i love the warblers too much

Countin’ One, Two, Three [a Barry Allen/Sebastian Smythe Smut]

a/n: yay poly…. I was listening to ‘3’ from glee…..

WARNING: Smut (threesome)

“I’ve never been with a guy and girl before. At least, not at the same time.” Sebastian smirks, blazer dropping to the floor as he stalks towards the two of you. He grabs Barry by the neck, lips locking to lips hungrily. The speedster gasps, hesitantly wrapping his hands around Sebastian, copying his position. You moan quietly, biting your lip as the Warbler tilts his head, allowing for better access.

Ever so slowly, you dip your hand in your dark washed skinny jeans, popping the three buttons at once. Sebastian pulls back, teeth still tugging on Barry’s lower lip. He winks, watching his doppelgänger’s eyes darken a shade. “Get over here.” he motions to you. You obey, hand gathering his striped tie and yanking him down to your height.

With a swipe of his tongue, your knees go weak, free hand finding his perfectly styled hair, tugging on it. Gasping, Sebastian’s hand flies behind him, cupping Barry’s balls. “Ohmygod, this is so hot…” the speedster huffs, dick hardening in his black jeans, precum soaking his boxers. Sebastian hums, swollen lips detaching from yours.

Barry’s hand hooks in Seb’s tie as yours rip his white button down. Sebastian smirks, feeling both sets of hands on his chest. “Your turn, hotties.” he muses, pulling your coffee colored sweater off your body before spinning, doing the same to Barry’s blue t-shirt. You press up against his back, hands traveling to his gray dress slacks. “Mmm… One, two, three, not only you and me… Got 180 degrees…and I’m caught in between…” he sings, finger splaying across Barry’s pecs.

“Nrg… Bas….” Barry squirms out of his jeans and boxers, watching Sebastian turn again, dick poking his ass. The Warbler gasps, pulling you into him, feeling the tip of Barry. Your lips find his and you lead them towards the bed, laying down, breasts face up. Sebastian braces himself, ass stretching, forearms propping himself up, fingers tangling in your hair. “Can you…ugh… babe, touch him.” the speedster pleads, forest green eyes watching you intensely, kneeling behind the other boy.

Grinning, you rake your nails down his pale back, leaving faint red streaks, making both of them moan. Sebastian carefully lines himself up with your pussy before pushing his dick in. Your breath hitches, head falling back against the pillow. “Sebastian…” you groan, grinding your hips with his while he moves.

Heaving a breath, Sebastian hisses, feeling a dick inside him. “Fuck, yes! Give it to me….” he shouts, sucking his lip in between his teeth. Barry whines, hands creeping up the other boy’s chest, outlining the muscles. They rock at the same time, hitting your g-spot perfectly. Whimpering, you tug Sebastian’s light brown hair and he wheezes. “Oh, Y/N!” he pants, gropping your boobs.

Barry eyes your reaction; mouth open, fists full of Sebastian’s hair. Oh my god, this threesome is so hot. The speedster picks up his pace, dick twitching inside his doppelgänger. “I’m…fuck, Bas, Y/N/N… I can’t…” he moans into the Warbler’s shoulder, unable to keep his cum in. Sebastian gasps, mouth wide open, movements not stopping.

You groan, peering up at the two boys, knot forming more and more as Sebastian rocks back and forth. You feel his thrusts become uneven and clutch his neck. “Come on, Seb, cum for us.” you encourage, kissing him passionately.

In less than a second, the both of you cum. Barry pants, arms still wrapped around Sebastian; hands tracing his chest. The Warbler sighs, head resting on your shoulder, dick still inside of you. “Fuck,  I love you guys.” he admits, laughing breathlessly.

“We love you, too, Bas.” Barry hums, pecking the other boy’s shoulder.

“Very much.” you pipe in, kissing his forehead.

On behalf of all the Warblers I would like to say that we will not let the blazers go for the sake of the New Directions. These jackets are all we have left of a place that was our home, they represent tradition and excellence. Despite the common belief, they are not just a piece of clothing, they are a tribute. 

Imagine Sebastian walking into the cafeteria during your lunch hour and singing “Want You Back” as his way of asking you to Prom.

