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Title: The Course of Denial (part one)
Author: Me. a.k.a. mugglerock
Fandom: High School Musical
Warning(s): Corn. Major corn.
Rating: PG-13 mostly for naughty language and boykissing.
Pairing: Chad/Ryan (Chyan)
Category: Romance. Incredibly long one-shot (over 12,200 words) in two parts because livejournal broke when I tried to post it all together.
Disclaimer: Yes, I totally own the HSM franchise AND Disney. And if you believe that, I've got just the thing for you! 100% genuine unicorn hair! Guaranteed to grant you eternal life! Only $5,000 each!
Feedback: Please, Sir? May I have some more?

Summary/Snippet: And now for something completely different: When Chad panics, he lies. When Ryan has true friends, he tends to help them in anyway he can. How will this pan out and what, precisely, does it have to do with karaoke and cross-dressing?

In the space of one evening, Chad Danforth had gone from the Lady Killer, the Jock Extraordinaire, and this year's elected Prom King to the Boy Kissing, Possibly Expelled, Closet Case behind the bleachers.

Author's Notes: My first fic for the fandom, but far from the first fic I've written. This plot bunny has been gnawing at my brain for WEEKS. I finally gave in and sat down to write it today. I have this terrible habit of switching perspectives. A lot. But, seeing as it's Chad/Ryan centric, I think it worked. I am my own beta because I have yet to find a grammar nazi as insane as myself. I will have added author's notes at the end of the story to prevent spoilage. If you enjoy, gimme gimme <3<3s.

The Course of Denial (part one)

Chad Danforth let out a sigh of relief beneath the proffered refuge from the bleachers next to the track. He loosened the stranglehold the deep blue tie had on his neck. He pulled the sleek black ribbon holding his hair back, allowing his curls to fall freely in the askance manner they were accustomed.

He let out another sigh and shook his head in remorse. In the space of one evening, Chad Danforth had gone from the Lady Killer, the Jock Extraordinaire, and this year's elected Prom King, to the Boy Kissing, Possibly Expelled, Closet Case behind the bleachers.

And as far as he was concerned, it was entirely Troy Bolton's fault.


Chad should have realized that horrific day back in October was to be the catalyst for the chaotic series of events that shortly followed.

The day had started badly enough. He woke up late. Of course, there was nothing really new there, but the fact that he had missed the bus AND his mother, meant he had to run those seven and a half miles to school. Half way to his destination, the left sole of his favorite running shoes tore, giving his Complete Taranis Puma the look of a panting dog, complete with flapping tongue to mock his misfortune.

Thus, he had arrived 25 minutes late to Ms. Darbus' class. Whoever had been responsible for his schedule during his final year was demon spawn direct from Hell. He was sure of it.

Before he could mumble an apologetic, 'Sorry, Ms. Darbus.'

The woman practically shrilled, "Mr. Danforth! You do NOT interrupt my class mid-lecture when you could not be bothered to be on time! I know this means very little to you, your lack of punctuality makes that painfully obvious, but you will make up what you have missed this afternoon, in detention!"

"But, Ms. Darbus!"

She waved her hand in a dismissive manner as she interrupted, "I do not want to hear any excuses, Mr. Danforth. You will take your seat and attempt to soak in the rest of this extremely important lecture."

Troy gave his friend a sympathetic look.

Chad sighed and turned his attention to the front of the class.

After what felt like hours, but had, in fact, been approximately five minutes, Chad tried to shake himself out of his, what he liked to call, ‘Darbus Daze’. He blinked his eyes and cracked his neck when he noticed a piece of paper with a series of random sentences written upon it on his desk.

"1. Falstaff appears in the following three Shakespearian plays: Henry IV part one, Henry IV part two, and The Merry Wives of Windsor.

2. 1910 was the first recorded adaptation of Oscar Wilde's Picture of Dorian Gray.

3. Death Trap is the longest running comedy-thriller on Broadway


Chad quirked his brow in confusion, he looked around and made eye contact with the blond sitting directly to his left.

Ryan smiled and leaned in close to whisper, "Ms. Darbus gave us a worksheet and has been subtly giving us the answers. You look like you've had a hell of a morning. Thought I'd cut you the break that she definitely won't."

Chad returned the blond's smile, albeit with an imprint of perpetual confusion on his face. "Uh, thanks, Evans."

Ryan chuckled softly, "No problem, Danforth."


As lunchtime finally rolled around, Chad landed himself unceremoniously at their usual lunch table between Taylor and Kelsi. He ignored the brown paper bag he had brought for hiding his face in the crook of his elbow flat in front of him on the plastic table.

Everyone at the table eyed the jock bemusedly.

