(A/N): Ready for part two? :D

I have no idea where I was going with this, but I let my fangirl take over and this was what happened.

Say hello to the love child of Bubbles and Lightning! XD (That's Aly's and my headcanons, respectively)

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Chapter Two:

***Emily***

This was insane. I was insane. There was no way in hell that this was actually happening.

But it was.

My brain raced to catch up to the situation. A very dire situation. Aly was in Santana mode; this could turn violent. It was only a matter of time before she reverted to Spanish, and then it all would fall to shit from there.

I had to fix this, and fast. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from the boy who was in the same predicament as me, standing behind the boy Aly was quarreling with on the front porch.

He met my eyes with an apologetic and confused smile. I forced my heart to slow and returned it.

"Aly—!" I tried. Obviously, this was some sort of supernatural event because there was no other way to explain why Blaine freaking Anderson and Kurt god damned Hummel were standing a few feet in front of me.

I had to get Aly to realize who they were. That would stop her, dead in her tracks. I was just about to take up her earlier offer and slap her when Kurt beat me to the punch—verbally.

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

Oh, god. Oh no. This would not go over well. I couldn't stop myself from facepalming and groaning. Blaine looked at me, eyes wide and frightened. Yeah, he should be—he was within range of Aly's inner ghetto, and she had just been called homophobic. I had to force myself not to take cover, too.

"Oh, I know you did not just call me homophobic!" She yelled, leaned towards him as she snapped her hand in a big circle. "Bitch, I ship Klaine!"

That caused Blaine's eyes to shoot to mine, bewildered. I shot him a look that said "I'll explain later. Prepare yourself."

He seemed to get it, because we both turned to our respective spaz and squared our shoulders. I mentally prepared myself for this; I wasn't a loud person, excluding fangirling. But I was about to change that. I turned back to a very confused huddle on the couch. I gave Chris and Darren a warning look before turning back around.

Blaine and I took a simultaneous, deep breath, and—

"ALY!"
"KURT!"

They both stopped dead, but Aly rounded on me. "What! I am in full-on Santana mode here!" I glared back at her and pointed to the two on the porch. Blaine was holding Kurt's shoulders as he breathed heavily and looked at me and Aly.

Her eyes widened in recognition. "What the... Who are you two?" She asked disbelievingly.

"I'm Kurt Hummel and this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson." Kurt answered with a huff.

Aly's jaw dropped and her breath left her in a rush. After making sure she was, in fact, still breathing, I turned to the porch calmly as I began to rectify the situation.

"Would you two please step inside? It seems we have a lot to talk about."

Blaine nodded and dragged a meekly resistant Kurt over the threshold. I waved a hand in front of Aly's face, snapping a few times until she looked to me, her eyes still wide and her mouth open. I tapped her chin, and it closed with a clack. "Sit down." I said with a chuckle. Honestly, I don't know how the hell I'm not like that. I wish I had known I had this reserve of calm and level-headedness, because god knows I've certainly needed it before.

I stopped the two boys before they could pass me. "Look," I said in a whisper, "This is all really confusing—for all six of us here."

"Wait, six?" Kurt interrupted, his brows furrowing and the fire reigniting in his eyes.

I held up a hand. "Please. Let me speak, because I estimate I have only a few more moments of lucidity left and I need to be sane to explain this."

They took half a step back. I shook my head and flailed my arms awkwardly. "No, w-wait, please! I mean…" I took a deep breath. "There isn't really an easy way to explain this. So just prepare yourselves, alright?"

They nodded slowly, obviously not convinced if my mental stability. I sighed; it wouldn't be the first time.

I led them to the living room walking a few more steps when I realized they had stopped following. I glanced back; they were standing, frozen, staring at Darren and Chris.

Kurt blinked. "We're high." He announced to Blaine, shaking his head. "Someone put something in our drinks, and we're high and now we're hallucinating."

Aly chuckled. Good, she was alive. "Did you guys go to Scandals again?"

I let out a sigh. "What a great introduction into the explanation, Aly. Thank you." I said dryly.

Their wide eyes turned to me pleadingly. Great, looks like I was labeled the sane one. I wondered how long that would last.