You sat with your friends at your lunch table, eating poorly made Mac n’ Cheese and drinking a smuggled milkshake from McDonald’s. “Whoever made this food needs to serve time in jail. They made no justice to the Mac n’ Cheese.” You grumbled.

“Agreed.” Said Santana, pushing away her tray with disgust.

You grabbed her tray and ate her food, her giving you the raised eyebrow.

“What?” You said through a mouth full of cheesy pasta, “they might not be great, but it’s still Mac n’ Cheese.”

Just then Tina ran in with wide eyes. “Guys you won’t believe who I just saw!” She stood at the end of the table while looking at everyone in turn.

“What?” Rachel asked now with big eyes too.

“The Warblers and Sebastian was leading them!” Tina exclaims.

You choke on my Mac n’ Cheese and Kurt pats your back rapidly.

Blaine, your brother, has a small smirk on his face and a knowing look too.

Out of all your friends, only your brother, Finn, and Puck, know about your crush on the lead Warbler. Sebastian. So it’s no surprise to them that your face is almost as red at the apple on your tray.

The shrill sounds of the lunch room begin to cease as the familiar intro of the Jackson 5′s popular song, “Want You Back”, being sung by the Warblers, gets nearer to the lunch room. You slowly turn around in your chair and come eye to eye with no other than Sebastian Smythe as he begins to sing the first verse.
Sebastian (The Warblers):
Let me tell yah now
When I had you to myself,
I didn’t want you around
Those pretty faces always make you
Stand out in a crowd
Someone picked you from the bunch,
One glance is all it took
And now it’s much too late for me
To take a second look

Sebastian dances over while the Warblers do their routine behind him and he takes your hand gingerly and helps you up as he continues to sing with a smile plastered onto his face.

Oh baby,
Give me one more chance (To show you that I love you)
Won’t you please let me (Back in your heart)
Oh darlin’ I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby)
But now since I’ve seen you in his arms (I want you back)

Sebastian twirls you around before bringing you into his chest, making you unable to breath and red faced.

Oh I do now (I want you back)
Ooh ooh baby (I want you back)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (I want you back)
Na na na na

Trying to live without your love
Is one long sleepless night
Let me show you, girl
That I know wrong from right
Every street you walk on,
I leave tear stains on the ground
Followin’ the girl I didn’t even want around

Sebastian looks down at you and you laugh while dancing along with the Warblers out of fun.

Oh baby,
All I need is one more chance (To show you that I love you)
Won’t you please let me (Back in your heart)
Oh darlin’, I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby)
But now since I’ve seen you in his arms

Sebastian puts one hand on his chest, above his heart, and points with one finger at you, making you a smiling mess.

All I want…
All I need…
All I want!
All I need!

Is one more chance (To show you that I love you)
Baby (baby) baby (baby) baby (baby!)
(I want you back)
Yeah oh baby,
I was blind to let you go (Let you go, baby)
But now since I’ve seen you in his arms (I want you back)
Yeah oh baby,
I need one more chance, hah
(To show you that I love you)
Oh, baby!
Oh! Oh, oh! (I want you back!)

Dancing along, you laugh and catch your friends’ looks. Some look surprised, shocked, and/or glad.

Oh I do now (I want you back)
Ooh ooh baby (I want you back)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (I want you back)
Na na na na (I want you back)

The Warblers finish the song and Sebastian steps forward, with both hands behind his back.

“So, what do you say? Will you please forgive me for what I did and go to Prom with me, Y/N? I want you back…?” Sebastian’s face is the color of what yours is probably right now. Red and smiley. He sticks out his hands in front of him, holding a bouquet of beautiful orange and white Lilies. Your favorite. 

You laugh and clap your hands before taking the Lilies and engulfing Sebastian into a big hug, wrapping your arms around his waist (height difference is your head is barely above his chest) and shoving your face into his chest. “Of course my little Warbler.”

All around you are the sounds of the student body clapping, cheering and whistling as Sebastian kisses your forehead and grabbing one of your hands and facing your friends and brother, who are looking at you with crossed arms and pursed lips.

“I hope you don’t mind me taking your little sister out?” Sebastian looks at Blaine sheepishly.

Blaine snorts and stays silent before slowly turning to Finn and Puck. “I told you guys he would ask her out in song!” He shouts happily before jumping and patting Sebastian’s back.

