December62011

dealanexmachina:

Vanessa on American Dreams. 

See she has had some experience as a backup singer. :) 

July102011
July72011

theawkwardninja:

simgm:

Glee Cast Discovers Glee Spoofs - Minisode 4

<3

‘Please tell me it’s not another Heya or Brittana fanfic.’

‘Yeah, the last ones were pretty graphic.’

(Source: simgm, via letscall-l)

July32011

“I’m here with Cheerio Quinn Fabray,” Jacob said, shakily holding the camera in one hand and a recorder in the other. The camera shook, finally landing on Quinn.
“That’s head Cheerio, Jewfro.” The blonde snapped, rolling her eyes.
“And we’re here to clear up the rumors about certain sexual relations Miss Fabray had with one certain brunette.” Quinn’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at the field.
“I’m going to kill Santana,” She muttered under her breath, “she swore she wouldn’t tell anyone,”
“S-santana? Actually, I was referring to Rachel Berry-“
“No comment. This interview is over.” Quinn said, pushing the camera out of her face. She stormed off, and Jacob could have sworn he heard her mutter, “one threesome and suddenly everybody knows your business.”

“I’m here with Cheerio Quinn Fabray,” Jacob said, shakily holding the camera in one hand and a recorder in the other. The camera shook, finally landing on Quinn.

“That’s head Cheerio, Jewfro.” The blonde snapped, rolling her eyes.

“And we’re here to clear up the rumors about certain sexual relations Miss Fabray had with one certain brunette.” Quinn’s eyes widened slightly and she looked at the field.

“I’m going to kill Santana,” She muttered under her breath, “she swore she wouldn’t tell anyone,”

“S-santana? Actually, I was referring to Rachel Berry-“

“No comment. This interview is over.” Quinn said, pushing the camera out of her face. She stormed off, and Jacob could have sworn he heard her mutter, “one threesome and suddenly everybody knows your business.”

(Source: ellerichmondarchives, via letscall-l)

June12011

I need to get out of here! That machete’s not going to buy itself and magically find its way into my hands. But these idiots - ugh - they want to stay cooped up in here, for God knows how long, to write damn songs about - what else? - some weird puppy love and being loser kids, most probably. Who even goes to Nationals without having anything prepared? Well, apparently, my lousy excuse of a glee club does. I need to think of something. And fast! …Rachel looks cute today, though. I bet she’s just itching to go out there and sightsee. I wonder if she’ll say yes if I ask her out on a date… maybe I can hide it under the pretense of getting song-writing inspiration? Like… a work date! She’ll be thinking of it as work, and I’ll be thinking of it as a date. Win-win. Fabray, you’re a genius. And oh, right. Machete. I’ll have to squeeze that in somewhere. It’ll be perfect. You’ll see.

I need to get out of here! That machete’s not going to buy itself and magically find its way into my hands. But these idiots - ugh - they want to stay cooped up in here, for God knows how long, to write damn songs about - what else? - some weird puppy love and being loser kids, most probably. Who even goes to Nationals without having anything prepared? Well, apparently, my lousy excuse of a glee club does. I need to think of something. And fast! …Rachel looks cute today, though. I bet she’s just itching to go out there and sightsee. I wonder if she’ll say yes if I ask her out on a date… maybe I can hide it under the pretense of getting song-writing inspiration? Like… a work date! She’ll be thinking of it as work, and I’ll be thinking of it as a date. Win-win. Fabray, you’re a genius. And oh, right. Machete. I’ll have to squeeze that in somewhere. It’ll be perfect. You’ll see.

(via imagine-fabchele)

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