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Olivia Rodrigo Edits ✤ Joy Schuester x Noah Puckerman

Guts ✤ Get Him Back: I want to meet his mom just to tell her her son sucks

Tag List: @airwolf92 – want to be added?

[ocmerunaway]

I Always Used To Hide Away, But Now I'm Open... - TheMultitudesOfMe (theonlyoneshetrulyloved) - Glee [Archive of Our Own]

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🖇️ + Steve & Joy

Half-siblings <33

Send me 🖇️ + a couple (romantic, platonic, crossovers, whatever anything) and I’ll give you an image that fits their dynamic

[hevanderson]

📖 but do three episodes

this is so creative omg!!

1) SHOOTING STAR. get that thing OUTTA HERE. it adds very little to the plot iirc so taking it out would not hurt anything. it would make the season better because there would be no tonally confused, insensitive, and (to my own personal experience) inaccurate (+ kind of harmful) episode. it practically doesn't exist to me anyway

2) the spanish teacher. sorry ricky martin. it is an episode that adds very little, if not absolutely nothing, and is just. uncomfortable. i do not get any joy from watching will schuester being racist for 45 minutes

3) lights out? i suppose? im not entirely sure for this one.. but lights out doesn't really Add anything aside iirc from some awful lines from artie and sam about ryder's SA, which is out of character for sam and just. gross for artie. i like at the ballet but can't tell you a single other song in that episode. it is mid so its getting blasted away

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Some Sentences Sunday

I was tagged by @rockitmans and @forabeatofadrum you so much for tagging me dear!!

I am just done with my new year eve gift exchange fic for the rwrb fandom. It's a oneshot and I am just fresh from typing and staring constantly into my tab screen.

So I think this is my cue to take a little break from rwrb(or maybe another fic? I don't know )

Next up is the second part of the secret santa fic for @ericdooley . Its just one chapter and I should complete soon. Since I've already gifted my giftee with a fic,I think it's safe to assume that I can post some lines from the fic

"This time it was worse. When he got a call that Kurt had been involved in a grave motor accident, he was not ready to live the past experience again. This time, as a newly wed husband, he really felt like he was going to die. But when the news of Kurt being stable and he just needed a hip and rib  replacement surgery hit his ears, he cried in joy. Sure, getting a major surgery sucked but losing the love of his life was worse than a surgery. And he knew Kurt would fight back to his life."

So that's six lines to be exact. If you think this fic is about Kurt being in hospital and Blaine taking care of him,you are partially right. And I have a bunch of oneshots again(like Schuester saying "We have to sell...more toffees!!)

I am planning to watch a movie and base klaine on the movie. I think the premise is so settling for klaine. No,both of them are not into music or fashion industry in this. But let's see.

Again thank you for tagging.

Tagging : @fallevs (no rush honey. Do it when you can), @england-would-fall , @kurtsascot @daisyishedwig ,@backslashdelta ,@hkvoyage and also @esilher ,@mynonah and other artists for some stroke sunday !everybody who want to self invite themselves. You're very welcome!

[no-one-fuck-a-man]

Berry Blues

Season Two

Part Nine - (Special Education) Fuckin' Relationship Drama

Quinn Fabray x Reader

Summary: As Sectionals rears its head, diva-dome and relationship drama sprouts within the group. Leading to down moods and you saving the day seconds before the competition.

Word Count: 5,775

WARNINGS: N/A

(A/N): Guess who's back, back again.

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You had impeccable aim.

Or at least you thought you did.

The scene of the gathered teenagers as the Spanish teacher walked through the choir room doors with a thick binder in hand was one... of slight chaos.

There you sat, upon a stack of plastic, maroon chairs, facing the three cheerleaders, dressed in their cold weather uniforms, One eye clamped shut, mouth pulled into a focused sneer, with an elastic band drawn at the pen Quinn used to write in her notebook.

The risk you took was calculated.

But boy, were you bad at math!

You didn't hit Quinn. That was the good news. You fear if you had hit her, she would have ripped your soul from your body, like a very pretty, blonde teenage dementor. Only there would be no "kiss" involved.

The funny news, however?

You had hit Sam.

Not only that.

Thanks to your misguided aim, you had snapped the elastic band, sending it hurtling through the air, directly at his crotch.

As the boy groaned out in sudden pain, hands between his legs, others turned to regard him, thanks to his sudden outcry.

"What's wrong?" you faintly heard Quinn ask, through the loud sound of your booming laughter, confessing that you were the reason, just from that.

Leaning towards the other two cheerleaders, who smiled confusedly at you, you spoke through your joy, "I hit him in the dick!"

Quinn glared over to you at that, rubbing her boyfriend's thigh in hopes of soothing him. All the while, Santana and Brittany tried to hold their own giggles at bay.

Before Mr Schuester could prompt Sam into telling him what was wrong, your sister jumped up, words rushing out of her mouth. As you calmed yourself down, wiping the tears from under your eyes.

"Mr Schuester, I have an announcement. I have selected the perfect moving ballad for Finn and I to sing to launch our performance at Sectionals."

"Please stop talking," you whispered to yourself. Now. You loved your sister, you always would, but when she acted so entitled, you couldn't help but wish to have ducktape suddenly cover her mouth.

"Me first." The teacher turned with a pointed finger. "Two things. First, our competition at Sectionals are your classic stool choirs. Great voices, but they don't move. Now, if we're gonna beat them, we need to do what they can't: Dance."

"Good luck, Finn," you called over to the boy in jest.

"Actually, Y/N, I've decided to feature Brittany and Mike Chang's sweet moved." The teacher got sounds of excitement from the team at that. Well... most of them.

Your sister, however, had something to say about the matter.

"Wait, they're gonna dance in front of me while I sing my solo?"

"Not everything is about your solo, Rach," you told the girl, "There are still other songs."

It was only at Mr Schue's statement did your eyes blow wide.

"You're not getting a solo for this competition, Rachel."

Quickly, you dug through your jacket pocket and pulled your phone out, shooting your fathers a warning text.

'Rachel doesn't get a solo for Sectionals. Prepare for drama, screaming, and complaining. May God help us all'

"Finally," Mercedes spoke eagerly, "So what song do I get to sing?"

"I was thinking the winners of our duet's competition would take the leads," Mr Schue said, rubbing his palms against his thighs.

