I had so much fun with the first chapter that I wanted to post another :) Hope everybody enjoys!

Home/Homeward Bound (glee cover)

It was getting cold. It was dark. Shinobu sat alone at the railway station, rubbing his hands together. He blew into his mittens, trying to warm up.

"Stupid Miyagi," he muttered, watching his breath turn white in the winter air.

Getting up, Shinobu paced around, looking behind him every now and then to see if his lover was perhaps behind him. Every time, Shinobu's heart sank. It was way into midnight, and Miyagi's train still had not arrived.

Looking up, the honey-haired man saw that white puffs of snow began to cascade down the canvas of the dark sky.

Lying on one of the benches, Shinobu closed his eyes, feeling snowflakes collect on his face, sticking to his eyelashes.

…...

"Shinobu! Shu wake up!" Miyagi's voice resonated through the cold.

"You're here," Shinobu smiled dreamily.

The Scientist-Coldplay (glee cover)

Misaki sat in the back of the car, his hands clasped on his lap. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. They stung from the tears that just kept coming, pouring down his flushed cheeks.

'Takahiro, no you don't understand!'

'Nii-san! Please, listen to me!'

They both begged him, both pleaded and cried out to him, asking him to give them a chance to explain.

Takahiro was disgusted. Repulsed. Shocked. Furious. And not at all forgiving. The fact that his two closest friend were doing this behind his back was horrifying.

"Brother, please," Misaki suddenly whispered.

"Misaki, not now," the brother pinched the bridge of his nose, and kept driving.

Disturbia-Rihanna

Isaka looked all around him. The flashing lights, the loud music, and the stench of alcohol and sweat was all around him. This was his first time at a club. He was only seventeen, having paid to get a fake ID from one of his friends.

In a haze, the man made his way through the crowd, standing in the center of the dance floor. His head was spinning wildly. It must have been the drinks. He's had too many. That drink that the man had bought him was what had done it. Isaka felt sick.

'Hey cutie," A voice whispered in his ear.

Isaka's half closed eyes recognized the man. He felt his arm being grabbed and was dragged across the room.

After that, Isaka passed out.

Stuck on You-Paramore

Everything was a haze. The room spun around him in multiple colors, voices screaming in his head. He just sat there, a dream-like expression on his face. His head flopped back onto the bed, as he started chuckling. Soon however, it turned into maniacal laughter, as the man picked up his head to look at the mark on his inner elbow. The red mark was there, clear as daylight.

"Misaki! Misaki!" A voice broke through the laughter that now resonated in the teen's head.

Akihiko looked at his delirious lover, seeing the syringe rolled which rolled over to his side.

Take My Breath Away-Berlin (glee cover)

"Stop it, Usagi-san, please let's just go back to our seats! This is embarrassing," Misaki whined, as Akihiko held him tighter.

"No it's not," Usagi murmured into his hair as he rocked them back and forth on the dance floor.

All around them stood their friends and family, some crying, all of them smiling as the newlywed couple danced their first song.

"They're all looking at us," Misaki hissed his cheeks impossibly red from embarrassment.

"That's the whole point," Usagi smiled proudly, spinning Misaki away and then back into his arms.

"B-but," Misaki couldn't finish as his husband planted his lips on his own.

Mortified, the smaller man jerked back, only to be held tighter by Akihiko.

Eyes Wide Open-Gotye

Hiroki stared at the clock, his limbs trembling, his foot tapping repeatedly on the cold tiles.

He ran his hands through his hair, shutting his eyes tight.

'What's next? What will happen to us?" Hiroki thought anxiously, looking all around his at the different people sitting with him in that hell-room.

The image of Nowaki, bloody and hurt plagued Hiroki's mind. His lips trembled as he recalled the agonizing screams of his lover.

"He'll be okay. He has to be," Hiroki whispered to himself.

Cannibal-Kesha

Usagi's lips roamed all over his lover. Their softness on Misaki's skin made the brunet moan in absolute pleasure.

"S-Stop, Usagi. It's late," Misaki whined, feeling Usagi's hands roam up his shirt, pulling it up just a little.

Usagi ignored Misaki's protests, letting his cool hands travel over Misaki's stomach, and to his chest.

"Usagi-san! People will hear us!"

"That's a lame excuse," the silver haired man whispered

Akihiko looked up at Misaki, "Are you ready to play?"

The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face-Ewan MacColl (glee cover)

Hiroki stoked a lock out of Nowaki's face. He looked at the other's peaceful face, and a single tear escaped his eyes. Nowaki's face was pale, but so calm.

Hiroki took a deep breath in, reaching out to clasp the other's hand in his. He lifted it up and kissed the palm gently, "please wake up soon. I need you. I love you," he murmured gently.

How did this happen? It was regular day, they were walking around, surprisingly holding hands, and just chatting away about random things. Nowaki was chirping about how their anniversary was soon, and had insisted on going and buying Hiroki flowers.

He was so excited, even Hiroki managed to smile under his heavy blush. And then it happened. Nowaki not looking, waving at his lover, and the car speeding down the street.

There was no scream, but deafening silence.

And now they were here. Hiroki praying to whoever to save his lover.

"I love you so much," he cried softly.