Julien wasn’t sure how he made it to Monday. The entire weekend had gone by in such an intense blur and by the time the new week started, he hardly remembered performing during Mamma Mia or hanging out with his friends and family at all. The only things he could remember were Rory’s face when she caught him making out with Ivy in the choir room and the fact that Ivy now hated him. Julien didn’t have a lot of free time over the weekend, but any time he did have was spent sulking and feeling guilty over everything that happened. When Rory texted him about being ready to talk, Julien readily agreed. He was prepared to do whatever he needed to do to fix the situation. However, as he sat on one of the couches in Rory’s living room watching her pace back and forth, he couldn’t find it in him to speak. His eyes were fixed on his tennis-shoe clad feet when Rory eventually took the lead and broke the ice by speaking first. “I know,” he replied quietly, his voice thick with shame as he dared to look up and meet her eyes. Julien’s heart sunk into the pit of his stomach when Rory revealed that she knew their kiss hadn’t been a one time thing. He stared up at her with his mouth agape, blinking repeatedly as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts into something coherent. He took a deep breath and stood up. Sitting was making him antsy and he needed to move around. Maybe that would help him focus. “I—” he started, but before he could say more, Rory interrupted him with the question he had been asking himself all weekend. Do you like…love Ivy or something? He stopped pacing and looked at her, face reddening. “No,” he said quickly, but the words felt wrong in his mouth. They felt false. “I don’t know,” he corrected himself, swallowing hard as his shoulders slumped. He had to toughen up and just say his piece. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I—” he cautiously walked towards her, stopping only when he was a foot or so away, “I messed up. I know I should’ve told you. I wanted to. I just...I didn’t know how to.” Julien rubbed his face for a moment before he dropped his hands to his sides and shrugged, “I was scared of what would happen if you found out.” A pause. “And I don’t know what I feel for Ivy,” he stated, closing his eyes in frustration, “but whatever it is, I don’t think it’s going away.” He opened his eyes to look at her and felt like smashing up his own car. How could he claim to be a good person when he had hurt someone this badly? “I’m really sorry, Rory,” and he meant it, he really did, “you deserve someone who knows what they want and knows how they feel.”

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 // PARA

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Rory Slade & @julien-schuester​

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Monday, August 10th. Midday.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: The Slade Residence

Meeting at Rory’s house seemed like the best idea. Her mom was at work and her brother didn’t live there anymore so it seemed like the best place to have some sort of privacy. She had seen the Muckraker debut earlier that day which she sort of expected to be the headliner in all that drama. It had been four days since the blonde saw Julien and Ivy making out and in that time Leo and Joey had both revealed that this wasn’t a one time thing which stung even more, and that they had been doing this behind her back for weeks. When Julien got to her house, she opened the door for him, and made her way to the living room pacing back and forth around the room. She didn’t know how to approach any of this and Julien wasn’t saying anything so Rory took the reins on the conversation. “You could have told me, you know,” her words were decently quiet. She knew if she raised her voice in the slightest, she’d start crying. “If you just would have been honest, all of this could have been avoided and just,” it was hard to look at him. Every time she looked at him, she’d just be reminded of what he did. No wonder why Emory bashed his car in. It seemed more and more appetizing the longer she thought on it or just how punchable his stupid face looked. “Just don’t try and tell me this was a one time thing, okay? Joey and Leo both told me that they knew about it so why couldn’t you have just told me?” She asked. “Do you like… love Ivy or something?” That was what she really wanted to know. She needed to know what possessed him to do it.

ivystjamess​:

