Darren/Chris: Ad-Lib (PG-13)
Title: Ad-Lib
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer friendship
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 1,238
Spoilers: None, really. Mentions of dialogue and a scene from 2x22
Warnings: It's RPF? Fluff?
Summary: When Darren gets tired, he finds it easier than ever to become Blaine. At the moment, Darren is very, very tired.
A/N: ZOMG. My CrissColfer virginity is gone. It's just GONE, guys! I was rewatching 2x22 and just got the idea that maybe one of the lines in Blaine and Kurt's exchange was ad-libbed instead of scripted. And then this happened. Huge thanks go to oddmeants for encouraging me to write this. :D
Darren was exhausted.
No, that was a lie.
Two days ago, he'd been exhausted. Now, he was pretty much just an exoskeleton filled with espresso and junk food. Somewhere deep inside, there were probably little remaining memories of what it felt to be not tired. At the moment, though, he couldn't conjure them. His brain was itchy, sagging under the weight of his sleepiness and twitching from the mass quantities of caffeine he'd dumped down his throat.
This was the only scene he had to film for the finale. Just a moment at a table with Chris. This he could handle. There was no jumping on furniture, no singing, no needing to be brave for Kurt, or standing up to a bully or anything like that. He just had to sit there and stare adoringly at the man across the table from him.
He had to be Blaine, and well, he kind of loved getting to be Blaine.
Blaine had a lot of problems. He had a lot of backstory that Darren had made up to fill in the blanks until the writers fleshed it out on their own (if they ever even did). He loved Blaine. Blaine was important, not just to him, but to kids everywhere. To people everywhere. So yeah, Darren loved it when he got to be Blaine.
On some days, it was hard to get into that mindset, though. Darren hadn't been seventeen in quite awhile, and now that he was so fully immersed in adult life, it could get a little difficult to remember what it felt like to think that every little moment was so painfully, passionately important. That if you didn't kiss that person right now, you'd die. That if you didn't win that competition, the world would crash down around you.
Darren had long since learned that life just wasn't like that. Not in the real world. So when he was so embroiled in that grown-up lifestyle, yes, it sometimes took awhile to become Blaine.
But not today.
Today, he was so fucking tired that it happened almost immediately. His lines were fluttering around in his otherwise empty-feeling brain, so he knew on some level that he was still Darren. But sitting there watching Kurt--no, Chris--deliver his lines with such breezy enthusiasm made it so easy to just be Blaine. To remember what it felt like to think that you were going to be with this person forever even though you were young and precocious and had so much to learn about life and love and yourself.
It was so easy to be Blaine and be crazy about Kurt; the boy who had turned into a man over the last two seasons, who had grown up so much, who had faced obstacle after obstacle and who had managed to come out on the other side strong and beautiful in every way. When Darren was Blaine, he felt butterflies and longed to touch that perfect alabaster skin. To catch a whiff of subtle cologne. To just be with Kurt.
Blaine only had three lines in the scene before Mercedes and Sam came in:
While I understand passion, I do think that was unprofessional, but I'm sorry. Keep going.
Wait, I don't get it. You don't seem that sad at all.
I am so crazy about you.
That was it. The rest was all Kurt eloquently describing the trip and Blaine staring doe-eyed at him, marveling in how far his boyfriend had come. Again, it was easy to do because he had.
But when Kurt finished his speech, Blaine didn't want to say that he was crazy about Kurt. He'd already told him that, and though it was still true, it wasn't everything. It wasn't in his heart, and if he didn't say these words the minute he thought them, it was an opportunity wasted. It might be the only chance he ever had, so why not just blurt it out?
"I love you," Blaine said. They just stared at each other for a moment. Blaine didn't even care that Kurt took a moment to respond. It was written all over his face how much he loved Blaine back. Even if didn't say it at all, it was still okay. Because Blaine did love Kurt. More than he'd ever loved anything in his entire life.
It wasn't until Kurt said "I love you, too" that he realized what he'd done.
He wasn't supposed to say "I love you." Darren wasn't. Blaine wasn't. It wasn't in the script. He waited for Brad to yell "Cut!" at them, but he didn't. Chris just kept going, moving past his own addition to the script and continuing on.
