In this chapter we see what Aubrey tries to do with the information. I'm thinking that Mr Shue and Ms Fabray will have a reunion in the next chapter. Don't worry! The truth is close to being revealed to Beth!

It's Britney Bitch!

Also, should we see some romantic between Beth and Bradley? Subtle of course.

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From the Point of View of Anne Attenborough

I slammed my locker door closed. Today was Tuesday and all these people have been coming up to asking where Beth was. I just told them that she was sick and probably was going to be out for a week.

I turned around to see Aubrey stride past looking smug, carrying a piece of paper. I followed her as she grabbed a thumb tack out of the bulletin board and stuck her paper onto it. I looked at the paper and froze. It was the one about Beth being adopted.

"How – how did you get that?" I stuttered. I looked around. There was no one around us.

Aubrey smiled, "I have my ways."

"You can't put that there!" I was almost yelling now.

"Why not?" Aubrey asked, "It's a free country."

"Aubrey," my voice fell to a whisper as I looked around to see if anyone had seen it, "please, I'm begging you. Don't put that up there."

Aubrey shrugged. "I never realized it was so important. In that case, don't you think everyone should know?"

My eyes were full of fury. "Aubrey, something like that could ruin a whole bunch of people's life," I began to yell, "take it down or I'll take it down for you!"

Aubrey smirked. She didn't care if everyone found out Beth and Quinn secret. She didn't realize how this could ruin Beth's life.

"Everyone!" Aubrey called, "come over here and look at this."

People turned and started heading over. "That's it," I gritted though my teeth. I ripped the paper off the bulletins board, ripped it up into pieces, shoved it into my mouth, and then spitted it into Aubrey's face for good measure.

Aubrey looked stunned. Then she regained her cockiness. "No matter, there's plenty more where that came from. For now," Aubrey started to address the group crowded around us, "Everyone, go on to Google –"

She didn't get to finish because I lunged at her, shoving my hand over her mouth and kicking my leg behind her knees, causing her to fall to the floor. I guess doing wrestling in PE paid off.

The crowd around us got noticeably larger. I sat onto her chest and put my hands on to her shoulders preventing her from getting up.

"LET ME UP!" she screamed.

"Don't ever mention what was on that paper!" I gritted through my teeth.

"Oh," Aubrey cocked her head, "you mean the fact that B-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" I screamed into her face.

"Let me up!" Aubrey cried. I could tell that this was all and act though. Her eyes were happy she knew that she had won. She knew that she now had ammunition against me.

Suddenly two strong arms pulled me off Aubrey and swung me over their shoulder.

"She just started attacking me out of now where!" Aubrey cried.

"That's bullshit!" I screamed from over the man's shoulder. He put me down but still had me constricted. It was Mr. Schuester, my history teacher. I never knew he was so strong. Cool.

"Come to my office," he whispered into my office. I managed to get one good glare at Aubrey before I was dragged along by Mr. Schuester.

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"Sit down," he said pointing to a chair in front of a desk.

I looked around at all the picture of the glee clubs he's had over the years. One stood out in a special place on his desk.

"Now tell me what happened," he said calmly.

I sighed. "Look, I'm sorry; I'll never do it again. Can I go now?"

"Not until you tell me what happened."

"Aubrey was going to release some personal information to the whole school, which could potentially ruin at least two people's life, and I was trying to stop her. Calmly at first but then she wouldn't listen."

"What information was this?" asked Mr. Schuester.

I looked at the picture of the glee club on his desk. I recognized Quinn except she looked younger, even more like Beth than she does now. She was wearing a dress and had a semi-prominent baby bump. That was my best friend Beth in there. There's something weird to think about. Why was Quinn in glee club? I didn't know she sang. Hang on, if Mr. Schuester taught Quinn that means that he knew about the whole pregnancy thing which meant that he probably knew that Beth was Quinn's kid. Was Beth's dad in glee club too?

"I can't tell you," I responded.

Mr. Schuester looked sympathetic. "Look, I'll talk to Aubrey. I'll make sure she respects other people's privacy."

I nodded. "Thanks."

"I noticed you looking at the picture of my very first glee club," he smiled.

I nodded again.

"Do you mind telling your friend Beth that she should audition for Glee club?" Mr. Schuester asked.

I thought about this. Beth was quite a good singer. She could never sing in front of people though, it was hard enough to get her to sing in front of me. Beth would never do it.

"I'll try."

Mr. Schuester smiled. "You can go now if you want."

I stood up from the chair and walked out the door, into the crowded hallway.

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I lied in my bed, stomach gurgling, and forehead burning. I tried to close my eyes to go back to sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. I reached over and grabbed my book from my nightstand. Wait. I could hear something. Someone was downstairs, singing. It wasn't my mom; I had heard her singing enough to know what her voice sounded like. Plus, at 9:30 in the morning my mom would surely be at work.

I dizzily got out of my bed and opened my bedroom door a crack. Quinn was singing quietly (I've Had) The Time of my Life. Uh, what was I supposed to do now? Tell her to stop? Join in?

So, I just sat at the top of the stairs and listened. She had a beautiful alto voice. It was cool, seeing a different side of Quinn. I never imagined she could actually sing. I mean, I know she joined glee club and stuff.

I didn't want her to know I was listening though so I quietly slunk back to my bed. Just in time too because Quinn was coming upstairs to check on me. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep as my bedroom opened and then closed.

Boy, getting up used a lot of my energy. I felt my mind begin to wander and eyes become heavy.

I loved hearing my mom sing. It was beautiful and she was really good. But hearing Quinn, it was like her voice was channeling into me. I can't really explain it. Of course Mom was a better singer, being on Broadway and such. I wish I could sing like her.

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