Quinn Fabray can read minds. Kind of. She hates it. Mostly. Unless a certain Rachel Berry is involved.

Jade and Trina get trapped in Hollywood Arts at night. 'Nuff said. Trina/Jade. Rated M for smuts.

When Tori first came to Hollywood Arts, I knew exactly two things about her. One, she could sing, and two; I didn't like her. But I know so much more now. I know that she shivers when you kiss her hips. And I know that her toes curl when she comes. Jori.

Cat's kissed you everywhere. Everywhere but your lips. Cat/Jade, rated M.

Trina, in pursuit of fame, starts putting herself out there. Specifically, by putting herself in a sexually frustrated Jade. Jade/Trina, rated M for smuttella.

She is impossible. Completely improbable. Absolutely and totally absurd. And I'm kissing her like she's the only thing that makes sense. ;Tori/Cat;

A hitch before speaking. Cat only does it with you. And she's slowly infecting you with a held breath. Cade.

Cat's sunk a hook into Tori's heart, and she did so gently, so easily, that Tori didn't notice until it hurt to pull away. Cori. Rated M.

Rachel Berry always knew that she was a little bit psychic. In fact, Rachel Berry thought she knew just about everything. That is, until a spirit that refused to die entered her life like a train-wreck.

Jade's kisses are drugging. There's a little part of you that thought she was a witch before you started dating. and it hasn't been swayed any. She puts a kind of spell over you with her lips, and it's all you can do to keep up. Jori, fluffsmut.

Cat and Jade surprise Tori on her eighteenth birthday... with a blindfold and restraints. Catorade. Pure, unadulterated smut. Rated M.

Cat and Jade decide to induct Tori into their little Girls Club. Smut ensues. Cat/Tori/Jade pairing. Rated M.

"...and I have re-occurring dreams I REALLY can't tell you about." Cade. PWP. Rated M for a very good reason.