Chapter 1- The Enemy

Part I- Aria

Aria Montgomery had always loved going to bars.

Not for the abundance of alcohol or the corny karaoke nights, but for the people watching she often entertained there.

All different kinds of people would show up there for whatever reason and Aria simply loved just observing them, trying to find reason for why they would be there. Most of the time, Aria realised that people were just there to drink, but there would be times when people would show up and drown their sorrows away in the vast presence of alcohol. It was quite a sight to behold sometimes.

Alternatively, there were also people who arrived purely because they had nowhere else to go at that present time.

Like her.

School was about to start, her junior year, and she had nothing to do. The last day of summer vacation and she was bored. Aria had spent the rest of the summer hanging out with her best friends and her twin brother, but none of them were available that day. Aria was kind of glad. She loved them dearly, but she needed some time to refresh herself before the school year began.

She took a seat at the bar and waited patiently for the bartender to come and serve her. She was not there for the alcoholic beverages, but she was hungry.

"Can I get a veggie burger please?" She asked politely. The man nodded and went to prepare it.

"It's nice to know that somebody else appreciates veggie burgers," A voice called to her from across the bar. Aria turned and gasped.

In her line of sight was a beautiful man with blue eyes and a charming smile that lit up the room. He was staring directly at her with a grin. Aria's stomach did a flip as she realised that he was the epitome of Prince Charming.

"Yeah, well, when you don't eat meat and your little brother worships burger joints, you sort of have to make your peace with them," Aria explained briefly. The man laughed. Aria noted that he couldn't have been more than four years older than her. He had a boyish charm about him which she appreciated, but also a seemingly vast wealth of intelligence behind his ice blue eyes.

"I'm Ezra," Ezra introduced warmly.

"Aria," Aria replied; she was surprised that there was no formal handshaking or whatnot. It was just two people talking at a bar.

"What a lovely name," Ezra remarked which made Aria blush. Her name was relatively uncommon; sure she had heard many compliments about the eccentricity of it or how nice it sounded, but a compliment from Ezra really seemed to beat out all of the rest of them.

"Thank you. My mother chose it."

From there, Aria was surprised with how many topics they flew through. Literature, fashion, entertainment, music. They seemed to discuss their entire lives and Aria had not even realised that her burger arrived in front of her.

"Your banquet, milady," Ezra pointed to her burger and curly fries with a smirk.

"Oh, I didn't even notice," Aria said sheepishly as she grabbed a curly fry. She pushed the plate between them as a gesture of sharing and Ezra smiled gratefully, grabbing a few fries for himself.

"So what have you majored in?" Ezra asked and Aria paled.

He assumed very presumptuously that she was in college. Sure, she didn't look sixteen, but neither did she look twenty one or thereabouts. Aria thought for a short moment about her reply. She didn't know whether to lie and make up a major or stick to what she thought that she was going to major in. It wouldn't be a lie, per say, but more of a prediction.

"I'm learning toward English," She admitted and his face lit up. She felt as though she had just won a grand prize.

"That's what I'm teaching!" Ezra sounded delighted that they were in the same field.

Aria could not explain her overwhelming desire to kiss this beautiful stranger that had complimented her food choices, but it was there, burning and itching. So she did something that she had never ever predicted that she would do. "I'm going to go to the bathroom now…and you know, that's where I'll be." She ghosted a hand across his shoulder and swung her hips as she walked. She just knew that Ezra would follow. Not in an arrogant way, but just a connection that she felt. She knew that he had felt it too.

Aria had barely even closed the door to the bathroom when it had opened again. Ezra stood, radiating lust, and she could not hold out any longer.

Their lips connected with a fiery passion, hands frantically wandering across each other's bodies in a haze of lust. Aria's fingers wove through Ezra's hair as his found her waist. She jumped up on the sink counter and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in closer to her. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt but, before he could whip it off, her phone buzzed rapidly in her pocket.

She had a rule with her brother: never ignore a phone call or a text message. It was imperative in their family that they could always contact each other.

