I really wasn't expecting that kind of feedback for chapter one so thank you guys so much! hopefully you're satisfied with this chapter too!

Again, sorry for the mistakes in advance.

"Santana.. slow down. Please, you can't just storm into Quinn's class. This isn't high school, there must be at least a hundred people in there.." Rachel Berry panted behind her girlfriend. Santana's stubbornness was hard to look past however. Santana spun on her heels to look at the smaller brunette, a hand automatically going through her hair,

"you're right. You're right. I just- it's sick Rachel. Someone's been spying on her. God knows for how long. They have watched her change.. Maybe watched her when Puck was here. She needs to know."

"I know she does, but we need to think through this rationally. We can't just tell her someone's been spying on her. Imagine her reaction, she'll be terrified. We can't do that to her, not yet."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Santana questioned, eyebrow lofted and eyes hard.

"Would it be so bad if we kept this from her until we work out what to say?"

"Are you listening to yourself? You want us to keep something this big from her. Rach, she's my bestfriend. I think we owe her this.."

It stung Rachel more than she'd like to admit that Santana had called Quinn her bestfriend. She considered the three of them to be close. Then again, given the situation, she really shouldn't have been surprised about Santana's comment. It made her sick to her stomach thinking of someone on the other side of the camera. It made her stomach churn harder when she figured that said person had been in Quinn's room, touching her things… Shaking her head, Rachel exhaled, "maybe you're right, maybe we should tell her."

"Maybe? Rachel, we're telling her. I'm sorry, but this keeping it to ourselves, was always something I wasn't going to side you on."

"It's fine. Come on. Let's go back to her dorm, there might be more things we need to find."

"So help me God," Santana started as she intertwined her fingers with Rachel's, "if I find this pervert, I'm going all Lima Heights on his ass."

"How do we know it's a he?" Rachel questioned.

Santana turned her head and her other hand went into the middle of her forehead, "babe, you know my Mexican third eye is never wrong. It's a guy." She smiled at her girlfriend before walking the remainder of the corridor. The thought of someone spying on Quinn made her very blood boil. This whole situation was messed up. What had started as an innocent visit had turned into something off of the tv. These kinds of things didn't happen to them. Sure, they all had their dramas, but the fact that someone was watching Quinn and she hadn't had the slightest clue, it made Santana feel sick to the stomach. Reaching the door, she twisted the key that Quinn had left them and stepped inside. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, the ideas of what she and Rachel would find scaring her slightly. And she was Santana Lopez, she didn't scare easy, but when it came to her friend's welfare, well, that was a different story.

"Okay, where do we look first? I mean, what do we even start looking for first?" Rachel questioned, taking Santana's attention. The darker haired girl, twisted her head to look at her girlfriend,

"Remember when I first moved into our apartment? I went through everyone's things? Leave this to me. I'll start with the rest of the shelves and the desk, you look in the closet. We're bound to find something and if we don't? Well, that'll put me in a better state of ease." Giving Rachel one last smile, she approached the desk and began getting to work, praying she'd be met with nothing.

After fifteen minutes or so, she was met with a bitter and unexpected disappointment. "Santana.." Rachel began, pulling out of the closet and holding a shoe box. The Latina scrunched her face and approached her girlfriend, her heart sinking as she noted the look of concern that was etched onto Rachel's face.

"What?" Santana started, taking a seat next to the girl on Quinn's bed. She gently took the box from Rachel's hands and opened it. She didn't really know what she had been expecting. Definitely not what she was met with. "Oh my God," she managed to whisper as her hand went through the contents of the items. Between her fingers there must have been dozens of pictures of Quinn, all at different angles. Santana's blood ran cold, picking one up of Quinn lying on her bed, reading a book, she looked at the angle and immediately went to that spot in the room. Unlike earlier that morning, she was not met with a camera and that thought made her more nervous than she had prior.

"Santana-" Rachel interrupted, "look, envelopes, like the one we saw this morning… You don't think, you don't think Quinn knew about this- do you?" Her voice was so low, Santana had almost missed the final words of her sentence. Her heart stopped beating for a second and she let her eyes meet Rachel's.

"I think she did… Rachel, they all have the time's in the corner.. We need to find the oldest one."

"Why would we-"

"Please? Please, just help me with this?"

The brunette nodded and took Santana's and gently in hers , "Okay."

It took the pair of them roughly half an hour to finally find the first one. The oldest one. It was dated Feburary 16th. Whilst looking for it, they had found various pictures of Quinn. One including what they could only assume as her laying on her bed, wrapped in one of Finn's shirts. Rachel had spotted it first. The blonde was asleep in the picture, but the exhaustion on her face had been evident. It almost made her feel uncomfortable that this sicko had spied on Quinn in her grieving stages. In fact, it did make her uncomfortable. There was another where she was kissing someone, who they both assumed to be Biff, but his face. His face had been scribbled out. With each picture, one of them had tried to locate the camera with no success of ever finding one.

