Two almost identical men were making their way down the corridor of the FOX studios towards the parking lot at an ungodly time of the night. Their bodies seemingly separated by an invisible barrier of awkwardness and fear at the situation they had found themselves in. They walked in silence: their light footsteps echoing in their ears, swallowing up the sound of their thoughts.
How did I even get here? And my dad… he is going to be SO worried. Will Blaine even notice that I am gone? No… of course. He will simply take it as a newfound reason to date gay-hair-Jeremiah instead of my fabulous self…
This can't be happening to me. I always wanted to meet Kurt but… this way? A week off his real life will only lessen his chances at getting Blaine. At least ONE of us has to get a happy ending. Oh, whatever am I thinking about, all the fandom knows they are soul mates…
Suddenly the younger of the two decided to break the silence in a foolish moment of bravery.
"So… uh… you and that guy who plays Blaine… are you… well… dating?"
Chris mentally sighed. His character, who had been into this reality for less than an hour, was able to recognize his blatant attraction to his male co-star. How come the man himself didn't seem to be aware of it?
"No. No, we are just best friends. Nothing more."
He answered, painfully aware of the sadness and longing in his voice while forcing the last sentence out.
"So that's two of us stuck in the friend zone." Kurt seemed to be lost in thought for a short while. "Oh. How careless of me. I didn't bother asking if you were gay, I mean, just because I am it doesn't mean YOU are or anything…" The younger man rambled, embarrassed.
"Don't worry Kurt. I'm out and proud, and have been for a very long time. I never bothered hiding who I am, it's just…"- he paused – "…not worth it." They said in unison, then they burst out laughing.
"It's very nice to talk with an out gay man who isn't Blaine for once. Even though you are, for a lack of better terms, me. I'd love to hear about your experiences sometime this week. But not tonight. Changing dimensions has left me exhausted." As if using it to prove his point, the teenage countertenor let out a huge and lengthy yawn, his eyes drooping from sleep.
"In a minute or two we should have reached the parking lot, then we will be at my house in less than fifteen minutes. You can sleep if you want. I'll carry you upstairs."
Kurt wasn't sure if he wanted to accept Chris' offer. On one side he was terribly curios about everything that had to do with the show, the actor and his clearly romantic (the boy deemed himself very skilled at spotting sexual tension) relationship with his best friend; on the other his body wanted him to just close his eyes and sleep through the following week.
In the end his body won. As soon as they reached the car he fell asleep, dreaming about a warm pair of hazel eyes gazing lovingly at him from the top of a staircase…
Chris was then left to his thoughts. He couldn't believe what had taken place that evening (even as a hardcore sci-fi fan). Before his and his friends' eyes a fictional character had landed in a closet of the TV show they were part of and started talking to them. It was at the same time awesome and terrifying. As he climbed the stairs up to his apartment with a younger version of himself bundled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully, he decided he would make the best of his time with Kurt. He could teach him some life lessons that had cost himself time and painful tears to learn, he could finally protect his character as he had many a time dreamt of doing.
Everything was going to work out.