"You know, when you stop and think about it, Kurt Hummel's had a pretty good year."
With that, Darren felt his exhaustion give way to the heightened sense of euphoria that always accompanies second winds. It was actually more like a fiftieth wind, but it got him through the rest of the scene without incident. When that first take was finally over, Brad ran to the table and crouched down before Darren was able to squeak out any kind of apology to Chris for changing things up the way he had.
"Darren, we've talked about ad-libbing, and-" Brad started, but Darren cut him off.
"I know, I'm sorry. It just... came out," Darren said, fighting the urge to rake his fingers through his perfectly gelled hair. He didn't need another thing to be in trouble for. "It's just that Blaine's already told Kurt that he's crazy about him, and here he is, sitting there realizing what a huge transformation his boyfriend has gone through. Of course he loves Kurt. But, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have let myself get so into character there. I'm kind of wiped and-"
"I was going to say that we've talked about ad-libbing and while it usually pisses me off, I kind of loved this. The reaction shot was perfect. I'm going to talk to Ryan, but I think we might leave it," Brad said before trotting off.
Darren cleared his throat and looked at Chris who was just shaking his head at him across the table.
"How tired are you?" Chris asked.
"On a scale of one to ten, I'm really fucking tired," Darren admitted, dropping forward to rest his elbows on the table.
"Yeah, I can tell," Chris said, "Well, it's looking like your exhaustion is going to give the fangirls something to freak out about."
"It'll tide them over for the summer since they're not getting that second kiss they all want," Darren said with a smirk.
"And I do thank you for not just mauling me across the table. The 'I love you' was fine. I could stay in character for that," Chris added with a little laugh.
"But if I'd kissed you, you wouldn't have been able to?" Darren teased.
"You probably would've gotten punched in the face."
"Is kissing me that awful?"
"I saw what you were eating earlier, Darren. You had a burrito from a gas station. Your lips are coming nowhere near mine after that."
"Oh is that so? Challenge accepted, Chris Colfer."
"There was no challenge there."
"That's what you think. But what I think is that we have a lot more takes to do and I can just feel myself getting even more tired. You never know what I might do."
Pairings/Characters: CrissColfer friendship
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 1,238
Spoilers: None, really. Mentions of dialogue and a scene from 2x22
Warnings: It's RPF? Fluff?
Summary: When Darren gets tired, he finds it easier than ever to become Blaine. At the moment, Darren is very, very tired.
A/N: ZOMG. My CrissColfer virginity is gone. It's just GONE, guys! I was rewatching 2x22 and just got the idea that maybe one of the lines in Blaine and Kurt's exchange was ad-libbed instead of scripted. And then this happened. Huge thanks go to oddmeants for encouraging me to write this. :D
Darren was exhausted.
No, that was a lie.
Two days ago, he'd been exhausted. Now, he was pretty much just an exoskeleton filled with espresso and junk food. Somewhere deep inside, there were probably little remaining memories of what it felt to be not tired. At the moment, though, he couldn't conjure them. His brain was itchy, sagging under the weight of his sleepiness and twitching from the mass quantities of caffeine he'd dumped down his throat.
This was the only scene he had to film for the finale. Just a moment at a table with Chris. This he could handle. There was no jumping on furniture, no singing, no needing to be brave for Kurt, or standing up to a bully or anything like that. He just had to sit there and stare adoringly at the man across the table from him.
He had to be Blaine, and well, he kind of loved getting to be Blaine.
Blaine had a lot of problems. He had a lot of backstory that Darren had made up to fill in the blanks until the writers fleshed it out on their own (if they ever even did). He loved Blaine. Blaine was important, not just to him, but to kids everywhere. To people everywhere. So yeah, Darren loved it when he got to be Blaine.
On some days, it was hard to get into that mindset, though. Darren hadn't been seventeen in quite awhile, and now that he was so fully immersed in adult life, it could get a little difficult to remember what it felt like to think that every little moment was so painfully, passionately important. That if you didn't kiss that person right now, you'd die. That if you didn't win that competition, the world would crash down around you.
Darren had long since learned that life just wasn't like that. Not in the real world. So when he was so embroiled in that grown-up lifestyle, yes, it sometimes took awhile to become Blaine.