"Ken and Barbie," Rachel stressed her outcry, gesturing towards the two blonde teens as she ranted at Mr Schue, "Wait, a-a-are you trying to throw this?"

"You used to be just sort of unlikable," Quinn started, twirling a pen between her fingers, "But now I pretty much feel like punching you every. Time. You open your mouth."

With a sigh, you spoke to the girl, "Please don't say that. I'm still bruised up from my last fight, and I really don't want to get suspended again for defending my sister this time. And I know how you fight, you have nails, you scratch, you pull hair, you'd kick my ass. Not to mention, I really don't want to argue with you, 'cause sometimes that's worse."

"Yeah," Santana turned to you, "I thought you were still suspended. Why are you back here before Sectionals?"

You shrugged. "Mr Figgins took me off. Something about a mandatory science project, I don't really know. I don't think he understood what happened. You know how he is. But whatever, I'm here now."

"Okay, guys, listen. Can we get back to the task at hand?" Mr Schue asked, hands risen, drawing the attention back to himself. "I have talked the talk about everyone in here feeling special for over a year now... but frankly, I haven't walked the walk. I mean, we have got a lot of talent here, and I'm gonna highlight it."

"Do something," you heard your sister hiss over to her boyfriend.

"Look, I'm all for pumping up the team, making everyone feel special, but that's for practice."

"When has that ever been practised?" you asked the boy sceptically, "At least as much as it should."

"Plenty of times," he answered your question, continuing with, "Look, you don't take the star quarterback out before the big game."

You tolled your eyes at his words as Rachel nodded, assuredly, with his words. Even the football term.

"Easy to say when you're the star quarterback," Tina pointed out.

"This isn't just about me. This is about the team."

"Lies," you coughed into your fist, seeing right through his words.

"You are such a hypocrite." Santana glared.

Rachel scoffed, "Oh like you even know what that means."

"Chill," you spoke down to her.

At your sudden, quick defence of Santana, Quinn's back grew taught. A sickly feeling swelled in her chest as her hard eyes glanced between yourself and the Latina.

"It means that your boyfriend is full of crap, Hobbit."

"You know what?" Rachel jumped up from her seat, rounding on the girl."

"Oh, God," you groaned at the drama of it all.

"Ever since the wedding, you've been up my butt, and I'm sick of it."

"Come on, Rachel. She's not worth it."

"Oh, really?" Santana remarked down to Finn, "'Cause that's not what you thought last year in that motel room. That's right, Yentl. Your sweetheart? He's been lying to you. Because he and I totally got on last year."

With furrowed brows, you leaned across your sister's seat, so only the boy would hear your whispered question, "Did you not tell her?" Finn looked over his shoulder guiltily at you. "Oh, dude."

"Okay, enough already!" the teacher snapped, moving from where he was flipping through his notes at the piano, as shocked faces surrounded the room at the drama had just conspired, "No more conversations about this, or-or-or anything. This is our plan for sectionals, and that is that. Mike, Brittany. Come on up, let's start choreographing."

This was not gonna end well.

---

"Did your dad's really almost want to kill each other because one of them put up wallpaper without asking?"

"Oh, yeah." You nodded to the boy sitting next to you. "Thought it was gonna turn into War of the Roses in that place. They're fine now, though, so that's cool."

From the back of the class, Santana spoke, just as Mr Schuester strode into the room with a large stack of papers in his hands, "Where's Puck? I haven't seen him since yesterday, and I need him to get me a churro."

It was a burning feeling on the back of your neck that got you to turn around to face the Latina that was previously staring at the back of your head, now looking down at you pointedly.

You scoffed while shaking your head, "Absolutely not. Just because Puck's not here doesn't mean I'll be his substitute and run after you. If anything, you get me a churro for the audacity."

"My guess is he'd rather quit Glee Club than lose sectionals. And I can't blame him," Mercedes told Santana, "Our set's gonna be real light on the Mercedes."

You were inclined to agree with the girl, knowing that if she were one of the main performers, there was no way that the team wouldn't be a shoo-in.

But then Tina just had to voice her opinion and irritate you.

"I'm telling you, if the Warblers win Sectionals, it's only because we gave them Kurt. We should not clap."

"You have got to be kidding me, right?" your question was rhetorical as you turned to face the goth girl, "Karofsky threatened to kill him, and you're pissed that he left because of that? What? You'd rather Kurt not feel or be safe? Check your privilege at the door, Tina. And the same goes for anyone who agrees." Turning to face the front of the class with a huff and your arms tightly folded across your chest, finishing with a, "Some friends you guys are, you should be really proud."

"If we lose, we should throw possums."

"Now that sounds like fun." You gestured a finger towards the ditzy blonde sitting beside Santana. "And not just directed at Kurt."

You sighed deeply the next second at what -or rather, who- had just entered the choir room. Arms folded over their black and white bunny printed sweater, a perfectly cut strip of duck tape plastered across her lips, was your sister. Throwing a diva-filled tantrum in her dramatic ways.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me," you breathed to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

"Rachel, what are you doing?" the teacher asked after rolling his eyes, following her movements to the back of the class to be seated alone, over his shoulders.

With a sigh of her own, she easily removed the strip of duck tape that had obviously been tampered with, so it didn't hurt her when she inevitably voiced her opinion on something.

"I'm not doing anything. You've silenced my talents. I'm merely protesting." Rachel replaced the tape back over her mouth... which didn't last long, as, in the next second, it had been pulled back once more. "My talents are wasted in this club. My star shines too bright, and I think you're threatened by it."

The Spanish teacher finally snapped at your sister's ego-filled antics. Slamming his stack of papers onto the piano top, sending lone sheets flying.

"Take that off! I'm tired of this, Rachel! You have a terrible attitude, you're a lousy sport, and it is not okay anymore!"

"Well, I'm upset!" she yelled in reply to the man now standing before her, raising from her seat so as to not feel like he was towering over her, "I'm furious about this. About a couple of things actually," she spoke pointedly towards her boyfriend, before looking you directly in the eyes where you sat beside him, "And I see whose side you've taken, traitor."

Raising your arms in defence, you told her, "I want no part of this. I don't wanna be involved. I'm just sitting."

"I'm sorry you're disappointed," Mr Schue continued, "But you know, you could also make the choice to be happy. That we're a part of a Glee Club that is bursting at the seams talent. There's an awful lot of "me" talk going around. "What's in it for me?", "What solo am I gonna sing?"."

