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Script Day. Where's my red pen?
Script Day wasn't always the big event it had become. Chris had done edits on the scripts since… well, since the Pilot, really, but the real edits, the ones where he changed more than just a word or a line here and there, didn't start until the Back Nine. He never showed his script to any of the writers, but one day Amber asked to borrow his copy and from then on, she was there every time Script Day came around, ready for edits.
The cast's knowledge of Chris's edits rose with the amount of red that covered his scripts. Every script had more edits than the last, and every Script Day brought a new cast member to the meeting. They weren't all there every week, but Chris could always count on at least four or five people to laugh with every week and a half.
Just as Chris freed a red pen from under the couch, the doorbell rang.
It begins.
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"Oh, God, not again. Drinking game; one drink for every time Kurt says 'I love you' to Blaine." Chris got up and headed for the fridge. "Beer or tequila?"
"Beer," Mark yelled. "We're trying to stay alive, here."
Ashley recovered from her laughing fit. "At least Max is back in this one. I missed him."
Chris dropped six bottles on the coffee table - screw coasters - and plopped down in between Mark and Ashley once more. "All the best episodes end up having him in them now that the rest of us get screwed over."
"I think we should just totally rewrite this scene," Darren said, hanging off his chair upside-down. "Make them break up and find Kurt a new boyfriend. I'm pretty sure if I have to play one more sickeningly sweet romantic scene with anyone I'm gonna actually get sick."
"Finally. You hung on to Klaine way too long."
"Look at this!" Mark read dramatically off the script: "I'm going to miss you so much in New York. I don't know what I'll do without you. This co-dependence crap is just awkward."
"At least now Glee actually counts as a comedy. It's so bad it's funny. Let's rewrite this scene."
"Who's Kurt's new looooooooooove interest gonna be?"
"The hell with that, let's have Kurt be independent again." He raised his red pen as if readying to stab through the script before scribbling madly in all the blank spaces.
"Can we rewrite all the couples?" Lea asked, watching the nearly unintelligible words appear. "There's a scene a couple pages later with Quinn and Rachel that's just begging for sexual release." Amber threw her head back and laughed. Chris nodded, shaking from repressed laughter.
"What should we call this?" Darren asked, still upside-down. "It barely qualifies as Glee anymore, we need to name our fanfiction."
"Oh, God, we're writing fanfiction," Mark groaned.
"You come up with something," Amber suggested.
"Uhh…" Darren scratched at his chin, wondering when the next filming hiatus was so he could take a break from shaving. "Gloom?"
Chris looked up. "Yes. Perfect." He flipped to the front page, crossed out Glee, and wrote GLOOM across the top of the page in huge letters.