Word count: 426
Summary: A horrible nightmare leaves Chris calling Darren in the early hours of the morning. RPF.
Warnings/Spoilers: IT'S SO FUCKING FLUFFY I CAN'T EVEN. (Make sure you have something for the sweetness. It may cause tooth decay...If you're diabetic, it might not be a good thing to read.)
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Glee, FOX, Ryan Murphy or anything else related to the Glee universe. Nor do I know Chris or Darren and so I hope to God they never see this...
Chris woke with a start, his hand already flying out to grab his cell on the bedside table. He hit his second speed dial and pressed it to his ear, trying to calm his speeding heart and breathing. It rang and rang and his nerves were shot enough.
Chris breathing stuttered as he finally inhaled properly. It was just a dream, it was just a dream.
"Chris?" Darren's gruff, sleep-addled voice was so confused.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Chris panted, repeating his inner monologue. It was just a dream, it was just a dream.
"What was just a dream?"
Chris started. "Did I say that out loud?"
"Yeah," he heard Darren yawn. He pulled his cell away from his ear and saw it was just after 3am. Whoops. "So what was it?"
"You," Chris mumbled, fighting back tears. "It broke on Twitter that you'd died."
"Still alive and well, apparently," Darren said. "Although still a bit disoriented. I'd just been trying to write lyrics for a Star Trek musical and it was awful."
Chris smiled, wiping his eyes. Darren was fine. He was fine.
"Geez man, if this is what happens when I sleep at my place, I should stay at yours more often," Darren teased.
Chris shrugged before realising Darren couldn't see it. "I like you being here. It's comforting knowing that when I wake up, you're nearby."
"Only so I can cuddle you."
"You give good cuddles."
"I do, huh?" Darren yawned again. "Well, remind me to give you a big cuddle in the morning Colfer to prove I'm perfectly okay."
"Will do. Sorry to have woken you," Chris felt awful.
"Honestly, I should thank you for waking me up. Star Trek? Jesus. I'll have to tell Joey in the morning that that is one thing we are never touching," Darren chuckled and Chris managed a weak smile. "I'm going to go sleep again now, hopefully of more pleasant things. Are you going to be okay?"
Chris tugged the pillow from the other side of the bed over and inhaled Darren's smell that remained from a few nights ago. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just don't go mountain climbing or anything."
"Mountain climbing? Me? Dude, never," Darren said, hanging up.
Chris continued breathing in Darren's scent. It wasn't as calming as having him actually here, in his bed, in his arms, but it would be enough until he saw him in the morning.
A/N: I had the same nightmare a couple days ago, that Darren had died. I can still see the tweets about it from various cast members. Ugh.