Since all of their newfound alliances over the previous school year and summer, the nerds, the jocks, the drama geeks, and whomever else made it into their little group had made a silent pact to continue their friendships, no matter the circumstances, for as long as possible. And as far as the romantic angle? Well…

Gabriella and Troy were the only pair to have lasted throughout the summer and into the new school year.

Kelsi and Jason had split on amiable terms a little before school started. They had stated it was because they felt they would be better off as friends. But in reality, it was actually caused by Jason's lack of understanding of Kelsi's love for music and his refusal to change his stance. As cute as Jason was, Kelsi knew she couldn't be with someone who couldn't at least pretend to understand.

Chad and Taylor lasted about a week after the Talent Show at Lava Springs. One evening on the green they shared an embarrassing first kiss, filled with fumbling and a split lip caused by an awkward clashing of teeth. Taylor looked at Chad, mentioned something about an absence of chemistry, and that was it. But when they were both honest with themselves, they quickly came to the realization that their gear change from relationship to friendship, hadn't really made a difference in their behavior with each other anyway.

And as for Sharpay and Zeke, no one had a clue as to what was going on between the two.

But despite all of the drama that encompassed their last summer together before responsibilities and college preparations, their friendships held strong. They made good on their silent promises to stick together.

Everyone at the table looked to each other, unable to think of what to say to the moody jock.

So Gabriella spoke first, "Bad day, Chad?"

Without even lifting his head, he mumbled, "That's an understatement."

Troy laughed, "Well, you should know better than to be late for Darbus' class."

Again, refusing to lift his head, Chad made a rude hand gesture in the general direction he had heard Troy's voice from.

Taylor smacked Chad upside his head.

He finally looked up and rubbed the spot his ex-girlfriend had struck, "Ow! What the? What'd you do that for, Taylor?"

"Because that is no way for Royalty to behave."

He gave the girl his most prominent, 'What the Hell?' face, "How many chemicals did you inhale in class, Tay?"

Ryan laughed and handed Chad a piece of paper. "You've been nominated for this year's Prom King."

Chad read the paper in his hands very carefully. Four times. He shook his head in confusion, "This has got to be some sort of joke. And, dude! Troy's name isn't even on here! What are you guys trying to pull?"

Troy smiled a little sheepishly, "We're not pulling anything, Chad. Well, you know how I've felt about that stupid tradition, and, well, uhm… Don't get mad, but when the Prom Committee told me I was in the running, I kind of told them that I had been convicted of a felony over the summer, you know how against students with questionable morals they are, but if they really wanted a more wholesome candidate, that you were, well, kind of perfect…"

Chad jumped up, "Dude! Are you serious?"

Troy nodded.

"What on earth did I ever do to you to make you hate me so?!"

Gabriella rolled her eyes, "No need for dramatics, Chad."

"Yeh, that's Sharpay's job," Ryan interjected.

The blonde smacked her twin upside the head.

Troy laughed, "Nothing, bro. I don't hate you. But, maybe next time you'll think twice about writing my cellphone number in the men's room at Lava Springs with 'call for a good time' under it."

Chad ignored the snickers from the rest of the table, "Come on, dude! I was stupid, I was immature, I was angry, and it wasn't like I didn't clean it off after you became human again!"

"That doesn't erase the memories of those disturbing phone calls, dude. Seriously, I should be charging you for my therapy bills. You're getting off light!"

Chad grumbled something incoherent and returned to his original position of hiding in the crook of his elbow, pretending the rest of his friends just did not exist.

Taylor shook the boy gently, "Chad, don't sulk…"

When there came no answer, Ryan chuckled, "Leave him to his misery. I, for one, am incredibly interested in hearing more about these phone calls Troy received…"

The combined laughter of the group of friends easily covered up the audible groan from the curly haired boy.


An explosion in chemistry, a tear in his bag causing him to lose his cellphone and the homework he had actually done for once, two dreadfully long classes, and an hour and a half of Darbus barking the lecture he had missed at him while he was forced into manual labor for the drama club-later, Chad was finally released from one of the most hellish days he had ever had at East High.

As he left the auditorium, useless torn bag in tow, he realized he had missed practice and the bus. He was once again stranded without a ride, nor any way to contact anyone. Even if he had a phone available, thanks to the wonderful technology of programmed numbers and voice commands, he didn't remember anyone's number.

He groaned as he began the trek home. He was snapped out of his silent, unthinking daze by a familiar voice,

"Need a ride, your highness?"

Despite the catty nickname, Chad couldn't help but smile gratefully at his friend, "Hey, Evans. If you wouldn't mind?"

Ryan slowed his green convertible to a stop alongside of the jock, "I offered, didn't I?"

Chad nodded and didn't even bother to open the door as he hopped the side and slid into the passenger's seat.

Ryan chuckled and quirked his brow in curiosity.

