I got bored and decided to write. This is what happens when I eat too much of my sister's candy. XD Teehee! Oh, and I write for Glee too.

DISCLAIMER: Just checked. I don't own Junjou Romantica or Glee.

Misaki sat on the couch watching his new favorite American show, Glee. Usagi was upstairs working on another BL novel and Misaki was in no mood to disturb him. Usagi working on anything but undressing him was rare.

Misaki turned his attention back to the television set as the show came back on.

He didn't hear Usagi sneaking down the stairs to squat behind the couch directly at the back his head.

"Do American white kids really burst into song at any given moment?" He mused to himself.

Misaki jumped nearly a foot in the air. "Baka, don't sneak up on me like that, do you want to kill me?"

Usagi stared at him. "Of course not! Why would you believe such a thing?" Misaki rolled his eyes and tried to concentrate on the show.

Misaki felt Usagi's warm breath in his ear. "Unless, of course, eating you meant to kill you. Then yes: I want to murder you brutally."

Misaki pushed him away, blushing furiously. "Shut up, that's sick."

Usagi hung his head. He never showed it, but he hated it when Misaki said things like that.

"They're not all white you know."

"What?"

"The kids on the show. They're not all white."

"So? They all look white."

"No, one's black, and there's a Latino. I think there might be another one of Hispanic descent, but she's not telling. Hell, there's even a few Asian kids!"

"So why do I care?"

"Obviously you don't."

"Who's the other Latino?"

Misaki peered at the screen curiously. With her new tan, Rachel did look slightly Latino.

"The one singing right now."

"I don't think so. She looks white."

"Well, she could be Latino. Maybe."

"She annoys me."

Misaki looked at Usagi. He was actually paying attention? "Why?" He asked.

"She sings too much and she's mean to the Latino girl and the blonde one."

"Who? Santana and Brittany?"

"Um, the dumb blonde, the pregnant blonde and the bitchy Latino."

"Oh."

"…"

"Why did they just throw that at him? Those clothes look expensive!"

Misaki chuckled. Usagi was now sitting next to him, very into the show, with his arm wrapped around Misaki.

"They're mean to him because he's gay."

Usagi sat up straight abruptly. Misaki looked at him warily. He was then pulled into a crushing kiss. He didn't break it for a moment, but had to breathe eventually.

"Usagi, what was that for?" He said breathlessly as he fake hit Usagi on the shoulder.

"I love you and I hope that you might stay with me even if that happens to you ever! And if it does, I'll take them to the moon and leave them there!"

Misaki stared at Usagi. "I'm going to stay with you no matter what."

Usagi sighed and sat back down in their earlier position.

"And besides, that only happens in America."

"Oh. They must be pretty messed up."

"Tell me about it. And this is one of their better shows!" Misaki added, earning a laugh and a nuzzle from Usagi.

So there it is. Other countries do talk about us behind our backs. THE UGLY TRUTH! Let me know if you like it, hated it, want me to die, that sort of thing is important to me.

-Stella