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So this came from the Gods that gave us Naya Rivera... and a bottle of Woodstock Bourbon.

Unlocking the door to their shared apartment, Shannon kicked off her shoes and chucked her keys onto the counter by the door. It had been her weekend on, and she'd been rostered on with Lawson and Dom. She'd be thankful for the distraction - Stella had downloaded three seasons worth of Glee episodes and had been playing them back-to-back for nearly two days.

"Stel?" Hearing the television echoing through the small apartment, blasting Glee's cover of Landslide, she shook her head and decided on a quick shower.


Ten minutes later, she emerged from the tiny bathroom, and immediately heard Stella's sobs. She quickly made her way into the lounge room and stopped to analyse the scene in front of her.

Stella was curled up in an armchair, clutching a bottle of Strongbow and a box of tissues. On the large television screen, a Hispanic girl approached an attractive blonde.

"Can we talk?"

But we never do that."

"Yeah, I know, but, uh... I wanted to thank you. For performing that song with me in glee club."


"'Cause it's made me do a lot of thinking. What I've realised, is why I'm such a bitch all the time. I'm a bitch because I'm angry. I'm angry 'cause I have all these feelings, feelings for you, that I'm afraid of dealing with, because I'm afraid of dealing with the consequences. And Brittany, I can't go to an Indigo Girls concert. I just can't."

Stella let out another sob, holding tighter to her bottle as she attempted to dry her tears.

"I understand that."

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say here?"

"Not really."

"... I want to be with you. But I'm afraid of the talks, and the looks. I mean, you know what happened to Kurt at this school."

"Yeah, but honey... if anyone were to ever make fun of you, you would either kiss their ass or slash them with your vicious, vicious words."

"Waaaaah!" Stella began crying in earnest, almost like the Latina on screen. "All the damn feels!" Her sobs quickly overtook her.

"Yeah, I know. But... I'm so afraid of what everyone will say behind my back."

"Still, I have to accept... that I love you. I love YOU. And I don't want to be with Sam, or Finn, or any of those other guys. I just want you."

"Please say you love me back. Please..."

"Of course I love you. I do. And I would totally be with you if it wasn't for Artie."

"WHAT! But she loves her back! Fuckin' Artie! Santana should wheel him off a cliff!" Stella began to scream at the television. "Brittany's fuckin' insane! It's goddamn Santana! Who wants to be with her!"

Shannon kept her eyes on the television.

"I am so yours. Proudly so."

Stella shut off the television, and finally caught sight of Shannon.

"Oh god Shannon, I just can't with those two! Brittana is endgame! They're meant to be together!" She began to cry again. "And-and-and fucking boys!"

"Oh, Stel..." Shannon knelt down next to the chair and enfolded Stella into her arms. "Don't cry. They get together next season."

Stella hiccupped. "Fucking spoiler alert. Fuckin' hurt locker. Fuck Glee. I'm never watching it again."

An hour later when Shannon was cooking dinner, Stella snuck back into the lounge room, and started the disc back up.

"Whoever thought that being fluid meant that you could be so stuck?"