"Well, you can only assume that those questions are gonna be asked since most of the club has been shunned to the background since the very beginning. And, well, quite frankly, we're sick of it."

"Which is exactly why I'm trying to rectify that mistake." Mr Schue pointed your way. Only leading you to tick an eyebrow up at the man, scepticism clear on your face as the thought, 'And how long will that last before you get bored of caring for more than two students?'. "Now, when we go to Sectionals, we be good sports. We'll cheer on the hipsters, on Kurt, and the Warblers. And if they win, we will congratulate them, because that's who we are."

Leaning to the side to peer around the teacher, Artie asked, "Dude, where have you been?" bringing everyone's attention to a downcast Puckerman being escorted into the room by the girl you recognised to be Lauren Zizes.

"You look like crap," you told him.

"I found him in a Porta-Potty," the wrestler informed.

Puck began his explanation, which, surprisingly to you, he didn't alter to make himself seem cooler or add anything unbelievable just because he thought it was badass.

"I was trying to find Kurt's replacement for Sectionals. I was trapped in that Porta-Potty for twenty-four hours. Lauren came to my rescue. So I asked her if she wanted to join. But she had some conditions."

"A carton of Cadbury eggs and seven minutes in heaven with him," Zizes listed.

"I have to say, she kind of rocked my world."

Nodding deeply, you uttered, "Cool." Then turned to question your sister, "Isn't she the one you paid to bug us last year?" Rachel didn't reply. Instead, she pointedly turned her face further away from you, arms still crossed over her chest. "Wow. Really? You haven't changed since we were kids."

"Okay, guys, um..." Mr Schuester shrugged his shoulders, raising his arms as he did so. "Looks like we're back in business. Let's all welcome our newest member, Miss Lauren Zizes."

A weak round of applause sounded for the girl. Mainly thanks to the group still being in shock, down in the dumps, or -in your sister's case- mid-tantrum. The girl gave a small curtsy in return.

The teacher shook the traumatized boy's hand, speaking to him in gratitude, before continuing the lesson. The two members moved to sit together.

"Man, you need t shower!" You called as e walked b you, wrinkling your nose up at the stench he wore.

---

Crouching down low, a mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you rounded the corner. Only to find your wheelchair-bound friend intently digging through his locker, far too busy to notice you coming up behind him.

So, with quiet, calculated steps, you inched towards the boy. Reaching out to push at the ends of his glasses, making them wiggle up and down in front of his eyes.

Artie's shoulders jumped to his ears before swiftly peering over his shoulder, only to find your grinning face.

"Why would you do that?!"

An amused shrug. "Thought it was funny."

Before Artie's sassy retort could be delivered to you, it found a new victim in the form of Tina, who had just strode up to the two of you.

"We've got a problem."

"Is it your outfit? Because you look like a cheerleader zombie corpse."

"I think you look awesome!" you gushed, complimenting the girl's steampunk, goth outfit, "And now I need to high-five Mike at getting such a hot girlfriend."

Tina threw you a thankful smile, quickly turning back to her ex-boyfriend.

"I have no choice. Mike Chang likes cheerleaders," she sassed, "You of all people should know."

Before you could tell Tina that she should never change herself for someone, especially the person she's dating, she continued, clarifying her point.

"He's having an affair with Brittany."

"What? You crazy," Artie brushed off with a smile as your brows scrunched at her observation.

"You haven't noticed her ignoring you lately?"

"Not really. It's "Shark Week"."

"They're inseparable," Tina pressed.

"They're doing a number together. They've been rehearsing."

"Really? Just rehearsing?"

Raising your hand, you interrupted the girl before she could continue on her jealous tangent.

"Listen, Tina, not to derail whatever you were about to say entirely, but I've got to let you know just because Brittany has slept with a lot of people before, I being one of them, doesn't mean she's a cheater. Trust me, I know her. She wouldn't do that."

"It's not that Brittany has slept with a lot of people. It's that she's obviously sleeping with Mike," she reiterated, "Exhibit 'A'. I kissed him, and it tasted like Lip Smackers. You know who wears Lip Smackers? Brittany."

"And she doesn't mind sharing. I love wearing her Lip Smackers. It's like candy for your lips."

"I literally have like five sticks of the stuff in my locker just because she thought I might like them." Artie gestured your way, thankful for the defence of your blonde friend.

"Don't be naive, Artie. She's a cheerleader. He's a football player."

"So's... Artie..." You pointed out confused.

"You and I never had a chance with either of them," Tina finished.

Shaking your head at her blatant disregard for your words, you moved on this time to ask.

"If you're so convinced that he's cheating on you, why are you trying so hard to keep him around?"

Tina stumbled over her words, unable to answer your question. Instead, she swallowed and walked away silently, left to contemplate your question as you and the boy by your side watched after her.

"You slept with Brittany?"

You scoffed down at him, "Of course I did. But don't let Tina get to you. The last time we had sex was way before you two started dating. Last week we were partnered up for something before I got suspended, and when I tried to work on it with her, she told me she was dating you and walked away." You pat his shoulder. "You got nothing to worry about, man."

"Thanks, Y/N." He smiled up at you softly, still slightly rattled by Tina's words.

Why was everyone having relationship drama this week?

---

A couple days later, you were filing onto the bus, heading to the Sectionals competition.

Repeatedly telling yourself not to look at the sickeningly sweet couple to your right from your position seated beside Mercedes. As they huddled close to each other, sharing soft words. Waiting for your teachers to get done talking and board the bus themselves.

Your sister, having waited long enough, in her opinion, leaned out of the open door to call for the director.

"Mr Schuester, not that I really care, but if we don't leave now, we're gonna miss the competition."

"Way to keep spirits high, Rachel!" you called over as she pulled back in, heading back to her seat beside Tina.

It seemed time flies quickly when your team's spirits are dampened because soon enough, you were at the venue's bar in search of a sweet treat with your sister. Who, of course, acted the diva, along with the girl who had sent you two on the mission.

"Then go down to 7-Eleven and get some. I need Raisinets!"

"Carb loading?"

Your face visibly morphed into one of pure joy when your attention was brought to the boy by your side.

"Kurty!" you exclaimed, moving to wrap him up in a hug, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Y/N." He smiled, patting your back.

