Rated T for offensive language, mild sex themes, scattered violence, offensive nicknames, and drama.

I'll post author's notes at the end of every chapter.

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Paranoia

"You have my permission," Kurt breathed, "to go rougher next time. I won't mind."

Blaine's eyes widened. "Kurt, are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"You've been an angel, Blaine," Kurt told him. "I trust you. Don't worry."

Blaine gazed longingly into his eyes. "I wish I could kiss you right now."

Kurt blushed. "When we're alone…"

Blaine shook his head. "I want everyone to see."

I've found my handsome prince, Kurt thought to himself. "I'll kiss you."

The two of them leaned forward to kiss on the lips, but Blaine's ringtone went off. 'When I Get You Alone' started playing, which got Kurt suspicious, since that was the song Blaine had sung in February when serenading a certain GAP employee… Blaine's reaction to the phone didn't help to make things less fishy. He jumped in his seat and grimaced.

"I'll be right back, K-Kurt," he stuttered, stood up quickly, and bolted to the bathroom.

"Kurt Hummel?" exclaimed a familiar voice he hadn't heard in a while. He looked up and saw Miss Holly Holiday, a tall, energetic blonde woman who'd substituted the Glee Club almost a year ago while Mr. Schue was sick with a cold. She waved exuberantly and came over. Kurt jumped up from his seat and clapped his hands excitedly. She gave him a bone-crunching hug. "Ooh, how tall you've gotten, Kurt! Mind if I sit?" Kurt shook his head, so she did. "I happened to catch that young man leaving your table. Is he someone special?"

"Yes, actually," Kurt said, smiling. "He's my boyfriend. Blaine."

"Get out, Kurt," Holly teased. "Way to go, babe."

"Yeah, he's kind of perfect…" His voice trailed off. He thought of Jeremiah.

"When I met you, you were sweet n' single," Holly pointed out.

"Yeah, now I'm not so single," Kurt chuckled, but he was too anxious about Blaine to relax and have a pleasant conversation with Holly. "I met him while I went to Dalton."

"But you go to McKinley again, right?" Holly asked, and Kurt nodded. "How's Will? I mean, Mr. Schue. Is he with your guidance counselor Miss Pillsbury?"

Kurt shook his head. "You know, I couldn't tell you." He laughed.

"Ah." Holly nodded. She looked up and gasped. "Oh my gosh. There's that scary cheerleading coach from your school. Sue Sylvester. The one who wanted me in jail. I guess I'd better skedaddle. But it was great seeing you again, Kurt. Tell everyone I said hi." She rubbed his shoulder before she ran off. Kurt promised he'd tell them hi, and waved good bye to her.

His blood boiled. He stood up, clenched his fists, and walked toward that bathroom.

Blaine was washing his face off with the sink water. He seemed awfully anxious.

"Are you okay, Blaine?" Kurt asked, startling his boyfriend. Blaine gasped.

"Yes, Kurt, I was on my way out. How about that kiss?" He put a hand to his cheek and kissed him softly on the lips. Kurt sighed and placed his own hand on Blaine's cheek. "Come on."

"Wait, Blaine. I just have to use the bathroom myself," Kurt said, and Blaine nodded.

"Alright," he said. "Meet me at the car." He left to give his boyfriend some privacy.

Kurt's sigh was interrupted by a sob. He didn't want to believe that his beloved - his first - the one he gave himself to, was cheating on him. He entered a stall and found Blaine's phone! The call must have frenzied him up so much that he'd forgotten it. Out of curiosity, Kurt explored Blaine's phone. He was notified that Blaine had four missed calls – all from Jeremiah. Kurt clapped a hand to his mouth. A whimper managed to escape his lips. No, it wasn't possible; it couldn't be true!

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What Santana needed wasn't a beard. It was an actual boyfriend who thought she was straight so that no one suspected a thing. That was the only thing that would make Brittany jealous, drive her crazy, and make her want to run away from the four-eyed cripple. So Santana found Dave Karofsky, and pulled him aside. "We have to end this," she whispered. "I'm breaking up with you, kind of."

"What do you mean, kind of?" Dave was curious to know.

"Because we were only really 'fake dating,' so now we're 'fake breaking up.' You didn't win me Prom Queen, so what's the point in dating you anymore? Or continuing with the Bully Whips?" Santana had used her fingers to put air quotes when she said 'fake dating' and 'fake breaking up.' Dave sighed with relief, and mouthed the words, "It's about freaking time."

"So what are you gonna do now?" he asked her.

"I'm gonna start hitting on this kid in Glee Club," Santana replied. "He's a sophomore. His name is Trey Jordan. He'd be thrilled to go out with me. I know he thinks I'm smokin'. All the guys do. And Dave, I highly suggest that you find yourself a straight girlfriend if you have any hope of keeping everyone at this school thinking you're not gay."