"Feburary.. Rachel, you don't think? No, Quinn hasn't.." It pained her to even say it. "Why would she keep this to herself?"

Rachel shook her head, "I don't know.. I don't understand why she would do that. I really don't. The question now is, what do we do about it and why hasn't Quinn did anything about it?"

"Ugh, why would she? Does she realise how much danger she could be in? This guy has been stalking her for a year now, I just- Why is she so stupid? She's supposed to the smart one. Had the tables been turned she would be furious at us!"

"We don't know the circumstances, Santana. Calm down."

"Calm down? Rachel, she knew about this! No wonder she screamed this morning when she noticed someone else in her bed. That wasn't because she forgot we were here. And you said yourself this morning, she was acting "off". Well, looks like we found the reason why."

Just as she was about to raise her voice higher, the door opened and Quinn stepped inside. A large smile on her face, she looked almost flustered, "I forgot my-" She stopped and her face faltered as she looked at the contents that were spread across the bed. Her eyes met those of Rachel, then Santana, who still looked furious. They both noted that her breath seemed to catch in her throat and that her eyes were now watering.

"You guys were going through my things-" She started quietly before snapping out of it and walking towards the bed and gathering the contents and pushing them back into the box they originally came from. Rachel watched her dumbfounded, the way she scrambled to get everything away and out of sight almost scared her.

"Damn right we did!" Santana yelled, snatching the box out of Quinn's hand and letting it fall to the ground. "When were you going to tell us?"

The blonde wasn't listening though, as she watched the box fall to the ground and the contents spread out across the floor, she leant back against the wall. Tears were falling thick and fast, as she continued to look at the pictures. Santana's death glare eased and she reached her hand out, "Quinn-"

"Don't touch me. Don't touch me. You messed it up. You messed everything up." One hand went through her blonde hair, until both hands went to cover her face. "You messed it all up. You messed it all up. You messed it up." She choked slightly before falling to her news in a pointless effort to try and get everything back in the order that it had been before.

The new erratic behaviour put both Rachel and Santana in a state of shock. They watched as Quinn scrambled on the floor to get everything together. Until, eventually, Rachel bent down and took Quinn's hands in her own. "Quinn, come on, sit up here. Calm down.." She moved a strand of blonde hair out of the blonde's face, giving her a small smile before turning to look at Santana. There seemed to be something they were missing. She looked back at Quinn.

"Why didn't you tell us about this?"

"He said not to.. I'd regret it."

"Who?"

The blonde haired girl lifted her eyes to her two friends, mouth hanging open slightly, as she pushed herself to speak. "Nobody… I don't know. He uhm, he writes to me. I wasn't to tell anyone or I'd regret it." She inhaled, "you guys probably think I'm crazy, that I should have went to someone. I mean, high school Quinn wouldn't have done this. Be scared and quiet.. I just-"

"You don't have to explain," Santana jumped in, "why'd you do that?" She questioned, pointing to the floor covered in pictures, "what's I mess up?"

Quinn sniffed and wiped her eyes, sighing loudly. "You guys didn't notice?" The blonde asked, "the pictures, they had a system. They went in a certain order, and after a certain one, I would be sent a letter..I had them in that order for a reason. It meant I knew when he was coming. But they're all messed up now I-" She paused momentarily. "I don't know when he's going to get me."

"He's not. Quinn, he's not," Rachel ran a hand through her friend's hair, "right San?"

"Right. Uhm, but I still we should tell someone."

"No," Quinn snapped. "This isn't your problem Santana," there was the quinn they all knew and loved, the head bitch in charge. "You're not telling anyone. This is my problem, nobodies else. You understand me? If you tell anyone about this- I'll never forgive you."

"Q-"

"I mean it San, I'll never forgive you. Nobody knows. My mom, Puck, the dean. I prefer to keep it that way."

"I just-"

She stopped as she heard a rustle behind her and yet another letter was pushed through the door. The three of them paused, turning to stare at the envelope before Santana made her way to the door, pulling it open and walking into the corridor, eyes roaming for any sign of life. She was met with no such luck. A small part of her wondered if Quinn did in fact know who was terrorizing her, and maybe, in some sick twisted moment, she decided to protect the identity of her stalker. she shook that thought away, Quinn wasn't stupid. Closing the door behind her, she walked to lift the envelope, labelled in the same "QUINN FABRAY" it had always been. Though this time the added names of Santana and Rachel were attached. The girl sighed as she brought the piece of paper to the bed and sat between Rachel and Quinn. tearing it slightly, she removed a thin piece of black paper that had been folded carefully in half.

"I've never had one like that before.." Quinn started, taking it out of Santana's hands. Carefully, she opened it and looked at the message that was written across it, her breath hitched slightly before she turned to look at the other two.

"Well, what does it say, Blondie?"

Quinn bit her lip slightly before handing it to Santana, "Game on."

Again, I'd love to hear your theories on who the stalker is and now what exactly he has planned! Thanks for reading. :)