BY THE TIME JULIEN HAD SOFTENED UP, ivy was miles past the point of being calmed down. the more and more he talked, he dug himself deeper into a hole which she was very menacingly looking down upon. between the sting of being reminded he had drunkenly kissed her and the general lack of conviction behind his words, the pleading he finished his directionless comments with did little to shift her current course of action. she turned away from julien with a dramatic twirl of both her curled locks and the skirt she donned as part of her costume then placed her hands atop the piano at which her and julien were caught in the act just a little over an hour ago. it was a feeble attempt at subduing her anger that went to waste the moment julien asked,  “why are you trying to make me feel worse about all of this, ivy?” she turned back around, flames licking under her step and ice in her stare. “i’m like not doing that!” and she was back to square one with the yelling. “me talking about my feelings and what i think, has like, nothing to do with you, okay?” and again, ivy gave him no room to breathe. “i am a person, julien!  i’m a person with like thoughts and feelings of my own. i’m not someone you can run to when it’s like, convenient for you, and i’m not someone that only exists as a valid person to you because i’m talented and we like sang a duet my freshman year! don’t you get that?” this seemed to be coming from someplace else, a more leo mccarthy related place, but she hadn’t been wrong had she? julien never paid her any mind and actively squabbled with her right up until the minute she got placed in that red, pleated, polyester uniform and inducted into the new directions. clearly that’s what made her special to him and nothing more. “and as someone who like, keeps coming into my life and looking at me with those stupid big brown eyes of yours the way you do? you like owe it to me to listen to those feelings!” these realization on top of his total lack of consideration for her combined with all residual anger she had at leo in relation to their recent break up left ivy standing with a coat of rage as an extra layer of skin to protect the more sensitive layer of pain the resided just beneath it. ivy shook her head slowly at him. how could julien have so quickly morphed from a safe haven to whatever this was? “i’m not giving you any more time.” she spoke quickly, “and i’m not like thinking about doing anything, i’m already doing it. i’m tired of this.” ivy spat, unsure if she felt liberated or heartbroken. were both possible? because it felt like she was in limbo between the two and her anger was blocking the scales from tipping in either direction. one thing she knew was she needed time away from julien, she was furious, and needed him away from her. maybe for good. she didn’t know. and before ivy could figure it out, figure out how to get to that point, both acidic tears and venomous words were slipping from her, “i hate you.” there was a moment of nauseating silence, where ivy tried to wipe her tears. how weak she must look, and how helpless she felt. again, thoughtlessly and with a quivering lip, she attempted to reclaim her heart as she reiterated, “i really hate you.”

In all their years of knowing each other, Julien had never seen Ivy this mad. Or maybe he had but it was always at Eli or something...he’d never seen her this mad at him. He didn’t know what to do. He was hearing her words and he was feeling her wrath but he was still at a loss. What did she want from him? Julien’s eyes followed Ivy as she turned around and steadied herself against the piano, but she quickly whipped back around when he vocalized that she as making him feel worse. Just like that she was back to yelling at him and he was back to staring at her in a wrecked disbelief as his face got hot. “Okay, fine—” he started to shout back, frustrated, but he was cut off once again. At some point in Ivy’s rant, she lost him, and he looked at her with his mouth hung open and brows knitted together. “What are you even talking about? That’s not how I see you,” he interrupted, rubbing his face furiously as if that would somehow help alleviate the immense stress he was under. As she continued to yell, Julien dropped his hands to his sides with a loud clap and groaned, “I am listening to you.” Well, wasn’t he? Wasn’t he taking all of the vicious words being hurled at him? Julien hated being in the hot seat like this. He really tried to be a good person, to do the right thing, and yet here he still was. Couldn’t Ivy see that he was trying and that he didn’t mean any harm? His inner monologue came to a screeching halt when he thought he heard Ivy say she wasn’t giving him any more time. “What?” he asked as he was violently brought back down to earth. He wanted to ask more questions and explain himself, but he couldn’t out talk her. Every time he opened his mouth to speak, she was already getting her next thought out. A different kind of panic started to settle in around him. The warmth was gone from Ivy’s eyes and her words were merciless. “Ivy, please,” he started, but he faltered. There were so many things he could say: Ivy, please, calm down. Ivy, please, just give me some time. Ivy, please, let me fix this. But his thoughts ceased to exist when she said she hated him. A suffocating silence enveloped them slowly and with each second that passed, Julien had a harder and harder time breathing. “You don’t,” he countered, but his voice came out small. This was Julien’s worst nightmare. One hour ago, if someone asked him what the worst thing he’d ever done was, he would’ve said breaking Rory’s heart. But now, standing here with crying, broken down and furious Ivy, he knew this was it. She never even got mad at him and now here she was hating him. “You don’t mean that,” he said quickly once she reiterated her point, unwilling to accept that this was now their reality. Julien felt nauseous. What had he done? What was he doing? Why was it still so hard for him to say the right thing? But then when he thought about it, he realized that words weren’t what Ivy needed to feel better. He instinctively opened his arms and stepped towards her, eyes pleading, wanting nothing more than to just hold her until all the bad feelings disappeared. “Just...” Julien cautiously and slowly started to close his arms around her, “let me.”