Your sister sighed, choosing to answer Kurt's question when you pulled away, "Puck got Lauren Zizes to take your place. And she won't go on unless she gets her damn candy. She's a warm body."

"I like her." You shrugged.

"Hey, did you, uh, get your solo?" at Rachel's words, you looked over to the boy, intrigued by the topic.

"Sadly, no."

"Ah, buddy, I'm sorry," you replied comfortingly, reaching out a hand to rub at his arm.

"Oh, wow. If you didn't get a solo, then they must be really good. We are doomed." A swift kick to her shin. "Ow. Sorry, that was selfish," she told Kurt, "What I meant to say was, "wor, that really sucks. I'm sure you were really good"."

With a single nod and a proud smile at your sister, you turned back to the boy as he replied self-assuredly.

"I was. I mean, I think I was."

"You're always good, Kurt. Even when you blew that note last year."

"Don't remind him of that," Rachel hissed over to you, hand squeezing your bicep.

"Right, yeah. Sorry."

"It's fine, Y/N. And thank you, anyway. It's just... being in the Warblers made me question everything I thought about myself."

"Even being gay?"

"Well, not that."

"Yeah. What has become of us, Kurt?" Rachel asked with a scoff, leading the two to manoeuvre onto barstools, with you standing between them, holding onto the backs of either stool.

"So... do you miss us?"

"I do." Kurt nodded. "Being a Warbler is great, but I don't think they appreciate my individuality as much as you guys did."

"Who wants to be the same as everyone else?"

"Exactly." He nodded to you in thanks. That was before his mood shifted slightly. "And I can't help but think that I let you guys down."

"It's your life, Kurt." Rachel reached over to hold his hand, shoving his guilt away like the blonde girl from clueless. "You weren't safe at McKinley anymore. We all get it."

Another proud smile took over your face as the boy tried to push his tears back with a smile of his own. Jabbing your thumb in her direction, you said, "That took me two hours of yelling at her to realize that."

Rachel looked awkward at your statement, "I may have been a bit dramatic at the news, at first."

"She compared it to the apocalypse," you told the boy.

"Okay, enough out of you." She pointed a finger in your face.

Kurt chuckled softly, "How come you were never this nice to me when I was your teammate?"

"Because you were my only real competition," Rachel said playfully, leaning over towards the boy, "Don't tell."

"Yeah, that's true."

"I'm right here." You pointed to your chest before you were pulled onto a quick group hug by the two, and they returned to their seats.

"So, how's Finn?" Your face morphed into a cringe at the boy's question. "I feel bad. I haven't spoken to him since the wedding."

"I, uh, haven't really talked to him much either," Rachel replied awkwardly, "I found out that he and Sanatana were romantically involved. And he lied to me about it."

"Wait, you didn't know about that?"

Just as Kurt asked that question, the boy you recognised as Blane came up to fetch him, as the bell dinged overhead, signalling the first show choir was up to perform.

"Kurt, they're calling places. Oh, hi, Y/N."

"Hey, Blane, this is my sister," you introduced the two quickly.

"Hey."

"Good luck out there, guys."

"You too."

"Thanks again, Rachel," Kurt said, bidding you both farewell and leaving your sister to turn to you.

"How many people knew?"

Instantly knowing she was talking about Finn and Santana boning, your mind became blank, "Uh... we... we, uh, we should get out there. Don't wanna miss The Hipsters, do we?"

You knew this wasn't the end of it.

---

You had missed a good portion of The Hipsters' performance, as you had to rush into your outfit with the rest of the club. All the while, Zizes complained about her lack of Raisinets.

But, soon enough, you were waltzing down the aisle as the elderly group performed, being forced into sitting between Puck and Mike, still finishing buttoning up your maroon shirt.

It didn't take long before the elderly club forced tears to well in your eyes as they sang, almost weeping at them along with Puckerman, as your friends looked on in complete bewilderment.

"They remind me of my grandparents, okay?!" you reasoned as you clapped loudly for the club.

"Mine too," Puck said through his tears.

... that was the first time you had ever bonded with Noah Puckerman. And it would probably be the last.

You were still recovering as Kurt and the Warblers performed, but still, that didn't stop you from leaning over to Mike to whisper your stupid joke.

"They're very... uniform."

The boy snorted, placing his head in hand and shaking his head in reaction as you returned to popping along to the song Blane took the lead on.

In a surprising turn of events, your sister was the first of your team to jump up and give the Warblers -Kurt- a standing ovation for their performance. You followed not long after with Mercedes and the rest of your group.

Pulling Mike up to stand with you, with bright smiles on each of your faces, you cheered. Leading the rest of the auditorium to do the same.

"Hell yeah, Kurt!" you shouted for your friend, pumping your fist towards the ground as you did.

A faint giggle behind you forced you to peer over your shoulder at Santana, who was amused by your antics. You quickly threw the girl a smile before catching Quinn's jealous eyes and sending her a soft smile of her own.

If only you could see the jealousy.

---

You were leaned against the window of the green room minutes later, behind the blonde couple. Watching as the dying leaves of yellows, reds, and oranges blew in the night's light breeze.

Until you were pulled out of your mindless daze by Sam's voice as he leaned over to evaluate his girlfriend.

"Are you okay?"

"No." Quinn shook her head, making you round the chair to face her. "I'm totally freaking out. Last time we performed, I went into labour. I think I'm having post-traumatic stress disorder."

"You probably are," you told her, crouching down beside where she was seated at the table, holding the hand Sam wasn't, "Have you considered therapy? I mean, after everything you've been through, I think you may need it. God know I would."

"F.Y.I., I'm totally available to fill in," Mercedes added from where she sat, flipping through the competition brochure.

"Not helping, 'Cadies."

Raising up, you leaned in close to whisper to the girl.

"You're gonna do great. Remember what I told you. You can do anything, including this."

Then with a kiss to her temple, she let out a deep breath, finally appearing to relax.

Sam threw you a grateful look as you walked away, winking to the boy as if to say 'I've-got-your-back', no matter how much it pained you.

With one problem down, another was quick to arise.

"You told Kurt?" Rachel stormed into the room, bearing down on her boyfriend.

"I don't remember. Maybe."

"About Finn and Santana?" Mercedes inquired. "No. I think I told him."

"Who told you?"

"Me," Quinn spoke up next.