"Kurt, Blaine… Meet your counterparts, Chris and Darren, respectively." I started. "Before I delve too much deeper into that, I have to explain how I got here in the first place."

All eyes were on me. I cleared my throat and steadied my breathing. Now was not the time to let my public speaking fears take over.

"I was at home—which is in Michigan, I might add—when was there was this huge boom and a flash. Next thing I know, I'm on the porch."

Blaine looked like he was giving me the benefit of the doubt, but Kurt had backed behind Blaine with an extremely worried look on his face.

"Aly lives here, in Texas. She was here when I…" I searched for a word. "Arrived. Not too soon after, the same thing goes down and Darren and Chris are here. "

Aly pipes up, catching on. "They are famous for acting in a popular TV show called Glee, of which Emily and I are huge fans of." She paused, reigning in her squeals. I was too—it just hit me that I was surrounded by real-life depictions of my obsessions.

Aly continued, using her hands to illustrate her points. "Glee is basically a musical TV show. It has soundtracks and everything."

Kurt looks interested. At the very least, he seems to be a bit more willing to give us a chance to prove we had a shard of mental sanity or two.

"It about Glee Club at William McKinley high school, focusing on its members and their families. Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson, Quinn Fabray, Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang, Mike Chang, Sam Evans, Brittany Peirce, Santana Lopez…" She recited, meeting their eyes before tacking on: "Kurt Hummel, and recently Blaine Anderson."

They looked completely freaked out now. Not that I could blame them. We basically just told them that their lives were nothing but a TV show created for entertainment.

"No way." Blaine says. "I… I refuse to believe you."

"Fine," I challenged him. "Ask us something that people you've never met shouldn't know."

They met eyes, racking their brains for something good. Looks like Aly and I were being put to the ultimate fangirl test.

"What's number 5 on my bucket list?" Kurt asked with a smirk, obviously thinking he had won.

"Have relations on a dewy meadow of lilac with Taylor Lautner before he gets fat." Aly and I recited promptly. That stunned him into silence.

"If you need more proof," Chris spoke up, "Darren and I could act out that entire scene between you two in the hallway at school, though the gist of it is that Blaine wanted to get into your pants because him and Rachel were still virgins and Rachel had convinced him that he couldn't act out a sexual awakening if he had never had one personally."

A pause.

"What the actual fuck?" Kurt yelled. Aly and I had to hold each other because as far as we knew, Kurt Hummel didn't swear. But god, when he did…. Insert fangirl swoon here. Well, we wooned whenever he did anything, but, you get the point.

"So do you believe us now?" Aly said with a peppy smile. She began quietly mumbling/singing "So do you believe me now, I guess I really wasn't that crazy... Sorry... Its a song..." I held back a laugh but looked towards them to gauge their reactions.

Blaine tried to speak first, about to run his hands through his hair, but stopping because of the gel. "I-I… I don't really have another explanation. So I guess so."

Kurt still looked flabbergasted. "I'm sorry. My mind is a bit blown."

"That's alright," I said as I tilted my head to the side. "I still don't really know whether to believe I'm actually here or not."

"I know the feeling." He mumbled.

"So," Aly said as she bounced a little in her seat. "Kurt… I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you like that and call you a bitch... Whenever I go into Santana mode, automatically anyone oppoing me is either a bitch, bastard, slut, whore, and a whole array of various spanish cuss words..." She smiled sheepishly.

He shook his head with a chuckle. "Hey, it's not like I stood there and took it. Hell, that was probably the most evenly-matched bitch-off I've ever been in! Kudos to you."

I couldn't hold back my laugh at Aly's expression. I nudged her in the ribs. "Aly, your fangirl is showing."

She turned to me, a bit exasperated but still insanely happy. "Emily, my fucking idol—well, one of my two idols because I guess he is here in two forms—just complimented me on my bitchiness. That's the best compliment I've ever gotten in my life."

Kurt let out a beautiful, tinkling laugh as he leaned back against Blaine's chest. Chris and Darren looked at each other with matching expressions of giddiness. Blaine whispered something into Kurt's ear. Kurt stood, walked over to Aly and pulled her up from the couch.

