Darren and Chris were curled up on the couch like they did every night after dinner. Darren was sitting between Chris' legs and Chris was drawing random patterns on Darren's chest with his thumb. "I think I can take this thing off now." Darren said, pointing at the bandage around head.

"Really?" Chris looked at the man laying on his chest. "I know the doctor said you could take it off today, but you can never be too sure." He wanted Darren to get rid of the bandage because he loved Darren's free, curly hair. But he secretly needed the thing to reminded him this wasn't Darren.

"I'll be fine." Darren assured him. "I'm dying to wash my hair." He watched Chris walk to the kitchen and get some scissors. "Just watch out for the curls." Darren said when Chris was about to cut the bandage off his head.

"I would never do your curls any harm." Chris said while cutting it. "There you go." He unwrapped Darren's head and watched the hair stick to his 'boyfriend's' head in the shape of the bandage.

"How do I look?" Darren asked, a big grin across his face.

Chris ruffled the curls on Darren's forehead to get them to their usual shape again, but it didn't work. "A little sticky," He answered. "but I've missed your hair."

"Really?" Darren asked surprised.

"Yes, I like it wild and messy. That way I can run my fingers trough it whenever I want." Chris demonstrated it by running his fingers trough Darren's hair. He made sure to avoid the scar on the left side of his head.

"Maybe I shouldn't gel it down today." Darren said.

"Go wash your hair." Chris said before placing a kiss on Darren's lips. He ran his fingers down his jaw and noticed the stubble there. "Hmm and shave."

Darren took a while to shower, which Chris used to think to himself he was holding up pretty well. There hadn't been a situation where he wasn't able to lie his way out and he was used to the attention he received from Darren by now. Yes, he was enjoying Darren's attention and kisses more than he probably should, but he was only human. Before he knew it Darren was back, freshly showered and shaved. "Hey." Darren said, sitting closely to Chris on the couch.

"Hi?"

"Better?"

"Much."

Darren kissed his 'boyfriend' who put his hand safely on Darren's shoulder. Darren guided the hand to the left side of his head. Chris tried to pull it away, because that was where Darren's scar was. But Darren insisted the ran his hand trough the hair there. "See, I'm almost fully recovered. I won't break."

Darren captured Chris' lips in a heated kiss again. Chris decided to let Darren have this. He couldn't think of an excuse to make Darren stop kissing him. And he didn't want to stop either. A little kissing couldn't hurt, right?

Darren laid down on his back on the couch and pulled Chris on top of him. Chris made sure their hips didn't touch, because he didn't want Darren to notice his growing problem. Darren started to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along Chris' jaw and neck.

He slid his hands in Chris' backpockets. Okay, he is getting a little touchy, but that's alright. He'll probably ask for a cooling down in a little bit.

But Darren didn't want to cool down. Instead he kissed up Chris' neck again. When he reached Chris' ear he whispered hotly. "I want you so bad." While de practically moaned the words he bucked his hips up into Chris'.

It took everything Chris had not to moan when their crotches touched. His eyes snapped open when he realised what he was doing. He was taking advantage of Darren's state. No, this wasn't Darren. Darren would never do this with him. Chris couldn't do it. What if Darren remembered this after he had become himself again? Their friendship would never be the same. "Stop!" He squeaked. "Stop! Please stop." Darren's lips stilled against the skin on his throat.

"Why?" Darren pulled away to look at Chris. His expression said 'kicked puppy'. "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No," Chris said nervously. "but we can't." He said without any further explanation.

"Yes we can." Darren tried to pick up where they had stopped by nibbling at Chris' throat again. "We're all alone." Chris' breath hitched and he jerked away from Darren's touch again. He jumped off the couch so Darren couldn't start over once more.

"You are not recovered." Was all he could think of to make Darren stop.

"Stop blaming it on that stupid accident thing!" Darren yelled and sat up straight. "You're acting weird, everyone is. I want an explanation." He crossed his arms, waiting for Chris to explain to him why his world didn't make sense anymore.

"No one is acting weird!" Chris denied.

"Oh just stop." Of course Darren saw right trough Chris' lie. Everyone was acting weird. Could you blame them? No, Darren was the weirdest of them all. "Yesterday at school, everyone was looking at me like I was mental and you're scared of me. What's going on?"