But not today.
Today, he was so fucking tired that it happened almost immediately. His lines were fluttering around in his otherwise empty-feeling brain, so he knew on some level that he was still Darren. But sitting there watching Kurt--no, Chris--deliver his lines with such breezy enthusiasm made it so easy to just be Blaine. To remember what it felt like to think that you were going to be with this person forever even though you were young and precocious and had so much to learn about life and love and yourself.
It was so easy to be Blaine and be crazy about Kurt; the boy who had turned into a man over the last two seasons, who had grown up so much, who had faced obstacle after obstacle and who had managed to come out on the other side strong and beautiful in every way. When Darren was Blaine, he felt butterflies and longed to touch that perfect alabaster skin. To catch a whiff of subtle cologne. To just be with Kurt.
Blaine only had three lines in the scene before Mercedes and Sam came in:
While I understand passion, I do think that was unprofessional, but I'm sorry. Keep going.
Wait, I don't get it. You don't seem that sad at all.
I am so crazy about you.
That was it. The rest was all Kurt eloquently describing the trip and Blaine staring doe-eyed at him, marveling in how far his boyfriend had come. Again, it was easy to do because he had.
But when Kurt finished his speech, Blaine didn't want to say that he was crazy about Kurt. He'd already told him that, and though it was still true, it wasn't everything. It wasn't in his heart, and if he didn't say these words the minute he thought them, it was an opportunity wasted. It might be the only chance he ever had, so why not just blurt it out?
"I love you," Blaine said. They just stared at each other for a moment. Blaine didn't even care that Kurt took a moment to respond. It was written all over his face how much he loved Blaine back. Even if didn't say it at all, it was still okay. Because Blaine did love Kurt. More than he'd ever loved anything in his entire life.
It wasn't until Kurt said "I love you, too" that he realized what he'd done.
He wasn't supposed to say "I love you." Darren wasn't. Blaine wasn't. It wasn't in the script. He waited for Brad to yell "Cut!" at them, but he didn't. Chris just kept going, moving past his own addition to the script and continuing on.
"You know, when you stop and think about it, Kurt Hummel's had a pretty good year."
With that, Darren felt his exhaustion give way to the heightened sense of euphoria that always accompanies second winds. It was actually more like a fiftieth wind, but it got him through the rest of the scene without incident. When that first take was finally over, Brad ran to the table and crouched down before Darren was able to squeak out any kind of apology to Chris for changing things up the way he had.
"Darren, we've talked about ad-libbing, and-" Brad started, but Darren cut him off.
"I know, I'm sorry. It just... came out," Darren said, fighting the urge to rake his fingers through his perfectly gelled hair. He didn't need another thing to be in trouble for. "It's just that Blaine's already told Kurt that he's crazy about him, and here he is, sitting there realizing what a huge transformation his boyfriend has gone through. Of course he loves Kurt. But, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have let myself get so into character there. I'm kind of wiped and-"
"I was going to say that we've talked about ad-libbing and while it usually pisses me off, I kind of loved this. The reaction shot was perfect. I'm going to talk to Ryan, but I think we might leave it," Brad said before trotting off.
Darren cleared his throat and looked at Chris who was just shaking his head at him across the table.
"How tired are you?" Chris asked.
"On a scale of one to ten, I'm really fucking tired," Darren admitted, dropping forward to rest his elbows on the table.
"Yeah, I can tell," Chris said, "Well, it's looking like your exhaustion is going to give the fangirls something to freak out about."
"It'll tide them over for the summer since they're not getting that second kiss they all want," Darren said with a smirk.
"And I do thank you for not just mauling me across the table. The 'I love you' was fine. I could stay in character for that," Chris added with a little laugh.
"But if I'd kissed you, you wouldn't have been able to?" Darren teased.
"You probably would've gotten punched in the face."
"Is kissing me that awful?"
"I saw what you were eating earlier, Darren. You had a burrito from a gas station. Your lips are coming nowhere near mine after that."
"Oh is that so? Challenge accepted, Chris Colfer."
"There was no challenge there."
"That's what you think. But what I think is that we have a lot more takes to do and I can just feel myself getting even more tired. You never know what I might do."