"Yeah, I remember those two gossiping about it as I was moving blondie's stuff into her place," you said, gesturing a finger between Quinn and Mercedes as you sat on the chair's arms between Santana and Tina.

"Yeah, and I think Brittany told me," the cheerleader added, "Or maybe it was Puck."

"Yeah, it was me," Puck said.

"Wait. When did you find out about this?" your sister asked, growing further and further pissed at the second.

"Uh... I, uh, I think I was the first to know." You turned to Santana. "Right?"

A nod from the girl is all anyone needed to know.

"How were you the first to know?" Rachel snapped indignantly.

'Shit'

Pointing over to Finn, you started, "Well, numb-nuts over here dropped her off on the wrong street, so I was forced to take her back home in the middle of the night."

'Thank you, lying skills'

"Everybody knew about this but me?" Rachel asked, insulted and betrayed.

"Pretty much," Tina uttered from beside you before Santana decided to jump into the fray.

"Nobody tells you anything because 'A', you're a blabbermouth, and 'B', we all just pretend to like you."

Swiftly, you gave the Latina a light, back-handed slap to her shoulder, for saying that about your sister. As Puckerman voiced his disagreement.

"That's not true. I kinda like her."

"Look," Finn snapped, jumping to his feet, "Rachel, when this all happened, you were dating another guy, so you don't really have a right to be pissed at me about it, okay? And fine, I shouldn't have lied about it but, to be honest, that isn't what you care about. You care about the Santana of it all."

"Oh, who are you right now?" she asked as the Latina gestured to the tall boy, silently pointing out how right he was for the rest of the club. Before dropping her hand to your thigh. Letting it run up and down your black pant-covered leg, massaging the area close to your knee. Cockily smirked over to a jealous Quinn, who sat fuming beside her boyfriend. Hazel eyes glued upon the action before they snapped up to Santana's brown irises when her hand slipped 'round and under your leg.

The blonde glared at the smug look on the other cheerleader's face.

All the while, you were blind to their silent conversation.

"You know what? You guys are gonna have to find somebody else to mindlessly harmonize in the background because I'm not going onstage with him!"

"Make that two subs," Artie voiced, after your sister's rant, "I'm not going out there with Brittany."

"Dude, I thought we went over this," you regarded the boy confused, lifting your arms in question. As Santana's face scrunched up at the boy.

Pointing a hand over to him, she mouthed to you in question, 'What's he on about?'

'I have no idea,' you replied, shaking your head, watching as she placed hers in her hand. Unknown to the way Quinn's jaw ticked at the interaction.

"Me either."

"Tina?" you looked to the girl. "Seriously, with this bullshit?"

"Enough!" Mr Schuester yelled behind you, alerting the team to his presence, "Listen to yourselves. No setlist, no choreography, no chance in hell of winning. But you did win, because you did it together. Look, I don't care if you guys hate each other. All I want is for you guys to go out there and sing together."

"Questionable, but okay," you mumbled to yourself.

"Get up there and for six minutes, remind yourselves that you're not alone."

And as if by poetic timing, the bell dinged, and the lights repeatedly dimmed.

"All right. Show time!"

---

After that hectic time in the green room, you shouldn't have been surprised by its follow-up.

Just before he was about to go on stage, Sam rushed up to you, worry stricken.

"Dude, what's up?"

"Quinn's panicking again, and I can't stop it. I need you to do what you did before and help her."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," you husked to yourself, following the boy passed a visibly making-up Artie and Brittany, and Lauren Zizes doing pushups to the girl pacing by the curtains.

As soon as she spotted you, she rushed into your arms, hugging you tightly. Mumbling into your chest, "I can't do this. I really can't do this."

"You can," you clarified, pulling the blonde from your chest, "Listen to me. You had a fucking kid. You pushed a baby out of your hoo-ha." That got a soft chuckle from her. "You can do this."

Quinn shook her head, "I think I'd much rather give birth again."

"As long as I don't need to see it coming out of you this time."

"Yeah, don't want you passing out on me again."

"You passed out?" Sam asked from behind you, shattering the moment you were having with his girlfriend.

Before you could answer the boy, the announcer came over the PA, for the whole auditorium to hear.

"And now, for our final performance of the program from McKinley High, the New Directions!"

Panic shone in Quinn's eyes once more after that.

You had to hurry. Not only to calm her, but to run back to where you were needed backstage.

"Okay, listen, you're gonna go on in like five seconds." 'Not helping!' "Just remember to breathe. Your voice is perfect. You're gonna kill it out there. You look beautiful. Everything is going to be fine. You, Quinn Fabray. Can. Do. Anything."

Finally, she nodded, ready to go out there.

With Sam shooting you another grateful look, the two exited through the curtains, leaving you to run through the halls as their performance failed, then grew as you got closer to the backstage area.

The things you did for this girl.

---

After the performance and Santana's down-right iconic rendition of Valerie, the three clubs were gathered on stage for the results.

"And now, this year's Head Judge Associate Director of the Ohio Department of Motor Vehicles, Mr Pete Sosnowski."

"Wow, what a celebrity." you sassed in a whisper, with your arms thrown over Santana and Quinn's shoulders as the latter held onto their boyfriend's arm.

"Thank you," he spoke to the audience. Clearing his throat, he continued, "And thank you to all the groups who performed here today. We all had a seriously good time. You know what else is a seriously good time? Taking two minutes to save a life by filling out an organ donor card because it's never too late to donate."

Sucking your lips into an agreeing smile, you nodded your head, turning to spot Mike doing the same thing to you.

"Drumroll, please." Another clear of the man's throat. "In third place... The Hipsters."

Breaths of relief filled your team as one of the little old ladies came out to collect the award.

"Drive safely. And now, the winner of this year's West-Central Sectionals is..." The man smiled, pointing down to the card. "It's a tie. Congratulations! You're all going to the regionals!"

You joined the auditorium and two final teams in clapping, soon finding your opportunity to rush over to the Warblers' side, scooping Kurt and consequently Blane into a bear hug.

"Oof, hi, Y/N."

"Hi, Kurty."

"Congratulations," Blane chuckled against your shoulder.

"You too, buddy."

This was, like, the best outcome you could think of.

If only you could take Kurt all the way to New York with your team.

---

Pushing the Lip Smackers Brittany had gifted you aside, you reached for the large textbook you needed for your next class when something -or rather, someone- ting collided with you.

