BlairPOV-

''Don't hog the damn cigarette, B,'' Sabrina rolls bright green eyes, taking it from me.

This is typical for us: sitting in her car in an abandoned parking lot, windows rolled down, sharing a cigarette in the backseat.

''Hmmm, aren't you charming,'' I lean back against the other door, pushing my thick, black curls back, ''You're the sweetest girl I've ever met.''

''You're such a liar, babe.''

''I was being incredibly sarcastic, honey,'' I roll my eyes as she puts out the cigarette, slightly spreading her legs.

''You're such a smart ass,'' she smirks when I'm half lying on top of her, shivering as her warm, soft hands move up the back of my shirt.

''That's why we get along so well, isn't it,'' I slide my jacket off, tossing it into the front seat before moving my hands to the buttons of her crisp, white, button down shirt, ''I've missed you.''

It's been weeks since we've been able to go pass a hot makeout session. I'd be lying if I said I don't miss this, miss the feeling of hot hands on my overheated skin.

''Babe, look at me,'' Sabrina gently pushes me back until I'm looking into her eyes, ''This is just for fun. You know that, right?''

''Yea, yeah, I know,'' I run my hand through my thick curls, rolling my eyes at the girl under me,''Look, we have to be back at the dorm in an hour and a half. So why don't we do what we came here to do in the first place.''

''So pushy,'' she laughs a bit, moving to get rid of her shirt.

Soft, pink lips are on mine again, leaving our conversation behind.

KatePOV-

''Dad, stop that. Just because Carole isn't here doesn't mean you can eat whatever you want,'' I take the package of cookies from my dad, ignoring his glare.

''It's dessert, Kate.''

''It's unhealthy, dad,'' I set the fruit salad that the doctor recommended in front of him, ''Now. I'm going to go start the laundry.''

''Katie, what happened to your arm,'' his voice causes me to freeze, glancing down at the bruise forming on my shoulder.

Dammit.

''It's nothing, dad. I hurt myself in gym class.'

Please believe me. Please.

''Is someone messing with you at school again,'' he raises an eyebrow, ''Is it those cheerleaders? The… cereals or whatever.''

''The Cheerios,'' I stress the word, ''Have nothing to do with this.''

Danica Karofsky wouldn't be caught dead on the cheer squad. I've had my run ins with them, yes. Not so many since Santana, Brittany, and Quinn joined glee, though.

''Katelyn Elizabeth Hummel, tell me what is going on right now,'' he urges.

I can't. Danica will make my life worse if I do. If I think things are bad now, they'll only get worse.

''Nothing, dad. I'm going to do the laundry.''

''Katelyn Elizabeth!''

''Dad, you wouldn't get it. You weren't the only out kid at your school. I am. In Lima, Ohio. I don't get the same respect or privileges or rights as the others. Why can Finn hold Rachel's hand and kiss in the hall, but I can't do that? Why can't I slow dance with my girlfriend at dances?''

Why do I constantly live in fear because of who I am?

''Look, Katie,'' he pats the spot on the couch next to him urging for me to sit, ''You have to talk to me if someone is hurting you. I know it's hard right now. I know some days are easier than others. This will all change though.''

Right. After high school, when I can finally get out of this town.

''Until then,'' he begins as I lay my head on his shoulder,''I guess… you'll just have to get used to being on your own at school. Until someone comes along who is as brave as you.''

It sucks, but it's my reality. I'm not truly alone. I know most of the gee members would be on my side. It just gets hard to deal with all of this. I'm not on my own, though. Not really.

I just can't wait to meet someone who gets it.

BlairPOV-

Living two different lives requires two things: being able to cover things up, and a constant strings of lies.

Fortunately, I've been getting better at mastering the latter.

''You'd think you would be better with your hickey placement,'' I hiss as if Sabrina were sitting right next to me, observing the bruise in my compact mirror with me.

It's a Saturday. And instead of staying in and sleeping late like I should be doing, I'm here to support Sabrina at her stupid show choir sectionals.

It's a fair trade, I guess. She gets what she wants now, and I get what I want later.

How Sabrina Smythe and I became...friends with benefits, if we're going to label this, is beyond me. She was the first person that I met when I transferred to Crawford Country Day. Mrs. Hawthorne, the headmistress, had her show me around that day. I liked her style, and blunt honesty. She liked my ''bashful school girl thing''.

