The Devil Has A Name
Kurt, Quinn, Santana and Puck have all got things to hide. They assume their secrets are safe until one day, everything changes. Suddenly an anonymous persona knows everything about them and won't stop until their lives are effectively ruined. Rated M for mature themes. Pairings to be detailed inside. Set after Furt, but Kurt never moved to Dalton.
Okay, so this is like the 10000000000000000th Pretty Little Liars themed story in another fandom, but I've wanted to do a full length one of these for a while, but haven't had the right story. I have the right story now, all planned out until the end. Unless anything changes, which I heavily doubt, this will be 20 chapters. I have the plan, I just need to work out the specifics and logistics and then write it. This story will be from the viewpoints of its protagonists: Kurt Hummel, Quinn Fabray, Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman.
Pairings:
Kurt/Sam, Kurt/Puck, Kurt/Will, and some Kurt/Blaine. Mentions of Kurt/Finn. But no, Kurt is not a slut in this story. He…just gets around. ;) Santana/Brittany, mentions of Santana/Puck. Mentions of Quinn/Puck.
This first chapter is just an introduction to the story, but more detailed ones will come soon. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 1- Fresh
Kurt POV
Hello, I'm Kurt Hummel!
I'm a student at McKinley High and let's just say that I would rather not be here at all. The treatment I get from like 93% of this school is atrocious and, of course, I dish out the exact same amount of disrespect that I encounter each day. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a horrible person whatsoever, I just really believe in the karmic retribution system. If people wrong me, I'll wrong them until they understand that messing with me just results in their humiliation because of my scathing words and quick wit. They don't understand what I'm saying and I don't expect them to. Making them feel as inferior as they make me feel on a daily basis is enough from me.
The thing with me is that apologies go a long way. Take Noah Puckerman for example. He was once my worst bully, now he's a really close friend of mine. A really close friend. But that's neither here nor there, he's just an example. Anyway, as I was saying, if any of these narrow-minded cretins even bothered to apologise in a semi-coherent manner, I would consider starting afresh, without the ridicule and the torture. I would be nicer to everybody in return. But apparently, nobody wants that. No, apparently humiliating the gay kid is so much more fun that carrying on with their day without bothering to even notice my existence. I would rather be invisible to them then in their spotlight but bullied every day. It needs to stop, now. But how? I can't make it happen.
I know a lot of people at this school hate me, that's fact, but besides the jocks, nobody has done anything worse than calling me a 'fag' over anonymous phone calls to both me and my father. This, by the way, affects nobody. At least they get charged for the call. That's a bonus. People think they can get to me by open hate rather than go all Mean Girls on me and play nasty.
That said, I do have quite the number of secrets hidden away in my mind. Just between you and me, I'm not the innocent little princess everyone seems to think I am. I'm not a virgin. I should have a criminal record, but I'm too sly to be caught. I should be despised by my stepbrother, but again I'm too sneaky. Well, he's just very…slow. I also should have leverage over my main tormentor but my damn morals are preventing me from acting on what I know.
So there, I'm not a prissy little fuckwit that people label as 'flaming' and get on with their lives without. Oh no, I'm the main source of bullying "entertainment" and the keeper of many secrets. But why am I telling you this? I'm supposed to be studying, I'm in the library after all.
Suddenly, my phone bleeps. Shit, it never rings in the library. Or at school unless I'm texting somebody, which I'm not at the moment. I get it out and stare at the ID- Unknown Sender. Fuck, now anonymous texting is here? Fucking jocks and their ways.
But it's not the jocks.
Hey Kurtie!
How's my fabulous BFF doing? Just a little heads up. I know all of your secrets, yes even the big ones. So I own you now, bitch. Watch your step or you'll fall into my web. Speak to you soon, buddy!
Kisses!
-A
Who. The. Fuck. Is. A?
Quinn POV
Let's face it, I'm Quinn Fabray, I'm the most popular girl in school. Santana deludes herself into thinking that she's the HBIC, but everyone knows that I am. I, alone, am the top dog once more. After my pregnancy, I should've still been the outcast girl, but with no baby bump and with added stretch marks, but I used some special cream to prevent them and now I'm back on top. Of the pyramid. It was quite a shock when I was basically hoisted back up to the throne rather than sitting as the court jester to Santana's monarchy. She basically just held the fort while I was on hiatus. She did a…good job I guess, but she wasn't as effective as me, but then again, who could ever be as effective as me? I'm fucking Quinn Fabray.
At least I think I am.
Behind everything, am I really who I'm so desperate to be? There's another side to me, the side I repressed a while ago, but she's still present, lurking at the surface of every bad feeling I have about myself. She crops up every now and then when I'm having a little bit of a down day. The horror.
But that's a secret that stays forever with me and is shared with nobody. Alongside some other precious gems that I would just love to keep quiet. As long as I'm the rightful ruler of the school, nobody can even touch me or my secrets. I'll take it to my grave and it will be shared with not one other person ever. Nobody needs to know anything about that. I'm sure I'll develop less important secrets over time, but this is my biggest one. Well, kind of. There's the love interest, the secret disorder and then the other identity. They're my three biggest loads. But they're not me.
