Fic: Elevator go up, Elevator go stop.
Title: Elevator go up, elevator go stop.
Disclaimer: I don't own em, the belong to themselves, RPF folks!
Rating: PG-13-ish for a little bit of language I guess.
Characters/Pairings: Chris Colfer/Mark Salling RPF
Words: 2135
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt over at Glee fluff meme about getting stuck in an elevator. Hope you like it anon!
Summary: Mark and Chris spend some time together while stuck in an elevator.
Leaving the meet and greet, Chris already knew the others were planning to go out and trying to find something they could all do, which meant not going to a bar or club, because Chris couldn’t get in. He decided he would put an end to that quickly enough, just because he couldn’t go didn’t mean they couldn’t go either. Plus, he really didn’t like being the reason the others didn’t go out and have a good time. He didn’t like feeling like he was stopping them. Besides, he was pretty sure it couldn’t be healthy to spend this much time with the same people, Even if you did absolutely adore them and consider them your family.
“I think I’ll just head back to the hotel, I’m kinda tired.” Which wasn’t actually a lie, he was tired. “You guys go on ahead.” He can already see Lea forming a protest, Amber looks like she’s about to suggest they go do something together, and Naya is watching him the way his mother sometimes does when she’s worried about him. Really he isn’t sure what they think might happen, that the second he’s alone someone will just grab him off the street, and he’ll never been heard from again or something, he‘s sure.
Really, it’s ridiculous. He understands, he’s the baby of the group and the others have all fallen into this crazy, strange pattern of watching him like a hawk when they are anywhere other than the set. He wonders what they think he does when they’re not with him. When he’s at home, or goes to visit his parents, do they lock him away in his room to keep anything from happening? He’s getting ready to thwart attempts at doing something else, when Mark speaks up.
“I think I’ll head back too.” Apparently, that’s enough to settle Lea and Naya’s minds, because Mark is just big enough that they’re pretty sure no one will screw with him or Chris. Amber still looks hesitant, but when Chris turns that grin on her that she falls for every time, she reluctantly agrees to go. Mark makes a gesture towards the hotel and the two head back, walking silently next to each other. It’s not exactly companionable, but it’s not exactly uncomfortable either. Part of Chris is wondering if Mark just said he was going to head back to give Chris an out. Of course Mark didn’t always go out with them, so he really could just have wanted to head back.
“Thanks.” Chris says either way, because really they could still be standing there if he hadn’t spoken up. Mark tosses him a lazy grin before pushing him through the hotel doors, Chris would scowl if he wasn’t so busy trying not to fall flat on his face. Mark’s hand on his elbow saves him the embarrassment, but he does send him a half hearted brittle look, which Mark returns with a wide smile. Once the two finally make it through the crowd and into the elevator, Chris really does just want to go to bed. They aren’t really talking to each other, but when the elevator suddenly jerks to a stop and the lights flicker out Chris groans, it‘s not just because his back impacted with the hand rail either. The emergency lights flicker on and Mark is standing stock still before he glances over at him.
“You ok?” And Chris nods, loosening his death grip on the hand rail, rubbing his lower back gently, that was probably going to leave a mark. He watched as Mark proceeded to punch several buttons, nonstop, even when it became clear that something was wrong and that no matter how many times he hit the button it wouldn’t do anything. This unfortunately included the alarm button. Chris stifled another groan as he slid down the wall and braced his back against the wall. He had always been just a little bit claustrophobic, but being in the tight space with Mark all crowded around, it was making him fight for control.
“Would you stop doing that?” He finally says, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, and Mark’s finger stills briefly over the button, before he goes back to pressing it.
“Eventually it’ll have to work.” He replies and Chris is fairly certain he’s doing it to be annoying. Mark could be strange like that sometimes. All Chris really wants is for Mark to sit down and be still, because all his jittering about is freaking him out further. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were claustrophobic.” Mark’s voice is teasing, and Chris doesn’t answer, he just tilts his head back and shuts his eyes. It’s quiet for all of about three seconds, before Mark starts again. “Oh shit, are you?”