Aria unlocked her phone and read the text message that waited for her.

Ever wonder what the people closest to you are hiding? They said blood is thicKer than water, bUt whoeveR said thaT obviously had never met the Montgomery's. –A.

Aria stared at the text for a moment and paled. She had always been one for puzzles and riddles so, when one was presented right in front of her nose, she could figure it out easily. The capitalised letters spelled out a name.

Kurt.

Her twin brother.

As Aria puzzled over what Kurt could be hiding, she shook her head, realising that Ezra was probably looking at her like she was mad. There they were, about to hook up when she started to pay more attention to her cellular device than to the gorgeous man in front of her. "I'm sorry, Ezra. I have to go and deal with this." She really regretted having to go but, if Kurt needed her, she would be there.

"No worries. I don't suppose I could get your number…maybe call you so we can finish where we left off?" His hand trailed up her thigh. Aria shivered at the contact and nodded unevenly.

"Yeah, of course."

They traded phones and inputted their respective phone numbers in them.

"I guess I'll see you around," Ezra winked before leaving the bathroom.

Aria slipped her phone back inside her pocket and left the bar, driving towards her home with a worried expression on her face the whole way there.

Was Kurt in trouble? Usually, she got a bad feeling in her gut when Kurt was hurt. It was some sort of twin connection thing, according to Spencer Hastings, one of her best friends and the smartest person she knew. Aria had no feeling in her gut. A small voice in the back of her mind suggested that Kurt was causing the trouble and that theory had correlated with the text from –A that Aria had received.

Ever wonder what the people closest to you are hiding?

It was not like Kurt to keep secrets from her. They grew up joined at the hip, they told each other everything. Aria was the first person to know that Kurt was gay and Kurt was the first person to be consulted when Aria had put a pink streak in her hair. Kurt's instincts had tried to dissuade her from completing the highlights and she had not listened. She didn't regret it, though. Her individuality was something she admired about herself. There wasn't a lot of that to go around in Rosewood.

As she parked outside her house, she wondered what was lying in store for her and her brother and, more importantly, who this –A person was.

Part II- Kurt

Kurt cursed his scatter brained nature as he drove towards Hollis College with his father's lunch for the day. Ella, his mother, had prepared a special chicken salad sandwich and had left it on the island for Byron, his father, to take. Byron, as usual, had forgotten it, along with his wallet.

So, to make sure that Byron Montgomery, Professor of English, did not starve, Kurt had tasked with the errand of driving to the university and giving the Professor his food. Kurt gave himself some Perfect Son points before he stopped his car, a Lincoln Navigator, outside the building. The recent renovations to the college had included a multi-million dollar library extension for the students which Kurt had frequented on many occasions after visiting his father.

In the past few months, however, Kurt had stopped visiting his father so much.

The reason being that Kurt and one of his best friends, Alison DiLaurentis, had discovered his father in his car kissing somebody who definitely was not Ella Montgomery in the backseat. Afterwards, Byron had reluctantly revealed that her name was Meredith Sorenson, a student of Byron's. Appalled, Kurt had Alison sworn to secrecy that she would not tell anybody, especially not Aria. Alison had agreed but had advised Kurt to tell Ella before it was too late and he was stuck with the secret for too long. Kurt had taken Alison's advice but had not yet found an avenue to explore the possibility to telling his mother the secret. It would only cause discord in his relationship with Ella. Kurt was definitely closer to his mother and Aria was closer to his father. Their younger brother, Mike, was the baby of the family and, subsequently, both parents smothered him with love. Mike Montgomery was the type to crave attention from his parents and it was obvious to all of the family.

Sighing at father's erratic behaviour, Kurt skipped down the steps and continued on down the stairwell. Before he could go any further, he was stopped by a blonde figure coming up the steps towards him. Kurt narrowed his eyes at the unmistakable sight of the woman in question.

"Meredith Sorenson," Kurt's voice was low and direct. The woman stopped and her eyes widened in realisation, but only slightly.

