A/N: hey guys! This is a collab between me and LiveLifeWithLove. Basically a crack fic and let's face it, this is EVERY fangirls dream!

Warning: ANY FANGIRLYNESS WILL NOT BE RESTRICTED!

Enjoy!

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Chapter one: Prologue

***Aly***

I heard the microwave beep and I got up from my place on the couch to retrieve my popcorn. Tonight was a new episode of Glee and I had heard from the abundant spoilers-yeah, I have an addiction to them-that this was gonna be a good episode for Klaine. Insert fangirl squeal here! I mean, it was about frigging time! We haven't gotten a decent Klaine episode since November! FLIPPING NOVEMBER! I swear, I was going through withdrawal or something.

I sat back down on the couch with my bowl just as the episode was about to start. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I saw a bright flash and heard a huge boom come from just outside my window, shaking the entire house. I hear the foundation creak beneath my feet. I paused momentarily. How was I supposed to react to that?

"Holy mother of redvine nuggets, what the hell was that!" I finally asked myself. I jumped off the couch and scrambled outside to see what the heck was going on. My favorite pajamas-the ones I reserve for Glee days-flapped eerily in the light wind that was blowing over the suddenly calm scene, like no one else had even heard anything. I then noticed a girl standing on my front lawn, looking very dazed and confused.

"Who are you and what do you want from me?" I demanded. "My dog, Ladybug, will rip you to shreds if you try to steal or kill anybody!" I warned, my grip on the front door tightening.

My dog walked up to the girl, and the Rottweiler/Labrador mix simply rolled on her back with her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, expecting a belly rub from this stranger. I rolled my eyes. My hero. What a great guard dog.

The girl looked around, her eyebrows creasing and her fists clenching. "I-I..." She tried to say, before taking a deep breath and looking to me with a bewildered look in here eyes. "What the FUCK?" She finally got out. "What the hell just happened! I was in my room, about to watch Dance With Somebody when... What the flipnugget! I am going to be so mad if I miss the new episode of Glee because of this!"

I let my guard down a little. Anyone who watched Glee, well... I figured they could be trusted. After all, it is the most epic show in the whole world. "Who are you?" I repeated., breaking away from the safety of the door frame.

"My name's Emily, and I-I have no idea how in the name of Chris Colfer I got here!"

"Wait a second..." I said, my mind whirring at a hundred miles per hour. I knew an Emily! "Emily? LiveLifeWithLove?"

Her eyes widened in shock. "How do you know my Fanfiction name? Are you a psychic?" Her tone was completely serious and lowered in a conspiritorial whisper.

I smiled widely, barely holding back a full-on fangirl attack. "No, I'm not a psychic! It's me, AlyDuartsGleek! Aly!"

Her face went from confusion to shock to happiness in the space of a few seconds. We had an epic Hallmark moment: the dramatic run and hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you!" She gushed, holding onto my arms as if to confirm I was really still there.

"I know! This is so exciting! And confusing... But whatever! Come inside, don't you know that there's a new episode of Glee on tonight!"

Emily rolled her eyes like that was the silliest suggestion in the world; that she didn't know Glee was on. "Duh! Who doesn't? Wouldn't miss this one for the world!"

We came inside and I offered her a drink and food. We decided on pop-tarts and soda because we were out of cereal and I'm completely hopeless in regards to anything kitch and/or food related. I don't know how to make anything that doesn't involve a toaster or a microwave.

"Have you heard Kurt's "I Have Nothing" yet?" I asked. as I tore open the foil wrapper on my snack.

"Of course! It's awesomely awesome and, and, and ALL th-the BLURGLESMURF!" She said, stumbling over her words in her excitement. Her hands flailed before settling over her face to hid it. Yep, this was definitely my Emily.

"I already have it on my iPod!" I nearly bubbled over with fangirl squeals.

"ME TOO! But, unfortunately, it didn't get zapped here with me..." She said after she checked her pockets.

"That's okay," I pulled out my iPod and quickly searched for the song. The slow ballad filled the room and Emily and I swayed together and sang along; or attempted to because, let's face it, nobody can sing like Chris/Kurt. The man is an angel.