text: julien + rory

RORY: alright i think im ready to talk

RORY: we can like meet wherever

RORY: or you can come to my house if you wanna be more private about it since you like to live that way

RORY: idrc either way

JULIEN: ig i deserve that

JULIEN: i can come to u

JULIEN: do u mean like rite now???

joeyhqs​:

Being in the school musical was something that Joey hadn’t actually expected to happen, but now that was in it, he was having the time of his life. However, there was always something on his mind and it was pretty obvious what it was, especially since everyone that was in the musical already knew. If he was being honest, if it was anyone else, Joey wouldn’t have cared, but this was about Ivy and Julien, the two people he trusted the most in that school. When he heard his name being called, Joey turned around to see Julien and once he heard his question, Joey shrugged his shoulders at him and shook his head. “I don’t hate you Julien, you’re fine.” Joey said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for Julien to say something else, but before he could even speak, Joey interrupted him. “Why did you do that? I’m not mad at you, or mad at Ivy… I just want to know why it happened and I just want to know why the two of you would lie to me.” Joey said, letting out a sigh – he would be lying if he wasn’t a little hurt by everything that had happened, even if it had nothing with him, they both had lied to Joey, making him question if he was trustworthy at all.

When Joey confirmed that he didn’t hate Julien, he let out a breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. It was no secret that it meant a lot to him to be liked and there was nothing he hated more than people being mad at him, especially his friends and family. “Thank God,” Julien breathed out, taking a seat on one top of a black box backstage next to Joey. For a moment they just sat there, and he knew it was probably on him to speak up, but Joey beat him to it. The question threw Julien off. How did Joey know? Kind of a dumb question...the news had been seemingly spreading like wildfire and at this point the list of people who didn’t know was probably shorter than the list of people who did. He let the question hang in the air for a moment while he thought about it. Why had him and Ivy started doing this again? “Honestly?” he started, sighing deeply as he turned to look at his friend with a pained look in his eyes, “I don’t know. The first time it really just...kind of happened. But then after that we just like...started talking a lot more like texting  and stuff and it didn’t help that we had to kiss all the time for the show.” Julien’s heart started racing in a bad way the more he talked about it. Him and Rory still hadn’t talked so he had no idea where he stood with her and talking about Ivy just made him feel more guilty. “I really don’t have an answer Joey. I don’t know what it is. But the lying to you part...don’t blame Ivy for that. Blame me. I asked her not to tell anyone.” It was shitty to admit but it was true. Julien had been covering his ass and had asked Ivy to keep quiet about their encounters for reasons he felt were obvious—namely Rory. 

ivystjamess​:

ANY ATTEMPTS AT LOGIC MADE BY JULIEN FLEW DIRECTLY OVER IVY’S HEAD AS SHE SETTLED INTO HER ANGER.  “you did lie to me!” she insisted, her words overlapping his own. “you said it meant something but how could it mean something when you like… love rory?” her own voice betrayed her as it’s shrillness gave way to a crack. why that specifically had upset her so much, she couldn’t say, but she did know whatever she was feeling was far from good. it was like there had been a volcano bubbling in the pit of her stomach for weeks since dayton, and maybe it had always been sitting there,dormant, but between everything that had gone down with leo and feeling lead on like this by julien for a second time, it was now erupting and spewing venom from her mouth. sure, her and julien had done their fair share of bickering, but never had ivy come at him from a place this emotionally shattered. “i like told you that before you kissed me again!” ivy said, pointing at julien and then herself in an enraged emphasis, “and that was after we promised it didn’t mean anything and that it would like never ever happen again, but it did, so don’t act like you’re so totally innocent.” she near shouted all in one quick breath. her furious rantings came to a halt at julien’s question, ‘and what was i to you? just like…some rebound or something because you were sad?‘ no longer was she spewing words at him, but rather ivy scoffed, and stared up at him. for a moment, anger flickered off her face and she met julien’s gaze with an expression that could only be described as agony. julien wasn’t a rebound, ivy could say that much. her feelings for leo felt just as real as whatever she had started to develop for the performing arts sensation by spring, summer, and fall turned hockey star by winter. just sitting on that conflict for long enough was plenty to give her a headache. but no, this wasn’t a rebound. rebounds were supposed to make you feel better and help you move on and as seen by the mistrust and rage and fear behind ivy’s once doting baby blues, it was clear julien was doing nothing of the sort for her. “how could you say that?” she finally spluttered, a genuine shock in her voice. “it has never been like that with you, like ever!” and once again her volcano erupted, the sadness has disappeared from her expression, and once again she was painted in resentment. as julien referred to their ‘thing’ ivy cut in, “there is like no thing, julien, not anymore.” more than anything else, a built up aggravation was driving this interaction for her, but julien’s less than comforting responses didn’t ease this flare up. “and i have no reason to believe you’re not that kind of guy because i’m like sitting here trying to figure out how the hell we can mean something, but you love rory? and how you just couldn’t break up with emory? that’s like total bullshit.” and again, ivy paused, her voice falling suddenly quiet, “you have to make it up to her?” she repeated, a dangerous edge in her town. “god, julien, what about me?” her hands came to rest desperately on her chest as her volume once again increased, “have you like ever sat and thought about how i’m like not here for you to have fun with when you need to get away from your girlfriends? this is the second time you’ve made me believe we were something more than we are! do you know like… how messed up that is?” she asked rhetorically, an obvious strain coming to her voice. her parents would totally be on her case if she botched her solos in the next act. quieting down, ivy crossed her arms and looked at julien with a simultaneously cold and fiery gaze, as if it switched each time she blinked. “i have my own life outside of when you to suddenly decide you’re like interested in me again, then just waiting for you to get out of whatever totally stupid, grab at attention, attempt to feel good about yourself stunt of a relationship you’re in, to choose me and consider me, for like once!”