"Hey, watch it-! Rachel?" Looking down, you spotted your sister, tears pouring down her face, holding onto you tightly. "Het, what happened?"

"F-F-Finn," she wept, "He broke up with me."

Now that shocked you.

"Wha-? Why?"

All that came from her were further muffled cries, so you did the only thing you could at that moment. Hold your heartbroken sister to your chest, chin rested upon her sister, as you muttered comforting words to her.

You were so gonna kick Finn's ass.

That was until you found out the whole story.

-----

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[bearcreekhq]

MEET CHRIS

Full Name → Daniel Christopher Schuester

Age → 37

Birthday → August 17th, 1986

Order & Type → first, solo

Gender & Pronouns → cis man, he/him

Sexuality → pansexual

Occupation → medical robotic engineer at Bearcreek Family Clinic & Hospital

THEIR STORY

When you're from Lima, Ohio, and you hear the name Schuester, you can't help but think about a family known for their love of singing. And in part, that also applies to Daniel Christopher Schuester. After all, he was a member of the high school's glee club. But he was also a member of the chess club, math club, and debate team. And if that wasn't enough to place him at the bottom of the social ladder, he could be found with his nose in a book whenever he had some downtime. 

Daniel likes to be called by his middle name, Christopher, or Chris to his siblings and friends. Only his parents call him Daniel.  

Chris came into his own when he attended MIT. Coming from a close-knitted family, he struggled with homesickness in the first few months while he lived in Boston, but thanks to Facetime and hour-long phone conversations with his parents and, most of all, his siblings, he managed to find a way to cope with it all. After getting a robotic engineering degree, he moved to San Francisco for a few years. Here's where he found out he was actually cool compared to his fellow nerds there. 

Chris had a hard time finding a job he could see himself do the rest of his life. But after working many odd jobs, he finally found his dream job as medical robotic engineer. 

It's been years since the Schuester siblings last lived in the same town. When Chris heard that his sister and, later on, his brother had moved to Bearcreek, he decided to move the tiny house he had built singlehandedly to the outskirts of that small town and surprise them. 

That tiny house is his pride and joy and, of course, stacked with all the latest gadgets and a television that is far too big for the place. 

If you see Chris walking around in an outfit that isn't as color-coordinated as it should be, do not hesitate to tell him. He's colorblind. He's also a major klutz, known to trip over his feet numerous times. And, as for something that makes him stand out from the rest of the Schuesters, he's ambidextrous, which means he uses both his hands equally; he can write with both left and right but chooses to mostly write with his right hand to avoid smudging what he has written.  

He's not a morning person. Chris needs at least 3 cups of coffee to wake up in the morning.  

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

➰ + Ramona?

My new rich bitch baby yes! (Also... so many poly lesbians vibes from this list lmao)

Abbie Hudson

Adelia Kline

Betty Fabray

Colton & Cece Cartwright

Charlie Sylvester

Cole Manning

Demi July

Hillary Holliday

Jeremy St James

Joy Schuester

June Harris & May Taylor

Kendall Pierce

Marilyn Pillsbury

Maureen Morton

Melody Naccarelli

Roxie Flores

Savannah Evans (& Valeria Ramirez & Bobby Seurat)

[the-witching-ash]

WBW for Andrew Cartwright?

Disclaimer - this is Andrew Berry, just the crossover version with @randomestfandoms-ocs who gets his name changed in season two, post the Rachel Berry Trainwerck Extravaganza in Blame It On The Alcohol.

world building wednesday

send me the name of a character, and i’ll reply with:

B A S I C S

full name: Andrew Stephen Cartwright

gender: cis-male

sexuality: bisexual, also identifies as demisexual

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: Colton Cartwright (best-friend/soulmate), Quinn Fabrey (other best-friend/soulmate), Beth Cartwright-Fabrey (adoptive daughter) Brad Cartwright (Foster Father/Guardian?) , Cece Cartwright (Foster Sister?)

birthplace: Lima, Ohio

job: Waiter, various jobs in college, Broadway

Phobias: Will Schuster, Bugs, Slushies

guilty pleasures: Musical Films (but he doesn’t count them as guilty pleasures), Dolly Parton

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: neutral good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: (varies on the crossover, all @randomestfandoms-ocs ocs) Andrew/Colton Cartwright, Andrew/Demi July, Andrew/Savannah Evens, Andrew/Joy Schuester, Andrew/Roxie Flores, Andrew/Bobby Seurat, Andrew/Val Ramirez, Andrew/Adalia Kline, Andrew/Kirsty Gilmore

ot3: Andrew/Colton/Roxie

brotp: Andrew Cartwright & Mike Chang

notp: Andrew/Dave Karofsky, Andrew/Jesse St. James,

[blurglesmurfklaine]

Thanks to @cerriddwenluna @thnxforknowingme and @forabeatofadrum for tagging me today!

here’s a snippet of something I’m working on that’s a bit of a guilty pleasure ship of mine. I’ve honestly grappled a lot with the idea of posting this bc I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but it makes my heart super happy and it’s my blog so I think I should get to post whatever I want lmaooo

“Then why are you so hard on me?”

“Because it’s an excuse to spend time with you!” Figgins snaps.

Will’s heart stops in his chest, and before he can stop himself he’s on Principal (he doesnt know this man’s first name, no one knows his first name. Maybe his first name is Principal. He was born for this job), kissing him hard as their tongues battle for dominance in the others mouth.

It’s everything Will Schuester dreamed it would be.

And then Sue walks in.

Thank you guys for encouraging me to stop hiding in the shadows and to share content that brings me SUCH joy 💞💞

Tagging: @rockitmans @byebyeblainey @calliopemelpomene and anyone else who wants to do this!

[ramblingaboutglee]

Season 6 - What Glee Should Be

Okay hear me out, I have a point I swear 

Glee was cancelled going into S6. A half-length season, everyone knew it was over. There was no need to hold back, no need to compromise - and what we got was a highly divisive season that nevertheless feels like it was what the writers wanted to be doing for the last five years. 

Note the focus on teacher-roles, Rachel instructing the New New New Directions, and Will and Sue’s rivalry taking the fore in later episodes. Note how none of the students get any more than one episode arcs, where even romantic subplots are constrained to single episodes unless it’s drama surrounding the teachers. It’s reminiscent of Season 1 of Glee, before the show was re-geared to be about the kids rather than Will and Emma. 

