Cut!
Before I knew it Darren was out of the room and out of the hallway.
"Is he alright?" Jayma asked me, looking worried. I swept the tears that were still on my cheek away and smiled, although I didn't feel happy at all.
"I think so. I'll go check on him," I said and stood up. "It's a wrap right?" I asked Ian, who nodded and waved me off.
I needed to see Darren.
Knocking on his trailer door I waited patiently.
"Go away. I'm busy," I heard his muffled voice say.
"It's me, Chris," I replied, because that usually did the trick.
There followed a long silence, which made me suddenly anxious and uncertain about coming to him.
"Can you please come back later?" I heard now.
His voice was different. Closer. Strained. Filled with hurt and sorrow.
It didn't make me want to leave, it actually made me want to break down the door and find him inside.
But still. He didn't say he didn't wanted to see me. He just didn't want to see me now.
"Sure," I said and took two steps away, but then dropped down on the little stairs that let up to his trailer.
Letting my head rest in my hands I didn't know what to do. Thinking back of the scene we just shoot I drew in a deep breath. God, Darren.
He looked so... so hurt, but still so in love, I almost wanted to pull my hair out.
What I wouldn't do to find someone one day who could look at me like Blaine looked at Kurt. Darren really was a phenomenal actor.
At that moment I heard a loud sob coming from the other side of the door, making me jump up immediately, pressing my ear close against the door.
I heard him pacing and could almost see how he would look right now. Sad Blaine was nothing compared to sad Darren.
Where Blaine looked like you hurt his puppy while he meanwhile probably blamed himself for all the bad things that happened, Darren would make your heart clench and make you want to drop everything to just hold him and make the world a better place for him.
Hearing him being so emotional like this made me realize the tears Blaine just shed probably didn't ask for very much acting skills.
"Darren," I said softly, pressing my forehead against the door.
"Chris? Why didn't you leave?" he asked me now, sounding confused and miserable.
God how would his eyes look right now.
It probably was a good thing that there was a physical barrier between us right now.
"While you're crying like this? You really think I'm that cruel?"
The door suddenly opened, almost making me fall to the floor in a very unflattering manner. But steady warm hands hold me up, making me look up automatically.
I told you the barrier was a good thing. Nothing could have prepared me for the many emotions I could see swirling through the beautiful hazel eyes that were looking at me.
Suddenly I had my arms full with Darren, hands grabbing my back in a desperate manner as if I would walk away from him if he didn't hold me this tight.
As if I could.
I could feel his tears wetting my shirt, but didn't care at all. This was Darren needing comfort and comfort I could give him.