The louder and angrier Ivy got, the more desperate and frantic Julien did. “I didn’t lie!” he insisted, staring at her in complete disbelief. She was getting hung up on what he’d said to Rory, but didn’t that kind of make her a hypocrite or something? “Well if that’s how that works, then you also lied to me,” Julien said, though his confidence faltered, “don’t you still love Leo? You guys just broke up. Does that mean that what you said was a lie too?” When she called out the fact that his account of what had transpired between them was not up to date, he felt his cheeks get hot with shame and embarrassment. He knew she was right and that in an effort to temper his guilt, he was oversimplifying their situation. “I’m not saying I’m innocent and stuff,” he clarified, itching to pull his phone out of his pocket to read the texts she’d sent him verbatim while they were in LA, “but you said that telling Rory a week before show wasn’t the smartest or something like that. You texted me that after I drunkenly kissed you in the stairwell or whatever.” Slipping in the fact that he was drunk was a low blow and a tactic that actually did nothing to absolve him of his guilt. Crap. He knew this whole situation was on him. Even if Ivy had instigated at first, he was the one with a girlfriend. Not her. He was the one who should’ve put a stop to this whole mess that shouldn’t have even started in the first place. But the thought of not having Ivy—why didn’t that feel like an option? Why was it that even as he stood there on the receiving end of her fury that he still wanted to kiss her? Whenever a thought like that entered his brain, a thought about Rory was quick to follow. His heart was being torn in half and one side was telling him to close the distance between him and Ivy and the other side was telling him that the only person he needed to make things up to was Rory. As his brain played a vicious game of tug of war with the two pieces of his heart, he found himself getting agitated with the way Ivy was firing statements at him faster than he could process them. “It hasn’t been like that?” he snapped back, waving his arms around frustratedly, “then how’s it been, Ivy? Because that’s kind of how it—” but he got cut off before he could finish. there is like no thing, julien, not anymore. He stood there, staring blankly at her as his ears started to ring and blood rushed to his cheeks. At the mention of Rory and then Emory, Julien dropped his gaze to the ground and clenched his jaws repeatedly. After a moment, he finally spoke. “Why are you trying to make me feel worse about all of this, Ivy?” he asked rhetorically before exclaiming, “fuck.” Her question about Rory seemed like a no brainer. Of course he had to make it up to her. “I literally cheated on her. With you. So, yeah, I do. What do you even mean by that?” he asked in disbelief and with a clear and genuine lack of understanding. god, Julien, what about me? Julien scoffed at the question at first, wanting to fire the same on back at her. What about him? He was caught in the middle of this. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Couldn’t anyone see that he was struggling in the midst of this too? As Ivy shouted at him, Julien wanted to just tell her to relax, that this would work out the way things always did with them. This had been their pattern since childhood. They fought with each other and then things blew over, right? But as she continued to talk, it dawned on him that maybe he’d been going about this all wrong. Maybe what was happening now was just a tad different than all the fights they’d had before. “I don’t see you that way and it’s not like that,” he pleaded, his face dropping as he was suddenly overcome with a sense of despair. Why did he feel like he was being dumped? Ivy’s words were sharp and they cut through all of his excuses and defenses, but his pride and ego refused to allow him to let up. “I do consider you,” he said, but it was feeble. There was no conviction behind his words. “I don’t know what you want me to say right now,” he admitted as he finally met her gaze again, brows furrowed and face contorted in stress, “I know this is all messed up but you just have to give me a second to talk to Rory and to fix things and explain and then everything is going to be fine. I just need some time so whatever you’re doing right now just, please, don’t do it.” It wasn’t lost on Julien that he had barely addressed half of the things she’d said, but in his guilt-induced panic, he didn’t even know where to start. It was all too much and he just wanted Ivy to be on his side again. 

SHAME, SHAME, SHAME (FT. JULIEN + JOEY) 

WHO: @joeyhqs​ & julien schuester WHEN: friday, august 7 WHERE: finn hudson auditorium; wmhs production of mamma mia!

When Julien cheated on Emory, the fall out was pretty bad, but it wasn’t as bad as this. His first cheating scandal happened at the beginning of summer, so even though it was a hot piece of gossip, Julien was able to avoid the heat. School wasn’t in session, there was no summer show, and once Emory destroyed his car and his parents grounded him, his social life was nonexistent so he didn’t have to deal with everyone’s judgment. By the time school started up again, people had moved on to the next piece of drama and his little adulterous stint with Ivy was old news. Unfortunately for him, what went down with him, Ivy and Rory was completely different. It was opening night, they were all in Mamma Mia together and so were most of their friends. Julien was crumbling under the fear of being judged or worse...disliked. It was the second night of their show and it felt like everywhere he went backstage, someone was shooting him a dirty look or shaking their head disapprovingly. Maybe he was paranoid and people weren’t actually thinking about everything as much as he was, but regardless, he’d fucked up. Bad. He knew that. What could he do to fix it? Who could he turn to? Was there anyone? Julien spotted Joey hanging out in the wings and, needing a friend, wearily approached him. “Joey,” he called out quietly, not wanting to disrupt what was happening on stage, “is it safe to talk to you or do you hate me, too?” 

finnschuesters​:

here for you ( finn + julien )

𝚆𝙷𝙾:  @julien-schuester​ && @finnschuesters​ 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽:  the evening of thursday, august the sixth 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴:  finn’s car, outside of the schuester residence 