Mark didn’t swear that frequently, and it surprised Chris enough to make him look at him again, and apparently he must have had a look on his face or something because Mark actually does stop pressing the buttons and sits down across from him.
“You never mentioned that.” Mark says and he studies the kid across from him. In the slightly flickering emergency lights, Chris looks pale and there’s a tightness around his eyes that shows he’s more than a little freaked out.
“It never seemed all that important.” Chris says trying to shrug it off, he doesn’t like the dissecting look Mark’s set him with.
“Is that why you hated doing the dumpster scene’s so much?” He asks and Chris sighs before letting his head fall back against the wall slightly.
“One of them.” He admits and Mark keeps watching him with this look that’s such a strange combination of sympathetic and upset that Chris can feel his frustration coming to a boil, and he ends up snapping. “What, yes I’m a little claustrophobic, and it made those dumpster scenes unpleasant, but it didn’t help that I got hurt nearly every time we did it either.” And the guilty look that crosses Mark’s face makes Chris feel guilty and he ends up thumping his head against the wall.
“Look, it’s not your fault ok? You can’t help that I’m uncoordinated and twisted myself funny every time I landed.” Mark doesn’t respond and Chris clenches his jaw slightly, grinding his teeth in the process. He’s upset and really all he wants is for the damn elevator to start again so he can get the hell out of there. It’s quiet for several minutes, the only sound is Chris’ slightly harsh breathing. He didn’t realize he had shut his eyes until he hears the rustling of Mark’s clothes and suddenly he’s sitting next to him, and Chris has to fight the urge to flinch away. Jesus Christ, weren’t they just talking about how he was claustrophobic?
“You really are freaking out.” Mark comments and Chris fights back the withering look that he longs to toss Mark’s way, but he’s still feeling a little guilty for making Mark feel guilty about the whole dumpster thing, so he fights to keep his face relaxed, or well as relaxed as it can go with it fighting to work itself into lines of panic.
“Well this is kind of a small area, and you’re kind of massive.” Chris replies and Mark lets out an amused snort beside him.
“It could be worse, Cory could be here too.” Oh dear god, Mark was right, and Chris was pretty sure that would have done him in. Of course, Cory probably would have been all over the place too. If Cory knew Chris was panicking, he would have done something to try and cheer him up, which probably would have involved being massive closer to him in the tight confined space.
“That’s true.” Chris concedes, and Mark shifted a bit, scooting a bit further away. They sat in silence for a while and really Chris figured that would be ok, Mark liked quiet and Chris didn’t mind it much either, but apparently in this kind of situation, Mark just couldn’t stay quiet.
“Is there anything I can do?” Mark asked and he sounded so genuinely sympathetic, that Chris turns his head to look at him.
“Not really.” Chris admits, wishing there was something Mark could do, but seeing as to his knowledge Mark does not have super human powers, he doubts he can do much.
“Have you always been claustrophobic?” Mark asked, and Chris can tell the unasked question was actually, had something happened to cause him to become claustrophobic. The honest answer is it’s probably a mix of both, ever since he’d been little he hadn’t been particular fond of small spaces, but being constantly shoved into janitors closets in high school hadn’t really helped matters much either. He decided to go the honest approach.
“Sort of, even when I was little I didn’t like small spaces, but being shoved into closets didn’t help.” And for a second Chris regrets saying anything, because Mark is looking a bit stricken and Chris realizes that might have been something he didn’t bother to share with his cast mates. He had really only told them a little bit of what it was like growing up a lot of things he left out. He loved his friends, but he didn’t think they needed to know some things. He was protecting them, as well as himself, or at least that’s what he told himself.
“People shoved you into closets?” Mark finally asks lowly, and Chris flinches a bit, because yeah oops, that was something he must have neglected to share. As protective as the cast was, Mark normally didn’t make a big show of it, but something in his eyes told Chris that he was well and truly on his way to pissed.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“Chris, we are your friends you know. We do want to know about your life. You don’t have to censor it for us.” And now Chris feels guilty again. It must have shown on his face, because Mark sighed before reaching out and gripping Chris’ shoulder.