You chuckle, not knowing what’s going on and look at the others who look lost as well.

Finn laughs and Puck rolls his eyes. “Fine. Just have her back before 11 in one piece.”

Sebastian nods eagerly, giving your hand a small squeeze. 

“What the heck is going on?” Kurt asks. 

“It looks like our little Y/N has been hanging out with Smythe behind our backs.” Santana says with a small smirk of approval, which soon turns into a scowl. 

“Try anything Mite, anything, and I will go all Lima Heights on your ass so fast that you’ll never see it coming.” Santana says before returning to her happy/bitchy self. “But if our Y/N is happy, then I’m happy.” 

The others congratulate you and give you small hugs before you give Sebastian your full attention. 

“I guess I’ll pick you up after school for our date.” Sebastian says and gives you a small kiss on the cheek before giving you a hug and walking out with the Warblers behind him, leaving you a blushing mess. 

Fic: Serendipity

Vampire Kurt goes to spy on the New Directions’ werewolf competition for Sectionals. He doesn’t plan on going in, but some instincts have to be followed.

~1400 words, PG, all fluff.

“Kurt, don’t do this!”

“I’m not letting Puck win this one, Rachel,” Kurt said, yanking his arm out of his best friend’s grip. “If going to Dalton is what it takes to get him to shut up for once, then I’ll do it.”

“You’ll get killed! Or worse, they’ll force you to tell them our setlist!” Rachel replied, gesticulating wildly. “We can’t let a bunch of animals know our plan for Sectionals, Kurt!”

“Glad your priorities are in order,” Kurt said with a roll of his eyes. “But I’ll be fine, Rach, I promise. I won’t even go in the building - just skulk around the outside until I can hear where they’re practicing. Worse comes to worst, I spend a little too much time in the daylight and get a headache.”

“You swear you won’t go in?” Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest. “Much as we would appreciate some intel, I also don’t feel like getting into a turf war as well as a show choir competition with those werewolves. We don’t want to spread ourselves too thin.”

“Scout’s honor,” Kurt said, holding up a hand. “I’ll go there, spy on the Warblers without ever actually meeting them, and leave. We’ll have some real intel on them, and Puck will have to stop giving me crap in Glee. It’s an all-around win.”

“Fine. But be careful!”

“Aren’t I always?” Kurt asked playfully, shooting a full-fanged grin at Rachel before running off toward Westerville. Vampire speed was so much more efficient than his car.

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Friendly Competition [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: snow day aka seduce seb day (or i had an idea) /requests closed right now/

WARNING: Seduction…?

Mr. Shue’s idea is so…ugh. The glee club invited the Warblers to do some performances with each other. Some kind of ‘attempt to reach good terms’. You stand on stage next to Britney, arms crossed over your tight black crop top, glaring at Sebastian. “Okay, Y/N, you can present first. Is there anything you need before I leave to talk to Miss P?” Mr. Shue asks, hands on the edge of the stage.

“Why, yes, Mr. Shue, I need Sebastian…” you pat the plastic chair, “Right here.” you grin, legs moving in your leather shorts. Nodding, Mr. Shue points to the stage; the Warbler sneers, hopping on stage and plopping in the seat, crossing his arms. Shue exits and you peer at Britney and Santana, who are also in black.

The music starts; Santana begins. “What it do babyboo?” she nods at her girlfriend, rapping, “Yeah, little mama you lookin’ good, I see you wanna play with a player from the hood. Come holla at me, you got it like that, Big Snoop Dogg, with the lead Pussycat. I show you how it go down, yeah, I wanna go down. Me and you, one on one, treat you like a shorty; You look at me and I look at you, I’m reachin’ for your shirt what you want me to do?” she freestyles.

You strut towards Sebastian, singing the chorus, “I’m telling you loosen up my buttons baby (Uh huh), but you keep fronting (Uh),” you squat in front of him, rubbing your hands through your hair as Brit and Rachel sing backup. “saying what you goin’ do to me (Uh huh), but I ain’t seen nothing (Uh).”