Chad shrugged, "I've always wanted to do that…"

They drove in silence for a little bit, until Ryan couldn't take it anymore, "So, what caused your little hissy fit at lunch? Last time I checked, when it comes to high school tradition, being nominated for Prom King was a good thing…"

Chad sighed, "Maybe for you, but for me? It's even more shit I have to deal with on top of everything else that's going on."

"Like what?"

The jock ruffled his hair in irritation. "Well, it's the last year of high school, so I've got the stupid homework issue. There's basketball, and this year, the games HAVE to count. Scouts and colleges. Bringing us to the college thing. Looking at schools, applying for scholarships. At some point the SATs, I need to find a part-time job here in the meantime. I've got to find a car. And, I totally wasn't planning on having to go to the Prom, but once my mom finds out I'm up for this, she's going to expect me to go. Not to mention, I probably won't have a date, and that means she's going to find out I've been lying about having a girlfriend. Man, this is so retarded."

Ryan shook his head in confusion, "Why would you lie about having a girlfriend?"

"Because she kept pushing me to go out with these really nice girls she would meet at church, after the third disaster of a date, I just couldn't take it anymore, so I told her I had a girlfriend! I don't have any time for myself right now, let alone the type of time to devote on a girl, you know? I just wish she'd let it go. I don't know, man. Do your parents do that to you?"

"Push me to find a girlfriend? Hah! No, I've been fortunate enough to not have to deal with that issue."

"Dude, what's your secret?"

Ryan shrugged, "Well, they haven't really felt the need to push me onto the fairer sex since I came out to them, so I guess that's my secret…"

"Came out?"

Ryan nodded, "Yeh. Of the closet?"

"Of the… Oh… Oh!" Chad widened his eyes with realization, "Wait, so, you're gay?"

Ryan laughed, "Wow. You must have been the only person who DIDN'T realize that, Chad."

The jock scowled, "Great. I'm the last to know. Again…"

"Come on, Danforth. You're trying to outshine me for best Drama King, and we can't have that, can we?" Ryan's chuckle and attempt at a joke fell flat.

There was a heavy silence for the next few minutes. They finally pulled up to Chad's house and just as he was starting to get out of the car, Ryan grabbed him by the wrist to halt his actions,

"Is? Well… Are you okay with it?"

Chad creased his brow in confusion, "It?"

"Me being gay?"

Chad let out a quick bark of laughter, "Yeh. Why? Should I not be?"

Ryan let out a relieved chuckle, "No, no, I'm glad you took that a lot better than most. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, really. But your reaction was the one I was most worried about…"

"Why?" He was unable to mask the amused curiosity in his tone.

The blond shrugged, "Well, it's because you were technically the first friend I have had in a really long time that wasn't paid or a sycophant. I didn't want to lose that over something as insignificant as my sexual preference."

Chad clapped Ryan on his shoulder, "Hey, big words aside, we're friends. We're all in this together, right? Why should I give a shit if you want Orlando Bloom more than Keira Knightley? That's not my business. Besides, I like you for you, Ryan. And I guess, being gay is a part of what makes you, you, right?"

Ryan nodded, "Right."

Chad got out of the car, "Hey, thanks again for the ride. It was the best thing that's happened for me all day."

The curly haired boy didn't hear the quiet admission of his blond friend as he drove away, "Mine, too."


Chad opened the front door of his house to an ear-piercing screech,

"Where have you been?!" Chad’s mother stood at the end of the hallway, complete with disappointed scowl and hands on her hips.

The curly haired boy cringed before softly giving her an answer, “Detention.”

“This is the third time this month, Chad!”

“I’m sorry, Mom.”

She sighed, “You should be sorry. What did you do this time?”

Chad frowned, “I woke up late and missed the bus, you weren’t home, so I ran to school, and was late to Darbus’ class. And then the rest of the day went downhill from there.”

Her countenance softened, “Oh, Chad. What am I going to do with you? And why haven’t you been answering your phone? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

Chad shrank a little in preparation for his mother’s explosive reaction, “I lost it.”

“You LOST it? That’s the fourth one in the last two years! Cellphones are NOT cheap, Chad! How do you continue to manage this?!”

“I don’t know,” He admitted quietly.

“What on earth AM I going to do with you?” She repeated softly. After a few moments of silence, she tapped her foot impatiently, “And is there anything else you wanted to tell me?”

Chad looked at his mother; worry etched into his features as he answered hesitantly, “No?”

“Something about a certain nomination for a certain school’s Prom?”

Chad groaned. He was grateful that the conversation had taken a less angry turn, but he had hoped he wouldn’t have to tell his mother about it. Ever. “I’m up for Prom King?”

“Why didn’t you tell me yourself, Chad? Why did I have to hear it from Coach Bolton?”

“I only found out about it today, Mom.”

She shook her head, “Oh, Chad.”

