After her rather long recovery from being shoved out of the Jumbo Jet by Chris McLean, Blaineley was back to hosting the gossip program, Celebrity Manhunt. To say that Blaineley was exhilarated to be back on the show would be an understatement. She craved the gossip, and she was hungry for more. Bandages and dollies weren't holding this gal back from doing what she loved most: hosting.

On one particular day in the studio, Blaineley's co-host, Josh, was out on account of catching the flu. The interns were able to find a replacement for Josh until his recuperation. However, none realized just how awkward their decision would be. At least for the now fully recovered Blaineley.

"Where is this 'replacement co-host' of mine?" Blaineley asked with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot off the ground. "We'll be rolling in 5 minutes!"

"Right here!"

Blaineley gasped as her co-host entered the studio. He kicked open the set of doors, grinning as the light from outside shined behind him. She knew that cocky grin anywhere. "Y-You!" The hostess growled, clenching her fists. Blaineley turned to her interns, practically foaming at the mouth. "You couldn't have found someone else?! Do you know what he put me through?!"

"I-It's Chris McLean," one of the interns stammered, tapping his fingers together. "He's famous. Who else would be able to fill in Josh's spot?"

"Besides, if anyone can dish out any dirt on the contestants, it's him," another intern added. "Chris has seen these kids in action on and off screen."

"Thanks for the support, dudes," Chris grinned as he sat in his chair. He rested his arms behind his head, and planted his feet on the table. "Better hurry up, Blaineley. We'll be on the air in less than a minute."

"Whatever," she grumbled as she took her seat. Blaineley made sure to move her seat as far from Chris as she could, while also making sure she was within the camera's view. Alright. Ten seconds remaining. It was only a half an hour. She could get through this.

"And five, four, three, two..."

A grin spread across Blaineley's face once she was given the signal. "Welcome to this week's Celebrity Manhunt! I'm your host, Blaineley Stacey Andrews O'Halloran!"

"And I'm Chris McLean! I'll be filling in for Josh, while he's out with the flu." Chris pointed to the camera. "Get well soon, bro."

"We're here to give you the latest scoop on our fellow Canadian celebrities! At the end of the latest season of Total Drama, the contestants were last seen fleeing for their lives from a volcanic eruption!"

"You were too, y'know," Chris stated, examining his nails.

Blaineley rolled her eyes, clearing her throat. Her smile became more strained. "The Gwuncan scandal has been the talk of Total Drama fans. Everyone is wondering what has become of them since the end of season three. Well, we caught this never before seen footage of the lovers relaxing together at the beach. Let's have a look!"

As the footage rolled, Chris turned to Blaineley. His elbow rested on the table, while his cheek rested in his palm. "So, how's it feel to be sitting back here? Pretty nice, huh?"

"D'oh, why do you care?" Blaineley huffed, folding her arms.

"Ouch. Harsh."

The clip had come to an end, and Blaineley was given her signal to continue. "So, how about that? It seems like Duncan and Gwen aren't going to let Courtney spoil their romance. Speaking of romance, another couple everyone's been questioning about is Alejandro and Heather. Or should we say 'AleHeather'."

"The last we saw of them, one lost the million, and the other lost his charming good looks. Poor sucker. Should've seen it coming," Chris continued.

A line formed across Blaineley's lips. Though she wasn't the sympathetic type, it was hard for her to not feel sorry for Alejandro, especially since she knew how he felt. "Y'know, Chris, I highly doubt you'd be snickering if you were the one drenched in lava."

"Moving on..."

"Oh, trying to switch the subject now, are we?"

"Yeah, Mildred. Anyway..."

Blaineley gasped, gripping the sheets of paper within her hands. "You did NOT just say that!"

"Uh, I did, actually." Chris smirked. "Why? Does someone not like her real name?"

"Well, at least I'm not the one with a fake weave on my head!"

"Oh yeah? Well, at least I'm not some prima donna that can burp and fart at the same time!"

Slamming her papers onto the table, Blaineley swiftly rose from her seat. She glared at the camera, shouting, "Cut! Cut! Right now!"

While his partner had tension oozing from her, Chris sat nonchalantly in his seat. "Oh no, keep it rolling!" He waved his hand. "This is getting juicy!"

"Only for you, you sadistic narcissist!"

"Psh, is that the best you got?"

"I think I have a little something up my sleeve." Blaineley smirked as she turned to the camera. "You want gossip? I'll give you gossip! Rumor has it that Chris McLean flirted with Lindsay behind the scenes!"

"T-That's not true!" Chris yelled, his face burning. He shrank slightly in his seat, biting his lower lip.

"Oh yes! Right beneath Tyler's nose!"

"W-Well..." Chris sat up straighter in his seat, pouting up at her. "You're the one who gushes over Justin!"

As the two hosts continued to bicker, the interns could only watch. They knew they couldn't interfere. After all, their jobs were on the line. All they could do was sit back and listen as Chris and Blaineley spewed dirt about each other on national television.

Turning from Chris, Blaineley gripped her hair. "I can't believe I had to be stuck with you of all people! You were the reason why I nearly broke every bone in my body!"