Standing up, you stalk around him, licking your bottom lip. He shifts uncomfortably, mossy green eyes following your every move, dress slacks becoming tight. “Typical, hardly the type I fall for. I like when the physical.” you pull his striped tie, causing his arms to fall at his sides. “Don’t leave me asking for more. I’m a sexy mama (Mama).” you smirk, watching his pouty mouth open wide, “Who knows just how to get what I wanna (Wanna). What I want to do is spring this on ya (On ya). Back up all of the things that I told ya (Told ya, told ya, told ya)…”

Sebastian swallows harshly, feeling your fingers run up his white button down. His dick is throbbing at the sight of your breasts in his face. Oh god…. “You been sayin’ all the right things all night long, but I can’t seem to get you over here to help take this off. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” Roughly, you push his navy blue blazer off his shoulders, making him gasp. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow. I don’t think you know…” you sing, letting the other girls sing the chorus again.

As his blazer falls to the floor, you back away, unzipping your black hoodie, exposing your crop top fully. “You say you’re a big boy, but I can’t agree. ‘Cause the love you said you had, ain’t been put on me.” you smirk, sashaying up to the snarky Warbler. “I wonder (Wonder), if I’m just too much for you. Wonder (Wonder), if my kiss don’t make you just…Wonder (Wonder) what I got next for you. What you want to do? (Do)” you ask, batting your eyelashes, hands running up his thighs.

Sebastian squirms, scoffing, eyebrows furrowing as if silently asking ‘are you kidding?’. You smirk, showing off your breasts, “Take a chance to recognize that this could be yours.” you point to yourself; his eyes darken. “I can see, just like most guys, that your game don’t please. Baby, can’t you see? (See) How these clothes are fittin’ on me? (Me)” you toss your hoodie of the stage. Kurt catches it, laughing. Sebastian breathes heavily when you yank him by his tie. “And the heat coming from this beat (Beat). I’m about to blow, I don’t think you know…” you throw your head back, going into the chorus again as the other girls dance.

Puckering your lips, you get ready to rap, moving to the back of the chair. The Warbler groans, feeling you mess up his hair. “Now you can get what you want, but I need what I need, And let me tell you what’s crackalackin’ before I proceed.” you grab his chin, forcing his head to the side; his jaw tenses. “Ima show you where to put it at. PCD told me, yeah, I thought I saw a Pussycat.” you smirk, seeing him glare at you. “Now roll with the big dog, all six of y'all on me, now tell me how it feel babydoll. Ashley, Nicole, Carmit, Jessica, Kimberly, Melody, you feelin’ me?” you muse, letting of his jaw.

“Ha, ha…hot!” Britney smirks, fanning herself and pausing.

Santana laughs, leaning on her girlfriend, “Ha, ha…loosen up!”

“Ha, ha…yeah…” Rachel and Quinn say together.

You step toward the front of him, face to face, “Ha, ha…I can’t take this…” you mumble, stomping to the beat as the chorus returns.

Suddenly, he stands up, knocking the chair back with his foot. The music stops and the two of you stare at each other, making the New Directions and Warblers uncomfortable. “Let’s talk about sex, baby. Let’s talk about you and me.” Sebastian smirks, gesturing to you and him, “Let’s talk about all the good things, and the bad things that may be.” The rest of the Warblers join him from below the stage as he corners you to the wall. “Let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about sex, let’s talk about se-”

“Throw your clothes!” you cut him off, grabbing his arms and placing them around your waist. “On the floor!” He harmonizes, shaking his head slightly. “I’m gonna take my clothes off too; I made plans to be with you.” you sing together, hitting the note perfectly. Your eyelids screw shut, “Girl whatever you ask me, you know, I could do!”

Sebastian picks you up, ignoring the other people in the room; hands under your thighs. “I’ll make love to you, like you want me to. And I’ll hold you tight, baby all through the night. I’ll make love to you, when you want me to. And I will not let go 'till you tell me to…” he sings, eyes darting to your lips.