They continued their conversation in the kitchen. Chad opened the fridge to find a piece of fruit to appease his hungry stomach, while his mother continued preparing dinner.

“So, I’m assuming you’ve asked your girlfriend to the Prom already? I’m assuming you still have one, don’t you? Because, if you don’t, Ayella from church is your age and very pretty and…”

“Mom? I… Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, honey. Is it your girlfriend’s name finally? You’re always so secretive, Chad. I don’t understand why you’d not tell me that at least. Is it because it’s someone I wouldn’t approve of? Because, you’ve been together for a few months now and you’ve never brought her around. In fact, I don’t ever see you talking to her on the phone or anything. You rarely mention her unless I bring it up. I don’t understand. Most young men blather on and on about their girlfriends when they get them. I was tempted to gag your brother after his first one. Unless, you’ve been lying to me about having one all this time?” She widened her eyes with realization, “Oh, Chad, you haven’t, have you? Why would you lie to me? And over something so silly? Oh, you know how I feel about lies. I had enough of that with your father and…”

“Sharpay. Her name’s Sharpay.” Chad interrupted frantically. He then groaned internally. His panic had set in when his mother had hit the nail straight on the head. And then for her to compare him to his father. He had to assuage her in any way he could. So, his little lie became a little bigger. He felt this intense desire to go bang his head against a wall for saying the first name that popped into his head, though.

“Sharpay? Sharpay Evans? Daughter of the incredibly wealthy Evans family? Oh, my. I can see why you were hesitant to tell me her name. But that’s still no excuse and if she cares for my son, then I have to meet her. You should bring her to family night this Friday.”

“But, Mom…”

“No ‘buts’, young man. You’ve already lost points with me this week. I want to meet your girlfriend, and I think it’s only fair that the rest of the family meet her, too. Now, get out of my kitchen while I finish dinner.”

Chad sighed, “Yes, Mom.” And as he made the trek to his bedroom, realization suddenly hit him. Unless he could talk Sharpay into pretending to be his girlfriend, he was screwed. He shut the door to his room and leaned against it as he groaned a quiet, “Fuck.”


The following day, Chad had blown off his team during free period in order to hunt down Sharpay somewhere in the theatre department. After a fruitless search, he forced himself to look in the last place he wanted to step foot into. The Auditorium.

He poked his head inside and heard Darbus barking orders. He knew Sharpay would have to be inside somewhere. With stealth-like care and a lot of lying on the floor to get back stage without being seen, Chad finally found what he was looking for. Her back was to him, obviously looking through costumes, but the long, blonde hair was unmistakable. He tapped her shoulder, “Sharpay?”

As the blonde turned around, Chad did a double take, “Ryan?”

The twin laughed, “Yeh.”

“Uh, dude? What up with the wig?”

Ryan laughed again, “It’s part of my costume. This Winter’s musicale is set during the Renaissance.”

Chad just kept staring at the boy, still a little dumbfounded, “Dude, it’s creepy how much you look like your sister with that wig.”

“We are twins, Chad.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way his friend resembled a guppy. After a few moments of silence, Ryan asked, “Why are you looking for my sister, anyway?”

Chad shook his head, finally remembering he had been on a mission. “I kind of… Need her help.”

“What kind of help? And from my sister? Unless it’s organizing your closet, or asking her advice for her Christmas present, don’t expect it to happen…”

“Damnit.” Chad ruffled his hair in aggravation.

Ryan gave the boy a concerned look, “What’s wrong?”

The jock sighed, “I kind of, well, really fucked up…”

Ryan stood there expectantly for a few moments before asking, “Well, are you going to tell me how, or are you just going to stand there looking forlorn?”


“Come again?”

“I kind of told my mom that she is my girlfriend.”

The blond laughed, “And why would you go and do a stupid thing like that?”

Chad groaned, “I don’t know! My mom was hassling me about being late, then about Prom, and then she accused me of lying about having one…”

“Gee, I wonder what would possess her to do such a thing…” Ryan interjected with feign bemusement.

“Dude, shut up. I know, man. But, I kind of panicked and just told her the first girl’s name that came to mind. Now if I don’t bring Sharpay to our family night thing tomorrow, she’s going to know I have been lying, and that’s just something I don’t want to deal with.”

“Why don’t you just be upfront now? Because, I know my sister, and there’s no way in hell she’d help you out of this mess. Just tell your mom the truth. I’m sure she’d understand. And she would definitely appreciate hearing the truth from you than finding out some other way.”

“I can’t, man. She’s got this thing with lying. Ever since my dad left us. The lies she believed. She hated herself for so long for being so gullible, Ryan. I don’t want to make her feel stupid again, you know?”

Ryan nodded. He rubbed the boy’s back in an attempt at comfort. This was the first time Chad brought up his father. He had known it was a touchy subject, hence why he never asked. “Well, is there anything I can do?”