“Sorry.” Chris said, keeping his eyes on his shoes. His left shoelace was beginning to fray, and he wondered what that grayish stain on the side of his right one was. He was drawn out of the fascination that was his shoes by Mark’s voice.
“I’m afraid of shark tunnels.” Mark said suddenly and Chris blinks, because ok, yeah random.
“Ok.” He answered, because really, what else is there to say?
“Not of sharks themselves, but the idea of a shark tunnel freaks me out.” Mark continues, and Chris begins to wonder if cabin fever has started to set in. “I was at an aquarium once that had a little plaque next to all these scratches, that said something like a shark went nuts and tried to attack someone through the glass, don’t know why they’d advertise that, but I got freaked out by the idea of it, and all that water, the pressure, it freaks me out.”
“Oh,” Chris says because Mark paused and looked at him, and Chris thought he should say something.
“Once when I was like six, ok I might have been more like eleven, I ran through one screaming.” Chris blinks again, but it dawns on him what Mark is doing. He’s trying to find a level ground again. He then switches tactics and launches into this totally hysterical, if not obviously fabricated story about some woman he met. By the time he’s done, Chris is laughing so hard he’s nearly in tears, and Mark is grinning from ear to ear.
“Thanks Mark.” Chris says once he’s calmed down some, and Mark just grins, like he knew it would work the whole time.
The lights flicker before the elevator lurches and they start to move again. Once they finally reach their destination, nearly an hour later than they intended, Mark catches Chris by the arm before he can make it to his door.
“Nope, come on, we’re going to my room.” Mark said and Chris raises and eyebrow, but stumbles as Mark gives him a tug. “We’re getting room service and watching a movie.”
“We are?” Chris asks as Mark hooks his arm around his neck and strolls leisurely further down the hall.
“Yes.” And well, that does sound better than just going to bed, even if Chris is exhausted.
“Oh, ok then.” Chris replies and just lets Mark walk him down the hall. He realizes then that Mark really is his friend, because he still wanted to hang out with him even after watching him have a mini meltdown in the elevator and bite his head off over nothing. He smiled slightly to himself and silently agreed with Mark, he really did have friends now.
Disclaimer: I don't own em, the belong to themselves, RPF folks!
Rating: PG-13-ish for a little bit of language I guess.
Characters/Pairings: Chris Colfer/Mark Salling RPF
Words: 2135
Author’s Note: Written for a prompt over at Glee fluff meme about getting stuck in an elevator. Hope you like it anon!
Summary: Mark and Chris spend some time together while stuck in an elevator.
Leaving the meet and greet, Chris already knew the others were planning to go out and trying to find something they could all do, which meant not going to a bar or club, because Chris couldn’t get in. He decided he would put an end to that quickly enough, just because he couldn’t go didn’t mean they couldn’t go either. Plus, he really didn’t like being the reason the others didn’t go out and have a good time. He didn’t like feeling like he was stopping them. Besides, he was pretty sure it couldn’t be healthy to spend this much time with the same people, Even if you did absolutely adore them and consider them your family.
“I think I’ll just head back to the hotel, I’m kinda tired.” Which wasn’t actually a lie, he was tired. “You guys go on ahead.” He can already see Lea forming a protest, Amber looks like she’s about to suggest they go do something together, and Naya is watching him the way his mother sometimes does when she’s worried about him. Really he isn’t sure what they think might happen, that the second he’s alone someone will just grab him off the street, and he’ll never been heard from again or something, he‘s sure.
Really, it’s ridiculous. He understands, he’s the baby of the group and the others have all fallen into this crazy, strange pattern of watching him like a hawk when they are anywhere other than the set. He wonders what they think he does when they’re not with him. When he’s at home, or goes to visit his parents, do they lock him away in his room to keep anything from happening? He’s getting ready to thwart attempts at doing something else, when Mark speaks up.
“I think I’ll head back too.” Apparently, that’s enough to settle Lea and Naya’s minds, because Mark is just big enough that they’re pretty sure no one will screw with him or Chris. Amber still looks hesitant, but when Chris turns that grin on her that she falls for every time, she reluctantly agrees to go. Mark makes a gesture towards the hotel and the two head back, walking silently next to each other. It’s not exactly companionable, but it’s not exactly uncomfortable either. Part of Chris is wondering if Mark just said he was going to head back to give Chris an out. Of course Mark didn’t always go out with them, so he really could just have wanted to head back.
