An A/U story (kind of)Hi. This story is based off Pretty Little Liars and involves messages being sent by a person named A (anonymous), but involves the Glee characters instead. However I wouldn't all this a crossover, since it doesn't involve any PPL characters. Then main characters are Kurt, Quinn, Rachel, Puck, Santana, Finn...actually pretty much everyone!

This is rated T for future intense situations, inappropriate manner, and mild language.

Please review and alert/favourite if you want to find out what everyone's secrets are and what craziness will happen. Tell me what you like and what you are confused about and what you don't like. This is only my second story ever.

PS. I don't own any thing from PPL or Glee. AT ALL!

I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Clouds of thick black smoke erupted out of the school, infecting the air. Orange and red flames devoured every inch of the building. The sky was a dark grey, as if it was threating to rain, but it just made the situation more depressing and gloomy. Sirens rang through the air and voice yelled at each other, ordering what to do. And all Kurt Hummel could do was watch.

Kurt, with ash streaked on his face and his clothes tattered from the few flames that managed to touch him as he got out of the building, sat on the dry grass of the soccer field, watching the firefighters drench the terrible flames of the fire out, trying to rescue what was left of the school.

Tears fell from his eyes, as he watched everything that he knew burn up in flames. It was just moments ago he escaped the fire along with the rest of his Glee club, New Directions. He saw his best friends Rachel and Mercedes hugging each other crying into each other's arms trying to comfort themselves. They turned to face him and looked at him, and he felt their pain. But deep inside, his pain was 100 times worst and they knew that. They knew what happened to him and they knew this was relatively small compared to what happened a few weeks ago. Kurt tried not to think about what happened, but he knew he would never, ever forget it for the rest of his life.

Kurt looked away from them and then looked at Quinn. Quinn's face was blank and she showed absolutely no emotion. She stared into space, and Kurt was not sure what she was looking at, but it didn't matter. He knew that her future was crumbling as well, and that it was up to him and the rest of his friends to decide what would happen to her. They knew what she did, but whether they were going to tell someone else about it, was still undecided. They knew it would ruin her for good, but her life hadn't been so great ever since she got pregnant.

He then saw his step brother Finn, who was sitting by himself with his head in between his knees. He heard sobs and shudders coming from him. Kurt knew that Finn's life was ruined here. He knew that Finn didn't want to live here in Lima anymore. No one seemed to like him anymore, and Kurt was having a hard time liking him too. Finn was partially to blame for the whole situation, and even though Finn begged for forgiveness, it was going to take a while for anyone to forgive him. Then again, everyone might just forget about what Finn did, because they knew that Finn felt really bad that his life and future was gone and they might just let what happened slip. Kurt secretly hoped they would do that, because he didn't want Finn to leave and never come back.

The last few months flashed before Kurt's eyes. Oh how he wished that none of this would have happened to anyone. He wished that he could go back in time and fix everything. He wished he could apologize to those he had hurt, he wished that he could make their lives better again, but that was never going to happen.

Kurt stared blankly at the burning school, wondering what caused this to all happen. Why something this crazy could happen. This should not happen to teenagers; their school shouldn't be burned down and they shouldn't lose the ones they loved the most. They should have their whole futures crushed before them.

Kurt reached into his pocket sadly and pulled out his phone. He wanted to throw it into the fire so badly, but he needed it in order to prove what happened. He looked at the last message he received on it.

Meet me in the auditorium right now. Stop everything you're doing and come here. You want to find out who I am, then you better come and find out.

I also have a wonderful surprise for all of you ;)

I'll be waiting bitches

-A

Kurt gripped his phone really tightly in rage and defeat. Sure it was all over now, but the damage was done. All of them had come out of the school as changed people. They had seen the truth, and they could tell it to anyone, anytime. But it wasn't that easy. As a matter of fact, it would be the hardest thing they had to do.

He wanted to have hope that his future would be bright and happy, and that he would live his dream life. But in the last few weeks, he had felt like someone had taken out his heart, chewed it, and spit it right back into him, all mushed up and broken. Nothing would be the same from now on, for Rachel, for Quinn, for Puck, for Finn or for any of them. They could move on with their lives now, but it would be different, and it would be a bumpy road full of hardships and flashbacks of this horrible year they had to live through. They had to cope and mend their hearts and fix their problems, the problems that destroyed their lives and what caused them to end up here on the middle of the damp field, crying and watching the school burn.

Kurt felt a rain drop fall on his nose. He looked up and saw that the dark clouds that were holding the rain release the rain and within minutes it started to pour. Kurt felt slightly comforted by the cool sensation of the rain, but his sadness tripled as the rain got heavier.

Kurt reached into his pocket again, going to pull out his phone, but came across a piece of paper instead. He opened and found four small words written on it.

I love you, Kurt.

Kurt sobbed again. The rain drops fell on the paper, smudging the ink. He folded the paper in his hand, and memories flashed before him. All the good times, all the bad times. Times he was never going to get back. It was all his fault, no one else's, but his. He opened his hand again, and stared at the paper again. The words were hardly legible, but this was all he had left. He scrutinized it then put it back in his pocket, trying to regain his composure but his emotions took him over instead.

The rain poured really hard now. Everyone was soaked to the skin, even though they were already soaked with sweat and tears. The fire in the school had finally dimmed down because of the rain, and the smoke slowly cleared. Most of the school was gone; all that was left a black and burnt skeleton of the building. Kurt was in shock, not from just the ruined school, but from the fact that their problems escalated to this.

How in the world did a few text messages, that revealed their dark secrets, turn into broken futures that would never be the same, their school being burnt, and even worst, destroyed lives that would never be replaced?