"Wait," said Dave, panicking suddenly. "I can't just get a girlfriend. Who do I ask?"

"I don't know, and I can't really help ya. Just start hitting and creeping on every single girl you can find. Someone's bound to hook up with you." Santana walked off, and Dave wanted to punch someone. How dare she just leave him without telling him exactly what to do!

Santana approached Trey at his locker. "Hey, hot stuff," she said with a wink.

"Hey," he replied. "Aren't you still dating that Karofsky guy?"

"I just broke up with him," Santana explained. "I broke up with him because I actually like you a lot. Wanna go on a date some time?"

Trey laughed awkwardly and looked around. "Yeah, why not?" He seemed confused.

"Sweet, I've got a thing for younger men," Santana said, and they walked off together.

A few lockers down Bryce was breaking up with Quinn. "Why are you doing this?"

"I tried to forget about it, but when that Jesse person came by a few weeks ago, I got a feeling like there was something going on between the two of you," Bryce explained. "You kept looking at each other, and I just can't keep doing this if you're cheating on me."

"I'm not cheating on you, Bryce. I promise you," Quinn tried to convince him.

"Why should I believe that? Those are just words," Bryce said, sounding hurt.

"Fine, you wanna know the truth?" Quinn bitched, putting her fists on her hips. "I kissed Jesse. Sorry. I'm only human! Go ahead. Break up with me. See if I care."

"Now I know I'm not paranoid," Bryce said bitterly, and Quinn strutted away. Bryce made sure he wasn't gonna cry. It wasn't cool for a guy to cry, but he'd really liked Quinn.

Azimio, Zach, and Ronnie walked by and saw Karofsky take off his beret and replace his red leather Bully Whips jacket with the letterman jacket all the football players wore.

"Z, I'm done with Santana," Karofsky said to get his attention. "It's over."

"Welcome back to the Land of Normalcy, my friend!" Azimio said, high-fiving him. "Seriously, that Santana chick is hot, but you're lucky to be rid of her. Now you can be cool again."

"I must admit, I miss the fear in my victim's eyes," Karofsky said with a grin as the other athletes pat him on the back. Hummel was such a joker, thinking he would come out. If he came out, he would no longer have his friends from football. His secret was still safe. "Being a Bully Whip made me feel as gay as those losers in Glee Club."

"Speaking of gay," Azimio said, pointing his finger at Kurt across the hall. Karofsky's stomach lurched when he saw him. "You haven't kissed your queen, have you?"

"What?" Karofsky said nervously after Azimio's friends cackled heinously.

"Nothing, man. Just a joke I made with the guys," Azimio explained. "After the prom, I told the guys that the Bully Whips changed you so much that you probably wouldn't mind kissing your queen. It's just a joke, though. I know that's not true."

"Yeah, 'cause it's totally not true," Karofsky chuckled uncomfortably.

"Hey, why don't we mess with Hummel right now?" Azimio suggested, and his friends all cheered their approval. They came like a pack of wolves toward the ivory-skinned boy in the white sweater and surrounded him. Kurt rolled his eyes, and placed his fists on his hips. He looked up to tell them off, but got caught off-guard when he saw Karofsky was with them.

"David…" His voice was a mere whisper. Dave had terrified the crap out of him.

"You've got something on your shirt, Hummel," Dave said with a smirk.

Kurt looked down at his outfit, and Dave took the chewed piece of gum out of his mouth, and stuck it right on Kurt's sweater. Azimio and his friends cackled and gave each other high-fives. Kurt squealed in horror and then glared up at Karofsky, who grinned down at him.

"Hey ya'all," Azimio said to his friends, "let's get outta here before the queen orders to have our heads cut off!" They all ran off, leaving Kurt utterly confused and horrified. It wasn't bad enough that his boyfriend was probably cheating on him; now his ex-tormentor was going to torment him again.

Artie, Tina, and Alyssa were on their way to Glee Club. Suddenly Azimio, Karofsky, and Ronnie walked by: Azimio tossing a slushie in Tina's face, Karofsky tossing one in Alyssa's, and Ronnie tossing one in Artie's. The football jocks cackled, high-fived each other, and took off.

Artie removed his glasses and wiped the slushie off the lenses. "I'm not gonna miss them at all when I graduate."

"Me neither," Tina agreed, observing the red drink like blood on her black jacket.

"I don't know why they hate us so much," Alyssa said, grabbing the ends of her now-sticky hair. "We never did anything to them; we just like to sing and dance."

"That's what we did to them," Artie sighed. "We sang and danced."

"We can't go to Glee today," Tina decided. "Not like this. We have to go home and wash off. I can't take any more humiliation."

