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Kinsley sat in the corner of the choir room alone. For the last few weeks, she found herself running out of last period the second the bell rang just so she could get there sooner. And recently, she didn't really sit with Jake. More often than not, she sat with Sam or Blaine. That was unless Jake sat next to her and that was usually when he needed her help with… well… you know.

But today, she wasn't smiling. No there were tears streaming down her face and she had her knees pulled to her chest. Her nose was running and she knew her makeup was caked on her cheeks.

"Kinsley," Marley asked stepping through the door. The blonde cheerleader didn't respond. Marley ran toward her dropping her bag on the floor. She wrapped her arms around her and Kinsley rested her head on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to talk about it," she sniffled.

Gradually, other people came in and made a beeline for the group slowly forming in the back of the room. They all hugged her and cooed in her ear that it would be okay. But it wouldn't be. Because she had to go home tonight. She had to listen to her parents bag on her and tell her how awful she was.

Jake, magically, was the last one in the room. And when he saw the tear rolling gown her cheeks, he pushed everyone out of his way and grabbed her.

"Don't listen to them," he whispered brushing a strand of hair out of the way.

"They- they told me I was an attention whore," she sobbed into his chest.

"You're not," he whispered in her hair kissing the top of her head.

"And I'm not good enough," she choked out.

"You're perfectly fine," he said pulling her back to look at her. "You are you and that's enough." He pulled her back to his chest.

"What's going on?" Mr. Shue asked walking in.

"Nothing," Kinsley said pulling away from Jake and wiping her eyes. She fixed her skirt and extended her hand to Jake. He took it and she pulled him up. Everyone just stared at her as she walked to the front of the room. "What?"

Everyone mumbled something along the line of 'nothing' and found their seats. She whispered something to the band in the corner of the room and then found a spot in the center of the room. Kinsley brushed down her uniform and nodded toward the band. The fact that she had made it very clear from the beginning that she didn't sing slipping her mind entirely.

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice," she started surprising them all already. For a girl that didn't sing, she could sing. "Dug my way out of blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright, welcome to my silly life."

She was good. It was as simple as that. Like, next Rachel good. And she thought she couldn't sing? She must've been delusional.

"Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. Miss 'No way, it's all good'. It didn't slow me down. Mistaken, always second guessing. Underestimated, look I'm still around. Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel like you're less than perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me. You're so mean when you talk about yourself. You were wrong. Change the voices in your head. Make them like you instead."

And she kept singing like that. Belting out the notes like it was nothing. There were fresh tears in her eyes and she continued. She looked beautiful standing up there, absolutely beautiful.

"Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you are perfect to me," Kinsley sang as the song ended.

The second the final word came off her tongue, everyone erupted in applause. Serious applause that's extremely loud. But, she earned it, she more than earned it.

Kinsley couldn't fight the smile on her face.

"I think you've been holding out on us," Mr. Shue said walking over to the girl. "You can definitely sing."

"This week's assignment is," Mr. Shue said pulling out a marker. He wrote the letters on the board insanely larger than actually necessary. Kinsley was kind of dreading it, this would be the first assignment she was required to take part in. "Secrets."

Collective groans filled the room, but no one actually said anything. Honestly, Kinsley didn't mind, she already had a song in mind.

The next day, Kinsley sat anxiously waiting for everyone to arrive. She played with her skirt, brushed nonexistent pieces of hair out of her eyes, picked at her nails, swung her legs and pretty much just flat out fidgeted. Finally when everyone was sitting in their respective seats, her hand shot up in the air and she practically flew out of her seat.

"Mr. Shue, can I go first?" She asked.

Tina muttered something under her breath that she knew was probably nasty, but she ignored it.

"Sure," Mr. Shue said.

Kinsley jumped out of her chair and ran quickly to the front of the room. She practically threw the sheet music at the piano player (A/N: I think his name is Brad, but I'm not sure) and tosses a copy to the band. When she was standing in the middle of the floor again, she tossed her jacket to the side and put a piece of hair behind her ear.

"My secret involves someone else in the room," she said refusing to look at Jake.

He knew that very second what she was about to do.

The music started playing and Kinsley started dancing. The moves she was doing had the desired effect; be sexy.

"Let me know that I've done wrong. When I've known this all along. I go around a time or two just to waste my time with you. Tell me all that you've thrown away, find out games you don't wanna play. You are the only one that needs to know," Kinsley sang with so much venom dripping off her tongue. She came up to Sam with a devilish grin painted on her face as she continued to belt out word after word.

Kinsley grabbed him by the hands and pulled him out to the middle of the floor with her. She moved against him and he smiled at her following every move.

"I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret, my dirty little secret," she sang pushing him back in the direction of his chair. With perfect ease, she danced around the floor. And as the meaning of the song sank in, they were honestly shocked.

"Who has to know the way he feels inside. Those thoughts I can't deny, these sleeping thoughts won't lie. And all I've tried to hide, it's eating me apart. Trace this life out. I'll keep you my dirty little secret. Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret," she sang looking directly at Jake now. Not that it mattered, they had all already put the pieces together.

"My dirty little secret, dirty little secret, dirty little secret. Who has to know? Who has to know," she finished the smirk disappearing from her lips. For some reason, she didn't feel better telling everyone the truth, she felt worse. Everyone clapped for her as she walked back to her seat in the back of the room.

"And there it is," Tina said loudly. "You know, I knew there was some kind of dirty secret behind that innocent little look in your eye, I just didn't think it was that good."

"Tina," Mr. Shue scolded.

"No, she's right," Kinsley said. "I'm not innocent, I never acted like I was. No innocent girl is a Cheerio."

"You've been sleeping with Jake haven't you?" Tina said voicing what they all were wondering.

Kinsley glanced at Jake before continuing. "On and off since the summer after eighth grade."

"You're such a slut," Tina said.

"Hey," Jake said standing up. "Kinsley is not a slut."

"No self-respecting girl would sleep with a Puckerman," Tina said.

Kinsley rose to her feet and looked Tina right in the eye. "I thought this club was supposed to be different," she said. "If I wanted this much judgment, I would've signed up for something else."

With that, she was gone. Sprinting out the door and down the hallway. Jake ran after her, chasing her down the hallway.

"Kinsley," he called.

He caught up to her and pulled her close toward him. She tried to pull out of his grip, but he was stronger than her. So she dropped her arm and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"You can't listen to her," he said.

He pulled her to his chest and she stood there like a stiff rock. She didn't cry, she didn't feel anything.

What did you think? Please review. Also, this is going to sound super weird, but do you think I should write in Kinsley getting pregnant? If so, leave me a review.

Love,

Kaylie