Walking all around L.A. is an extremely tiring thing, especially when your boyfriend stops every two seconds... before sprinting so fast you almost lose him. The fact that you've jumped from a super high bridge in the morning must also be taken in consideration.

Blaine threw himself on the couch as soon as they entered Darren's apartment.

"You know what, Kurt ? Next time we come here, we're staying for like two weeks or something, because trying to see everything in one day – just, no."

Kurt chuckled and motioned for Blaine to sit up so that he could take a seat on the couch too, and Blaine could lay his head on Kurt's lap.

"Next time ?", Kurt smiled,

"You know, for our anniversary or something..."

"Our anniversary's in March, Blaine."

"I'll find an excuse to kidnap you before that", he mumbled,

They exchanged a smile again and Kurt ran his fingers slowly through Blaine's hair.

"It's nice when it's not gelled, you know."

"Chris said that too."

Kurt's hand stopped moving and Blaine looked up, half-blushing at Kurt's quizzical look, understanding what he'd just implied.

"Wait, what I mean is, I ehm... at first I'd put some gel in my hair, you know, to leave the hospital, but Chris told me that Darren usually left his curls go crazy when he's not working. And then he said he liked it better that way. That's all."

"Right."

Kurt seemed to believe him and resumed his slow movements – it was only the truth, after all, no cuddling with Chris involved, none at all.

"You know, if you keep going like that I might actually fall asleep."

"Don't, we've got a party to attend. And I, for once, can drink without puking everywhere."

"You've grown better at holding your liquor together, you know."

"I guess so", he smiled, "Well, still, this body certainly resists much better than mine does."

Blaine nodded, closing his eyes.

"Blaine. Don't fall asleep."

"Mmnot, just... feels good. Missed it."

Blaine didn't need to open his eyes to know that Kurt was smiling. In fact, four seconds later, he could feel that smile on his lips as Kurt leaned down to kiss him.

"We're gonna have to keep the PDA to a minimum, tonight", Blaine whispered between kisses,

"Well, maybe if we act like a couple, Chris and Darren won't have any other choice than to finally get together when we switch back", Kurt answered, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, "it's the perfect solution."

Blaine chuckled and sat up, moving so that he had one knee on each side of Kurt's thighs, effectively straddling him. Smiling at the fact that, after all this time, it still made his boyfriend blush, he leaned down and kissed Kurt gently, one hand behind his neck keeping him in place.

Kurt's hands wandered down Blaine's back, settling on his hips. He spun them so that Blaine was laying down on the couch again, this time with Kurt on top of him. The countertenor shivered as Blaine's fingers ran up from his knee to his waist, hooking them on his belt, pulling slightly to bring their bodies even closer together.

Blaine felt his jeans getting tighter quickly as his previous action made Kurt moan, sending jolts through the older boy's spine.

The very first time they'd made out, the night after Regionals, laying on Kurt's dorm bed, it was tentative and slow. They'd both enjoyed it a lot, the sweet, lazy kisses that didn't involve as much tongue as one could've thought.

The next few times had been similar... until Kurt once accidentally bit Blaine's lower lip – kinda like what he was doing right now – and things became a lot more heated. Blaine had started to panic, trying to hide the fact that he was very, very turned on and had ended up fleeing the dorm to go take a cold shower, only to find a very embarrassed Kurt sitting on his bed once he got out.

They had talked about what had happened, both blushing profusely, Blaine finding himself in the need of a second shower when Kurt revealed that he had actually been quite turned on too.

The times after that incident, they'd tried to cool it off before going to far. But they were teenage boys after all, and the night of their two-month anniversary, their hands had found their ways in each other's pants.

Blaine smiled to himself at the memory and was about to suggest they moved to the bedroom, the couch not exactly being the most comfortable place in the apartment, when the doorbell rang.

The boys froze, lips still locked. It rang a second time, a little longer this time, and Kurt pulled away, getting up and walking to the door. Blaine took a deep breath and got up to follow him, trying very hard to think of unattractive things, as opposed to way Kurt's -well, technically, it was Chris'- back side looked in those jeans.

Kurt was about to push the button to answer but Blaine stopped him.

"Wait – my place, remember ?"

Kurt nodded and moved aside, taking Blaine's hand.

"Hello ?"

"Hey Darren, it's me – thought I'd come and pick you up to go to Ashley's !"

