WARNING: It is dirty, cruel, and wrong in so many ways. But it just might be right in the end.

RATING: Um... totally NC-17.

This fic was started quite a long time ago. I think I had begun it for the 69th thread, but was only able to post the first part. I've reposted the first part here with the rest, so please read it through as one whole story :D

DEDICATION: This is firstly dedicated to Kay, for her love of "glaze" hehe. And to the rest of the BlackSheep for their appreciation of all that is twisted and subversive and just plain naughty. I love you Nonna, I hope you don't hate me for Emile ;)

( Get your dirty Hirskyfron here )

Zac Efron/Nikki Blonsky/Emile Hirsch Threesome fic

I felt bad about daring Nonna to write a Zanessikki threesome fic, so I thought I'd give her some Hirskyfron to make it up to her. It went angstier than I intended, so I hope she forgives me :P

I wanted to get something posted for the 169th thread festivities on FF, so I'll post this as a Part 1.

WARNING: It is dirty, cruel, and just wrong in so many ways. And this is just the beginning.

RATING: Um... totally R.

( Get your dirty Hirskyfron here )

(God, this is really growing on me! lol ) Post-Critic's Choice Awards


The lights were out and the stars were gone, and he found her, hiding behind the curtain alone with the honour of her work in her hands, but the honour of her heart lost to the one that hadn't come.

"He's an ass."

"Don't say that."

"If he cared, he would have been here."

"If he'd been here, he would have brought her. Again. And I couldn't have handled that."

"I'm here."

"I know. But, why? Why are you here, now? Everyone else has gone."

"I waited for you. I looked for you. Your mother's worried. Your friends are worried. Why..."

She showed him her phone.

*Congrats, Baby! I knew you'd get it, Nikki B! I'm home, alone. I'll wait.*

He knelt down to be at her level, and gently wiped the tears away with his finger. His hand was in her hair, those soft, dark waves that shone near blue in the one backstage light that was left on. Her arms were around him, feeling the heat of his body through the lace of her sleeves.

"Don't go."

"I always go."

"Don't go this time."

"Give me a reason."

"Me. Am I enough of a reason?"

"For tonight?"

"For more than tonight. Much more than tonight."

She took his right hand in hers. The hand that was strong but soft. The hand that was free of attachment and confusion and promises and lies. She nodded, and she smiled. She stood up and walked with him, out from behind that curtain and into tomorrow.