Then he hugged her.

He fucking hugged her.

I doubt Aly had any coherent thoughts at that moment, because I know I didn't. As I was still staring at them with a mixture of fangirly happiness and extreme jealousy, Blaine stood in front of me and pulled me into a hug as well.

"Thanks for helping me out back there." He said as he held me against his chest.

"N-N-No problem." I stuttered, my mind both racing and blank at the same time.

The two let go of us simultaneously and smiled. We most likely looked ridiculous; eyes wide and frantic, trembles wracking our bodies.

"Excuse us, but you might want to plug your ears now." Aly said in a rush.

Before they really had a chance to comply, Aly and I burst into a cacophony of squeals and screams and flailing. He hugged each other and cried a little bit, petting each other's arms and saying creepy things like "He touched you there. I'm touching where he touched you so technically I touched him too."

Then we took huge breaths, held them, and let them out. Aly flashed them an okay sign. They uncovered their ears.

"We apologize." We said as one.

"No big deal," Blaine said, shooting us a dazzlingly charming smile. He would be the death of us. "It's kind of flattering to know that you guys love us that much. ecpecially coming from a place like Lima

Kurt smiled as he burrowed deeper into Blaine's chest. "It's kind of weird, but really nice. I have this awkward sense of accomplishment."

"Trust me, I feel like that every day." Chris said with a chuckle. "I came from a small, straight-laced town in California were people were killed for being out. I defied them. Every day I told myself I would get out of there. And now… everyday I have to convince myself that this is real."

Kurt looked at him with a sort of wonder and slowly pulled away from Blaine. "Chris, is it?"

He blinked and nodded. I guess it just hit him that this was the first real interaction he's had with his character. It must be freaky.

"From what you just said, one can assume that… that you are gay." Kurt said, only hesitating slightly. "Would that be true?"

Chris smiled softly. "Yes, it would be." Chris' smiled widened. "And before you can even ask, Blaine: No, Darren is not gay. He's just, as he says to the press, 'Confident enough in his sexuality and self-image that he can play a gay character'." Chris used finger quotes and made his voice lower to mimic Darren's. He laughed and elbowed Chris in the side.

"I do not sound like that!" He insisted.

"Yes, you do!" Chris giggled, turning back to Kurt and ignoring the puppy dog eyes Darren had sent his way. "Any more questions?

"How old are you?" Kurt asked, his head tilted to the side curiously.

"Twenty-two." Chris answered.

Kurt came closer, seemingly surveying Chris and nodding. "If that's what I have to look forward to, I can't wait."

Chris flushed.

"How old were you when you started the show?"

"Eighteen. Fresh out of hell." He said with a tinge of bitterness to his voice.

"Is Glee the only thing you're doing right now?"

"Well, no," Chris explained. "I'm just in the final stages of publishing a book and just finished writing and starring in a movie. That's it, though."

Kurt's jaw dropped. "'That's it'? How can you say that's it when you're four years out of high school and have done more with your life than most of America put together?"

Chris let out a surprised bark of laughter. He shook his head, eyes downcast. "Okay, enough about me. I don't need this all going to my head."

Blaine spoke up tentatively. "D-Darren? What about you?"

"Me?" Darren said, leaning forwards a bit as he correlated his thoughts into an answer. "I'm twenty-five, and I was twenty-four when I started the show." He started.

"Teenage Dream was an instant success!" Aly squealed. "I have it on my iPod on my "Klaine" playlist as well as every Kurt solo and every Klaine duet..." She nearly fangirl quealed and Kurt and Blaine gave her a sideways glance. "Don't judge me..."

"It was so amazing, seeing Darren kind of grow up and be on television!" I gushed, changing the subject. "It was like an awkward proud mama moment!"

"He was—is—perfect for the role." Aly smiled. "I can only imagine if they had gotten a terrible actor to play Blaine" she shuddered at the thought. "Plus, he brought two amazing fandoms together."

"You8 guys are good at leading into answers," Darren mused lightly before answering the last question. "Yeah, I still do some work with the Starkids and my own original stuff."

Blaine paused, his brow creased. "Who are the Starkids?"

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