"Oh, little Kurt. How are you?"

"Cut the shit, bitch. I'm going to say something to you and I am only going to say it once, so make sure you are listening clearly. You need to stay away from my family. I don't care what kind of feelings you have for my dad, you will leave him alone."

Meredith turned to him, snarling. "And I suppose that you're going to make me."

Kurt scoffed, examining his nails in depth. "Please. I have more important things to be doing than making sure you don't remain a whore for the rest of your life. I'm taking all AP classes, the drama club, choir, swimming and French club. You are not important."

"You're so high school, little boy. Wait until you get the big leagues."

"I don't need a diploma to know how much better than you I am, Meredith. Now stay the fuck away from us and we shall have no more of this."

"You know, it takes two to maintain a relationship. Your dad is one of those two people."

"Really? I never knew that. Do you even realise how skanky it is to have a married man's tongue down your throat?"

"Don't talk to me that way."

"I'd do what I like considering you've probably ripped my family apart."

"Probably? Wait, Ella doesn't know? Oh, this is perfect," Meredith sneered. "I might pay Ella a visit myself."

"Don't you dare, you psychopathic bitch," Kurt shot back. Meredith tried to walk across Kurt, but Kurt's hands shot out instinctively.

Meredith fell, arching her back due to the contact her spine made with the step. She rolled all the way down the steps, splaying out on the floor. The area was deserted.

Kurt clapped a hand over his mouth and ran, skipping past the unconscious girl and dropping Byron's lunch in the trash on the way out. He ran down the halls, not encountering anybody and didn't stop until he got into his car.

"What the fuck did I just do?" Kurt whispered to himself being slamming his hand against the steering wheel. As he started the Navigator, his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket.

It was a text from Blocked I.D.

Keeping Daddy's secret AND pushing women down stairs leaves you on a slippery slope. Watch your back, Kurtie. You never know who's painted a target on it… -A

Kurt figured that it would just be best to go home and forget about the text that he had just received rather than dwell on it. He would talk to Byron when he was home and not a minute sooner. He would have to create an alibi. Surely he would be Byron's prime suspect of who pushed Meredith.

When he was at home, Aria was already there.

"Hey," Kurt greeted quietly. Aria simply nodded back. Kurt thought that that was quite strange, given the close nature of their relationship.

"Kurt?" Aria asked eventually after a few minutes of a somewhat awkward silence.

"Yes?"

"What's going on?"

"Not now, Aria, please," Kurt pleaded, rubbing his head. He just wanted to be done with this entire mess surrounding Meredith Sorenson.

"I don't think this can wait. I got a text and—."

"A text? From –A?"

Aria nodded, bemused as to why Kurt got one too. "You too?"

"Yes and, before you ask, I would rather not talk about it."

"Good, because I can't. We need to stick together with this, though," Aria suggested wisely. Kurt frowned.

"But if we don't know what each other's texts are about, then how are we going to have each other's backs when we have secrets?"

"Good point. My…my text was about you," Aria breathed and showed Kurt the text. "What are you hiding?"

Kurt paled. "Nothing. Sorry, I won't lie. It's something, but telling you will honestly make it ten times worse. Could you trust me, Ari?" Kurt pouted.

Aria thought for a moment before nodding. "Of course I can," she whispered.

Part III- Spencer

Spencer Hastings was completely done with academics.

It was 5:43AM and she was still up from the previous day. The Adderall use had been going on for three months now and she was drowning. All of her AP classes were taxing, but it was the familial pressure that sent her over the edge. She could cope with school. She could not cope with the internship for the mayor, taking extra credit classes at Hollis while at the same time juggling her extracurricular activities so that UPenn would even acknowledge her existence. Spencer knew that the fact that three of her family were alumni of the school would not count for much, even with the probably sizable donation that Veronica Hastings would offer following her acceptance into the school. After Melissa's acceptance, UPenn had mysteriously gained new funding for research purposes and a new building to accommodate the labs. Nobody had questioned the anonymous donor, but Spencer was wise to where the money had stemmed from.