Share my life, take me for what I am
Cause I'll never change all my colors for you
Take my love, I'll never ask for too much
Just all that you are and everything that you do

Emily turned to me and rested a hand on my knee, still swaying along to the sweet melody. Yeah, we were serenading each other. It's what homegirls do. Deal with it. I feel the urge to snap my fingers in a "Z" motion now...

I don't really need to look very much further
I don't wanna have to go where you don't follow
I will hold it back again this passion inside
Can't run from myself there's nowhere to hide

Don't make me close one more door
I don't wanna hurt anymore
Stay in my arms if you dare
Or must I imagine you there?
Don't walk away from me
I have nothing, nothing
If I don't have you...

"So what should we do after watching DWS?" asked Emily, bouncing slightly with excitement and anticipation.

"Well..." I started, a slow smile creeping onto my face. "I have Netflix on my dad's Xbox... We could always have a Glee marathon!"

"Ohmiglee! Yes! We could watch the best episodes for Kurtie and all that is Klaine and oh this is just fantastic!" She squealed and let out a sigh. "If I'm dreaming. I don't want to wake up, ever. Oh god, that sounded cheesy." She snorted. I gave her a nice, python-like hug, chuckling along with her.

After a few minutes of being complete fangirls with each other, we decided to finally play the new episode. I was just about to press play when I heard another knock on the door. "Motherfucker!" I cussed. Again, really? Fate has impeccable timing, I must say. I really don't like it when people interrupt my Glee!

I walked to the door and opened it, and my heart stuttered to a complete stop. My eyes went completely wide and I just stared, my body frozen as if I lost all connection to my brain-short circuited.

"Aly?" called Emily from the living room. "Who's there?"

She got up from off the couch and came to the door, where none other than the Darren Criss and Chris Colfer stood.

Her eyes widened like mine, her breathe rushing out of her in a rush. Jesus, we looked like Mrs. Pillsbury! I suddenly found it very difficult to breathe. I mean, Chris fucking Colfer and Darren fucking Criss (AKA Harry freakin' Potter) were standing at my door! How was I supposed to respond? It's not like I could tame my inner fangirl. That's impossible. I've tried.

"Aly, breathe! Just breathe!" cried Emily. I couldn't blame her, I was probably in serious danger of passing out. Not that she was any better of; I could see her hands trembling. But at least she still had control of her basic bodily functions.

"Umm... What are we doing here?" asked Chris with a quirk of his head.

Since my ability to speak was impaired at the moment, Emily answered. "I h-have no idea but... OH MY FUCKING GOSH! CHRIS FUCKING COLFER AND DARREN FUCKING CRISS! Holy... Mother of... Hi." She said lamely, her face blushing a bright pink.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," I finally managed. I took another second to pull in another necessary breath and used it to say this: "Will you excuse me for one second, I have to go and scream into my pillow and then calmly walk back and act like I'm a normal person who's not an insane Klaine shipper and pretend that I can generally pass as a mentally stable person."

I walked to my room and threw my face into my pillow and screamed with all my fangirly might-don't lie, you do it, too. I walked back to the living room where Emily was sitting, frozen, on the long couch. Her head whipped around to me when she heard me coming back, begging for help or sanity with her eyes. She mouthed something to me, which I soon determined to be "They hugged me! Aly, holy fuck they hugged me!"

Darren and Chris were on the shorter couch, looking like they were fighting smiles.

I took a seat next to Emily on the long couch and we kind of just stared at Darren and Chris. But really, can you blame us?

"So..." began Emily, bringing on this calm facade out of nowhere. "Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?"

Chris shrugged, leaning back and crossing his legs. "I have no clue. We were wrapping up the season at the studio and suddenly, poof! We were at your door."

"Emily... You need to slap me..." I said quickly. My brain still hadn't caught up to the fact that the two singularly most awesome people on the planet were in my house.

"What?" Emily giggled nerviously.

"Slap me!"

"I'm not going to slap you! Are you insane?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact my sanity has been taken into question because I think I may be hallucinating! SLAP ME!" I insisted, turning towards her sharply.