Kurt frowned, mouthing "Rachel ?", surprised.

"Ehm, sure Lea, I'll uh... open the door..."

He pressed a smaller button next to the speaker and a loud "click" was heard.

"Thanks !"

They heard the door closing and Blaine ran his fingers through his hair.

"Blaine ! Y-you forgot to teach me everyone's name !"

"Oh, shit... Well, ehm, the actress who plays Rachel is Lea, and ehm – wait, I've written a note with it on my cellphone. I'll message it to you."

"T-to me ?"

"To Chris' cell. It must be in his bag."

Kurt ran to the bedroom and grabbed the phone.

"I've got a message from... Amber ? Asking if we can buy some beer on our way to Ashley's. Who's Amber ?"

"Mercedes", Blaine answered, "Here, it's sent."

"Got it."

Kurt's eyes ran quickly through the screen and he sighed.

"There're too many names, Blaine, we're screwed !"

"Try to use them a minimum. If you don't remember a name or find yourself in an awkward situation, just say you have to... use the bathroom ?"

"Yeah", he said, breathlessly, "Okay."

"I've told you enough about Chris so that you can act like him to a bunch of tired, drunk people."

Kurt nodded rapidly, and was about to add something when they heard a knock on the door. They walked back there and stood in the hall for one long second, both taking a deep breath before Blaine opened the door.

"Hey Lea !"

"Hi Darren ! Oh Chris, I didn't know you were there, hi sweetie !"

She threw her arms around him and Kurt stiffened before responding to the hug.

"Amber texted saying we had to grab some beer on the way", Blaine said,

Lea let go of Kurt and turned around, looking confused.

"I thought Kevin was bringing loads of it already ?"

Blaine shrugged and walked towards the living room, Kurt on his heels.

"Dunno. Probably not enough, or maybe there's been some trouble with it ?"

"Well, Mark, Cory and him have been there all day to help Ash cook, so maybe there's not any beer left at all."

Blaine chuckled.

"Well I can understand that. Not sure I'm eating any of what they've prepared, then."

Lea smiled, shaking her head, and sat down on the armchair as Blaine and Kurt sat on the couch.

"So what did you guys do today ?"

"We re-visited L.A.", Kurt said, trying to make his voice sound different, "you know, Hollywood Boulevard, Santa Monica..."

"And you managed to go incognito ?", she asked, incredulous

"Almost", Blaine answered, "Some fans came up to us to talk, otherwise I noticed a few people looking at us but they probably weren't sure it was really us."

Lea nodded, understanding.

"Anyways, let's just go buy that beer and then we can go to Ashley's."

"Wait, I have to take a shower and change first", Kurt said,

Lea raised an eyebrow and Blaine sucked in a breath, nervous.

"I'm seriously starting to worry, Chris, Kurt has a bad effect on you", the actress said, grinning,

"... what do you mean ?", he asked

"I remember a time when you didn't really care what clothes you were wearing, my dear."

"Well, I still need to take a shower."

Kurt got up and walked to Darren's bedroom, where he'd left his bag. Blaine did see Lea noticing the way he was watching him walk away.

"Why don't you share that shower with him, Darren ?"

Blaine turned his head so fast his vision went black with stars for a short second.

"W-what ?"

"Well if you're going to stare at his ass that way, maybe you should just go ahead and -"

She was interrupted by the pillow Blaine had thrown to her face.

"What is it with you all, seriously ?", he asked, chuckling, "We're not Kurt and Blaine !"

I appreciate the irony of that statement.

"Oh please."

Blaine rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a 'whatever-you-say' manner.

"Remember that time when, ehm, we shot Born This Way and you came to see us ? You think I didn't see you running away after seeing Chris' dancing ?"

"Lea, you're making it all up in your head – I had received a call from my mum."

"You didn't come back after that."

"I was tired."

"Right."

Blaine rolled his eyes again.

"You're unbelievable, seriously."

"Darren, come on. There's a reason Ryan decided to make Klaine happen – you two have a great chemistry. And just like the way he chose to pair Chord with Dianna instead of Chris, it's not innocent."

Blaine tried to remain impassive as he remembered what Chris had told him about Chord having been cast as Kurt's boyfriend at first, until they realized a Sam/Quinn relationship worked better.

He wasn't jealous.

At all.

Not that Sam had great abs or anything.

