Art Imitates Life
Chuck and Larry watch Faking It with their kids. Chuck/Larry, Established Relationship, AU
"Dad, I want you to come watch Faking It with me."
"Faking It? The hell is Faking It?" Larry asks himself as he prepares the potatoes for smothering. Chuck sits at the table, drinking his beer and typing something in on his phone.
"Eh, this show about two hot chicks pretending to be gay to be popular. It's what's hot right now," He reads from his phone.
"Honey I told you no beer before breakfast. It gives you this horrible gas I have to deal with when we work." Larry reprimands, wiping his hands off on the kitchen towel.
"Can it, dear. I need to be wasted before we watch this show."
Larry swats Chuck with the towel with a smirk and makes his way to the living room.
"I guess the potatoes can wait," Larry muses as he plops down between Eric and Tori, arm reaching over to grab some popcorn.
Chuck follows after, sitting right next to his husband with a six-pack right beside him.
"Alright, let's go!"
The show starts with two typical female protagonists, one blonde and one redhead. Not bad. Throughout the episode, Larry is rolling his eyes at Shane's stereotypical gay persona, Karma's shallowness, and Amy's willingness to go along with whatever shenanigans Karma cooks up. When the episode ends with Karma and Amy kissing under the new age cover of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun", Eric and Tori look to their parents for a critical review.
"It's not bad. I honestly think they copied off us." Chuck says, knocking back his beer.
"Chuck, you're not serious."
"No, no, honey. I am serious. They copied our story. We were Faking It before it even became a show; the only difference was we got married! I feel like suing!"
"Shut it, dear. You've had enough."
"I only drank two bottles. Stop being such a tight-ass."
"You never complained about it before."
"…Touché, honey. Touché."
"Besides," Larry throws his arm around him and pushes him closer, "I don't think we ever kissed under a hail of confetti and over the chorus of Cyndi Lauper."
"We can try," Chuck says against his lips.
"Oh brother…Dad! You're gross! I gotta run. My girlfriend is picking me up in a few hours." Eric yells over his shoulder as he runs up the stairs.
"Shelly's coming over for dinner. Is that okay with you guys?" Tori asks.
"You know something, Chuck? Shelly is coming around here a lot. Honey, if she's your new girlfriend, you can tell us you know." Larry offers.
"No, Daddy. She's just a friend. She's already dating someone else." Tori replies, patting his shoulder and smiling. She checks her phone.
"Oh, crap. I have to go you guys. Maxine broke her wrist and can't play tonight. I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"Take your time," the couple says in unison as Tori runs out the door.
"Hey, Eric! Do me a favor, will ya! We're out of Norwegian beer. I'm gonna give you 40 bucks to go look for it at BevMo! Just say you're a friend of a friend to a man named Duncan and he'll point you in the right direction!" Chuck shouts upstairs.
"Oh my god, guys. Again?" Eric groans as he comes downstairs and Chuck crams the money in his hands.
"Yup. Make sure it's ice cold."
When Eric leaves the house, Chuck makes his way to the surround system and turns it on.
"Norwegian beer? BevMo?" Larry asks.
"Duncan will keep him running in circles for about five hours. You know what that means?"
Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" starts playing.
"I love you, Chuck."
"Love you even more, Larry. Now get that whipped cream and confetti. I'm feeling festive."