FINN DIDN’T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WAS GOING ON WITH HER LITTLE BROTHER, but she figured all the whispering going on backstage paired with a delayed start of show couldn’t be good. luckily, she’d already coordinated with julien to take him after opening night of mamma mia, so at least she could pry a little before sending him on his way. of course she was worried, between being busy calling cues and keeping up with the show, every glance she got of him he looked miserable. as she pulled up to her childhood home with it’s perfectly mowed lawn and porch lights on, waiting for julien’s inevitable return, she fully moved her car into park and turn the key in the ignition so not to waste her gas. who was she to know how long this little heart to heart might take? julien though, seemed to be keen on getting out of the car to which finn near instantly gripped him by the arm and reeled him back into her passenger seat, “hey, not so quick now.” she said gently. it was no secret that finn took after her mother in the sense that she babied julien. maybe it was the residual guilt from having been so mean to him as kids or maybe it was just the fact he himself was still just a kid in her eyes and most of the actions she’d get on wren’s case for could be dismissed for julien for that reason. now that he was settled back in the car, she carefully scanned his expression before gently prompting with a, “do you want to talk about it?” which she hoped was more open ended and a less ‘what happened?’ gossip-y type question. “i don’t have to be home for a minute so…” she shrugged, “you know i’m here for you jules, judgement free, we can just talk.” a pause, “if you want, that is.”

After the cast of Mamma Mia! took their final bow of the night and the curtains finally closed, Julien was a mess. The weight of everything that had happened between him, Ivy and Rory crushed him so badly it was almost comical, like someone had pushed the grand piano from the choir room off of the tallest building in Lima right on to Julien’s body. Normally after a show, he hung out in the lobby of the auditorium and mingled with all his friends who had come to support, accepted compliments from people’s parents on his performance, and finished off the night by mobbing bread stix with the cast and getting excited to do it all again the next day. Not this time. Once the show was over and people were getting ready to go, Julien hunted down Finn and asked if they could leave right away. There were times when her slightly overbearing and worrisome nature annoyed him, but in this moment he was grateful. She obliged to his request no questions asked. The ride home was silent aside from Springsteen playing softly through the speakers of his sister’s car. Julien kept his head leaned against the window and his gaze focused on the trees and houses whipping past them as his uneasy breath fogged up the glass. His mind had never been this frenzied, not even with Emory. What had he done? He’d screwed everything up. Not only was Rory not talking to him, but Ivy had blown up at him too. He felt completely alone and he had no one to blame but himself. When Finn pulled up to their house, Julien didn’t even thank her before he opened the door to let himself out. He almost made it, but she was too quick. In one swift motion, his ass was back in the seat and he was closing the door. “Finn, please,” he begged, finally turning to look at her. The state of his heart and mind were written all over his face. He was unsettled and defeated and above all else, he was sad. “I don’t want to,” he started saying, but her gentle tone had a way of calming him down. Maybe talking to her would be good. Like their mom, Finn always knew how to make him feel better. She was always on his side and he needed that right now—someone to tell him everything was okay and that he was still a good person. A moment passed and then he released the tension in his shoulders and slumped into the passenger’s seat, dropping his face into his hands. “I messed up,” he finally said, voice cracking as he shook his head, “Rory...” This was hard. This was really hard. “I don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” he admitted, leaning back in his seat and staring blankly ahead at the front door of their house, “but she saw us kissing.” It dawned on Julien that she probably had no idea who ‘us’ consisted of, so he looked at her and tried to communicate it with his eyes. “I’ve—” he shrugged and took a deep breath, “Ivy.”

ivystjamess​:

illicit affairs ( ivy + julien )

𝚆𝙷𝙾:  @julien-schuester​ && @ivystjamess​ 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽:  the evening of thursday, august the sixth 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴:  choir room, william mckinley high school for the performing arts