Nope.

"You're worse than the fans, you know."

He'd seen enough of tumblr to know how bad people wanted Chris and Darren to be together for real.

"Come on, Darren. Maybe if you stopped lying to yourself and opened your eyes..."

"Look, Lea, can we please stop talking about this ?"

She sighed, and Blaine remembered she had a boyfriend. He asked her how things were and sang a victory song in his head, for that question distracted her until Kurt came back from the bathroom.

"Motorbikes."

"No."

"Lighting things on fire ?"

"Definitely no."

"Sky-diving ?"

"Positively no."

Darren sighed and kept staring at the ceiling.

"You know, if nothing works tomorrow, I'm supposed to go to Chicago on Thursday – we could still tell Blaine to take the plane and go to New York with the rest of the cast. My brother's in New York, could use that as an excuse."

"No way, Chuck will know it's not you. And you can't come to New York with us."

"Blaine doesn't have to go to school until Thursday. I could... drive ?"

"For ten hours ?"

"I've done it before."

"You're hurt, and it'll be suspicious."

"I could take another plane... I mean, Blaine seems to have enough money to buy a fricking company."

"Darren, we've shot the goodbye scene. It can't be changed."

"We can still re-play it ? Pretend to be Kurt and Blaine ? Wait – you kissed Blaine ?"

"... of course I did, it was in the script."

"Ha."

"We had to do a few takes though, apparently my Kurt might've been a little too convincing and he had a hard time restraining himself."

"No kidding", he muttered,

"What did you say ?"

"Nothing, I was still trying to figure out what to do."

"Yeah, well maybe Kurt and Blaine will have some better ideas. G'night, Darren."

"'night."

Chris turned to his side to turn off the lamp and then rolled over again, to lay on his back. Darren was watching him with a smile. Do I dare initiating some cuddling ?

He snuggled closer to Chris, their fingers touching. A few seconds passed before Darren felt Chris' warm hand wrapped around his own, and his heart stuttered as he allowed himself to move even closer, his head resting on the taller man's shoulder.

"Chris ?"

"Mmh ?"

"You never told me what... what you saw."

No answer.

"Y-you know, in the dream ?"

Darren heard Chris swallowing thickly.

"I... the mix of you and Blaine, he... he said he was made of our minds. Kurt's, and mine, I mean. He suggested maybe we'd be much happier staying in the other's world – Kurt would finally have the celebrity he's longing for and I... I get to be a teenager for real. To have friends. And a boyfriend."

Darren frowned.

"Do you... do you agree with him ?"

"I... it's complicated. Kurt has it hard here, too. It's different from what I went through, though. The... the fantasy, it told Kurt that it would also be best for Blaine. To have accepting parents, for starters."

"But, our whole lives, our families, our friends -"

"Darren, stop. Don't try to convince me, I know, okay ? I know how it is. I'm aware it's not... right. But this is a... a fictional world. Kurt and Blaine will have a happy ending. They're gonna go live together in New York and go to college and maybe they'll fight, maybe they'll break up but we know they're going to find their ways back to each other. In our world, we don't know anything about what's going to happen. What tells you that I'm not gonna be the victim of a hate crime and die before I get to really make a difference, uh ? What if I don't make it and people forget about me in five years or so and I have to go back to Clovis ? Or what if I don't ever find a boyfriend because every time I meet someone and try to be interested in them all they want is my fame ? What if -"

"Chris !"

Darren had sat up on the bed, pulling Chris along with him. Two thin trails of tears were shining on his pale cheeks. Darren put one hand on each side of his face, locking their eyes together in the dark, the only light coming from a street light, tamed by the curtains. Even then, Chris' blue-green-gray irises managed to make him melt.

"You listen to me right now. You are the most talented person I've ever met, and probably ever will. You've already had a huge impact on the world, Chris, and as the years pass it will only grow. I swear if anyone hurts you I will hunt them down and make them suffer. And I'm not the only one. You've got friends in our world, Chris. Tons of admirers, too. Who cares about those stupid haters ? They don't know what they're missing on, and frankly – I'd rather not have them among our fans. Kurt was right – they can't touch you, okay ?"

"Y-yeah, I know, it's just... I'm trying, Darren, I swear I'm trying to stay strong about it, I joke all the time, I have to, so many people look up to me now and if they see me weak they're going to stop believing in me, or in themselves... I... sometimes I wish I didn't have so much weight on my shoulders... I'm just... I'm just human, you know ?"