Sometimes, Spencer actually enjoyed her extracurricular hobbies. She did the drama club with Kurt and they ruled it. She did hockey with Alison and they had a great time. Spencer was definitely the better player, but merely because she had more at stake. Alison played for fun. She had founded the Historical Societies Union at Rosewood High in an effort to bolster her application to the prestigious Ivy League School.

She tilted her head to the side, cracking her neck loudly and stretched her arms above her head. There was no sign of a yawn. Spencer simply was not tired. She was aching all over, but the fatigue had not yet kicked in. In about an hour, she would be curling up on top of her covers all but passed out from the pills.

Spencer sighed.

She had desperately tried to stop taking them. The only person that knew that she was on them was Kurt, who had seen them in her bag when he was looking for a mint. He had kept it a secret at her request but would not think to tell anybody anyway. It wasn't something one generally spread around the school. Kurt was definitely concerned about it though. He was coaching her privately, trying to get her to be less dependent on them. Spencer had explained that she could get through the school day and her hobbies, but spending time with her family was so emotionally and mentally draining that she was losing sight of why she even tried so hard in the first place. Kurt had been the one to give her the encouraging lecture she needed.

"Spencer Hastings, no matter what you do in your life, you will do it perfectly. You're gorgeous, intelligent, determined, passionate and will reach heights most people in this town couldn't even see with a telescope. You don't have to go to UPenn if that's not where your heart lies. Screw your family if they don't support you. I know you want to go to Harvard, Spencer. Or Dartmouth. I've seen you enviously looking at the course brochures I have at my house. You can do it. I know you can."

Spencer remembered that speech very vividly. It had empowered her and she had been so close to telling her parents about different choices for an Ivy League but Melissa had strutted in, flaunting her news about being nominated to serve on the Business School Committee at Wharton. Her motivation was gone and she was swallowed whole by the mouth of Melissa's shadow.

Spencer was so caught up in her memories that she had not noticed her mother, Veronica, lurking in the doorway, noticing that her bedroom light was still on. She wasn't about to reveal to her mother that she was on Adderall to help her study for Russian History. Spencer's eyes quickly darted up to the lightbulb in order to stall, creating time for a smooth lie. She wasn't particularly proud of her actions, but she branded them as necessary.

"Have you been up all night, Spencer?" Veronica asked predictably. By now, Spencer had already created a lie.

"No, I was reading and forgot to turn my light off, sorry Mom."

Veronica hummed. "Yes, well, don't forget we have that classy brunch with some administrative members of the Board of Governors from UPenn. They originally came to talk about Melissa, but they allowed some time for you to acquaint yourself ahead of next year's early admissions. With this introduction, you will be sure to get yourself a spot, providing that you keep up your GPA and extracurricular activities."

Spencer listened to her mother sound a lot like a preliminary acceptance letter from UPenn while her heart drifted to Dartmouth.

"Spencer! Are you listening to me?" Veronica snapped.

Spencer nodded obediently. "Yes."

"Good. Well, make sure you do your hair. And do something about those dark circles underneath your eyes, it makes you look crazy."

Spencer watched her walk away, clad in Gucci, and fell back onto her bed, seeing To Kill A Mockingbird lying aimlessly on her pillow. She actually had been reading for a little while before she started more studying, but that was besides the point. Thinking of all of the work that she was already doing before the school year had even begun made Spencer restless. Suddenly, her copy of To Kill A Mockingbird was being launched against her wardrobe, landing open with a resounding thud, which seemed to echo in her mind, taunting her.

Instinctively, Spencer checked her phone, seeing a new message on the home screen. Sliding her finger to open it, she squinted to read it.

Poor, strung out Spencer doesn't know how to cope with high school. AP English will be the least of your worries when I'm through with you, bitch... -A.

Tossing her phone at her mattress, Spencer growled, thinking of the newest obstacle in her path to freedom from Rosewood. An anonymous text message person. Great.

At that moment, she resented wishing that she could be more like Blair Waldorf.

