This is a fic that [info]untappedbeauty already read, but it's so good, I have to rec it for anyone else who wants to give this fandom a try. It's a Supernatural RPS - Sky High fusion and holy shit. Jensen has the BEST POWER EVER! Technically, it's a WIP, but she left off at a good place, so it doesn't bother me.

More [info]help_haiti fic! [info]daemonicangel asked for some crossover Kris Allen - Jared Padalecki interaction, and when she said it didn't have to be porny or romantic, I took her at her word. There's a truckload of flirtation, but it doesn't quite go there as far as Jared/Kris is concerned. There is, however, manhandling, which is as it should be when someone of Jared's size meets someone of Kris's size, as far as I'm concerned. :D Plus, there's Jensen, because...well, there just is. And a little Misha.

In a universe where American Idol never happened, Adam Lambert finds himself working as a consultant for Daniel Radcliffe's latest film, teaching the young actor all he knows about becoming a drag queen. But as they work together, they begin to fall in love. But will Dan be able to open himself up and tell the world that he's in love with a man?

Chris Colfer currently has only 1 mission: sex. Okay, no, that sounds sort of creepy. And a little obsessive, although that’s actually becoming increasingly appropriate. Look, he just wants to have sex before he shrivels up and dies. Or turns 21, preferably. And he knows exactly who he wants to be ‘the one’. Now he just has to sell the idea to Adam Lambert and let the good times roll. Or something like that. He hasn't really thought that far ahead. (But that might be a lie.)

Darren looks at Chris a little helplessly. “I think I could name, maybe, two people who have won American Idol. And that’s only because we’ve covered them on Glee.” “Oh.” Chris frowns slight before perking up once more. “Well, he’s super cute and religious but not like, over the top about it. He wouldn’t swear so he kept saying Gosh and Darn on the show.” “And you had a crush.” Darren finishes, smiling at Chris. “Ohhh, you get to flirt with your teenage crush!” Now he’s bouncing up and down on the couch. “This is fabulous!”

Coming out to a stranger online is easier. Doubly so when you're an professional athlete.

"Check it out, I think you've found a nerd soulmate," Mark whispers loudly, especially for a dude who was home-schooled and likes to bird watch. But Chris obligingly looks across the aisle to the opposing gate and holy crap- there's a Yoda backpack leaning up against the leg of a skinny redhead.

"If I were Christian fucking Bale, or Jesus Christ help me, Clooney in the nipple suit, gearing up to play Bruce fictional fucking Wayne, he'd send me a fucking fictional helicopter."

In which there are parties, awkwardness and orgasms.

“You really are good at that,” Dylan says, echoing his thoughts. “Good at what, exactly?” Chris says, lifting one finger to his mouth and licking it, which makes Dylan’s eyelashes flutter. “All of it,” Dylan sighs. “All of it. All the parts.”

"Does it change you, being turned?" Patrick asks. "I mean, obviously the physical stuff, but does it change who you are?" Erica takes off her helmet, then leans forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "It depends on how much the physical stuff makes you who you are, I guess."