Darren smiled. You're so much more than 'just human', Chris.

"No one is going to stop looking up to you if you dream of a better world, a better life. It's totally normal."

"It's selfish. Darren, I'm selfish... I've got everything, I... my life, right now, is... what thousands of people wished they had, and here I am, complaining because of what it could've been."

"You're anything but selfish, come on, look at everything you've done and how much of it was 'just for you', uh ? And dammit, you deserve to be happy. All that fame, all those awards, everything – you deserved it, and you should get so much more."

The corner of Chris' mouth twitched weakly.

"Thank you for always being there when I freak out. I... I don't know who else to talk to, it's... thanks for understanding me."

Chris wrapped his arms around Darren's neck, the older man doing the same around his middle.

"Don't thank me, Chris, you do the same for me."

"You never freak out."

"I do... no, really, remember the day before Never Been Kissed aired ? I was so worried people weren't going to like me..."

"You begged me to call Ryan and Brad and make them delete your parts from the episode..."

Darren chuckled.

"Yeah. I'm glad you didn't."

"I'm glad too."

They pulled away, their lips inches away from the other's. Their eyes met and it took all of Darren's willpower not to close the distance. He was not going to take advantage of Chris' state. It would be wrong... right ?

But before he had the time to make a decision, Chris sighed and leaned back on the mattress.

"C'm'on, let's sleep. Big night and all."

"Are you sure we're going to share the dream ? What if you just see Kurt and I just see Blaine ?"

Chris frowned.

"Well... I suppose it could happen. I don't know. Still something, right ?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Darren laid down beside Chris, their arms touching almost completely. This time it only took five seconds for their fingers to meet. Darren shifted slightly, his whole body in a "if-you-wanna-cuddle-I'm-ready" position. Chris got the hint and rolled over, resting his head on Darren's chest.

"Good night", he whispered,

"G'night, Chris."

They both fell asleep quickly. At some point, it would've been difficult from a distance to tell their legs and arms apart, for they had moved, unconsciously, in perfect synchronization.

"Oh my GOD it's WONDERFUL !"

"Yeaaaah, I know r-right ?"

"Seriously, dude, you gotta teach me how to make 'em some day. Those are the most delicious mashed potatoes I've ever tasted. Ever."

"Thanks, Darren", Mark said, "It means a lot to me that someone... would say that..."

Blaine smiled and turned around, his fork hanging mid-air, ready to make Kurt try this... this pure wonder, but the countertenor was nowhere in sight.

"Hey, where's K-Chris ?", he asked, looking back at Mark, who was staring at his glass of... whatever it was, smiling, "Mark ?"

"Wut ? Chris ? Ehm... I think he left with Dianna's cousin."

"WHAT ?"

Blaine jumped from his seat. Dianna Agron's older cousin, Peter, was tall, muscular, blond, tanned, funny, played about a thousand musical instruments and overall was just extremely hot. He'd been hitting on Kurt – and from what Cory had said, he'd hit on Chris before – from the minute they'd walked in.

"Wow, Darren, I'm joking, relax ! Pete left with Jenna ten minutes ago."

Blaine let out a sigh of relief, sitting back down.

"He's with Jenna ?", Kevin asked, voice barely audible from where he was laying under the table, "But... Why ?"

Blaine remembered hearing Naya and Chord talking about the two of them breaking up and winced sympathetically.

Kevin got up and walked to the kitchen where Cory, Lea and Ashley were discussing their ideas for crazy scenarios.

"Hey dude", Mark whispered, "You gonna make a move or what ?"

Blaine turned his head towards him a little too fast, the few beers and some unidentified drinks he'd had earlier making him dizzy.

"... a move ?"

"With Chris ! And please, don't give me that 'I don't know what you're talking about' crap..."

Blaine bit into a potatoe before looking up at Mark. What would Darren do ? Does he trust him enough ? He decided to tell him the same things he'd told Lauren two days before.

"Look, I... I'm not sure of anything, okay ? I need... I need some time to figure everything out and then, maybe... I'll... try and see if he's... interested."