Part IV- Emily

Emily sat quietly as her pen flicked across the paper in fluid motions, her cursive handwriting filling the space of her journal, complicated thoughts whizzing through her mind and onto the page in front of her.

Emily had secretly spent a lot of journal entries writing frustrated passages about the increasingly cloudy topic that was her sexuality. She didn't know what she was but she still felt the need to label herself. Seeing Kurt so out and proud had inspired her to face her emotional truth and come out to her friends. Everybody took it very well, including the one person who Emily hoped would have a slightly different, more involved, reaction.

Alison Lauren DiLaurentis.

Her first love, she was sure of it. Nobody had enchanted her quite like Alison. Emily figured that if she spent as much time dreaming about Alison as she did focusing on school, Harvard would not even be a challenge. Emily was completely enamoured, caught up in everything 'Alison'. Her hair, the way she smiled, even down to her fingers.

Emily's latest journal entry was helping her deal with her feelings for Alison. It was clear to her that Alison did not feel the way that she herself did and she was beginning to make her peace with that. Kurt had been interested in people who did not return his feelings and he seemed to be dealing okay with it. Emily knew that the difference was the potency of the feelings involved. The way Emily saw it, she could quite easily marry Alison tomorrow if the other girl loved her back. That was the rub.

Emily's pen somehow never scratched across the surface like other fancy pens did. Her journal had magnificent presentation, though the irony was that she couldn't show off about it. Because the feelings were deeply personal. She could perhaps have shown it to Kurt, but even that was a bit of a stretch for her.

Emily wondered how she sounded poetic in her journal, yet completely sucked at Creative Writing. Every English assignment that required creativity from within her also required more attention from her to make it good. That was more Aria's forte.

I only saw Alison briefly today and yet she somehow managed to become even more beautiful than she was before. I don't know how she does it. How does somebody become more beautiful overnight? I can't deal with how my heart races when I see her smile over at me. Or when she hugs me. It's more than I can handle. For most girls, Alison is the girl who they want to be or the girl who they want to be friends with so that they are protected under her spell of ice. Well she has me under a different spell. I'm pretty sure it's her eyes that do it all. She's completely encapsulating and it's starting to hurt. You know, the unrequited part of this whole situation.

She's all I've ever wanted and she doesn't even seem to notice. Is this what love feels like? Always being on the verge of what your heart wants but never quite having it. I'm still so privileged to get to look at her every day of my life. And be her friend. Even though I'll always want to be more. I sometimes feel like I'm being forced to watch somebody glide across of a thick sheet of ice. And while I long to be skating, too, I'm trudging in the gravel, forced to travel a stony road while she gets to be graceful and enticing. I long for her to say something to me that reflects any sort of romantic feelings. Occasionally, I'll get these glances from her, and I'll feel like she feels how I feel. That makes no sense.

It's like trying to explain a complicated equation when you know you don't know how to. But there's still somebody nodding along like they understand. That summarises my feelings for Alison. They're complicated and I know that she won't understand the way I feel, but sometimes I think that she might. I love

Emily stopped writing as her phone bleeped for the third time in as many minutes. What was going on? The first two were unimportant emails, but the third one was something that Emily took a lot of notice of.

Nobody tells you that when you fall for the Ice Queen, you run the risk of getting frozen. Don't say I didn't warn you. –A

Emily bit her lip, shocked and scared that somebody might know her feelings. She wasn't out to the school. She briefly flirted with the idea that –A stood for 'Alison' and it was an anonymous way for her to acknowledge Emily's feelings and shoot her down without having to actually do it.

Realising that it was too farfetched, Emily sighed and closed her journal, stashing back into her secret hiding place. Nobody would find it there, not ever.

Her feelings were quasi safe, for now.

Part V- Hanna

"Do you want another drink, Sean?" Hanna asked, opening the refrigerator doors widely so that he could browse the options.

"Just some water, thanks."

Hanna ran the tap and filled the glass while Sean began laughing at something on his phone.