“Touch my body, put me on the floor… Wrestle me around, play with me some more. Touch my body, throw me on the bed…” you hum, hands flying to his hair, “I just wanna make you feel like you never did. Touch my body, let me wrap my thighs all around your waist. Just a little taste. Touch my body, know you love my curves-”

Sebastian presses his lips to yours, surprising everyone. (Kurt screams in horror and Blaine covers his mouth.) You groan, tugging on his chestnut hair. The door squeaks open and  you jump down, looking at Mr. Shue entering. “Guys! You do your song yet?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes they did.” Sebastian smirks, gazing at you, “It was…electric.” he winks, picking up his blazer from the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I gotta go. Can’t stand this public school smell…” he sneers, peering at you quickly before heading off stage.

Huffing, your shoulders slump. Britney touches your upper arm as the Warblers pile through the double doors. “It’s okay, Y/N, maybe you can have sex with the mean molerat another day.” she says hopefully.

Your eyes go wide, “Britney, shh!”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you still take prompts? I'd love if you would do this one: "I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately." + (Pre-)Klaine. Maybe they're babysitting someone's kid or something? Also, I love your drabbles, they always bring a huge smile to my face :D

I’m glad you like my stories nonnie ^^ Thank you so much for reading !

Blaine has …

No words.

All he can do is blink, as his brain reboots itself.

“I’m … sorry.”

Blaine nods, because of course Kurt is apologetic, and it’s very heartfelt, and of course Blaine accepts his apologies, it’s just …

A lot to take in.


Blaine keeps on nodding.

“Blaine, look at me.”

“Hm-hm.” Blink. Blink.

One more just because.

“Blaine, I’m going to slap you but it’s for your own good.”

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Fic: Song of Hope (Kurt/Blaine)

Kurt/Blaine honeymoon | ~900 words | PG-13/Teen & Up

Summary: On their honeymoon, Blaine tells Kurt he applied to NYU. Happy reaction fic to Glee 6x11 “We Built This Glee Club.”
Notes: Thanks to marauder-in-warblerland for the beta! In the United States, there’s often a lag time of a few months between when a person applies to a school and when they find out whether they got in. This story takes place during that lag time. Title from Styx’s “Come Sail Away.”

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Song of Hope

Kurt and Blaine’s honeymoon is in Provincetown, but it feels so different from their daily lives that it might as well be on another planet. There’s nowhere they have to be, no song lists to plan, no jobs to go to, no classes to prepare for, no phone calls or texts to respond to. If they wanted, they could spend the whole day just gazing at each other and whispering I love you, with short breaks for meals and naps. It’s strange and beautiful to be like this, with no rush or hurry.

It gives them space to talk about the things that used to frighten them, and sometimes still do: their careers, children, where to live in the long-term – as well as a few things that are much more imminent.

“I want to go back to school,” Blaine says while they’re out on the beach at low tide, trying to skip stones across the water. They’re both terrible at it, but it doesn’t matter. The fun is in the trying.

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We Shouldn't Even Think About Tomorrow

Kurt and Blaine find a quiet moment to discuss their whirlwind of a day. Set post episode 608 with no spoilers beyond. Word Count: ~1300

For the first time in what had proved to be a crazy, wonderful day, Kurt and Blaine were still and quiet. The air was thick between them, hot and sweaty, and Kurt stretched his limbs out, trying to establish if he had enough energy to open the window.

He curled back into Blaine’s side. The window could wait.

The trip back to their hotel had felt interminable, and Kurt was so thankful he’d insisted they book a room. He knew it would be a late night at the wedding, and neither of them would want to drive back to Lima or to Blaine’s apartment.

He hadn’t quite anticipated how desperate they’d be to reach a bed, but the emotions of the day had been rushing through them, and they were lucky they made it into the privacy of a room before tearing each other’s clothes off. Kurt had almost persuaded Blaine to pull the car down a deserted track, but a gentle reminder that this would be their first time together as husbands made him change his mind.

Blaine shifted on the bed, his hand tracing lightly through Kurt’s hair.

“Are you okay? You’re very quiet.”

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Fic: Put Asunder

Satan: what if Shooting Star happened but in season 6?

Me: …fuck, I’ve gotta write that.

Angstier than my usual fare, obviously, but not really angsty in a more objective sense, imo. And there’s a happy ending, of course, I’m not a complete monster. ~2100 words, PG-13.

“Hey, Kurt, hold up!”

“I’ll be right back,” Kurt told Blaine softly, squeezing his husband’s hand once before turning to face Kitty, who was lingering near center stage. “What’s up?”