Chad stared at the bewigged boy for a few moments. Chad was still astonished at how much the boy looked like his twin. And, as though a light bulb switched on, Chad grinned. A mischievous grin that spoke of an ingenious plan that was probably going to end very badly.

Ryan was terrified to ask.


“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” Ryan said with a sigh. He kept staring at his reflection in the mirror in the Starbuck’s restroom.

Chad shrugged as he moved to lean against the wall, “Just think of it as a test to your acting skills.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one wearing a mini-skirt and a bra.” Ryan adjusted said red mini-skirt and the white blouse. His “hair” was up in a pony-tail because he had yet to perfect any other hairstyle with the wig. His makeup was minimal, but effective.

“And I can’t believe you shaved your legs.”

“Hey! You wanted this to look authentic, didn’t you?” He looked down at his chest, “Are my breasts crooked?”

Chad snickered, but moved closer to inspect anyway. “Uh, I think so, here,” He grabbed the left breast and moved it up a little. He’d moved it too high, so he grabbed the other one and went on his mission to even them out. Chad couldn’t help but laugh.

Ryan sighed, “What’s so funny?”

“I’ve never gotten this far with a girl before. So, do you always put out on the first date, Evans?”

Ryan smacked Chad’s hands away, “Screw you. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m doing this to help you out.”

Chad chuckled, “I know and I’m sorry. You’ll never know what this means to me, Ryan. But it is really funny.”

The blond rolled his eyes, “Just hand me my purse.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Oooh, Danforth. Don’t you dare start.”

The jock laughed as he watched his friend saunter out of the bathroom. He had to give it to Ryan. The boy pulled off being a girl really well.


They pulled up to Chad’s house in Ryan’s convertible. They sat in the car for a couple of minutes as Chad went over the little bit of fabricated history he had given his mom.

“We met over the summer and started dating at the end of July. We’ve been on a couple of dates, but nothing too serious because our schedules never usually work together.”

“Alright,” Ryan was reapplying his lipstick as he responded, “And when you say family night, who will be there precisely?”

“My mom, obviously. My older brother Darren and his wife Katrina. My two older sisters, Liz and Jane. My uncle Jeph and his wife Janet. My aunt Julie probably with my three younger cousins, Martin, Damian, and Christine, and that will probably be it.”

Ryan looked amazed, “Wow. And you all meet up every week?”

“We try to. So, are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” He flipped his pony-tail dramatically and raised the pitch of his voice, “Let’s go, honey.”

Chad laughed, “Shit, that’s creepy. Are you sure you’re not actually a woman, Ryan?”

Ryan smacked his arm and giggled, “Oh, you’re such a charmer, Chad.”

They got out of the car and walked up to the house, Ryan’s arm linked with Chad’s. The jock opened the door for his “date.”

An adorable little girl, no more than six, in a pink dress with the same curly locks as Chad, was standing at the end of the hallway. She squealed with delight, “They’re here!” She ran up to Ryan, “I’m Chrissy! What’s your name? I like your shoes. They’re red! I like red! Can I wear them?”

Chad picked the little girl up and swung her around, “This little monster is my cousin Christine.”

Ryan smiled and extended his hand, “It’s lovely to meet you, Chrissy. I’m Sharpay. And if your mommy says it’s okay, you can wear my shoes.”

Chrissy wiggled her way out of Chad’s grasp and ran back down the hall, screaming, “Mommy? Can I wear Sharpie’s shoes?”

“I’m sorry about that. She’s a little hyperactive, in case you couldn’t tell.”

The blond smiled, “She’s absolutely adorable, though.”

Chad returned the smile and offered his arm, “Ready to meet the rest of the Danforth clan?”

Ryan took his “date’s” proffered arm and reiterated, “As I’ll ever be.”


After the introductions, the family split up into two sections. The men and children all hung out in the living room, whereas the women were sat at the breakfast nook in the kitchen.

Ryan was watching in amusement as Chad wrestled with Damian and Martin. He’d never seen the boy look so at ease before. He was genuinely smiling, and Ryan couldn’t help but feel a little honored to be witness to such a marvel. Smiling suited Chad. A lot. He was so engrossed in watching the curly haired boy, he didn’t hear Chad’s mom ask him a question.

He turned his attention back towards the kitchen, “I’m sorry, Roxanne. I didn’t catch that.”

The older woman smiled. She could tell Chad’s girlfriend really did like her son. “I was telling the girls that Chad said you’re into theatre, is that right?”

“Oh, yes it is. My brother and I have starred in several school productions.”

Chad’s sister Liz made an impressed face, “Oh, how many?”

Ryan smiled, “This winter program will be our 18th.”

“My goodness! You two must be something to see!” Chad’s aunt Julie responded.

“Well, we do our best.” Ryan ducked his head slightly in feigned modesty.