"What's so funny?" Hanna knew that she would regret asking, but her curiosity was piqued.

"Oh, nothing. Just something that Alison tweeted."

Hanna was internally screaming.

With Sean, it was all Alison this, Alison that. Sean was her boyfriend.

However, she also knew that Alison was not even the least bit interested in Sean. Actually, Hanna was beginning to get the feeling that Alison was interested in Emily, but she would never say anything about it.

She was definitely feeling resentful that Sean never laughed at anything she said that hard. She could be funny. Hell, she was funny. The majority of the time. Alison was her friend, one of her best friends, yet Hanna began to wonder why Sean was so invested in her. Sure, she was beautiful and smart and majestic and- Hanna suddenly knew why.

She was everything that Hanna was not. That was the issue.

"Are you going to Noel's cabin party next week?" Hanna asked, sitting next to her boyfriend as she placed his water on the table in front of them both.

Sean nodded. "Of course I am. Noel's my best friend."

Hanna wanted to retort with "And Alison is mine, meaning that you shouldn't be into her." Hanna wondered how he would feel if she started flirting with Noel, but then dismissed that idea when she remembered how despicable she thought it was that Sean was doing it. She loved Sean, she thought, and Hanna did not want to be the girl who did exactly what her boyfriend did just to get back at him. She had to be sneakier about this, not upfront.

Hanna decided to act spontaneously and see where her plan got her. "Right, so we were trying on clothes the other day and Emily was wearing this gorgeous purple dress that really highlighted her boobs. I forgot how big they actually were!"

Sean hummed noncommittally.

Hanna smirked. "Oh, and Alison had on this yellow top which totally complements her figure. I really liked it on her."

Sean lifted his head. "Oh, really? I haven't seen it on her." It was almost an accusation. Hanna decided to implement Phase Two.

Her lips attached themselves onto Sean's neck, getting the spot that he loved and the one that drove him insane when she kissed it. He moaned slightly before shifting in his seat. She ran a hand up his shirt before taking it off completely. She loved the sight of his muscles flexing as he adjusted to being shirtless. She had only seen him without his shirt once before and that was a complete accident. Hanna was surprised that he hadn't stopped her by now. Maybe he was into her. Or at least into sex with her.

"Hanna, stop, stop," Sean urged.

Hanna rolled her eyes where he couldn't see her. There it was.

"What's wrong? Are you cold?"

"No, I don't want to do this." Well, that was blunter than she was used to him being.

"Is this about your dad?"

Sean shook his head 'no'.

Hanna's voice became quieter. "Is this about Alison?"

"Alison?" Sean's voice was higher than usual. Hanna knew him well enough to know that that was his tell for when he was lying.

Hanna was about to reply that he was lying, but her phone stopped her. Being as high on the social pyramid as she was, Hanna knew that every notification on her phone was crucial to answer. Be it a new fashion trend or shopping excursion from Kurt or a friendly joke from Alison (she was actually a really funny girl), it was important that she stay on top of her social reign. The one that the six of them shared.

Looking at the addresser, she saw Blocked I.D. and an uneasy feeling rose in her gut.

Hefty Hanna is gone but that still doesn't mean that she'll get her guy. Maybe the Ice Queen does win after all… -A.

Hanna did not quite know what to make of the text. A stinging feeling presented itself behind her eyes and she knew that tears would soon follow it.

"You need to leave, Sean," she commanded emotionlessly.

"Why?"

"My Mom will be back soon and I need to get ready because we're going out to dinner," Hanna lied easily. Sean wasn't the smartest guy, he never usually picked up on when people were lying. Or perhaps he was just too trusting and didn't expect those in his life to need to lie to him. Hanna wouldn't need to if he wouldn't covet her best friend. It was that simple.

After dramatically slamming the door after Sean's exit, Hanna sat on the second step leading up to her room and bit her lip, feeling the silent tears fall from her eyes.

"I'm never good enough," she muttered to herself.

Part VI- Alison

Alison loved the mall.

