Chris/Cory RPS I just wanted to say thank you
“Cory?” Chris knocked twice on the door of his co-stars trailer and waited briefly. “Cory?”
After a couple of minutes with no reply Chris began rapping impatiently against the door. “Cory!”
“I’m here Chris, what’s up.” Chris started slightly before turning around to face a 6”3 Cory Monteith carrying a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and his script in the other, eyebrows raised as he waited for an answer.
“Oh, hi, sorry I thought you were,” Chris gestured to the trailer behind him as Cory raised his eyebrows even further. “Anyway, I was told that you told ‘Toronto Sun’ that I deserved an award for my acting.” He bit his lip as Cory laughed.
“I did, you do deserve an award.” Chris felt his cheeks burn as he blushed slightly. “Was that all? You were banging on my door pretty hard!”
“Oh, urm, sort of. I just wanted to say thank you, that was really sweet.” He felt himself blush harder and inwardly cringed. “But, yeah that’s about it really.”
Cory was smiling at him in that way again, the one which pretty much screamed, ‘I am trying my damndest not to laugh at you.’ “You are very welcome. As I said, it was true.” Chris smiled and looked down at his feet.
“Do you want to come in? Or are you just going to stand in front of the door making it impossible for anyone else to enter?” Chris looked up; eyes wide and glanced back to the door he was standing in front of, the one he was previously rapping as if his life depended on it.
“Oh geez, sorry!” He went to move before Cory spoke again.
“Wait, Chris I didn’t even think of this before, can you help me out?” The shorter boy furrowed his brow in confusion before Cory raised his hands, both full. “Can you open the door for me?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry of course.” He turned to the door pushed his hand on the handle, before turning back round to face an amused looking giant.
“The key’s in my back pocket.”
“Yeah, I forgot you generally lock a door when you go out.” Chris hit himself mentally for being a dumbass before walking over to Cory, who was chuckling unhelpfully, as per usual. “Urm which back pocket?” The thought of having to reach into Cory’s back pockets was terrifying.
“The right I think…”
“Actually, why don’t I just take your coffee?” He almost sighed in relief at his own quick thinking at that moment.
“Yeah,” Cory laughed and handed the mug over, “That would probably be a better idea.” Once he had a free hand he reached into his back pocket, not noticing the way Chris was staring into his mug to avoid following his movements, and leant forward to unlock the door.
“Here you go.” Chris handed Cory his mug back as soon as the door was open and Cory was inside his trailer.
“Thanks. I wasn’t joking though; you can come in if you want.” Cory disappeared into his trailer, leaving Chris standing outside the door, unsure of what to do. Of course it wouldn’t be the first time Chris had been invited into Cory’s trailer, in a purely platonic way, of course. But that was the whole problem for Chris. He didn’t want to be invited into Cory’s trailer ‘platonically’.
“It’s okay; if you’re learning lines then I can go.” He stuck his head through the door to see Cory settle down on the sofa and lay out his script on the coffee table. “I’ll see you later-”
“I think you’re in one of these scenes, if you want to go through it.” Cory looked up at Chris and smiled before lowering his gaze to the script in front of him and flicking through it. “Yeah, see here.” He pointed at the page and grinned up at Chris.
“Urm,” Chris weighed out the options in his head; he could go and have a chat with Amber or Lea, or he could go and work on his choreography with Zack, or… he could go inside and practice his lines with Cory.
“So which scene is this?”
Cory’s grin got impossibly wider as Chris walked into the trailer and sat next to him on the sofa, a comfortable distance apart, mind you. “I think it’s your scene with Heather-”
“The Brittany/Kurt scene? I thought you meant I had a scene with you?” Chris leant over to look at the script for ‘Laryngitis’.
“Urm, well there might be at some point, I just thought you might want to go over your lines.” Chris felt his throat close up at the thought of practicing the kissing scene-
“Are you sure? Have you read it?”
“Yeah, I’ve flicked through it.” Cory looked over to where Chris was sitting, biting his lip and staring at the script. “I’ve read the kissing bit if that’s what you’re worried about.” Chris’ eyes flitted up to meet Cory’s immediately, his mouth gaping slightly. “Don’t worry, I’m very good. You just have to pretend you don’t like it right?” Chris’ eyes widened further as Cory leaned over him, pushing him down gently with one hand. “Just imagine I’m Heather.”
Chris went to open his mouth to protest at the same moment Cory leant down and pressed their lips together.
His heart felt like it might explode as Cory began to kiss him, massaging his lips against his in a way which Chris could only describe as heavenly, and felt himself harden, so close to Cory’s leg. He mentally crossed his fingers in the hope that the taller of the two wouldn’t move. He felt an electric shock run up his side as Cory’s hand travelled over his hip. His eyes slipped closed and he felt himself lean into the kiss and he moved to wrap his arms around Cory’s broad shoulders. All of a sudden, Cory pulled away completely to look at the script, leaving Chris lying underneath him, gasping furiously.
“Nope, I didn’t think so.” Cory looked back over to Chris’ flushed face and waved the script. “You’re supposed to bat my hand away.” Chris felt all the blood drain from his face. He had got into that kiss way too much. What was Cory going to think? Was he really just helping him with his scene?
“Oh well,” He shook his head and sighed dejectedly. “I guess we’ll just have to try it again until you get it right aren’t we?” Cory grinned and leant back down again to cover Chris’ mouth with his own once more.
Because we KNOW it happened really.... right