Roxanne laughed, “You’re sweet. Well, being in the theatre, I’m sure you appreciate the arts. What do you think about The Phantom of the Opera?”

Jane and Liz both groaned at their mother’s mention of her favorite show.

Ryan realized he had to tread carefully. He had never been a fan of the musical, but it was obvious Chad’s mother adored it. The infamous mask was hung at the end of their hallway. He didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to be rude, either. “I’ll be honest, I’ve never been a huge fan of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s work, but I loved the way he combined rock with opera in Phantom. And we cannot forget what an amazingly romantic gesture the show itself was. Having one of the most renowned musicals of all time be written as a gift from your companion? No sort of jewelry could compare with that.”

Roxanne nodded emphatically, “Oh, I agree.”

As the ladies waxed on poetic about romance and things of the like, Ryan turned his attention back to Chad, who was now helping Chrissy dress her barbies. He looked thoroughly perplexed at this, and Ryan couldn’t help but laugh. Who would have thought it? Chad Danforth acting cute.


After dinner, they were all chatting in the living room when Darren stood up, “Guess what time it is, folks?”

Chad groaned, “I forgot.”

Before Ryan could ask ‘what?’ Darren continued,

“Karaoke time!”

The group laughed and started muttering excitedly. Julie dug out all of the CDs and started to pass them out while Darren set up the microphones.

Chad sighed, “We do this every Friday night, too. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s dumb…”

“Chad? You’re talking to a performer here. Trust me, I won’t mind.”

“Well, not everyone here is made for theatre and…”

“Chad. It’s just for fun, it’s not an audition. And despite the outfit and the acting, I’m not actually my sister. I’m not going to turn my nose up at anyone.”

The jock smiled in relief. He was really impressed with how well Ryan was handling everything. Not only the daunting task of dealing with his family, but doing it as a girl. He’d pulled off playing his sister perfectly. Responding when someone called him by her name, never referring to himself as a boy, talking about his “brother”. It was Chad who had messed up by almost calling him “Ryan” once. Thankfully, Chrissy had been the only one within earshot and wasn’t really paying any attention.

When Ryan was preoccupied with chatting to Liz, Roxanne quickly gave her son an approving smile. Chad could tell his mom adored Ryan. Actually, everyone had taken a shine to him. It was just so annoying that they had to get to know him as a “her”. Chad knew he was just as awesome when in pants.

Roxanne handed her son a microphone, “Chad gets to go first, and don’t worry honey, I put your favorite CD in.”

Chad groaned in embarrassment and stood up to face the television. Although, he didn’t really need to see the lyrics.

She took her son’s seat and smiled at Ryan, “Chad hates singing, but we know his kryptonite. His one little vice in the form of a band that no one knows he likes except for us.”

Ryan giggled, “Oh, really? And what band is that?”

She smiled mischievously, “You’ll see.”

Familiar chords of an infamous 80s pop-song filled the speakers and Ryan had to try not to laugh.


As Chad wiggled his hips at each break in the song, Ryan watched on in impressed amusement. The boy really got into the song.

“You put the boom-boom into my heart
You send my soul sky high when your lovin' starts
Jitterbug into my brain
Goes a bang-bang-bang 'til my feet do the same
But something's bugging you
Something ain't right
My best friend told me what you did last night
Left me sleepin' in my bed
I was dreaming, but I should have been with you instead.”

Ryan was a little taken aback by the fact that Chad did a really good job of emulating George Michael’s voice. He looked around at Chad’s family, who were all enjoying the show the jock was putting on. And as the chorus came, they all joined in,

“Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't want to miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight
I wanna hit that high, yeh, yeh.”

Who would have thought Chad Danforth was a Wham! fan?

Ryan felt his cheeks heat when Chad approached him during the one slow part of the song.

He leaned in close and softly sang, “Cuddle up, baby, move in tight
We'll go dancing tomorrow night
It's cold out there, but it's warm in bed
They can dance, we'll stay home instead.”

Chad moved back to the center of the living room. The Danforth family let out hoots and hollers for the jock, while Ryan tried, in vain, to stop his cheeks from turning beet red. Roxanne squeezed Ryan’s hand and nodded her approval before continuing to sing along with the rest of the family.

As he looked around, Ryan desperately wished for this whole night to not have been an act. He genuinely loved all of Chad’s family. And as he watched the singing boy before him, he came to the realization that his affections for Chad were changing. It had been so long since he had developed a crush on someone that wasn’t on Broadway or in films, he almost didn’t comprehend that it was happening. But he knew he was going to have to ignore the developing crush until it left him. He wasn’t stupid, the only time the straight jock went after the effeminate actor, was in bad porn. And Ryan knew he wasn’t that lucky.

He joined in with the rest of the clan in applauding Chad’s little performance.

