Author's note: Once again, I come up with some of the strangest ideas! I was doing laundry when the idea struck me for this. So…this is the top secret Klaine project I have been working on. Like…the only person who knows about this is my Twitter Twin, Chris…that's how deep it goes! So….enjoy!

Chapter 1-The Idea

Blaine Anderson came into the kitchen with his glasses on his face, an apple in one hand and a newspaper in another. He was reading something that caught his eye. Something that his husband, Kurt Hummel-Anderson, had written. The most popular fashion columnist this side of the world. He chuckled when he saw the most recent article on some big celebrity's fashion faux pas.

"…and to the world's newest sensation, Darren Criss. Darren, darling! We've talked about this! Plaids and solids are NEVER okay! Stop, just stop it. I can't with you. Until next week. KA."

Blaine smiled and put the paper down. He looked at his husband, who was typing away furiously on his laptop, probably up against some deadline. He put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and watched him react instantly. He instantly relaxed at Blaine's touch. Blaine smiled. After six years together, Blaine giggled at how Kurt still had those reactions to him.

"You almost done?"

"Yeah. Give me two minutes, we'll have breakfast."

Blaine nodded, and leaned down to press a kiss to Kurt's neck. That spot in between his neck and his collarbone right where they connected. That was Kurt's favorite spot, much to Blaine's surprise. Kurt moaned a little bit. He tried to push Blaine's head off of his neck, but he found himself succumbing to it just a little bit more.

"That is not helping, Blaine."

"Figured it could give you something to motivate you."

"It's motivating me to procrastinate, have Julia come over here and kick your ass for making me miss the deadline."

"I can handle Julia Albain. Always have."

"I know that. That's what scares me. Now shoo. I'm busy writing a scathing review about Gwyneth at the BAFTA awards! Don't you have work to do, too?"

"For your information Mr. Hummel-Anderson, I am all done."

Kurt looked up at Blaine. His jaw dropped in surprise. It was no surprise that Blaine was a perfectionist. It was also no surprise that because of his perfectionism, it took him almost three years to record his album. Kurt turned to look at Blaine and stood up to look at him. He pulled Blaine into the biggest hug he could and then kissed him softly.

"I am so proud of you."

"I know. So, you want the song listing? You'll be the first person besides the publisher to see it."

"Of course. This is the first time I get to see the elusive song list!"

"And the thank yous."

Kurt sent his email, and then opened the package that Blaine handed him. It was the track listings. Kurt read them then read the very last one. It was their song. The song that Blaine had carefully chosen, reconstructed, and performed the afternoon of their wedding.

"You got the rights to 'Breathing'?"

"I did. Now, read the thank yous."

Kurt nodded and opened the flap. He read it. Blaine thanked his band, and his songwriters for sticking with him. The various writers who'd let him cover their music. He thanked Cooper and his mother. Kurt gasped and started to cry. He looked up at Blaine and sighed. Then he read aloud, what Blaine had written about him.

"…and to the one person who made this journey completely worth it. Kurt Hummel-Anderson. We've been through one hell of a fucking journey haven't we? You made this album with your sarcasm, love, honesty. You helped me through this when nobody else could. Kurt baby, I'm honored to call you not just my husband, but my best friend. I love you most of all. Thank you."

Kurt had tears in his eyes. He was literally sobbing at what Blaine had written about him. Blaine was crying because Kurt was sobbing. Kurt found his way into Blaine's arms and they cried together. Blaine pulled Kurt out of his arms a few minutes later and looked at him.

"I meant every word of that. Nobody matters more to me than you do, Kurt. My own mother and Cooper took a back seat. Although, Mama does want us to come for a visit when we get time. My album's done, fashion week is over, let's just go."

"That's a good idea. I do want to see Carole and my dad. But first, I have something I want to show you. I too, wrote something. It's just a little piece that Julia wanted me to write about myself. She's going to publish it in both the Post and the Times."

Kurt said, pulling up a document and highlighting the last paragraph and turning his laptop back to Blaine so he could see it. Blaine knelt down next to Kurt, and read the paragraph aloud, to get the full effect of the emotions he felt.

"My editor/good friend always asks me to include something about my insanely private personal life here. People always ask me if I have a boyfriend. I say no. I have a husband. Blaine Anderson, world renowned rockstar, YouTube sensation, and my best friend. Blaine and I met six years ago when I transferred high schools. I knew that I'd be with Blaine in some form but I wasn't sure how. At the risk of sounding mushy, Blaine gave me something everyday…still does. Courage. It's the word I have tattooed on my wrist everyday. I look at that word and know that Blaine did that. So baby, thank you for giving me what I love most in this world…you."

Blaine sighed. It had been a highly emotional day for them, and he was ready for them to stop. Blaine kissed Kurt softly and wiped away the tears that were falling freely from Kurt's face.

"I'm sorry. I sobbed like a baby writing it, and now hearing you read it with so much emotion, it just got to me…it was so powerful."

"It's okay. I know you meant every word of it. So, let's go! Let's get our bags packed. The sooner we get to Lima we can get to Westerville and have some of my mother's amazing cookies!"

"You know how much I love your mom's cookies!"

Kurt said, hearing the phone ring. The only person who ever called them on their house phone was their parents, but that'd be weird if either of their parents called at 9:30 on a Sunday. Kurt noticed that it was his and Blaine's publicist. He thought that was weird, and put it on speaker.

"Hey Santana."

"Hey Kurt. How's my favorite gay?"

"I'm good. Blaine's here too."

"Hey San."

"Hey Blainey-Boo. My two favorite gays are together. Keeps me from having to call you two separately. So, we just got the strangest offer come into the office for you boys."

"Do tell, Santana."

Kurt said, taking Blaine's hand. He was constantly fielding offers for them, and there was several of them. He always ended up saying no, because he didn't want to do a joint interview with Blaine. They were famous separately. They had their own careers, and Kurt didn't think that was fair to do that.

"Okay, well…TLC has made an offer to us for a reality show. They want to do thirteen episodes of you guys. Both your work life, and your personal life. They're also offering eight million for it."

Kurt damn near dropped the phone. Eight million dollars for thirteen episodes. He looked at Blaine. He could see Blaine thinking about it. It was obviously something that they were going to have to discuss amongst themselves and their families.

"Santana, Blaine and I need to talk about that. We will seriously consider the offer. We are going out of town for a few days, too. So we'll be consulting our families about it as well. Call TLC back and tell them we should have a definitive answer for them by the end of the week, early next week at the latest."

"Will do, Porcelain! Love you gays!"

"Love you too, San. Kiss Britt and the kids for us."

"Will do."

Santana said, hanging up. Kurt had to hand it to Santana. She may be a little bit cutthroat, but when she was looking out for Blaine and Kurt, she was a protective mama bear. He turned to look at Blaine.

"Eight million for thirteen episodes. And I'm sure if the show takes off, then we'll probably get more. We don't need the money, but we could use the exposure. Exposure never hurts."

Blaine couldn't believe the about face his husband was making. He was so adamant about keeping their personal life private, and now he wanted to let cameras in? He didn't understand it.

"Kurt, what happened to 'we keep our personal life private?'"

"People wanna know about us, Blaine. We don't need the money. Though the money is nice. And I promise you, if it gets to be too much, we can always pull out."

"Okay, but let's go and talk to our families about this first."

Blaine said, wanting to do it just as much as Kurt did. He was more worried about Kurt, and their marriage. They packed and headed out, discussing the reality show offer between them.