Not so much for shopping because she usually needed Kurt with her to point out the more trending items, but for the opportunity for social dominance.

She was insanely glad that she was on top of the pyramid at school, because she had no idea who she would be if not for her position in the hierarchy.

Alison loved to strut about the mall in her heels, hearing the click of them against the cold floor, all the while watching everybody shoot admiring glances at her as they passed by.

Alison knew that she probably appeared arrogant and selfish to some, but her popularity meant a lot to her because it meant that she had a reason to do things. She craved the attention of her parents so that she didn't get lost in the maelstrom that was her family being successful. Jason had gotten into and graduated summa cum laude from Princeton. Alison was smart but she definitely wasn't Ivy League smart. She knew that she could do well, but maybe Princeton was a little bit too high for her aspirations to be.

So in order for her to become a success within her family, she needed something more. Sometimes, she got Lucas Gottesman to do her homework for her so that her reports cards shone brighter than they usually would, but her patience with him often reached its limit. She would dismiss him rather harshly, but it was the only way that she could get him to stop following her around. He was a nice boy sometimes, but definitely became too obsessed with her, all arrogance aside. It was clear to everyone.

Also, as much as she hated it, she could not actually be friends with Lucas because of her social situation. People with lesser reputations would have to be brushed aside, unfortunately. That was just the way it worked.

Speaking of, Mona Vanderwall approached, a large smile plastered on her face. It was almost as if she expected Alison to actually stop and talk to her like they were even remotely friendly with each other.

"Hey, Alison!" Mona waved brightly as Alison approached.

Alison rolled her eyes. The pretence was almost laughable. "Vanderfreak. Have you finally realised that your entire life needs a serious makeover?"

Mona winced as though physically struck. "No, I just wanted to see if you ever wanted to hang out sometimes."

Alison chuckled. "And why would you think that I would ever want to associate with you in a social setting? You're nothing and I'm everything." Alison hated saying the words but they were necessary. If she didn't have her words, she would fall into the background, leaving her entire life a giant question mark.

Mona nodded timidly, scuttling away past Alison and went somewhere she knew not.

A low chuckle sounded behind Alison. She turned, her slight paranoia kicking in, and sighed. Sean Ackard was forever obsessed, much like Lucas (though any comparison between the two other than that was definitely ridiculous. They were the complete polar opposites of each other) and Alison resented him so much more for it than she did the nerd. Sean was with one of her best friends and yet, still showed an obvious interest in her. Alison had not yet broached the awkward topic with Hanna, but she knew that Hanna knew. They always did.

It wasn't like Alison was even the tiniest bit interested in Sean, she didn't even appreciate his attention. She would constantly tell him to go away and think about Hanna, but he always took that as her playing hard to get.

"Sean, please don't do this again. I know that you're into me, it doesn't take a love guru to figure that much out. Just think about Hanna. Please."

"Ali, Hanna's great. But she's not you," Sean said, leaning into Alison's lips for a kiss. Alison moved her head back quickly and struck Sean across the face, hard. Alison DiLaurentis was nothing if not a grandmaster at slapping. Sean rubbed his cheek and stormed away.

"Don't be a dick, Sean!" Alison called after him to his back.

Hearing her text message tone, she dug her phone out of her clutch and read the ID- Blocked I.D. Alison sighed. This was just perfect.

What's an Ice Queen without her five stone cold followers? If you don't play by my rules, you'll find out... –A

Alison gulped. This meant that somebody meant business. She always had to present herself as somebody who was not scared of anything, but she was scared of a lot of things. Anonymous texts freaked her out. Her paranoia made it almost impossible to trust people, so she was also afraid of strangers. And this text message combined the two. Also with the subtle threat of death towards one of her five best friends was no laughing matter.

She knew that she had to tell the girls about the texts, so she typed a single line into their iMessage group chat.

S.O.S

Part VII- Coming Together

The six best friends sat in Alison's living room, looking up at the girl in question who had texted them the signal for danger. Their S.O.S signal was created back when Emily broke her arm and needed somebody to pick her up when her parents were out of town. She had taken inspiration from some movie and texted S.O.S in the group chat and Alison had come by to pick her up and take her straight to the emergency room for her arm.