Roxanne stood up and took the mic from her son. Chad took his rightful seat next to his “date”.

Ryan quirked his brow and smirked, “Wham?”

Chad’s cheeks heated in embarrassment, “Shut up.”

“No, I liked it. You sure did give George Michael a run for his money. But what happened to ‘I don’t dance’? Because you sure were doing a lot of hip shaking up there,” Ryan teased.

The jock playfully shoved the blond, “Shut up, just, don’t hate. I am not going to defend my choice in music to you.”

Roxanne had apparently come out of nowhere to smack her son upside the head, “Don’t treat your girlfriend like that, young man.”

“Hey! But h… She started it…” Chad cringed at his slip, but it appeared that Ryan had been the only one to catch it.

Roxanne placed her hands on her hips, “That’s no excuse. Now apologize to her before she realizes what an awful boyfriend you are.”

Ryan tried desperately hard to not laugh at the look of pure indignation on Chad’s face.

“Yeh, kiss and make-up, lover boy,” Darren interjected.

The rest of the family then joined in on egging them on. Chrissy was the loudest, screaming, “Kiss! Kiss!! Kiss!!!”

Chad looked terrified, absolutely ready to cut and run. Ryan shook his head and chuckled before leaning in and kissing the boy on the cheek.

This was followed by even louder protests, “Boo!”; “Come on!”; “You call that a kiss?!”

Chad looked to his friend, begging for unneeded forgiveness with pleading, puppy dog eyes.

Ryan nodded and smiled to let the boy know that, ‘Yes, it would be okay.’

The jock rolled his eyes at his family and leaned in close to Ryan. Before Chad closed the distance, the blond smiled reassuringly.

Ryan tilted his head a little as he opened his mouth slightly to kiss Chad’s lower lip. He felt the jock tense a little before finally relaxing and cupping Ryan’s face in his hands. They continued the tentative and conservative exploration of each other’s lips. Ryan inhaled sharply through his nose. Chad smelled of the apple crumble his mother had made for dessert and a distinct aftershave he could not place. It was intoxicating. There were no tongues involved, he wasn’t sure how far Chad was willing to take the act, but when they pulled apart, Ryan’s cheeks were flushed.

Chad sat there, a little light headed from one of the hottest kisses he had ever been a part of. No matter how girly his friend was managing to act, the fact of the matter was, Ryan was a boy. Ryan was one of his good friends. And the fact that he’d felt more exhilarated with the mostly closed mouth, mere second-long kiss, than the sloppy make out session he had had with Taylor earlier in the summer, was really messing with his head.

Roxanne broke Chad’s slight daze when she handed the mic to Ryan, “I want to hear Sharpay sing something.”

The rest of the family voiced their agreement.

Ryan smiled and looked through the CDs. After a minute he found the song and handed it to Roxanne. “Track six please.”

She looked down and smiled knowingly as she put the CD in.

Ryan moved to stand in front of the television the way Chad had. He snapped his fingers with the music as he sang, “Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bare
You give me fever

When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight

In the morning
Fever all through the night.”

Chad watched in amazement. Ryan was able to continue his higher pitch through the song and still sound good. Damn good. The song was sultry and groovy at the same time. He tried to not think about how beautiful Ryan looked when he sang. Did he always have that type of intense passion on his face when he performed? Chad felt something break inside of him. This insatiable urge to kiss the boy again. He shook his head to snap himself out of it and started to repeat a silent mantra, ‘it’s because he looks like a girl, it’s because he looks like a girl…’

When Ryan finished the song, the group erupted into applause. Roxanne stood and hugged Ryan, “You have a beautiful voice, Sharpay. No wonder you’ve been in 18 school shows!”

As they all continued to gush over Ryan’s talent, Chad closed his eyes and kept repeating his new mantra.


Chad walked Ryan to his car as the night had come to its end. “Ryan?”

The blond’s voice has returned his regular pitch, “Chad?”

“Hey, man. Thanks. Just, thanks again for doing this for me. You have no idea how amazing it was. My mom has GOT to be convinced I wasn’t lying now.”

Ryan chuckled, “You were lying, though. You just happened to pull off getting away with it.”

“Still, I really appreciate it, you know? You were so damn good in there! I was almost convinced you were a girl a couple of times.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself, buddy.”

Chad smiled curiously, “Huh?”

“That kiss? I almost believed that you were totally into it.”

Chad shrugged a little nervously, “Uh, well, you know. Spend enough time around the drama kids, it’s bound to rub off, right?”

Ryan let out a little mirthless laugh, “Yeh. Definitely.”

They stood next to the driver’s side of the convertible in silence for a few moments.

Chad broke it, “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure.”

The jock snorted.

“No, I mean it! Your family is amazing. I really like them. They’re all so, colorful. But it blends together in this funky harmony. I mean, you can literally feel the love you all have for each other, even when there’s mocking and play fighting. You can feel it.”