"Let's go to my house and clean off," Artie suggested, so that's what the three of them did. Tina drove and they went to Artie's house. They went into his kitchen and began cleaning off. They'd already changed into clean t-shirts and pajama pants, and put their own stained clothes in the wash. Tina held Artie's face as she scrubbed the sticky beverage off of it.

The three of them laughed as if getting rid of slushie was the most fun they'd had in their lives. "I never thought I'd have so much fun at a cleaning party," Alyssa remarked.

"Now we know how Miss Pillsbury feels," Artie chuckled.

"I'm having a great time," Tina said, smiling at him.

"I am too," Artie said, smiling back at her. "We always had fun like this. I miss it. Thank you for sharing this with me."

Then unexpectedly, Tina closed her eyes and kissed Artie on the lips. Artie was too stunned to kiss back, but he let Tina kiss him anyway. Alyssa averted her eyes to give them privacy. The kiss wasn't a short one. It lasted for a few minutes, in fact. The "cleaning party" must have been long, because Brittany, Santana, and Trey entered the room. Glee Club was over for the day. Tina had just stopped kissing Artie a few seconds before they reached the kitchen.

"Well, what do we have here?" Santana asked with a triumphant smirk on her face. This was the perfect opportunity to screw four-eyes over big time. "The three of you totally ditched Glee to go home and get involved in some good, wet fun, huh?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Brittany asked, her eyes wide.

"Nothing's going on, Brittany," Artie promised, wheeling his chair toward her. "Tina, Alyssa, and I got slushied today at school, so we went home to clean off."

"You could have asked me to help you clean off, Artie," Brittany pointed out. "I've done it before. My tongue is better than that sink water."

Santana blushed jealously and frowned at Artie. Then she grabbed Trey by the arm, and pulled him closer to her. Trey looked utterly confused.

"To be perfectly honest, I was too embarrassed this time, Brittany," Artie sighed. "I'm sick of you having to see that people pick on me. I want you to think people take me more seriously. I wasn't worried about what Tina and Alyssa thought."

"I take you seriously, Artie," Brittany assured him. "I wasn't gonna laugh at you. I got slushied the other day, and I went to Glee Club anyway."

"But you're cooler than me," Artie said, and then he regretted it. He didn't want his girlfriend to think she was superior to him.

"I didn't think being cool mattered so much to you," Brittany said, looking disgusted.

"Yeah, Artie. What the hell?" Santana piped in, laughing on the inside.

"It doesn't, I guess," Artie said, squinting his eyes. He honestly had no idea what to say now. "Yeah, it doesn't really. I don't care. I just want you to know that nothing happened between me and Tina or Alyssa, especially not Tina."

Santana raised an eyebrow, and Trey looked down at his feet. He wasn't really in the mood for any drama right now.

"I trust you, Artie," Brittany said, coming over to Artie. She got behind his wheelchair and pushed him gently into the living room where they could watch TV. As they passed Tina, Artie glanced a few times back at her and gave her a sad smile. Tina gave a small wave of her hand while Santana and Trey weren't looking at her.

But Santana and Trey were still standing there, so Tina and Alyssa exchanged uncomfortable looks. Santana crossed her arms and said, "You two look guilty about something. You still gonna try to deny that you were having a slippery threesome with Artie?"

"Santana, you're not wearing your Bully Whips uniform," Tina said back.

"What rock have you been living under?" Santana scoffed, holding up her hands. "The Bully Whips ended with Santofsky! Listen, slants. I wanna thank you."

"Thank me?" Tina said, making a face.

"Whatever you're doing with Artie, keep at it," Santana said, giving her a thumbs up. "It's only contributing to step one of the master plan: to break Artie and Brittany up."

"And why are you so interested in making that happen?" Alyssa was curious to know.

"Because," Santana began, "Brittany and Artie might both be in Glee Club, but that doesn't change the fact that they're from two different planets. Brittany and I aren't cheerleaders like we were last year, but we're from Coolness Land. And Artie and you guys are from Loserville."

"This is unnecessary, Santana," Trey said, looking unimpressed with his new girlfriend.

"I didn't ask your opinion," Santana snapped at him. She turned back to Tina and Alyssa. "Romeo died at the end of the play. Remember that."

"So did Juliet," Alyssa pointed out, and Tina made a face as Santana and Trey went over to the living room to watch TV with Brittany and Artie.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" Tina wanted to know.

"I don't know. That kind of made no sense," Alyssa agreed.

"Whatever," Tina said, shaking her head, and the two of them left Artie's house.

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Author's Note: Remember, this is an old story. I know I've said it several times, but I've wanted to reinforce it. If I was to write it over again, I would do several things differently. Still, I hope you enjoyed it.