Fic: You Turned Your Back on Tomorrow
Title: You Turned Your Back on Tomorrow
Word Count: 2,455
Summary: Distance takes its toll and Blaine’s the one who feels it all.
A/N: Based on the song ‘Payphone’ by Maroon 5 (which is also where the title comes from). FUCKING BECCA AND ROSE MADE ME DO THIS OKAY. IT’S ALL THEIR FAULT. SO BLAME THEM.
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They say there’s a beginning and an ending to all good things. Blaine had hoped the beginning of the end wouldn’t start like this.
But it does.
Becca wanted me to write Chris and Darren sneaking off to the bathroom on set to have sex. Darren agrees that it’s a good idea.
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Approximately once every five minutes Darren leans over and whispers, “Sex!” in Chris’s ear.
It’s annoyingly endearing the first hour. The second hour it borders on irritating. By the third it’s back to hilarious and Chris actually has to wipe moisture away from his eyes as he struggles not to break character totally and ruin the shot with laughter.
“Seeeexxxxxx,” Darren whines, snapping back over into position the second the director looks their way.
“No,” Chris hisses back.
Darren can’t answer again until the camera is done rolling. He still whispers, just so none of the crew or the other actors overhear.
“But it’s been so long.” Darren pouts with his lower lip jutted out. “It’s been like… months.”
“Darren, you came over after filming last night. You spent the night,” Chris points out. “I gave you a handjob in the shower this morning.”
“But it’s been months since we got to fool around on set,” Darren clarifies. “This is a golden opportunity for memory-making.”
“It’s a golden opportunity to get fired.”
“Ryan found Lea’s panties in Finn’s backpack and they made it through okay. Besides, uh, they kind of need us right now with all the shit that’s going down. We could probably bareback on the table and as long as Ryan didn’t have to write us out of anything he’d just shrug.”
“And record it,” Chris says.
“And record it.” Darren does that snorty laugh, such a boy sound, weird and cute when paired with the dopey-eyed look he’s giving Chris. Chris doesn’t want to smile but not smiling in response to that look is practically a physical impossibility.
The scene is re-set and Chris grabs his back, going back to their starting positions. The corner of his mouth twitches hard when he hears Darren’s faint whisper of “But… sex? behind him.
#literally all i can think when i look at this is darren walking down the street #and he sees this piano and honstly could he resist? #no he could not #so he would sit down and play something or other #and he would get caught up in it and people would stop to listen to him for a few minutes #but he would be too absorbed in the music to even notice #and at the end of a song people clap a little for him and he just laughs and is so humble about it#enter chris who has never met darren before #but he notices the boy with the crazy curls playing the piano on the side of the street #and watches from the side #and when darren looks up to the people clapping for him #he notices the boy with the bright eyes watching him and looks back down at the piano a little flustered #and people walk away but chris stays and walks up and compliments him maybe and the two start a conversation and one ends up asking for the #others number for coffee #and i’m going to stop now but yeah this is just #this piano i like it (x)
Christ on a dick, Becca.