“Thanks.” Chris says either way, because really they could still be standing there if he hadn’t spoken up. Mark tosses him a lazy grin before pushing him through the hotel doors, Chris would scowl if he wasn’t so busy trying not to fall flat on his face. Mark’s hand on his elbow saves him the embarrassment, but he does send him a half hearted brittle look, which Mark returns with a wide smile. Once the two finally make it through the crowd and into the elevator, Chris really does just want to go to bed. They aren’t really talking to each other, but when the elevator suddenly jerks to a stop and the lights flicker out Chris groans, it‘s not just because his back impacted with the hand rail either. The emergency lights flicker on and Mark is standing stock still before he glances over at him.
“You ok?” And Chris nods, loosening his death grip on the hand rail, rubbing his lower back gently, that was probably going to leave a mark. He watched as Mark proceeded to punch several buttons, nonstop, even when it became clear that something was wrong and that no matter how many times he hit the button it wouldn’t do anything. This unfortunately included the alarm button. Chris stifled another groan as he slid down the wall and braced his back against the wall. He had always been just a little bit claustrophobic, but being in the tight space with Mark all crowded around, it was making him fight for control.
“Would you stop doing that?” He finally says, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible, and Mark’s finger stills briefly over the button, before he goes back to pressing it.
“Eventually it’ll have to work.” He replies and Chris is fairly certain he’s doing it to be annoying. Mark could be strange like that sometimes. All Chris really wants is for Mark to sit down and be still, because all his jittering about is freaking him out further. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were claustrophobic.” Mark’s voice is teasing, and Chris doesn’t answer, he just tilts his head back and shuts his eyes. It’s quiet for all of about three seconds, before Mark starts again. “Oh shit, are you?”
Mark didn’t swear that frequently, and it surprised Chris enough to make him look at him again, and apparently he must have had a look on his face or something because Mark actually does stop pressing the buttons and sits down across from him.
“You never mentioned that.” Mark says and he studies the kid across from him. In the slightly flickering emergency lights, Chris looks pale and there’s a tightness around his eyes that shows he’s more than a little freaked out.
“It never seemed all that important.” Chris says trying to shrug it off, he doesn’t like the dissecting look Mark’s set him with.
“Is that why you hated doing the dumpster scene’s so much?” He asks and Chris sighs before letting his head fall back against the wall slightly.
“One of them.” He admits and Mark keeps watching him with this look that’s such a strange combination of sympathetic and upset that Chris can feel his frustration coming to a boil, and he ends up snapping. “What, yes I’m a little claustrophobic, and it made those dumpster scenes unpleasant, but it didn’t help that I got hurt nearly every time we did it either.” And the guilty look that crosses Mark’s face makes Chris feel guilty and he ends up thumping his head against the wall.
“Look, it’s not your fault ok? You can’t help that I’m uncoordinated and twisted myself funny every time I landed.” Mark doesn’t respond and Chris clenches his jaw slightly, grinding his teeth in the process. He’s upset and really all he wants is for the damn elevator to start again so he can get the hell out of there. It’s quiet for several minutes, the only sound is Chris’ slightly harsh breathing. He didn’t realize he had shut his eyes until he hears the rustling of Mark’s clothes and suddenly he’s sitting next to him, and Chris has to fight the urge to flinch away. Jesus Christ, weren’t they just talking about how he was claustrophobic?
“You really are freaking out.” Mark comments and Chris fights back the withering look that he longs to toss Mark’s way, but he’s still feeling a little guilty for making Mark feel guilty about the whole dumpster thing, so he fights to keep his face relaxed, or well as relaxed as it can go with it fighting to work itself into lines of panic.
“Well this is kind of a small area, and you’re kind of massive.” Chris replies and Mark lets out an amused snort beside him.
