AU: in which Nerd Santana has a makeover
He suspects this whole thing is just going to be one of those weird early morning moments that burst like a soap bubble under the light of day, but for the moment it is enough.
“You’re late,” Kurt says coolly, brushing past Sebastian and closing the door behind him. There’s no way he’s inviting Sebastian into his house, they can talk in the car.
“Well you know, people to do, things to see,” Sebastian drawls, falling into step beside Kurt as he walks toward the street.
“You’re disgusting,” Kurt spits, “And next time I’m not sitting around and waiting. If you want this to work then you show up on time, otherwise don’t expect me to be here.”
An Open Letter to the Glee Writers
I started watching Glee right from the beginning. As a fan of musical theatre, the pilot instantly hooked me. A group of outcasts coming together and accepting each other through a mutual love of performing. It was something that I had never seen on television before. While the prospect of singing and dancing is what initially hooked me, Glee’s heart is what kept me. Watching Kurt struggle with being bullied at school and coming to terms with his sexuality. Watching Rachel Berry strive for stardom, no matter the cost. Watching Will care so much about this rag tag group of misfits. The feeling I got when I watched these kids do Don’t Stop Believin. Or when they sang To Sir, With Love.
But it wasn’t until the episode Sexy, that I was able to completely 100% identify with something I saw on Glee.