"I'm not scared of you."

"You are! You jumped off me like I burned you!" Darren's voice softened. He took a breath before he spoke again. "I just want to be close to you. I've missed you. Why aren't you letting me be close to you?" Darren begged him.

Chris didn't have an answer to that one. He wrapped his arms around himself in a weak shield. "Stop pressuring me!" He cried out. "I never thought you'd try to force me into sleeping with you." In his voice was his disappointment clearly audible.

"This is not just about sex!" Darren lost his cool again. "You've been distant ever since I woke up! I'm the one who's been in the hospital," He pointed at himself. "I can tell you when I'm hurting! Right now it's not my head that's hurting me. It's you."

"Do you think I like this?" Chris didn't know if it was him or Kurt talking at that point. "Do you think I like seeing the man I love being crushed under a stagelight? I was scared. I was afraid you'd never wake up." This was defiantly Chris talking. "I don't want to do anything that might cause any trouble."

"You're not even making sense right now!" Chris was surprised by Darren's response. He thought he gave a believable performance. "I just told you I'm fine!"

"And I told you not to pressure me!"

"I just want you to act normal!"

Chris didn't know what to say anymore. He couldn't act normal. He couldn't be himself and he couldn't be Kurt. When he acted in love as Kurt he felt guilty. Like he was using the situation to be close to Darren. He was living someone else's life, wearing someone else's clothes, stealing someone else's love. But the worst thing was; it felt right. He couldn't think of anything else than wanting to be in Darren's arms the way Kurt was in Blaine's. But he wanted the real Darren. Not this shell of him with someone else on the inside. "I don't want to see you right now." Run. That was what he was about to do. There was no other way out.

"Then leave." Said Darren.

Chris wished it was that simple. "I can't, the doctor said-"

"Screw him!" Darren cut him off. He was getting sick of everyone only caring about what the doctor said. He was the one who could feel his head. "I'm leaving!" He jumped up and made his way to the door, grabbing his jacket and his keys on the way.

"No, Blaine." Chris jumped in front of the door. "Let me bring you to someone." He couldn't let Darren go out by himself. "I can't stand the thought of you being alone. Who do you want me to bring you to?" Chris took the keys from Darren.

"Cooper."

"Anyone but him." That was out of the question. He had only met Matt once, so he couldn't ask this from him. And how was he supposed to explain Matt's partner and children to Darren? "You know he's out of town. Who do you want me to get you too?" Darren didn't answer. "Don't be such a baby."

"Well, you're acting like my sitter, so I might as well act like one." Darren snapped.

He needed to get Darren out of there. Chris couldn't handle it anymore. "I'll bring you to Sam's." He just said the first name that popped up in his head. Chord would just have to deal with Darren for a little while.

"I don't want to go there." Protested Darren.

"Then where do you want to go?" Darren was so frustrating! Again, why couldn't he have a broken bone? That'd be way easier.

"Nick."

Of course. Of course one of The Warblers. Chris was desperate to get rid of Darren for a little while. "I'll see what I can do." He murmured and walked to the kitchen to call Curt.

He dried his tears and reached for the phone in his pocket. He searched for the name in his contact list and pressed call. He cleared his throat to steady his voice when he waited for Curt to answer.

"Hello?

"Hey Curt."

"Chris! I haven't talked to you in forever!"

"Listen, I need a favor, but it's a little weird."

"I never expect anything different from you."

"It's about Darren." Chris explained everything in one breath. After Curt had laughed for five minutes when Chris told him how they had ended up in this fight, Chris asked him if he could drop Darren off at Curt's for a couple of hours.

"So what you want me to do is talk to Blaine as Nick?"

"Yes, do you think you can do that?"

"Under one condition."

"What would that be?"

"Admit that you're in love with Darren."

"What?"

"I've worked with both of you, the hearteyes were almost unbearable."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"If that was true you would just say it. You've got nothing to hide, right?"

"If I would say it you would tell everyone and make up stories."

"I won't tell a soul and I won't make anything up."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"I might have a tiny crush on him."

"I never said something about a crush."

"Maybe I am a little bit in love with him. Satisfied?"

"Nah."

"Fine. I'm in love with him."

"There you go."