“Mason and Roderick wanted another demonstration of breathing technique again,” she said, tilting her head to acknowledge the boys flanking her. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt me to make sure I got it all right, too.”

“Not a problem,” Kurt said, wandering back over to his students as the rest of the auditorium cleared out. “Everyone standing with their feet planted?”

They nodded, and Kurt started the familiar lecture, pleased that they were taking the upcoming competition seriously even if none of them were planning on going pro, as far as he knew.

I should probably ask everyone what they’re thinking about for college, shouldn’t I? he mused as he instructed. If anyone wants to go to New York, Blaine and I could let them borrow our couch for a day or two.

Kurt was making Mason practice inhaling from his belly when they heard the first disturbance.

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Fic: Everybody Talks

Title: Everybody Talks

Rating: PG

Summary: Blaine talks to Tina, Kurt talks to Mercedes, and Kurt and Blaine talk. Friendship, talking about sex, relationships, and getting there. Tested reaction fic.

Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine & Tina friendship, Kurt & Mercedes friendship, references to Sam/Mercedes.

Wordcount: ~3400

Notes: So I was determined to finish this because it’s black-john-lennon birthday, than I made her beta. Thanks for that! Happy birthday!

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Blaine was on his weekly video chat with Tina. They’d text through the week, and sometime Sam or Artie would decide they needed a Skype group call, but this was their time for just them.

Tina was just telling him about her latest class, “The Feminist Movement Through Movement”. When she’d said she planned to focus on Theatre and Women’s studies he hadn’t realised she meant both at the same time.

After her story, she looked at him, sighed, and said “Okay, Blainey Days, you need to tell me what the mopey act’s about.”

Blaine blinked. He hadn’t even realised he was doing it, god, why did anyone put up with him? He was about to smile his way through it and deny anything was wrong when Tina just raised her eyebrow and he knew she wasn’t going to let him off the hook.

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6.05 Episode Reaction: Hot Chocolate and Fettuccine, with a cup of dark meta on the side

I loved that this was Darren’s insta-tweet right after the episode aired because I think all reactions in the klaine fandom to this episode boil down to Darren’s question and what your own particular answer is - How much do you like it when Glee metas? How much do you like it when Glee holds up a mirror - albeit a distorted and extreme one? And also….KLAINE.

I’ve already done a lot of talking about this stuff so I’ll say a few other things here and not repeat (too much )…

So Six Things for the Fifth Episode of the Sixth Season:

1. Regardless of what your own reaction to Sue is in this episode, this is some of the best most connected klaine I have seen in years. 

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while there are klaine highlights from the 5.01 script everywhere…

1. literally the funniest progression of identifying factors i have ever seen in a description for a location

2. guess what wasn’t scripted but happened anywaaaay thanks darren & grant

Ok, let me tell you why I love this gif. besides the fact that it’s two of my favorite Warblers. It’s the difference between the same dance move that Seb and Jeff do.

Grant or Seb is just all like “Look at me. I’m smooth as fuck. I’ll make your ovaries explode.” And then Riker or Jeff is over there going, “BAM! Yeah, intense!” they both hit their shoulders at different times, but go down their arms at the same time. I love these boys too much for my own good.

6.11 Episode Reaction: The Rise and Rise and Rise and Rise and Rise of Sue Sylvester

Will she ever fall? 

I mean.

I love Glee. But I have never been one who thinks it is a tightly written, character driven, well plotted writing show. I’m (pleasantly) surprised when I get process and fully completed story arcs. I think I’m in the ‘often clever but definitely chaos’ camp - with various hits and misses mixed in with a brilliant cast and parody+music+emotional realism that makes me feel lots of fabulous things far more often than it fails. But sometimes Glee’s last minute or not sure what to do with itself chaos does fail (at least for me)…

I am a lover of Glee. I follow only people who love Glee and are intent on having fun and enjoying themselves. There is not a single person or post I have seen that loved the episode. There are a couple (I mean literally, two) folks who are specifically choosing to find the things in the ep they liked despite its flaws (recognized), but literally everyone else on my dash are having some negative thoughts about this episode - some with rage, some with laughter, some with sighs.

