WINNING IS EVERYTHING (T; HUMOR/ROMANCE; RPF; CC/DC)

Summary: It's the 2014 People's Choice Awards Show. Guess who wins the Favorite Onscreen Chemistry Award? Not Klaine. However, one between Darren and Chris DOES WIN the Favorite Comedic TV Actor Award. This is how they get the CHEMISTRY award eventually anyway. And then some. Oh, and there may or may not have been a couple of PR people hurt in the process of writing this story. CRISSCOLFER. AU.

Warning: There are two versions to this story, one where Darren wins and the other where Chris wins. I did a coin toss and this is what ended up getting published. Don't worry though, they're practically the same. Just switch the names if you want to read it from that POV. Bad language may be encountered occasionally, as well as bashing of some real people. If any of this annoys you, or you are actually a MIARREN or CHILL or worse, CHILLARREN shipper, go away. If you ship KADAM or BLAM, there is something seriously wrong with you. Don't read my stories. Any of them. You will perish.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Please don't sue me. I will sic my PR people on you and ruin your careers. Kidding. No copyright infringement or curtailing of any liberties intended.

A/N: I WANT KLAINE TO WIN! I WANT BOTH CHRIS AND DARREN TO WIN! I HATE GLEE! I HATE THE WORLD! Enjoy, folks. It's my way to keep sane. Do not forget to review. One review equals one vote for Kurt/Blaine #chemistry #PeoplesChoice. I mean it. –C.

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Winning Is Everything

By: C.M. Oliver

© 2013

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For that writer who wrote Kurt's line about being kicked out of the Apples. I will adore you forever. –C.

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The lights blinded Chris as he took his spot in the middle of the stage. When his and Darren's name had not been announced in their category earlier, he had to admit that he was a little heartbroken. He knew what their win would've meant to their fans and to themselves. The two actors who played Kurt and Blaine had exchanged sad looks when Damon and Elena won the Onscreen Chemistry Award. They were sitting in the same row, separated by a sea of people (actually, 10 seats), their distance, seemingly a fitting poetic description of how they felt at that moment.

'Figures. We can't be together for real. We can't even be together for reel,' Chris sighed as Nina and Ian made their acceptance speech. Darren was probably thinking in the same lines as him. The older actor gave him a wink before discreetly flashing him a thumbs-up –it was their way of comforting each other when physical relief could not be possible.

So when Chris' name got called for his other nomination, it took him 10 seconds to even realize that he had won. His eyes immediately searched for Darren's. The familiar ambers were there, sending an unspoken message to its glasz counterpart.

'Congratulations, babe,'

Chris felt the warmth seep into his consciousness as he stood up to accept his award. They have spoken about this before. They will not be divided by a mere award. If one wins, the other will be proud of him, no matter what. This dynamic of friendly competition was one of the things that made Chris and Darren work together really well. –as co-actors, and as a not-really secret real-life couple.

Cat-calls and cheers greeted Chris as the spotlight was turned on him. Form the audience, somebody hollered: "that's my boyfriend!" Now for those in attendance, it would have been construed as a joke from a devoted fan. Little do they know that there was actually a truth in that declaration. When the ruckus had died down, Chris cleared his throat. Again, he sought the familiar amber eyes, his grounding point, and his beacon.

"I actually prepared two speeches for tonight," he joked, brandishing two pieces of folded stationery from his pocket. "But unfortunately I would only get to use one." He ripped and threw one away without actually reading it. Then, he unfolded the other one left in his hands. "Oops, wrong speech." He repeated the motions of discarding the other paper. Light laughter was heard from the audience. Chris met them with a wide grin.

"So, let's talk about the pink elephant in the room, shall we? We all know that someone else had been nominated for this award –someone whom I think deserves it as much as all the other nominees and myself –" the young actor gestured towards the left side of the audience area where the cast of Glee was seated.

"I am talking of course, about my boyfriend."

The boyfriend comment did not cause much mayhem as Chris originally thought it would –probably because they thought he was pertaining to 'Blaine'. Blaine isn't even his boyfriend anymore. If he was talking about the TV character, he would have referred to him as 'my fiancé'. 'Geez, how denser can people get?' There was only one way to set things straight. Chris quickly caught Darren's eye and motioned for him to come up as Chris addressed the crowd again.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to share the stage with him."

Darren looked perplexed for a minute, then, a small smile began forming in his lips. He half-jogged to join Chris as the crowd erupted to more cheers and applause. When he got there, he gave Chris a chaste peck on the cheek before grabbing his younger co-actor's hand and facing the crowd. Chris replied with a fond squeeze on Darren's hand. By that time, the noise level had died down. Everyone's eyes were on them. Chris took a deep breath. 'This is it. Now or never.'

"I would like to thank all the fans who have voted for me and this gentleman next to me. In so many ways, we owe you our spots here right now, on this stage –and in each other's lives –"

There was a collective gasp that could not have been ignored. Chris grinned as he continued.

"We are aware of the ship wars and the stans getting carried away. All we want to say is that we love you as much as you love us. And we personally think that it would be unfair to you if we keep on treading the line between real and reel, so –" The countertenor turned to his grinning companion as he brought their joined hands to his lips. "Darren Everett Criss, would you do the honors?"

An airy chuckle escaped Darren's lips as Chris handed him the mic. "Why Christopher Paul Colfer, I thought you'd never ask." He quipped, the name of his lover rolling off like butter against his tongue. "You know I'm never as good with words as you are, ever since I met you," he sighed. "So I guess I should do this the best way I know how –"

"What, sing?" Chris teased him. Around them, the audience was caught in a spell. No one dared to move, not even breathe. He could not blame them. If he were a mere mortal, he too would have been spell-bound by one Darren Criss –wait, he was a mere mortal. Darren's chuckle graduated into full-blown laughter. The older actor searched for the camera that was focused on the two of them, televising the said event for the whole world to see. When he found it, he gave a saucy wink.

"This is for all the Klainers and the CrissColfer shippers. This is what REAL chemistry is all about –" And without further ado, Darren grabbed Chris by the waist, dipped him low, and sealed his words with a soul-searing kiss.

The result was pandemonium.

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Later that night, when all the chaos had finally died down, a grinning Nina Doberev and Ian Sommerhalder would come back up the stage and hand their Favorite Onscreen Chemistry Award to a smug-looking Darren Criss and a blushing Chris Colfer, but not before Ian had addressed the crowd.

"You know we can't top that, right?"

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-FIN- (for now)

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End A/N: This was supposed to be longer. I planned on adding the reactions of those close to Darren and Chris to that spectacle, but I thought it might make for another CrissColfer story. And I personally liked where it had ended. So? What do you think? Can you see this happening for real? Send me your thoughts:

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