"NO!"

"Fine!" I picked up my hand and slapped myself. I blinked, once, twice, three times. Chris and Darren were still there.

"Was that enough conformation to you that you are, for better or for worse, completely sane?" asked Darren with a laugh.

"Well, I'm not completely sane, but at least I know I'm not hallucinating." I said, rubbing at my stinging cheek.

"So, I take it you two ship Klaine?" asked Darren nonchalantly. We nodded vigorously, instinctively latching onto each other's hands. We could not live if Klaine broke up. "So how do you feel about 'It's Not Right But It's Okay'?"

"Well," I started, slipping into my comfort zone with an overpracticed ease. Anything Glee related makes me comfortable. "I'm not too worried because frankly, Blaine can have... odd song selections sometimes."

"'When I Get You Alone!" Emily piped up. "I know nothing about relationships, but I don't think the best love songs are usually about sex toys."

"Exactly my point," I continued. "I mean, he picked a breakup song to sing with Kurt in "Original Song"!"

"I was worried that it had something to do with Karofsky," said Emily, wringin her hands. "But Aly calmed my fears by filling me in that Karofsky wouldn't be returning for the rest of the season... She's always caught up with the latest spoilers." Which is true. I love spoilers like a Klainer loves to Klaine.

There was an awkward silence as nobody really had anything to say. Not that Emily and I were complaining; we had a great view of two very sexy men just chilling out on a sofa. Suddenly, Emily spoke up. "There is a new episode of Glee on pause right now! Can someone explain to me why the hell we are not watching it?"

"Gah! You're right!" I looked over to Darren and Chris. "Um... Yeah... We're watching Glee and just a fair warning... There WILL be fangirling."

I was just about to press play when there was another flash of light and a big boom coming from outside. "Motherfucking Popsicles!" I yelled as I got up once more to check out the situation. "I swear, in the name of Klaine if anything interrupts my Glee one more time..."

When I opened the door, I was greeted by a very kind "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

I was so taken aback by this person's outburst that I instantly went into my defensive mode. And my defensive mode can be scary. "Aww, hell no!" I yelled. "This is my house!" I pointed a finger at myself.

"Are you sure? Because it sure as hell looks like mine!" The boy persisted, leaning towards me with a gleam in his eye.

From behind him, another boy stood there. "Kurt-" He tried to interject.

"Am I sure this is my house? Hell, I am absolutely sure this is my house! I've only lived here for fifteen years!" I leaned towards him, challenging him right back. No one challenges Aly on her own turf. No one.

Emily stood behind me with wide eyes. "A-Aly-" She choked out.

"Yeah, well I've live here in Lima, Ohio for eighteen years! I think I know what I'm talking about!" He took a step towards me, raise his voice. Oh, no he didn't!

"Kurt-!" The other boy warned as he grabbed his arm, holding him back. Much like Emily was doing to me.

"This is my house! And by the way, you're in Texas!" I yelled, refrainging the urge to stomp my foot as I screamed at this arrogant dumbass. Who the hell does he think he is?

"Aly-!"

"Okay, so now you're trying to trying to kick me out because you're homophobic or something?"

My mouth formed a perfect round 'O'. "Oh, I KNOW you did not just call me homophobic! Bitch, I ship Klaine!" I snapped my fingers in a big circle. Damn... My ghetto was showing.

"ALY!"

"KURT!"

The two mediators screamed at the top of their lungs simultaneously. They met eyes briefly before Emily once again looked to me.

I looked back at her. "What! I am in full-on Santana mode here!" She pointed bluntly to the two boys who were standing on my porch, her expression similar to before. My eyes widened as the realization struck. I looked back between them and Darren and Chris sitting on the couch. "What the... Who are you two?" I asked, my voice suddenly softer, casting a stark contrast about the air.

The taller boy crossed his arms and huffed. "I'm Kurt Hummel and this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson."

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A/N: I love going into Santana mode :) Review? Tell me, did we make you laugh? Cry? I don't know why someone would cry... Maybe from fangirling too hard? It happens... Believe me, I know...