Glee mega-stars Corey Monteith, Dianna Agron and Lea Michele leave little to the imagination in the November edition of GQ Magazine:
How the hell did a show about high school theater geeks come to be the biggest TV show in America? Well, T&A helps. (That’s talent and ambition, you pervs.)
But so does a generous helping of pot-laced brownies, girl-on-girl subtext, and choreographed dry-humping. Gleeksters Lea Michele, Dianna Agron, and Cory Monteith pull Alex Pappademas into the vortex.
Thursday afternoon in the auditorium at Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo High School in Long Beach, California, and if the twelve relatably attractive young people who play the irrepressible William McKinley High School show choir on TV’s Glee are tired—if the pressure of following up a debut season that spawned hit soundtrack albums, a sold-out concert tour, and a crazy-passionate fan base of self-professed “Gleeks” is getting to them, if they feel like they’re singing and dancing as fast as they can—it doesn’t show.
They’re onstage making serious faces while mouthing along to a Glee’d-up rendition of Joan Osborne’s God-rides-public-transit hit, “One of Us,” which means this is probably the end of an episode in which everybody learns a Very Important Lesson.
But whenever the director calls “cut,” a slumber party erupts. Kevin McHale (Artie) and Amber Riley (Mercedes) and Naya Rivera (Santana) break into dueling Michael Jackson impressions.
Everybody takes turns pushing each other in Artie’s wheelchair. At one point, the sound guy pipes in Cali Swag District’s novelty-rap jam “Teach Me How to Dougie,” and the whole cast does the limb-flapping “Teach Me How to Dougie” dance.
The whole cast, that is, except for Lea Michele. On Glee, she plays the hyperdriven Rachel Berry, a Tracy Flick with pipes, forever scolding her choirmates for their lack of commitment; when everyone starts to Dougie, she whips around and glares at them.
“We’re singing for God today, you guys.”
For a second, it seems like she’s serious. I write down Possible diva moment? Investigate further. Then the giggling resumes.
PHOTOGRAPHS BY TERRY RICHARDSON