When or how or why it happened, I don't know. One day I found myself lounging across her dorm room bed with her, lips connected as she worked to remove my clothes, tossing my blazer and skirt and tie across the room to join hers. The next few hours are a blur of breathless kisses, hot hands on even hotter skin, and the taste of lipgloss and cigarettes.

That weekend, when I went home to do some laundry, it was hard to keep a straight face. My mother questioned the scent of cigarette smoke wafting from my clothes then, one eyebrow raised and her arms folded across her chest. I explained that my friend smoked, which was the truth. And that, no, I didn't smoke. That was the truth back then, at least.

My parents don't get it. They've got a reputation in the Westerville community. Having a daughter who is a lesbian is not too popular with their more conservative friends. The whispers and gossip my mom and dad surely face on a day to day basis can't be easy. I know how that is. It can be horrible.

So I'm sure that any news of how much I've changed since transferring from my old school would disrupt their vision of the perfect little girl that I have already put a crack in.

I'm not my sister, either. Candace is the ideal child, I supposed. She's vain, but I guess that she has every right to be. She is beautiful, smart, and talented. I've spent my whole life in her shadow, often being called a mini-version of her.

I'm my own person, though. I may have to be sweet and innocent and smart all of the time, but this is me now. This is the me that Sabrina accepts, even though my parents don't. I'm not the girl I used to be, the one who let's be one hundred percent me.

Thank goodness someone accepts me. It is much needed and greatly appreciated that she knows and likes the real me.

Well… the me that I have to be right now.

Sliding the leather jacket back on, I pack my makeup back into my bag, preparing to enter the building where the competition is being held.

Might as well get this over with.

KatePOV-

''Good luck. You guys are going to need it.''

I look up from where I'm studying my nails to see a tall, slender girl dressed in Crawford Country Day's uniform.

She's stunning, really. Long, light brown hair, and gorgeous green eyes.

''What's that supposed to mean?''

''It means that the entirety of the show chord world saw the New Directions pathetic performance at regionals last school year. Seriously, it looked like you guys came up with that in a matter of days.''

I can't even lie and say that is not true. Preparation is not the our strongpoint. The New Directions has a history of putting things together last minute, and hoping for the best.

''You don't know anything about us.''

''I know that you're not any competition,'' she smirks, tossing her hair over her shoulder, ''Especially not you. I heard that absolutely horrible performance at the Cheerios' cheerleading competition last year. Your voice is pitchy and off-key.''

''Sabrina, what are you doing?''

The girl- Sabrina, I'm assuming- looks past me, causing me to turn my head to see what she's looking at.

Standing across from us is an admittedly very attractive girl. She has gorgeous curls and bright eyes that I could fall deep into. I've seen some very pretty girls, but none that would have held a candle to how attracted to Quinn Fabray during my crush last year.

But she definitely comes close.

''Nothing, B. Just talking to the competition,'' Sabrina smiles innocently.

''I don't buy that for a second. Wendy is looking for you,'' the girl crosses her arms over her chest, hazel eyes throwing a look that could kill, ''Leave her alone, and go find your glee club.''

''Sure. Whatever,'' Sabrina throws one more condescending look my way before stalking off, brushing the other girls shoulder with her hand before she turns the corner.

''I'm sorry about Sabrina. She's a sweet girl, really. Deep down inside,'' the dark haired beauty pushes her hair back, shaking her head.

''It must be way deep down inside,'' I smile slightly, ''Thanks, by the way.''

''No problem. And, for the record, I saw your performance, too. I was very impressed.''

Without another word, she turns and struts down the hall in high heels, confidence practically radiating off of her.

If I were braver I'd ask her name, and maybe get her number. But I'm not. I'm me. It doesn't matter, anyway. It looks like she and Sabrina together. Just my luck, right?

My dad's right, I guess. I'll just have to wait to meet someone. Tina says you meet someone when you least expect it. I know she never intended to fall for Mike, especially when she was still dating Artie at the time. It's different, though. I've never met anyone who gets it. Who knows what it's like to be openly gay in a high school where very few accept me. Where i live everyday waiting for that first slushie or slur or to be pushed into a locker. The way that things look now, I won't meet anyone until I'm in New York.

Hopefully whoever I meet will be worth the wait.

Disclaimer- glee belongs to Fox, and Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan, and Brad Falchuk