“It could be worse, Cory could be here too.” Oh dear god, Mark was right, and Chris was pretty sure that would have done him in. Of course, Cory probably would have been all over the place too. If Cory knew Chris was panicking, he would have done something to try and cheer him up, which probably would have involved being massive closer to him in the tight confined space.
“That’s true.” Chris concedes, and Mark shifted a bit, scooting a bit further away. They sat in silence for a while and really Chris figured that would be ok, Mark liked quiet and Chris didn’t mind it much either, but apparently in this kind of situation, Mark just couldn’t stay quiet.
“Is there anything I can do?” Mark asked and he sounded so genuinely sympathetic, that Chris turns his head to look at him.
“Not really.” Chris admits, wishing there was something Mark could do, but seeing as to his knowledge Mark does not have super human powers, he doubts he can do much.
“Have you always been claustrophobic?” Mark asked, and Chris can tell the unasked question was actually, had something happened to cause him to become claustrophobic. The honest answer is it’s probably a mix of both, ever since he’d been little he hadn’t been particular fond of small spaces, but being constantly shoved into janitors closets in high school hadn’t really helped matters much either. He decided to go the honest approach.
“Sort of, even when I was little I didn’t like small spaces, but being shoved into closets didn’t help.” And for a second Chris regrets saying anything, because Mark is looking a bit stricken and Chris realizes that might have been something he didn’t bother to share with his cast mates. He had really only told them a little bit of what it was like growing up a lot of things he left out. He loved his friends, but he didn’t think they needed to know some things. He was protecting them, as well as himself, or at least that’s what he told himself.
“People shoved you into closets?” Mark finally asks lowly, and Chris flinches a bit, because yeah oops, that was something he must have neglected to share. As protective as the cast was, Mark normally didn’t make a big show of it, but something in his eyes told Chris that he was well and truly on his way to pissed.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
“Chris, we are your friends you know. We do want to know about your life. You don’t have to censor it for us.” And now Chris feels guilty again. It must have shown on his face, because Mark sighed before reaching out and gripping Chris’ shoulder.
“Sorry.” Chris said, keeping his eyes on his shoes. His left shoelace was beginning to fray, and he wondered what that grayish stain on the side of his right one was. He was drawn out of the fascination that was his shoes by Mark’s voice.
“I’m afraid of shark tunnels.” Mark said suddenly and Chris blinks, because ok, yeah random.
“Ok.” He answered, because really, what else is there to say?
“Not of sharks themselves, but the idea of a shark tunnel freaks me out.” Mark continues, and Chris begins to wonder if cabin fever has started to set in. “I was at an aquarium once that had a little plaque next to all these scratches, that said something like a shark went nuts and tried to attack someone through the glass, don’t know why they’d advertise that, but I got freaked out by the idea of it, and all that water, the pressure, it freaks me out.”
“Oh,” Chris says because Mark paused and looked at him, and Chris thought he should say something.
“Once when I was like six, ok I might have been more like eleven, I ran through one screaming.” Chris blinks again, but it dawns on him what Mark is doing. He’s trying to find a level ground again. He then switches tactics and launches into this totally hysterical, if not obviously fabricated story about some woman he met. By the time he’s done, Chris is laughing so hard he’s nearly in tears, and Mark is grinning from ear to ear.
“Thanks Mark.” Chris says once he’s calmed down some, and Mark just grins, like he knew it would work the whole time.
The lights flicker before the elevator lurches and they start to move again. Once they finally reach their destination, nearly an hour later than they intended, Mark catches Chris by the arm before he can make it to his door.
“Nope, come on, we’re going to my room.” Mark said and Chris raises and eyebrow, but stumbles as Mark gives him a tug. “We’re getting room service and watching a movie.”
“We are?” Chris asks as Mark hooks his arm around his neck and strolls leisurely further down the hall.
“Yes.” And well, that does sound better than just going to bed, even if Chris is exhausted.
“Oh, ok then.” Chris replies and just lets Mark walk him down the hall. He realizes then that Mark really is his friend, because he still wanted to hang out with him even after watching him have a mini meltdown in the elevator and bite his head off over nothing. He smiled slightly to himself and silently agreed with Mark, he really did have friends now.