“Well, they loved you.”

Ryan sighed, “No, they loved the character I was playing.”

Chad laughed, “No, man. They loved you. There was no character and you know it. It was Ryan Evans in there, who just so happened to be in a skirt with a higher voice.”

“Really? Should I go tell your mom that, then?” Ryan laughed at Chad’s look of panic.

“No! I mean, please no?”

The blond chuckled, “No worries. Your secret is safe with me.”

Chad stood there awkwardly for a moment before giving in to one urge he knew he should follow through on. He hugged Ryan and whispered one more, “Thanks” into the boy’s ear.

Ryan kissed Chad on the cheek, “You’re welcome.” He stepped back, turned to open the door of his car, got in, and waved as he pulled away.

Chad stood there for a couple of minutes, rubbing the spot Ryan had kissed him. He whispered to the deaf ears of the night sky, “It’s because he looks like a girl.”


As the weeks went by, the two boys went into denial mode.

Ryan was in denial about the intensity of his crush on Chad Danforth. He tried to not let his hopes wander when, on group outings, the two of them always ended up alone together. That time was always spent talking, or even simply in companionable silence until their absence was noted and one of the others came to retrieve them. Ryan loved those private moments most of all. They may not have been doing anything sexual or romantic in any sense, but when they talked, it was an intimacy that no one else in the group got with Chad.

Chad was in denial about everything. The feelings he had during and after the kiss was what haunted him most. Chad had actually managed to convince himself it was because Ryan’s act had been so flawless. That was, until they spent time alone together, and the urge to kiss the blond would become so stifling, he’d end up texting one of their friends to come find them. He didn’t know whether or not Ryan had a thing for him. He didn’t want to know. He wasn’t ready to face what that could mean.

The day before Christmas break, the two boys met in the parking lot after school to exchange gifts before their two week separation. Ryan and his family were going to their cabin in Canada for the holiday.

Ryan dug through the trunk of his car before handing Chad the perfectly wrapped package. “I was really tempted to buy you ‘The Best of Wham!’”

Chad gave a sarcastic laugh, “Funny.”

Ryan smiled and tipped his red and white fedora, “Knew you’d appreciate that…”

The jock poked his tongue out at the boy and tore into the wrapping paper. He revealed a box of brand new Complete Taranis Pumas. The same color as the ones he had torn. Chad was pleasantly surprised and touched. “Wow. Dude, thank you.” Then he groaned, “Aww, man, my gift isn’t nearly as nice as yours.”

Ryan shook his head, “I don’t care about that.”

Chad dug through his backpack before hesitantly handing the blond his gift.

Ryan smiled gratefully as he unwrapped it. He let out an awed gasp as he pulled the lid from the box. It was a plain, black fedora that had been stitched with a photograph of himself and Chad at the bat-toss prior to the fateful baseball game at Lava Springs.

The jock shuffled nervously, “I knew it was stupid. I’m sorry if you hate it, I just, couldn’t think of what to get you, I mean, you’re an Evans for God’s sake, and I just, well, it was the day we stopped being enemies and, I guess I…”



“Shut up.” Ryan smiled, “This is probably one of the best gifts I have ever gotten. Thank you so much.”

Before Chad could respond, he had an armful of blond. They stood there in the embrace for several minutes. Chad could feel his control over his emotions slowly start to slip and moved back. “You’re welcome, Evans. I… You really like it?”

Ryan pulled the hat from its box, threw the one he had been wearing onto the ground, and placed the new one on his head. “I really like it. Like I said, best present ever.”

Chad smiled. They shared another quick hug before parting ways for the next two weeks.


Onto Part Two.


Aaaah! I love it so much!
Onto part two, : D
I'm glad you're enjoying it!
GUHHHH Crossdressing!Ryan is like my fantasy .. thank you sooo much .... i loooooove it
You're welcome! Thank you!
So. Incredibly. Awesome. On to part two!!

Oh! Just one thing. At the beginning you hadI know this means very little to you, your lack of punctuation makes that painfully obvious, but you will make up what you have missed this afternoon, in detention!"

I think you meant punctuality rather than punctuation...
Haha. Yes, I totally did mean that.

just ignore the lj editting behind the curtain

Thank you so much for pointing it out! I'm glad you liked it thus far!
Glee! This was delightful. Crossdressed Ryan was hilarious and charming, of course. And I love Chad's family. :)
Hehe! Thank you very much!

I loved writing Chad's family. I was very very tempted to write them more scenes, but this monster was long enough as it was.
Crossdressing!Ryan = WIN!! <3 I can so see him before me looking like Sharpay, haha. I loved this so much! And I love Chad's family. =D

*onto part two* ^^
Haha. Thank you so much!

November 2010

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