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This is a story that includes full on sex between a teacher and student, both with both sets of genitals. If you have a problem with any of that you should really press the back button and find something you'd enjoy much more. If you want to give me a review, even if it's just to tell me about a spelling mistake, I would be very grateful.
GLEE GLEE GLEE
Oh journal, today I walked in on something I never expected to see! I was celebrating my outstanding fifth nationals win and was heading to the rooms my Cheerios were staying in, celebrating and braiding each others hair or whatever they did when they were on their own, to start getting them organized for an even more spectacular display next year and walked in on one Ladyface succumbing to his disgusting teenage urges.
This on it's own would be something to forget as quick as possible, if I hadn't seen what he was doing with his fingers. He was like me, Journal! I always thought I was the only one, that it was just another thing that lifted me above the hideous masses, but I should have seen it. As much as I hate to admit it, ever since he and Aretha helped me with my fabulous Madonna tribute and I decided to bestow them them with a coveted place on my four times consecutive Nationals winning Cheerios, I find my self, dare I say it, tolerating his presence! If I was a person capable of such waists of time and energy as human emotion, I might have even liked him. I should have known. I can tell a person worthy of my respect from a distance of three miles. If anything, this has taught me never to doubt myself as an amazingly superior judge of character.
As I stood in the doorway of ladyface room, having entered with the complete lack of noise befitting a former special-opp's agent such as myself, I discovered his face isn't the only ladylike part of him. I couldn't look away as he slipped his hand between his legs, and down to his little-girl folds. I stood completely immobile as he thrust his fingers inside himself and gasped with release. I snuck out with as much grace as I had when entering when I saw him coming back to himself and start trying to clean up the mess he'd made of the bed.
I walked back to my room in a daze. It had all become clear to me, it was my mission to drag this young reflection of my greatness away from the disgustingly home-permed and hair gel slick clutches of that perpetual failure, William Schuester.