They're part of who I've become, but they're nothing to do with how I am today. They're always a part of my core, but I've blocked them out. If the repression doesn't work then I'll have to live with them always being there. It's okay, though. I'm perfectly fine with that. As long as word doesn't travel, I'll do whatever it takes.
I'm sat in the locker room after Cheerios practise. It's been 3 hours so I decided to check my phone, which did not turn out to be a good decision. Ooh, I have a new text message. From Unknown Sender. Unknown fucking sender? I had so many of these during my pregnancy stating that my baby was going to be diseased because of my age and promiscuity. I know that Kurt gets some because of his sexuality, but they're rare, I guess, for me.
Hey, Q (Even though that's not your real name).
Hello, my pretty little Quinnie! How do you feel about sharing your biggest secret with the rest of Lima? Unenthusiastic as I imagine? Good. Keep quiet about this message and they'll stay safe with me. Or you can flush your reputation down the toilet ;) Hang in there, HBIC!
Kisses!
-A
Who the fuck is this asshole?
Santana POV
I don't know who the fuck Quinn thinks she is, but she clearly has the mind of an especially talented tadpole if she thinks that she rules this roost. It's obvious to everyone that Quinn has the most power, but without me to make her strategic decisions and domination tactics, she would just be nothing. She would cease to exist and be worthless. So basically I keep her afloat. I'm Santana Lopez by the way. I'm hot, I'm feisty and I don't take any shit from anybody. Everyone is scared of me because I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent, the wrong side of the tracks. I'm sure of who I am and I don't live in the past.
If I lived in the past, I wouldn't be able to make it through the day. There are too many demons just lurking in my closet, and that's a really apt metaphor. If I stuck to my past, I would not have the life I have now. If anybody knew about what I've been through and who I am, I would not have the power and high status that I have now. I would be the literal bottom of the food chain. I would be lower down the ladder than Kurt, and that's saying something.
I'm sat at home, flicking idly through some magazines I found under my bed from years ago. I'm so bored, I have nothing to do. I tried calling Britt, but she's busy with her parents doing some crazy animal shit that I don't really care too much about. I'm not expecting anything interesting to happen, so when my phone rings, I'm surprised. Who's texting me now?
To my lovely Santana,
I know that you think your past is a secret, but we all know that it's not. Well, not to me at least. I know everything. Well, not everything, but I'll find out what I don't know all in due course. Keep your friends close, San.
Mwah!
-A
A? Who the fuck signs their name with their initial? Artie? But how would Artie know anything about me? I guess he is dating Britt and he doesn't like me very much, but Artie's not a threatening guy, not even to his worst enemies. He prefers to work things out verbally, which is oh so boring, but ultimately works for him. I guess I have an anonymous enemy.
Noah POV
As if I even have to introduce myself to you losers. Well anyway, I'm Noah 'Puck' Puckerman and the most badass person in the history of Lima. I've had more threesomes than anybody in the entire town and I'm the hottest piece of action probably in the whole state. If you can find anybody better looking and with better guns than me, I invite you to bring them to me. Yes, please do. I want to meet this so-called stud with amazing arms. They would have to amazing arms to beat me in any kind of sex contest.
I would take this guy down in open territory and there would be no sneaky play of any kind. I'm not one to hide behind things. Well, apart from secrets. I have a couple of secrets hidden under my belt and I'm in no hurry to reveal them to anybody. I would be shunned by the entire school and my reputation would be completely destroyed in a heartbeat. I would be making things with awkward with one of my Glee teammates, although we're not that close anyway, but it would still raise some tensions at meetings and rehearsals.
It's a dull Thursday morning in school and I'm in the nurse's office skipping Algebra with a headache. I'd usually be making out with Santana in a closet somewhere, but she's skipped the whole morning and will be in for afternoon classes and Glee Club. My phone bleeps randomly, alarming me. I look at the message from Unknown Sender. What the fuck?
Dear Noah,
You may think that your reputation is your biggest asset, but a little birdy told me that you have something…bigger to bring to the story. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Failure to comply with my demands will result in everyone knowing your little secrets that you think nobody will ever find out. Welcome to the time of your life, Puck.
Love from
-A
Seriously, what the fuck is going on? Who knows my secrets? Wait, is that a reference to my dick? I know it's pretty big, but every girl knows that. It's not a secret. If it's not, then it's about…no fucking way. If this gets out, I'll be ruined. Let me think. Who's –A? It has to be somebody who has a vengeance against me, but that could be anyone. I haven't exactly touched many people's lives in a positive way. I'm sure many people would love the chance to mess with me a little bit.
But who is this bitch? That's the question I'm asking myself.
Author's Note: So this is the start of my new story! As you might have read above, I have the whole plot planned out, including who -A is. The pairings listed above are all of the pairings included in the story, give or take. And yes it is based on the show Pretty Little Liars, which I happen to adore very much. It will be nothing like the show apart from the -A storyline and some of the secrets will be similar to that the protagonists of the show. Also, you do not need to have watched PLL to enjoy this story! The plot will take shape on its own, without the help of the basis.
I do not count this story as a crossover because no characters will cross universes. Thanks for reading this and review if you enjoyed and want to see more!