"Well, you had no right to bring up that you could've been the host of Total Drama instead of me!" Chris rose from his seat, throwing his arms up in the air. "That's personal!"

"You're not the only one who's had secrets revealed on television! Get over it!"

Chris growled. "You're a drama queen, y'know that?!"

"Oh, and I thought I was a 'ratings jewel'," the hostess quoted, glaring as she leaned close to him.

"You? A jewel? Psh, as if! You're more like a sack of cra-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Ooooo!" Chris held up his hands teasingly. "Mildred's getting feisty!"

"THAT'S IT!"

Blaineley tackled Chris to the ground, prompting the camera crew to surround the hosts as they wrestled on the floor. The hostess was continuously slapping Chris across the face, while the host with the most returned the favor by yanking her hair. They growled as they rolled rolled around, knocking over various cameras and lights.

"Jerk face!"

"Garbage eater!"

"Camera hog!"

"Fatso!"

"Get off me!"

"Make me!"

Chris managed to pin Blaineley onto the floor. His hands held down her arms, while he straddled her waist. Their lips were inches apart as they panted and glared. Blaineley's hair was spread across the floor, messy due to the scuffle. It didn't take long for Chris to realize the position they were in, and how this may have appeared out of context.

"Uh...this is awkward." Despite being the one to point this out, Chris didn't move. He could only stare down at Blaineley, wondering if she thought the same.

Blaineley's eyelids hooded as she looked Chris over. His hair turned out messy as well, and a couple of buttons on his shirt managed to come undone, revealing part of his chest. In her eyes, Chris looked more attractive. She could feel heat rush to her face as she realized just how close they were to each other. "Yeah, uh...awkward."

"...You wanna makeout?"

The cameras were once again capturing dramatic footage. However, this time, there was no violence on screen. The rest of the show consisted of Chris and Blaineley passionately kissing on the floor of the studio.

Of course, this captured the attention of Blaineley's boss. When the show was over, he ordered both she and Chris to come to his office immediately. "I saw everything," the man spoke, slowly rising from his seat, lighting up his cigar. "Not only did you two fail to tell the audience about the Total Drama contestants, but you were physically harming each other on national television! I will have no choice but to give you both a raise!"

"Look, I'm sorry about...wait, what?!" Blaineley exclaimed. Did she hear him correctly?

"Our ratings have sky rocketed because of you two! The audience loved it all! I'm already getting emails and phone calls about how they loved today's episode, and wanna see more of what you two got!" The boss pointed to Chris, grinning from ear to ear. "Chris, we have to have you on the show more often. Maybe once a week."

"Uh, sure, I guess," Chris shrugged, smiling sheepishly. He glanced at Blaineley, only to duck his head away.

"Now, you two skedaddle," the boss said, waving them away. "I have to come up with what we can do to boost our ratings even more!"

The hosts exited the room, neither uttering a word. Chris rubbed his neck, while Blaineley rubbed her arm as they stepped outside. Their hair was still messy, and Chris' shirt was still unbuttoned from the drama that ensued. Neither had much time to fix themselves up before being brought to Blaineley's boss' office.

Chris cleared his throat, tugging at the loose collar of his shirt. "That...uh...that was...uh...really something."

Blaineley stared ahead, folding her hands in front of herself. "T-The last time I was sent in there, I lost my job," she said quietly.

"I honestly thought we were toast. Who knew people were into makeout sessions?"

"Well, why do you think our audience is more focused on the couples than the show itself?" Blaineley asked as she dusted off her dress. "After all, you're the host of a show focused around teenagers. Audiences expect romance when it comes to shows like that."

"Good point." Turning toward Blaineley, Chris rubbed his neck. A small smile tugged at his lips. "Uh, Blaineley?"

It was admittedly nice to hear him refer to her as "Blaineley" without coming off as snarky or rude. There was a rather sincere tone to his voice. The hostess slowly turned her head to him. "Yes?"

"I...uh..." He swallowed. "I wanna take back all that stuff I said back there. Y'know, like how I said you're gross, or how you're a drama queen, or..." Chris' eyes widened as he was cut off by Blaineley pressing her finger to his lips.

"Why don't we settle this at my place?" Blaineley offered softly, her bright blue eyes hooded. "I have a nice hot tub we can talk things over in, and some really good wine."

Now that was more like it! The small smile on Chris' face widened into a grin. "Count me in!"

"My limo should be waiting in the back. C'mon," Blaineley said as she led Chris down the sidewalk. As they walked side by side, she reached out and held his hand. "Y'know, you're not that bad of a kisser for someone with such a dirty mouth."

"Right back at ya."

NOTES

Though not a popular or as well liked pair, I seriously love the idea of Chris and Blaineley getting together. It makes too much sense to me with how narcissistic and fame hungry they both are. On top of that, they both have their dirty little secrets, like Blaineley's gross habits and Chris' wig. I can see them being a sexy pair, and it's hard for me to picture them with anyone else.

These are not my characters.

Blaineley & Chris McLean/Total Drama © Fresh TV