IVY WAS SURPRISED SHE HADN’T COLLAPSED BEFORE THE END OF ACT ONE DURING VOULEZ-VOUS. it was tempting considering she had been crying in the bathroom and therefore caused the show to start fifteen minutes late. how unprofessional. that embarrassment combined the quickly passing word of what or who rather that rory caught in the choir room made ivy wish she could just pass out like sophie had and avoid the rest of this night. all things considered, it was amazing everyone had pushed through the first act and it had gone as well as it had, especially considering how rory looked at her any time she made the mistake of glancing in the blonde’s direction backstage. but act one had drawn to an anticipatory close with the audience clapping joyously. in the dark and covered by the curtain, ivy got up from her place on the ground, found julien with ease, and grabbed him. for fifteen minutes of intermission, she’d get her moment to have it out with him. once the initial sadness of hearing his love confession to rory had passed, ivy was filled with another feeling. anger. while she was sure whatever rory was feeling was worse, her actual nemesis wasn’t exactly on the forefront of her mind as she dragged julien behind her and into the choir room. this time around the energy was very different. no longer did ivy st.james meet julien schuester’s gaze with adoration and trust, her eyes were a blue flame of hurt and betrayal. on top of not fully being over everything that leo? this was too much. julien doing this to her a second time was too much. ivy didn’t know what made her feel dumber;  believing she meant something to julien or not listening to eli. silence was thick around them and ivy kept her hands on her hips. now that she was here, she was such a bundle of emotions, she hardly knew where to start. her mouth opened and as she gazed at the ticking clock on the wall, no time to waste, ivy. once again, her noticeably colder stare fell on julien and immediately all the feelings of the night hit her as if it was the first time. honesty pouring out of her mouth she cut straight to the point, “so you like love her?” she began. now that the ice was broken, there was no stopping those cracks from running wild through ivy. the past month had been filled with enough drama to shatter her, and now without julien to serve as that glue to fill those fractures, it felt like every breath she took stung, reminding her of those unseen gashes scattered across her heart and soul. “you’re a liar, julien. you like lied to me. you lied to rory.”  she listed, not bothering to conceal the rising levels of volume in shaking voice. he had hurt her before, that was true, but never had ivy lashed out like this. never had she stood up for her heart. even with rage driving her forward, the pain in her tone was unmistakable as she threw her hands from her hips and gestured frantically, “what’s the point? like what do you get from this? am i just for you to use when you like get tired of your girlfriends? i don’t get it!”

Julien never thought he’d say this, but for once? He was actually kind of glad to be cast in a supporting role rather than a lead. After the events that had transpired in the choir room minutes before their first Mamma Mia! show, his head was not in the game. How could he get into character when all he could think about was Rory’s face after she caught him making out with Ivy? How could he get on stage with Ivy and make out with her knowing Rory was probably watching in the wings? He could almost hear his brother’s voice in his head telling him to be professional and to grow up. He had no other choice, did he? He had to deliver. All the emotional turmoil he was experiencing—the guilt, the shame, the regret—it would have to wait. Tonight he was Sky. He was in love with Sophie and they were going to get married. He was happy. So naively, blindly, stupidly happy. Somehow Julien managed to push through his own mental blocks and perform. He wasn’t sure how exactly...in fact, by the time act one came to a close, he barely remembered what had just happened. It was like some other person had taken over his body for the first hour of the show and had gone through the motions for him. He was grateful for the break though. He viewed the impending fifteen minute intermission as a haven, an escape from the mess he had created, and a moment to catch his breath. The second the curtains closed to signify the end of the first act, Julien found his backpack backstage and dug through it for his phone until someone seized him by the arm and started pulling him away. He froze when he realized it was Ivy tugging him through the hallways of McKinley without saying a word. “What are you doing?” he whisper yelled, suspiciously looking around for any spectators as she dragged him past the lockers until they were back at the scene of their crime. The longer they stood there staring at each other in silence, the louder the rattling in Julien’s chest got. He could feel the tips of his ears starting to burn while the back of his neck got hot. This was terrible. He had no idea what to say and clearly, given the amount of times it looked like Ivy was about to say something and ultimately didn’t, she didn’t know what to say either. Finally, she spoke. Her question threw him. “I—what?” he asked, genuinely confused. What was she talking about? Oh. Yeah. In the heat of the moment, in a feeble attempt to mask his fuck up, he said he loved Rory. Before Julien could even answer, before he could tell Ivy that he wasn’t sure how he felt, she was cutting in with another statement. When she called him a liar, he felt his stomach knot. He knew Rory had every right to be upset, but why was Ivy so mad at him? They’d been in this same position before and last time? She’d been somewhat on his side...or at least on the same page. “I didn’t lie to you,” Julien insisted, furrowing his eye brows as he took a cautious step closer to her, “you told me to lie to Rory. You said I shouldn’t tell her.” He could see that she was getting angry, which made him feel even more guilty, but also a little bit defensive. Hadn’t they both done this? Once Ivy started getting frantic and hurling more accusations at him, Julien’s eyes widened in shock as he waved his arms around frustratedly. “Hang on,” he interrupted, stuttering and stumbling to get his agitated thoughts out, “I used you? You kissed me first! And what was I to you? Just like...some rebound or something because you were sad?” he asked, not even sure what point he was trying to make exactly. “And I wouldn’t use you, I’m not that kind of guy. You know this thing,” he gestured between himself and Ivy, ‘this thing’ meaning them, “it’s...complicated, okay?! I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know what you want me to say right now. I’m sorry. What we did was really messed up to Rory and I have to make it up to her.”