And it almost amuses me that in an episode about learning about not repeating mistakes, Glee repeats its mistakes. Pretty epically…

Six things for the episode affectionately numbered 666:

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first reaction post, 6x01/6x02!!!

1. BLAINE IS GOING TO THERAPY.  I.  Just.  There has been screaming, and crying, and jumping about, and inability to really focus for long on anything else for hours.  And who knows how much longer to come.  I have wanted this for him so badly for so long, to get help - for years, literally - I never thought he actually would, I hoped sometimes but I never thought they’d actually ~go there~ on screen and.  Somebody hold me?  (Well, we already did that, lol, but still.)  (I am so freaking glad I watched these episodes the way I did - wonderful life choice.)  ~Hold me close, I’m falling to the ground.~

(if you do not think this is something that has been needed for ages, that’s fine, be wrong if you want, but don’t talk to me about it please >_>.)

2. KURT IS GOING TO THERAPY TOO.  I?  Or at least he was - he did - if it was in New York like it sounded like I’d probably think, then maybe not still in Lima.  But anyway?  God, all the ‘let someone in’ meta that I never quite managed to write - thinking that he never quite managed to let Blaine back inside his walls, and it’s fine to have walls, you don’t need to let them down, but if you want to have relationships you ultimately do need to let people in….

I’m not sure what I think about the gender-essentialist bit of advice that he quotes - well, that’s a lie, I think the gender-essentialist bit is obviously bullshit :p - but does the fighting for a connection thing apply to Kurt, especially at that 'fighting all the time’ end stage of their relationship?  Well, maybe, hm.  But most of all!  How he said 'Blaine’s not like that’ and I… yes.  Kurt.  Other people aren’t you.  Wow.  But it is so damn hard to learn - peoples’ minds work differently, what is this craziness - and such an important breakthrough for him, I feel?  God, what is this feeling of hope.

Of course there’s a ton of not-fixed on all sides too and… but that’s what therapy looks like, even if it’s working, it’s tools and insights to apply and a process, (even if one that we don’t see much of), not a magic fix.

3. New newbies!  I am really really really quite fond of both Jane and Roderick.  Mason and Madison the creepy incest twins are… an interesting note, potentially, I’m not invested or all that intrigued but I did like the uniqueness.  And Spencer the asshole football player I am so not particularly here for, even if I do appreciate the meta convo about Glee’s social function and shoulders and what does that mean etc.  But Glee’s done the ~mean popular kid~ infiltrating story so many times and I’m just not really invested in assholes becoming slightly less of assholes because music and secret pain?  Whatever.

I find it really interesting just how easily Glee was able to get me to care about Jane and Roderick in a single (or, well, maybe double - I didn’t keep good track of what was where) ep, when it struggled so much with the original newbies.  But Jane not really wanting after all to be where she’s not wanted - despite Blaine’s efforts to get her in - gah they’re both so sympathetic there and I love it so much - and she was so incredibly dynamic in her audition, too, made the new Warblers feel alive for once.  And Roderick’s headphones!  Still don’t know if they’re noise-cancelling I guess ;).  But the way that both of them have these stories that echo, wanting friends but also the difficulties with that, holding onto themselves and the things that define them, their chosen lines and symbols, but struggling with loneliness too.  Yes, here for it.

4. Rachel.  She’s still… after everything, she floundered so badly, and then she went back to her first dream to hold on to.  Not New Directions, now, even if she’s there for a while; her Broadway dream.  That really works for me… and what I want, of course, is for her to learn to locate her own value and worth outside of it?  But, maybe.  I feel like… I want to say something here about advice, maybe, her seeking out and more importantly reaction to Will’s advice here.  I don’t know.

Oh - and her TV show failed for reasons nothing to do with her.

5. Overall, that was just such a great episode?  Or, well, two episodes.  How much do I just think that because some of the things they gave me, I don’t know… but they felt so packed, it was amazing.  So very little in there that felt like 'I don’t care’ or 'we’ve done this before.'  Just so much STUFF.  Great meta-level stuff too, of course, songs to break down that aren’t all obvious to me at first glance, just so so many details to unpack and build up into castles of cards again….

One last thing.

Narratively?  Maybe promises are meant to be broken.  Not in real life, but that’s an opportunity that every promise creates.