"C'm'on, dude, you can't be that blind. The way he was talking about you constantly after you became part of the cast officially – man, I like you, I really do, but all of your songs in repeat 24/7 for a week, it's too much – and then after you guys met for the first time, like, the next day we shot the scene where I tell him to go spy on you, and he was talking to Lea and Amber and clapping his hands and, like, blushing. And not the hyperventilating thing he does when we meet celebrities, no, he was like... like a kid in middle school when some popular jock talked to them."

Blaine giggled and told himself he'd have to add that on his note to Darren.

"Also have you seen the way he acts around you ? And you too – I mean you're like... magnets. Or satellites, I don't know what explains it best."

Blaine smiled, putting his plate back on the table.

"I could say the same about you and Ashley, man."

Mark smirked.

"Nah, we're just good friends. Seriously. She's one of my favorite persons on Earth, but she's like my long lost twin sister. We flirt and all, but it's all a joke."

"Yeah, well then your argument doesn't stand. Chris doesn't act any different around me than you act around Ashley, so -"

He was interrupted by a loud thump coming from one of the bedrooms, followed shortly by Harry, Heather and Kurt walking out of it. Kurt was giggling like an idiot, cheeks red.

Obviously, as much as Kurt would've loved to be able to drink and not feel anything – Chris' body was not reacting well. Blaine checked his watch, sighing when he noticed it was almost nine. He was about to get up and pour himself another drink when he received an armful of Kurt, who'd just thrown himself at him.

"Hey, you !", he slurred

Blaine smiled awkwardly as Kurt dropped his head on his chest.

They had managed to keep the physical contact to a minimum in the last two hours. And it had not been easy.

"Sure he doesn't", Mark said, referring to the last thing Blaine had said, "absolutely not. It's aaaaaall the same."

"What's he talking 'bout ?", Kurt asked, sitting up,

"Nothing, K-Chris, nothing. What were you doing in the bedroom ?"

"I can still do the Single Ladies daaaance !"

"DAMN RIGHT !", Heather said, holding up her cup and spilling some of the red liquid on her t-shirt, "Oh, crap..."

"Take it off !", Naya slurred, causing for most of the boys to turn to Heather hungrily, "... on a second thought – let me take if off for you !"

She took her hand and led her to the guest bedroom, both girls giggling.

"Wow. Is there like an epidemic character bleed syndrome around here or what ?", Harry said, sitting down next to Blaine, who glared at him, "Only the truth hurts, Darren, only the truth", he said,

Blaine rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on Kurt to make sure he didn't fall.

"Heeey... 'mmm sleeeeeepy", Kurt muttered, "let's go home", he whined in Blaine's ear, "c'm'ooon..."

Mark and Harry exchanged a satisfied grin.

Blaine coughed awkwardly as Kurt snuggled even closer to him, his head falling on his shoulder.

"Nooooo, you can't go now Chris ! Come on it's too earlyy !", Ashley said, brandishing her glass of wine (or at least it looked like wine), "Follow me, and let's dance !"

Blaine let go of Kurt as Ashley gripped his wrist tightly and pulled him along with her to join the others on the improvised 'dance floor'. Blaine chuckled when he noticed Cory was just as bad as Finn – if not worse - and got up, grabbing another beer, walking towards the table to sit down next to Lea.

"You okay, girl ?"

She looked up, her eyes bloodshot, lips quivering.

"It's, it's... it's stupid."

"What's wrong ?", he asked, wrapping his arm around her, "Come on, you can tell me..."

"I... I was supposed to hang out with Jonathan when we'll be in New York, you know, after filming his scenes..."

Blaine frowned. From what he'd read in the script of Funeral, Mr Schue had fired him. Sort of. Or he'd given up. Why the Hell would he have scenes to shoot in New York ?

He shook his head. Spoilers. Can't have any of those.

"But he... he sent me a text saying he wouldn't be able to stay be-because he's got important stuff to do. And he won't tell me what. Can you b-believe it ? 'Stuff' ! W-we tell each other everything ! He'd tell me if, if he had a boyfriend, right ?"

… boyfriend ? Well that's a new one...

"Don't worry Lea, I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe he's in a hurry right now and he'll explain it better tomorrow ? Just, don't think about it okay. Have some fun !"

She smiled, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked so precious. And she wasn't making a show of it. How un-Rachel...

He was about to ask her if she maybe wanted to drink something when he heard some whistles and catcalls coming from behind him. Turning around, he saw Kurt and Cory dancing extremely close to each other, grinning defiantly.

