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the time reads weekend fun o'clock

Same as any other one - but there's always a twist, right! - this time we are using the music of Glee as inspiration! That's almost 200 songs! You don't have to know Glee, or even like it, we're just using their catalog. Check it out: List of Glee Season 1 Songs, List of Glee Season 2 Songs
Any fandom. Any pairing. Any genre. Any rating. Crossovers. RPF. Have at it!
It goes a little something like this:
Prompts
Reply with a character/pairing and a prompt, using the title of a song from Glee (e.g. Star Trek, Jim/Joanna, "Don't Stand So Close To Me"/"Young Girl" or TBBT, Sheldon/Penny, "The Lady Is A Tramp" - feel free to include specific lyrics) and hopefully a kind soul will write you a fic.
Length
Drabbles, comment!fic, whatever you like. If you want to write something longer, please do. Just link back to your journal.
Authors
Respond to a prompt or write something of your own and post it in the comments.
Readers
Say nice things about the fics that have been written.
Everyone is welcome, so don't be shy to prompt and/or write something. Most importantly: HAVE FUN!
Let the fun begin...
how long i have waited
These are the things he lies awake at night thinking of. Of Bonnie. Her power, the secret of her weakness, the vampires she doesn't trust. He twists the ring around his finger, feels the weight of it, the - burden isn't the right word - responsibility of who he is. Feels the fear again of seeing her collapse.
She trusts him with her secret. He holds onto that. And waits.
Not that he sits around doing nothing as he waits.
He figure he's wooing her, actually. Getting her used to his company, to the idea of him as more than ancillary. And because he holds her secret, he becomes necessary to her. He tries to not be a total dick and take advantage, but it's difficult to spend so much time with Bonnie and not want more out of that time.
And then it happens. She's sitting cross-legged on his bed, and they're just talking. There's no spell, no immediate danger. They're hanging out, as friends.
She's thinking of him as Jeremy, not the little brother. He hears it in her honesty. Sees it in the curve of her lips, the relaxed slope of her shoulders.
Before he can talk himself out of it, he reaches for her. Cups the back of her neck with his right hand, tangles fingers into her hair, claims her mouth.
The whole world pauses, waiting for the verdict.
She reaches out - to hold him, pull him closer, not push him away - her lips open to him. It's sweet and hungry and so natural, it takes him by surprise when he finally pulls out of the kiss and they stay close, eyes open.
"Jer -"
"Shh. It's okay."
"I know. I know I'm okay with you."
"Good."
She smiles - the rare, genuine thing - and kisses him again. Together, they aren't alone.
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