Homophobia with a reason:GLEE by XxXTickleMehEmoXxX, literature
Literature
Homophobia with a reason:GLEE
Another Argument. They stood, face to face, neither willing to bare their back. It was deadly. It was terrifying and painful. It was a normal Saturday night at the Anderson's.
He had left over an hour ago, but the strength he left, the glow on the younger of the two's skin remained. The silence was broken, first by the distant yowling of cats. The one whose face was lined with worry spoke, his face was lined with worry spoke, his voice cracked with lines and inherently lilting.
"No. Son, it's not love. Love is what brings people together. Love creates families. It unites people. Communities. It's happiness. All I've ever seen come from your
Behind the Curtains
After so many rehearsals and so many nights of memorizing lines and practicing pitch, the night was finally here. Beyond those red velvet curtains awaited thirteen thousand fans in anticipation for them. Waiting. Watching. Darren switched the weight from his feet three times before his eyes focused back to Chris for about the fiftieth time that night, who was stretching at the opposite side of the stage. Chris looked up, and smirked just a little before Darren started walking over to the brunette.
"Hey," Chris said as he stood up, fixing his red polo around his torso. Darren's eyes followed his hands hungrily, but looke
Title: Who Could it Be?
Started: 8/26/11 1:13 a.m.
Finished: 8/26/11 3:31 a.m.
Summary: So who's the best kisser in New Directions? Only one person knows that. Very random, very short one-shot!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its respective characters.
"Troll, you don't even want to go there!"
"Look, what I lack in quantity I make up for in quality!"
"As I recall, yours didn't invoke the feeling of fireworks, man hands."
Santana, Rachel and Quinn huffed their way into the cafeteria, meeting the befuddled stares of the members of New Directions already at the table.
"Alright, what the hell's going on here," Mercedes demanded impatient
Changing Status
This morning I was awoken by my phone ringing. Usually I was awake at the same time every day so this seemed strange to have been woken. The only explanation must have been that I shouldn't be awake yet.
"Hey Chris"
"Hey Ryan, it's..." I glanced at my alarm clock, trying to refocus on the seemingly so small and blurry numbers "3am" finished my sentence.
"What the hell is wrong?" I continued
"Hey, nothing to be worried about I just wanted to remind you about the auditions for Blaine this afternoon? I know what you're like for forgetting important things like this. You need to be there, we need to make sure that the guy we