"You better get him back home before Frankenteen makes a move, little one."

Blaine looked up to see Naya smiling at him, hand in hand with Heather, who was staring at Cory, looking confused.

"He looks like an epileptic teddy bear", she commented,

Lea chuckled and Blaine frowned, eyes back on Naya.

"He wouldn't ?", he asked, panicking, "Right ?"

"Of course not", she answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "But Chris seems pretty far gone and he's just had a margarita. You know what that does to him."

Blaine pretended to understand and got up, taking Kurt's arm and yanking him away from Cory, who barely seemed to notice.

"Heeey, what – oh, it's you !"

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders and leaned close to his ear.

"Can we go home ? I wanna make out", he whispered,

Blaine looked around, alarmed, but the music was too loud for anyone to hear. So, apparently, when margarita turned Kurt into a happy drunk – it just made Chris needy. Not that Blaine was complaining because Kurt was a very skilled kisser.

"Okay, let's go. Can you go grab our jackets ? I'll go tell Ashley we're leaving."

Kurt nodded and walked away. Blaine caught himself staring at his movements again and shook his head, turning towards the three dancing girls instead.

"Hey Ashley", he called, nearly shouting, "I'm taking Chris back home, he's not feeling too well and ehm... my head hurts a little, too."

Ashley pouted but nodded, grabbing his arm as he turned around.

"Don't let his state fool you. He won't remember much tomorrow morning so don't do anything you'd regret."

Blaine frowned.

"Ash. You know I wouldn't."

She smiled and nodded once again.

"Yeah, I do. Was just checking. Good night, Darren."

"G'night."

He smiled at her and joined Kurt outside the apartment. He put his jacket on and they walked down the stairs, Kurt leaning slightly into Blaine.

"You're not that drunk, are you ?", he asked,

"I don't even know... it's weird, it's like... I'm perfectly lucid - but my body has other ideas."

Blaine smiled, taking the taller boy's hand as they emerged on the street. It was late enough that no one would recognize them. They walked a few blocks to reach a bigger avenue, and Blaine managed to flag down a cab fairly quickly.

Blaine gave the address to the driver, who looked way too young to be doing such a job, and the music coming from the radio, to which he sung along, was crtainly something the guy's grand-parents had listened to in their youth.

"Rough night, uh ?", he asked, looking at Kurt, "There's a bunch of paper bags right there if you need any."

He sounded young too.

"Ehm, thanks, I... I don't think that'd be necessary."

The man -boy ?- smiled and shrugged.

"I'll drive gently."

Blaine chuckled.

"That's be nice."

After that, both boys leaned back against the seat, Kurt throwing his legs over Blaine's and scooting closer.

"Actually, when we arrive, I think I'll just...", he paused, yawning, "...head straight to bed. B-big night ahead."

Blaine nodded wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's chest. He smiled at the driver who was looking at them as if he'd never seen anything cuter.

Everyone is so nice, here...

He'd never hated Ohio so much.

Darren's dreams were always of the weird kind. They were filled with colorful dinosaurs chasing him, throwing marshmallows at him, or a gigantic piano with each key twice his size(that dream had been really awesome), even purple cabbages dancing to the macarena (that one had happened in college... if it excused anything).

Right now, he was walking in a park, the moon's reflection in the pond scaring the ducks away.

Which didn't make sense because the moon is anything but scary. Darren stopped abruptly under a street light.

He'd just thought that something was absurd. Which meant he'd gained consciousness of the fact that he was dreaming.

Which meant his mind was now connected to Blaine's, and hopefully Chris and Kurt's too.

He turned around, only to see that the park had morphed into McKinley's football field. It was empty, save for a doll on the ground. It had blond hair and was wearing a Cheerio uniform. If he didn't know better, Darren would say it was a Brittany-doll.

The sun was higher in the sky than it'd been a second before and Darren heard the familiar ringing sound, follow suit by voices, louder and louder. He walked towards the bleachers and up the stairs, which led to the school ground. The noises died as soon as he walked past the wall separating the field from the area where he'd serenaded Chris with Somewhere Only We Know.

Well, 'where Blaine had serenaded Kurt' would be a more accurate way of putting things.

"Hello ?", he called,

The place was empty. Where did the noises come from ?

He ran to the iron stairs that led to the first floor and through the hall. No one there either.

