Love in Lies,

Written by WickedSong.

Disclaimer : I do not own Glee, FOX do. I had this idea soon after the Heart episode so I'm finally writing it. Chapters after this one will be my usual length, this is just to get the story started up nice and quickly. Please read and review, feedback does mean a lot :)

"I'm sorry Mr. Flanagan but there really is nothing we can do. When this current school year ends you will have to return to your country of origin; Ireland."

Rory could now recite the woman's sentence over and over again, it doing nothing to soothe his current nerves and only serving to increase them by - what was a fair number - a million. He looked down at his feet, which were dragging him to his locker; his locker at William McKinley High; his locker at the American high school; his locker at a school that was not an ocean away. His feelings were all over the place. Of course he wanted to go home. He missed his mum, his dad, his brother but he had made a life in America, at this school. It wasn't fair.

And no amount of life isn't fair would make him accept this.

Part of the problem wasn't even the fact that he had to leave but the fact that he had already lied about it in the first place, then claimed that it had simply been a clerical error. There was no way he could get around that either by saying that that clerical error had been an error in itself because he had to cut his friends some slack, they'd know what was up.

There was no way to hide the lie that he had created.

Closing his locker, Rory looked over to the one across from his, where Sugar was sorting through her books, placing ones into it before closing it, turning around and grinning at him.

"And what are you looking at?" she asked, with a devious smile that he had grown accustomed to seeing. How he would miss that smile. He smiled, taking her hand in his and walking down the hallway, towards the choir room.

"Just the most beautiful girl," he replied, which caused her to blush slightly. She was used to compliments like this but somehow coming from Rory they were more magical and didn't feel as forced as her father's constant reassurances that she was the best. Her daddy said them because he wanted the best for her the opportunities and the confidence and she had both in bucket loads. Rory said them because he saw them truly, because he seemed to never want to miss a chance to say it.

She would never have banked on this in Feburary when they had shared that slow dance at her party. But now it was May and he was still here; and he would still be here, she remembered, feeling happy and light-headed all at once when she remembered a week ago when Rory had told her that his visa had been extended for at least an extra year in America. Who knew what the possibilities of that year could bring? She brimmed with excitement at the prospect of it all.

They came to the choir room and Rory told Sugar to go ahead first, needing the extra moment to brace himself for what he was about to do. For the hate he was about to bring upon himself.

Finally he steeled himself and walked in, boldly. "Mr. Schue, I have something I have to say."

The former Spanish teacher blinked in surprise but then held his arms up, giving Rory the floor. The Irish boy didn't realise what he was letting himself in for when he stepped into the middle of the room, all eyes on him. "I'm leaving."

"No, your visa got extended, remember?" Brittany shook her head at him and turned to Santana. "Does no one else remember?"

Santana nodded, her eyebrows furrowed in suspicion. Great, Rory thought, if Santana suspected something he was definitely screwed with the rest of his explanation. Lying was never going to be an option here, he knew that for sure now.

"No it never did." Everyone else looked at him confused now. "I just assumed it would be. I never thought I was actually leaving-"

"But you-"

He turned to Sugar. How he was able to look her straight in the eye he didn't know. "I lied. On Valentine's Day, I lied. My visa wasn't in jeporady then but now it is."

He would've laughed at the almost prophetic nature of his lie but no one else looked amused and he knew laughter was the furthest thing from their minds.

Sugar's began to shake her head. "No, no, you wouldn't lie to me...would you?" It must've clicked in her head because she folded her arms, and the smiley Sugar disappeared, in the midst of a scowl. She looked around. "We're over." Deciding to look straight to him, she stood up, her heels clicking as she walked over to him. "Over. You lied to me, you lied to them, you are a pathetic person!"

Rory could only stand silently as she barged past him.

No one else said anything, even Santana, but this didn't stop the silent judging faces they all wore, wearing him down.

"That was low, dude," Puck finally said. "And we all know the Puckasauras would do anything to get laid but still...lying about your visa?" He gave the younger boy a look that said 'really, seriously?'

Rory shook his head, finally deciding to go after Sugar, unable to handle the silent glares everyone sent them. He had let everyone down.

Why had he let everyone down?

He found Sugar at her locker, angrily taking pictures down off the door, pictures of the two of them, at the dance, during Senior Skip Day (which they really shouldn't have been at of course), at dinner at Breadstix and one of them backstage before Regionals.

"Sugar-" She didn't bother making eye contact with him as she spoke.

"You lied to me," she hissed as she closed her locker door. "And not only me but to everyone else. Just to get a date with me!"

"Sugar, if you would-"

"What? Listen? What are you going to say exactly?" Her eyes widened as she challenged him, and he had to admit that he didn't really know at all. At first yes, it had been just to be her date for Valentine's Day but then that had led to a second date and a third and then a fourth until finally he could honestly say he was falling for this girl.

And then his perfect lie had fallen apart and he shouldn't have even been surprised.

Sugar shook her head, trying to momentarily forget the image of that dance at her party. "Just don't talk to me, Rory." She went to walk away, leaving the Irish boy to lean on the lockers, and to try to figure out a way to earn back her forgiveness.

That last part is from a photoset I made on tumblr, with my edits and that passage so if it sounds familiar to you, that's why, if you know me from tumblr, at least, haha.

Anyway, I don't know when this will be updated, I'm on my school holidays right now so I have more time but who knows? This is just a little Flanamotta story for all those angsty romance lovers out there who ship this adorable pair! :)

WickedSong x