But now the original kids are the teachers having the romantic subplot, creating an interesting middle-ground. But all in all, this feels so much more like the show that Glee was intended to be, now that there were no consequences for unpopularity or low ratings. It’s easy to imagine that, had the fandom not focused so much on the students, this might have been what Glee would have always looked like. 

 Does this mean it was good? That’s always going to be down to personal taste. But certainly, it is interesting to see the thought process shift. 

Let’s look at them side by side

But seriously. There’s no escaping the fact that a lot of the heyday of Glee, and a lot of the things the fandom loves, weren’t part of the show’s original conception. There were always character arcs with the kids, a dash of acknowledging some real-world topics, but it was through the lens of, well, Will Schuester as the main character. Which is a sentence that feels so weird to type, but watching the pilot, watching the first season (especially 1A), it’s undeniable. 

The show is about a teacher who learns from his kids, and through doing so has their life improved and helps figure out what they want in life and in their relationships. It’s about the idea of wasting your youth, and trying to recapture that and live your dreams even after feeling like you let them pass you by. That’s Glee season 1, before they had any idea of the huge fanbase they had, and what that fanbase wanted. 

And Glee season 6? Rachel returns to McKinley, unsure of her place in life, and as she figures it out she chooses to become a teacher. She goes from hitting a low point, at the start of the season, to sorting out her priorities, finding romance again, and finding joy in helping others get the spotlight rather than being in it herself. And in much the same way, Blaine gets a comparable journey, going from a relationship that gets an alarming amount of vitriol, to finding himself with the Warblers, the school he went to originally, and having that help spark his development. Both of them have left behind successful performances to, well, teach Glee after something in their life crashed.

Rachel, Blaine and Will all get the same story. 

Plus, of course, the throwback to building the Glee club one member at the time. 

Parallel lines, who meet

You could complain about repetition. I’d argue that’s the point. Going to S1 again, it’s all about the parallels - right from the Pilot, Will and Terri and Emma are paralleled with Rachel and Quinn and Finn. There are a dozen tiny examples threaded throughout, like Quinn and Puck naming Beth and the immediate next scene being Shelby asking Rachel why her dads named her that - Glee likes to lay adult and teenage life side by side, and look at similarities and differences. 

We’d be here a while if we listed everything. In S1, 3 and 4 especially, the show loves to compare and contrast - so having the original teens live the same arc as the teacher, well, it’s not unexpected. (shout out to Final Countdown having Kurt and Rachel watch Will and Sue have their sing-off and “...We cannot end up like them.”)

The echoes are the point. And when Glee goes out, it goes for parallels between Will and the kids, just like it did when it began.

Ain’t we got fun?

I feel like humour is going to be one of the most divisive things about S6. For me, it was a breath of fresh air - S5 had definitely gotten a little stale with some of the jokes. It referenced for the sake of referencing sometimes, and had grand set pieces that were played up like they were funny, and... weren’t, so it just ended up feeling a little weird. 

S6, at least, is different. Love or hate Sue’s terrifying shipper-robot, it’s certainly not just a rehash of an old joke. Sue as an adversary is nothing new, but the dynamic she has in S6 as the over-the-top principal is different. There is imagination to a lot of the new quips, whether or not they work for you. 

Then we have The Final Countdown, which harkens back to Run Joey Run and Baby Got Back as an unabashedly comedic musical number. The season gets a couple of those, and while the genre seems despised by the fandom, the writers seem to enjoy them, so given the chance, they added more. 

It’s interesting. I’d probably say that one of the biggest issues Glee ran into was how it started to feel samey, and I wonder if that was a result of the same thought process that governed the show after S1 - trying to just do the things that the fandom reacted to. And when it’s too late to get the fandom back, they have the freedom to go for different things. There is genuine effort to do different rather than just do more - which inevitably runs the risk of alienating fans, but they were cancelled anyway so...

Lending a shoulder

So let’s talk about the social awareness side. How does S6 fare? 

Honestly, surprisingly well. It’s still Glee, so not perfect, but there were beats that I noticed while watching that genuinely felt like an apology. 

So let’s talk about Beiste. There is nuance here. Coach Beiste comes out as a trans man this season - I’ve seen this criticised, and I understand the criticism, that it undercuts Beiste’s arc in previous seasons. Originally, the depiction of a cis woman who was not conventionally attractive nor conventionally feminine still wanting acknowledgement and respect was, in its way, radical - then again, Beiste has had very little to do for a while. If the alternative was nothing, then I’m content with mere continuity wonkiness. 

So let’s talk about the quality of this depiction. Glee’s previous foray into trans issues is Unique, and right from her name you get that uncomfortable vibe that they were just writing a drag queen, and there is that distinct undercurrent to some of her appearances. There was some good, but there was also a lot of... well, just imagine a ‘you tried’ star here. 

Then comes Sheldon Beiste. I think this was the first time the word ‘transgender’ was actually said on the show. He’s explicit, upfront, takes a name that isn’t just ‘Badass’ or some such, and is otherwise presented and treated as just a guy, with other characters treating him without the transphobia Unique faced. Plus there is the off-handed scene where he mentions that he’s always been attracted to guys, and that’s probably not going to change - a mainstream show acknowledging that not all trans people are straight in 2015 feels bizarrely radical, especially after Unique.

Then there was Becky getting an episode that pretty much just existed to call out how she’d been consistently infantilised in previous seasons. Honestly that was one I had to google after the episode was done because there are a lot of things I don’t know about Down’s - the fact Glee of all shows got that reaction is kinda impressive. 

Certainly, there are bits that are handled with the usual lack of tact, but there is a surprising amount to admire here. Which then, again, makes for a season one comparison and makes me wonder - in S1, the major dynamics that went for commentary were Kurt’s relationship with his dad, and Quinn’s arc dealing with conservative-family expectation and pressures, and a lot of that is well-handled compared to what a lot of people might expect from Glee going forwards. 

There’s a lot of potential speculation there, but if nothing else, it indicates the season wasn’t low-effort. 

Being the kids, as well as the sitter

Glee is about growing up, and it’s about what that means. We have a season where the teacher takes centre stage, like was originally planned, only it’s teachers that more people care about - Rachel, Kurt and Blaine probably have more fans than Will. 

But what of the kids?