He could hear some music, though.

Instinctively, he walked to the choir room – only to find it just as empty as the rest of the school.

The music was a little louder, though, which meant he was closer to it, and Darren finally recognized the song.

Of course.

He walked out of the choir room and turned left, stopping in front of what was supposed to be the History classroom. The part of the set where he'd waited with Chris for two hours during the shooting of Night Of Neglect, since there had been some technical problems.

They'd spent most of that time talking, about pretty much everything, until Chris said he'd had a song in his head for a week and couldn't get it out, after which Darren had suggested they'd sing it together to make it go away.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right...

Darren pushed the door, walking in. Chris was sitting on the teacher's desk, eyes closed. The music was coming from nowhere, and everywhere at the same time. It was amazing. Darren walked closer and sang the second verse with him.

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right...

Chris had opened his eyes mid-song, smiling.

"Hey."

"Hey !"

Darren sat down as close to him as he could.

"So. You look like you. Weird."

"You look like you too, you know", he said, rolling his eyes,

"Wait – you're Chris right ?"

The Kurt-ish gesture had made him doubt. Chris chuckled.

"Yeah. Obviously", he gestured to the room around him, "Kurt doesn't know about this."

Darren grinned and looked more closely at Chris.

"Why are you wearing my clothes ?"

"I could return the question..."

Darren looked down on himself. Sure. That spiderman t-shirt was not his, and neither was this old pair of jeans.

"You left those at my apartment once."

Chris smiled and picked at the old blue t-shirt that had the University of Michigan logo on it.

Darren chuckled and took Chris' hand.

"C'm'on, let's go find Blaine and Kurt."

"It's amazing how happy it makes you to say that, Darren."

"Can't help it. The thing in itself is amazing."

"Quite true."

They walked out of the room and towards the school's parking lot, only to bump into an identical couple.

"Chris !"

"Blaine !"

"Darren !"

"Kurt !"

They each let go of their partners to hold their alter-egos instead. Kurt whispered "Did I miss anything ?" in Darren's ear, "Because that was some serious hand-holding..."

Darren pulled away, blushing, shaking his head. He turned around, only to notice Blaine and Chris were still holding on to each other.

"Ahem", Kurt coughed, smiling,

They finally let go and Chris smiled at Kurt just as Blaine gave Darren a bright smile.

"Let's go sit together somewhere", Kurt suggested, taking hold of Blaine's hand, "Breadstix is just down the street."

The three others nodded and Chris took Darren's hand, matching his character's moves.

"It's like a mirror double-date", Blaine said, "Wicked."

Darren laughed, while Chris and Kurt glared at them, unamused.

"What ? It was funny !", Darren said,

"Totally", Blaine added,

Kurt and Chris exchanged an exasperated look.

"I feel your pain", Chris said, sympathetically,

"It's not easy to live with it everyday", Kurt answered,

"Oh, believe me, I know."

Blaine pouted and Kurt rolled his eyes before kissing his cheek. Chris and Darren did their best to look anywhere but at each other or at their characters.

"So, is everything okay in our world ?", Chris asked, changing the subject,

"Yeah, no one seemed to notice you weren't you... we met some fans, though."

Kurt smiled.

"It's amazing. They said they loved us and wanted us to be together forever."

"We get that a lot", Chris said,

"The writers would have to hide in a cave if they ever broke you up", Darren added,

Blaine raised his eyebrows, confused.

"Sorry", Darren said, "I did not mean to make it sound like you did not have a say in this..."

"I think that, for big things like that, it's our world that influences yours", Kurt said, "Or at least I like to think so. Otherwise it becomes scary. I mean, we're not a bunch of brainless puppets that your people get to play with !"

Blaine nodded in approval. They walked in silence for a short time until they finally reached the nice looking diner. Just like the rest of the city, it was empty. No waiters, no customers.

Nothing but the sound of silence.

Darren sat at the table they'd used in Prom Queen, Chris sitting in front of him, Kurt taking the place next to him, immediately joining hands with Blaine on the table.

"So, Chris and I were thinking - if we don't manage to find a way to change by Wednesday, Blaine, you can go to New York with the rest of the cast. Just say you're going to see my brother."

"Chuck, right ?"

"Yep."

