"Ryder, you're paired with Kitty." Mr Schue stated, confirming Ryder's worst fear. There was a duet 'homework' this week in Glee club, and Ryder was starting to worry as one by one; everyone was paired off with each other. There were four people left. Marley, Ryder, Unique and Kitty. He prayed for Marley, and hoped for Unique if he couldn't have Marley. Only in his worst fears would he be paired with Kitty. And of course he was.

"Come round mine. No offence, but I don't really want to see your house, or be in it. There's probably a Marley shrine in the wardrobe or something creepy like that" Kitty said as she felt Ryder walk up behind her. Ever since Ryder transferred to McKinley, he'd had a crush on Marley, even though Kitty didn't understand everyone's infatuation with her. Of course she had a nice smile, a pretty enough face, and a sweet innocence to her, but that was all. Besides, the way Kitty saw it, Marley was a poor man's version of Kitty. Kitty could look sweeter than Marley – if she wasn't already such a known bitch. She had a baby face, perfect long blonde curly locks that any sane girl would envy, and not to mention she was ridiculously tiny and petite (and she believed that if she didn't look so hot in her cheerio's outfit, and wore unflattering clothes like her self declared frenemy did, then she'd look a million times cuter than Marley, not that she wanted to be cute. Why be approachable when you can be feared?). She had all the right ingredients to be sweet and innocent and cute like Marley, but she was just too popular, bitchy, mean, and sexy (it's pretty obvious there was an aura of sex around her. All guys found her attractive, and all girls found her looks intimidating), to be anything like doe eyed, brown haired angel Marley Rose.

"I don't have a shrine," Ryder's breathing quickened, as if he was getting a little nervous, "honestly, I don't!"

"Kitty thinks Ryder protests too much" she sort of shrugged at herself for speaking in third person, but it worked on her. Everything did. She was sure it would become a thing if she wanted it too. "I was only joking. You know, you're supposed to laugh it off, not act like a creepy stalker." She'd already had suspicions he was weird. He was always asking everyone who they were texting, and it was really starting to get on Kitty's last nerve.

"Oh right," Kitty noticed that Ryder's breathing returned to his normal rate, "and I wasn't protesting, I just don't want people to hear. You're some sort of an influence and I don't need people thinking I'm a stalker. I don't need that being added to already being known as the dumb guy." Kitty softened a bit, and said something a little out of character, "Everybody loves you Ryder, nobody thinks of you as the dumb guy. They think of you as the hot, tall football player, who's talented and overly nice."

Ryder furrowed his eyebrows, a little confused. He'd never heard Kitty say something nice to any, besides her reflection and Quinn Fabray.

"Thanks". He smiled that big smile that would drive any other girl crazy, and for a second, Kitty felt herself slightly smile at his smile, before realising what was happening and snapping back to herself, "I said everybody, what I meant was everybody else. I think of you as a mixture between Frankenteen and Justin Bieber, with a dorky smile and annoying facial expressions." She walked off in front of him, content that she had proven to him that she wasn't softening to him.

When Kitty got home from cheerios practice, she headed straight up to her bedroom. She was having a dilemma and she really needed to sort it out. She shut her bedroom door and grabbed her diary from under a giant panda bear that she had. Sometimes The Kitty Wilde had problems, and she knew she couldn't talk about it to anyone, she never really had friends before Glee club, and she wasn't too keen on Tina, who she has decided is a Kitty wannabe, being bitchy and nasty to everyone, Brittany who annoyed her because she was ridiculously dumb and she couldn't have a deep meaningful conversation with someone who had the brain of a two year old and Sugar, who was irrelevant in Kitty's world. So apart from them three, the only girl left was Marley, who had turned out to be a friend to Kitty, but still, even after Kitty's relentless nastiness towards Marley when they first met, and Kitty making Marley puke just because she was jealous that Jake wanted Marley and not Kitty, she found Marley's kind nature a little annoying and she couldn't bear to even think of the sympathetic looks Marley was to give to Kitty if she found out half the stuff written in Kitty's diary. So that was Marley off the list. That meant her only friend she could talk to was her diary.

She sat on her bed, crossing her legs and started writing.

Dear Diary.

Today was a good day. I only pictured punching Marley twice. I only pushed three girls into the lockers, and I got nothing but praise from Coach Sue. She's definitely favouring me over any of the other cheerios. Maybe it's because I'm prettier, skinnier and far more superior than any of them.

Although something terrible happened. I actually smiled at Ryder Lynn's annoying smile. I know right. Don't judge me. He's kinda cute, right? Anyway, we've been paired together to do a duet. I was rooting for me and Jake, but he was paired with Blaine. A weird pairing I think, but anyway, that's not how the terrible thing happened, so enough about Jake.

I told Ryder that we'd meet at mine, because his house is probably creepy and full of Marley shrines, and he got really on edge, so I think he actually does have one! He protested that he didn't, but I'm sure he has, anyway, back to the story of how I smiled at Ryder's smile. He then got all vulnerable, which is my favourite thing, seeing people squirm, and said how he didn't want me to say that because I have power and everyone loves me etc, etc, and he said how he didn't want to be the weirdo along with the dumb kid. I totally did something OOC and told him that everyone loved him. Then he said Thank you and smiled and I smiled back and it was all weird because he thought I was being nice, which I kinda was but I couldn't let him believe that, so I insulted him and walked off, and I'm a million percent sure he was checking out my ass, because, who wouldn't?! Anyway, help me Diary. I'm thinking we should name you. I'm thinking of the name Marley because you just sit there all day and do nothing and you have zero personality. Sounds pretty great. Marley it is. Wow, I sound obsessed with her. But I'm not. I swear. As if I'd be obsessed with dull as dishwater Marley Rose. Yawn.

Back on point.. I need help. I actually checked Ryder out when I was practicing for the cheerio's and he was doing his stupid dances he does in football training. I know he checks me out all the time, duh, but this is different. This is me, checking HIM out.

Anyway, I'm hungry and bored of you now. This is Queen Kitty signing out.

Be back tomorrow, same time.

K x