!" Cory said enthusiastically.
"Great," Chris said rather faintly.
Chris and Cory started trudging up the steps. At first it was easy; then it seemed to get harder as they kept on going up. They started slowing down their pace, especially Chris.
"Ugh, I hate stairs, especially going up them," Cory complained.
"Mhh me too…" Chris said groggily.
"Ugh, come on… we're almost to the top….. Just think… in less than 5 minutes, you'll be in your trailer… tucked in your nice and comfy bed, sleeping." Cory said out of breath.
"Yeah…."
"Chris? You ok?... Do you need a break? We can stop if you want."
"No I'll be ok…..I can handle it."
"You sure? You don't really look so good…."
"Yea I'm sure. I don't want to delay this trip any longer. I just want to go to my trailer. I can manage walking for 2 more minutes."
"Ok but remember, just tell me if you want to stop."
"Mm-hm," Chris responded weakly.
Finally, Cory reached the top of the stairs.
"Woohoo! Finally made it! Hard part's over now! Hear that Chris?"
Chris didn't say anything, he just nodded. Cory didn't seem to notice though. He was too busy walking towards the trailers were he could see them straight across. He was determined to get to them so he started jogging to pick up his pace. Cory was so excited about this that he accidently left Chris a little bit behind.
Chris was still working on getting to the top. He took his time, slowly trudging up the steps holding the railing for his dear life. By the time Chris reached the top of the stairs, he was doubled over, one arm clutched around his stomach.
Cory looked back to see if Chris was behind him. He saw him on the top step hunched over with his head resting on the cool surface of the railing. One arm holding the railing, the other holding his stomach. Cory sprinted back to Chris as fast as his legs could carry him and put his arm around Chris' shoulder.
"Chris? Are you ok? ... Chris?" Cory asked frantically. "Chris please answer me!"
"Cory….. I don't feel so good," Chris said as he clutched his stomach with both of his hands. I think…. I think I'm gonna throw up."
Oh God, not again. What could he possibly have left in his stomach to throw up?
"Uhhh ok. Don't worry. Everything's gonna be ok. You're probably gonna feel much better after you do anyways," Cory exhaled as he guided Chris to a trashcan next to the railing on the other side of the steps. Chris gripped the two handles of the trashcan and leaned over the side, making an awful choking noise in the back of his throat. A tear escaped his eye as he attempted to keep the contents of his stomach in.
"Chris no! Keeping it in won't do any good. It will only make it worse. Just go ahead and get it out of your system!"
Chris doubled over and threw up in the trashcan; tears escaping his eyes. Cory rubbed his back gently. As Chris proceeded to throw up, Cory looked more concerned than ever. With his hand on Chris' shoulder, Cory desperately tried rubbing circles onto it, trying to get Chris to relax. "It's ok Chris. Everything is gonna be alright."
Chris continued to retch until nothing was coming up and he was just dry heaving. "It's okay," Cory murmured. "Shh, it's okay."
Poor guy; He's really, really sick.
Finally, Chris straightened, wiping his mouth with a tissue he had in his pocket; then throwing it in the trash. "I'm…I'm really sorry," he mumbled; his eyes drooping and his face looking really pale.
"Chris, don't be sorry. You have no right to be; you're sick. It's me that should be saying sorry. I was stupid enough to let you hike up those stairs when you're sick."
Cory shook his head and sighed. God I just can't believe I did it again. I'm a failure, he thought to himself.
Chris released his tight grip he had on the railing. As he tried to stand up, he swayed a little to the right and almost fell over. Cory caught him just in time though.
"Woah, woah, woah. You're in no condition to walk."
"I can do it…."
"No. I'm not gonna to let you faint and have another accident. I'm carrying you back to your trailer."
With that, Cory scooped Chris up and headed on his way. Chris wanted to complain but he figured he would lose. Besides, he didn't have the energy to complain. All he wanted to do right now was be in his trailer and sleep in his nice, comfy bed.
Shit! Why does he feel so light every time I carry him? Must be from all that puking. God I really hope he's ok. I hate seeing him miserable like this, Cory thought to himself.
Cory continued on carrying Chris to his trailer. He was now about 100 feet from all of the cast's trailers. Just a few more seconds and Chris would get to relax.
Chris shifted his weight in Cory's hands and Cory looked down to see if anything was wrong.
"Hey you ok buddy? We're almost there, I promise."
"My head hurts... I feel really dizzy," Chris moaned as he put his hands on his head and closed his eyes.
Cory put his hand on Chris' forehead to see if he still had a fever.
"Yeah no wonder why. You're still very warm. Listen, once I get you in your trailer, I'm gonna call Darren so he can come and take care of you. He's gonna try to do everything that he can to make you feel better. Sound good?"
"Mm-hm," Chris said quietly.
"Alright bud. I know you can get through this. I just know it."
I hope you liked this chapter. Darren Criss comes next! :D