"D-don't you think we're going to be able to switch back ?", Kurt asked,

Blaine and Darren exchanged a worried glance as Chris shifted on his chair uncomfortably.

"Oh come on, we've each done it once already !"

"I... I've had an idea actually", Blaine said.

He shivered as the three pairs of eyes, two of which being his favorite, one oddly familiar, were directed at him.

"What is it, Blaine ?", Kurt asked,

"It's... you're not going to like it."

"I don't think any of us cares about liking it or not anymore", Darren said gently, "I mean... I just wanna go home."

Chris and Kurt nodded in approval.

Blaine had had the idea when they'd seen a little boy throwing a tantrum earlier. His mother had refused to buy him an ice-cream and the kid had found a rather effective way to convince her to change her mind.

"Just... we stop breathing."

"... what ?", Kurt shrieked,

"It could work", Chris said,

"It's genius !", Darren smiled, "It would bring us close enough to death without actually killing us !"

"I... I'm not sure I could do it !", Kurt said, "I... I've tried it once and I... I breathed in without controlling it."

Blaine frowned, squeezing Kurt's hand. There was obviously more to this story, but now was not the time to discuss it.

"Don't worry. Darren and I will go first, like that you'll see it's not dangerous. Well, you know what I mean."

Kurt bit his lower lip.

"Y-yeah."

"Hello, boys !", two voices chorused,

They all looked up and gulped when they noticed who had joined them.

"You were having a meeting without us ?"

"It's not very nice."

"We belong here too !"

"We're believable doppelgangers !"

Blaine felt Chris going stiff next to him as a man that looked like him approached their booth - they weren't exactly identical though, his Dalton uniform was messy, tie undone, his hair was longer and ungelled, and he could see a little bit of stubble on his cheeks. He also looked slightly older.

"Hello, Blaine. Looking good. You too, Darren", he winked, "Chris loves it when you wear his clothes, did you know ?"

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't like it as much as Darren does..."

The second man was looking just the same as he had in the dream Blaine had shared with Darren all those days ago.

"Hi boys ! Good to see you again."

Blaine turned to look at Kurt, who was alternatively looking at the two fantasies, mouth agape. The one that was a mix of Blaine and Darren - Blarren ? Sounds weird. - jumped over the booth behind them to sit between him and Chris. He smiled at the pale man and caressed his cheek.

"Missed me ?", he asked, smirking,

Blaine held Kurt's hand tighter as Chris/Kurt sat on the table.

"Seems like you made up for the time you lost", he said, looking at Blaine, before turning to Kurt, "You look hot, you know. And I saw your mind", he pointed at Blaine/Darren, "Don't you worry the least, your man still thinks you're hotter than Chris", he turned to the older man, "No offense, sweetie, Darren's thoughts make up for it", he winked,

Blaine looked at Darren, who was blushing furiously, eyes locked on the other fantasy, whose hand was now under Chris' chin, thumb tracing his lips. Chris took hold of the man's wrist.

"Don't."

"Don't act like you don't want it, Chris. What is it, too much Blaine in me ?"

Chris glared at him and Blaine stood up, sensing something bad coming.

"OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH !", he shouted, "LEAVE. NOW. BOTH OF YOU."

Chris/Kurt got up from the table and walked past Blaine, caressing his shoulder on his way.

"As you wish, master."

Blaine watched after him as the fantasy left the diner, swaying his hips. Blaine turned around and locked his eyes on the other man, having the weird feeling of looking himself in a mirror... twice, actually, since Darren was on the other side of the table.

Blaine/Darren freed himself from Chris' grip and got up.

"You know, Chris, now that Kurt's back with his one-and-only, you're the loneliest one... your mind is not all puppies and rainbows anymore. You're needy. I hear the motel across the street is quite - OW !"

Blaine had barely had the time to register what was happening that Darren had leaped on the table and jumped on the man, tackling him to the floor.

"Shut", he punched him, "your", he punched him again, "fucking", another punch, "mouth !"

Kurt and Chris let out a scream of pain at the same time and Blaine ran to his boyfriend.

"What's wrong ?"

"Darren", Chris said, "s-stop, it's hurting us !"

Blaine turned around as Darren let go of the fantasy. He got up, eyes still locked on the other man.

"Ah, Darren, my dear half. When will you learn to control yourself ? Look what you've done... they're waking up !"

Blaine looked in horror as Chris and Kurt turned translucide.