Given that they only have half a season, they’re impressive. It helps that they’re well cast - most only really get one or two big songs, but they’re able to nail them (if you haven’t, go listen to Roderick’s Take Me To Church, thank you), and all of them feel distinct from previous archetypes. There are also fresh dynamics here - Roderick and Spencer’s neat friendship, Jane fitting in with Dalton is brand new, Mason and Madison offer a sibling dynamic we surprisingly haven’t seen before given how rarely Glee has siblings (Kurt and Finn didn’t really act it, and Puck and Jake had few interactions). 

Again, there’s genuine effort and freshness put into them, but it’s effort with the understanding that they aren’t leads. They don’t get multi-episode focuses on any love triangles or romance plots, they’re unmistakable secondary characters but it’s in that role that they thrive. 

Is season 6 the best season of the show? No. And it’s one it’s easy to imagine being hated, because it is a departure from previous seasons. I could list flaws - there’s a lack of focus, a desire to bring back characters that can give a very scattershot approach, and some dynamics do feel definitely underexplored. There’s no arc to compare to, say, Quinn’s development in S1. 

But for a half-length season that’s also wrapping up past characters, it does about as well as it reasonably could. 

It really feels like this was the show that they meant to make, though. You can feel the extra effort that goes into it - plus the music that was selected sticks out. A Burt Bacharach episode, a Carole King/Alanis Morisette episode, these are definitely from the era and genres that the writers showed a preference for earlier on. We get another Queen song, we get Styx as the finale - bands that have both appeared before. This is a victory lap. There are certainly more modern songs included, but it’s reminiscent of, again, Season 1 thriving on the back of Journey and showtunes and Queen, before a younger audience made them insert more contemporary music. It feels as though the songs they’re including are the songs that the writers like, rather than leaning on chart-toppers - the Bacharach theme episode is one of the lowest watched episodes in the show’s run, which is kind of shocking given how easily artist-focus episodes could get a bump in viewership. For some reason though, fans of a songwriter whose heyday was in the 1950s/60s don’t cross over massively with Glee. 

And yet they went for it. Why? Because they wanted to, they liked the songs (Bacharach tends to be basically showtune-adjacent, you’ll find a wealth of musical singers who’ll do his songs for albums and concerts), as we can tell by S1 using his ‘I Say A Little Prayer.’ This is what the show would have been if there was no care about what the audience wanted. 

For me, the biggest flaw with Glee was the fact that they had no bloody idea what they wanted the show to be, or who the target audience even was. It goes from edgy teenage comedy, to teachable-moment kids’ show, to shockingly nuanced adult drama. 

Hence the title of this ramble - this is what Glee feels like it was meant to be, regardless of personal taste. How much a show should listen to its audience is a heck of a complex question, way too much to go into this far into an already too-long ramble, but it’s still interesting to see. When they aren’t trying to balance intent and audience, you get a fascinating lens through which to look at the show. 

There is effort here, which raises the question - if this is the show that they wanted to make, as it seems to be with how effective it is as a redo of the original season and original intent of the show and thereby the interests of the writers, what does that say of past seasons? Where are the compromises, where are the decisions made to feed into what the fandom wanted? And are the departures from this vision strengths or weaknesses?

I feel like everyone’s going to have a different answer to that question, and I do wonder if that’s why Glee fandom often seems so divided. Functionally, there are two shows going on here - it just depends which you were tuning in to see. 

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

💿 + Joy

...also the only songs planned for her so far 😅

Emails I Can't Send, Sabrina Carpenter

Complicated, Avril Lavigne

Bad Reputation, Joan Jett

You Oughta Know, Alanis Morissette

So What, P!nk

Send me 💿 + an oc and I’ll give you five of their favourite songs

[ocmerunaway]

ship: Joy Schuester?

Name: Joanna Day Plot: Joanna is shy, to the point of almost being mute. When she performs on the stage, her true personality shines. She comes alive and sounds confident.... but when Sue starts to fracture her self esteem and Will forces her into joining Glee Club, she falls silent, until she meets Joy again. Joy who seems to shine with happiness when she performs for both the drama club and as a Cheerio, Joy who, for whatever reason, takes to her... but will Joanna ever find her words?

[manyfandomocs]

➰ + Steve?

Yes yes here’s another big list (help I am already shipping some of these)

Abbie Hudson

Dolly and Barbie Corcoran

Betty Fabray (and the band)

Sav/Val/Bobby

Charlie Sylvester

Delilah Puckerman

Demi July

Gilbert Hummel

Hadley Roth <3

Hillary Holliday

Jeremy St. James

Joy Schuester

June Harris

Kendall Pierce

Marilyn Pillsbury

Natalie Astor

Roxie Flores

Sadie Berry

Tegan Wright <3

Zoe Giardi

Send me ➰ + one of my ocs and I’ll tell you which of your ocs I think they’d get along with

[oc-challenges]

No offence but to have this kind of challenge sucks. I was looking forward to this challenge but it seems more about general religion than OCs or fandom. If it had been a short challenge, yeah, but the whole month? It just feels limiting. Can you not do a general winter theme challenge that doesn't isolate people? I'm an atheist so this challenge just makes me feel like I'm being marginalised even if that's not the intent. Literally my heart sank reading the challenges.

Firstly, I would like to thank you for attempts to remain civil about this and not just scream at me. Here are my responses to each point, please continue to be respectful.

A. This is not a winter challenge, it’s a winter holidays challenge hence why it’s in December when most well known winter holidays seems to take place.

B. You don’t have to be religious to have religious ocs celebrating religious holidays, after all ocs are like little people we create in our brains with their own personal beliefs and qualities.

C. There are about a thousand general winter challenges to find, perhaps not particularly about ocs but to things closely related: writing, drawing, fandom, editing, etc.

D. While Christmas certainly started as a religious holiday, it has pretty much lost all religious meaning in current years. People of all places and ideas celebrate it, it’s much more of a commercial holiday now.

E. I am also an atheist, and I am perfectly fine with all these challenges because they are not about me. They are about everybody. And marginalized is most certainly not the right term for this situation, it’s giving Will Schuester saying “You’re all minorities, you’re in the glee club.”

F. I’m sorry this challenge didn’t fill you with joy, but we can’t please everyone and it’s perfectly okay to pick and choose what you’d like to do and how you interpret each thing.

[sebastiansmytheapologist]

the joy of one william michael schuester completely depletes my own.