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@DUMBOFASSJOEY: taken before opening night! i could have posted another picture i have with julien taken on another day, but that one is private <3 yes, we’re still friends

@JULIENSCHUESTER: joey how many times have i told u to DELETE THAT????? 

text: julien + rory

RORY: [8:10PM] tbh i dont really want to

RORY: maybe after all this musical stuff is over with but i'm just like not ready ig?

JULIEN: i understand

JULIEN: ok

JULIEN: will u text me when ur ready?

JULIEN: im really sorry

text: julien + rory

JULIEN: hi

JULIEN: i kno ur mad whcih is completely understandable but i rly think we shud talk

the winner takes it all ( ivy + rory + julien )

𝚆𝙷𝙾:  @julien-schuester && @roryslade​ && @ivystjamess​ 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽:  the evening of thursday, august the sixth 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴:  choir room, william mckinley high school for the performing arts 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃: ivy is uncharacteristically nervous for opening night, like always, julien is there for her, but this time rory’s just around the corner. 

POSSIBLE TWS: CHEATING

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julienschue: august 4th. what a night!

text: ivy + julien

IVY: omg jules ur ltrly like evil

IVY: ok, fine, u would be a good husband

IVY: good? r u coming?? i need 2 like tell my parents unless u wanna climb my house

JULIEN: thank u

JULIEN: ya im omw!!!

JULIEN: climb ur house and risk breaking my precious bones? fat chance!!!

text: ivy + julien

IVY: 🙄🙄🙄

IVY: not that i like NEED u 2

IVY: but do u wanna like come over? we could watch something that isn't saved by the bell since i like kinda picked last time?

IVY: eli is like @ our g+g's so she won't like shut u out

IVY: u can say no tho

JULIEN: say no more

JULIEN: On my way!!!!!

JULIEN: wait

JULIEN: u gotta say id be a good husband tho

text: ivy + julien

IVY: idk if u can help in anyway

IVY: but like thank u 4 being here

IVY: u always r when it matters 🥰

JULIEN: no need to thank me legs

JULIEN: 😘 id prob make a good husband then huh

JULIEN: lmk if u think of anything u might need seriously

JULIEN: im just at home rn not doing anything so im at ur disposal

text: ivy + julien

IVY: ya it just sucked like kinda threw me off 4 the whole day ig

IVY: but im glad u think she's like... just crazy

IVY: ya i wish u could 2 ):

IVY: it'll be ok tho i think i got the point across when i asked her 2 leave

IVY: it just isn't fair like every1 is acting like im the bad guy in this situation /:

JULIEN: thats so valid

JULIEN: shes def crazy like the craziest

JULIEN: good im glad u stood up for urself

JULIEN: ur not the bad guy ivy. everyone wants to act like they know everything but u r not the bad guy and anyone who thinks that is so wrong. baby puckerman is leos like only friend and she probably has a weird crush on him which is why shes being mean to u about him

JULIEN: how can i help?