"What's going on, Ali?" Kurt wondered what was so urgent. He also noticed that Aria wasn't quite meeting his gaze whenever he looked at her.

"Well, I was at the mall earlier and I got a text?"

"From –A?" The other five chorused, complete with a synchronous gasp.

Alison frowned. "You guys too?"

Spencer nodded. "-A knows things. Something that only K—you guys know." Spencer didn't want to reveal that Kurt was the only one who knew her Adderall secret for fear of them thinking that she didn't trust them because she did. With her life.

Kurt nodded solemnly, as did Emily. "I have a feeling that whoever is doing this is not playing around. If we are to find out who these texts are from, we need to be on the lookout for anybody who might be listening into your conversation or even reading your class notes over your shoulder. This person is apparently sneaky and knows a lot."

"Kurt, you watch way too much Criminal Minds," Hanna laughed and she elicited a chuckle from the rest.

Alison pursed her lips. "I can't help but think that –A knows more about us than they're letting on. And they're not afraid to make threats."

"What does that mean?" Emily asked.

"My text said this: What's an Ice Queen without her five stone cold followers? If you don't play by my rules, you'll find out... –A."

The other five looked shocked that –A had threatened to kill one or more of them as their texts were not as threatening, with maybe the exception of Kurt's.

"Someone is messing with us. This might just be a cruel joke but I think this is more than that. Someone really hates the six of us," Emily supplied.

Hanna shook her head. "What have we done? What have we possibly done as a group that would make someone hate us?"

Spencer bit her lip. "Could this be Jenna? We did…blind her, after all."

Alison shot Spencer a warning glare. "Spencer, we promised never to talk about that night again. It's not Jenna."

"How are you so sure?" Aria asked, speaking for the first time.

"I just am. This doesn't feel like something Jenna would do. Jenna Marshall is nothing if not blunt about her hatred."

Kurt stopped suddenly. "Is Jason in?"

Alison frowned but nodded. "Why?"

Kurt blushed. "Well, we don't exactly want people hearing this, do we?

The others nodded, though Alison continued to frown for a few seconds before leading them into the backyard. Seeing only three chairs out, Alison went to the shed. Kurt, being the gentleman that Ella had raised him to be, offered to get the chairs. Alison offered them to Emily, Hanna and Aria as Kurt opened the shed door.

The large shape that fell at his feet startled him and caused him to shriek rather loudly.

Flies buzzed around his head as Kurt looked properly at the shape on the ground.

It was Jenna Marshall.

Lying motionlessly with her glasses removed and her eyes wide, Kurt almost vomited his lunch in the nearby grass. "Guys!"

The five ran over to him, covering their mouths and noses at the sight and smell.

All at once, as if planned, their phones buzzed together. The vibrations echoed across the garden as Emily pulled out her phone.

"Oh my God."

"It's from –A," Spencer clarified.

"There's one for all of us," Emily supplied.

"No, it's the same one."

Kurt read it aloud. "It's a good thing you all look fabulous in orange, because you bitches are all going down for her murder. That's a promise I'll keep. I know everything. –A

Author's Note: OKAY! This is just a notice. I have several ideas which I have planned. What I am in the middle of doing is writing the first chapters of them while I have the ideas and then posting just the first chapter. I will finish my existing stories before continuing with the new ideas! Once I'm done (which I doubt is in the near future), then I will continue with the rest. Okay? I have real good plans for these new ideas and I hope you guys like them. So this is my new PLL/Glee crossover which obviously features Kurt in the central Glee role. No other Glee characters are set to make an appearance. I know this makes it barely a crossover, but it's still a crossover between worlds. He is no longer Kurt Hummel, he is Kurt Elizabeth Montgomery! So this is my introduction and I shouldn't update for a while. If I do, it's because I've slipped and have no ideas for existing stories!

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