So. Here's this beast. This has everything I've posted to LiveJournal so far. One-shots listed first, stories that are related grouped together after that.

( So. Many. Fics. (Who Knew?) )

When he wakes up for school, his phone is on the floor, and he’s forgotten about the text, and it’s not until Friday afternoon, as he’s getting suited up in the locker room for that night’s game-against McKinley-that he remembers. He sits and digs his phone out of his bag and checks the text again. “Fuck you,” it still says, and he sighs, ( Read more... )