Okay, again it's been a while, and I'm really sorry, I was on holiday (and I'm now all tanned).
Anyways, this is quite different. It goes in to Annie's feelings, deeply, and what she's really thinking. It adresses quite a few issues.
Thanks to Makesomenoise, greeneyedbaby,missberryfan, and MyNameIsProngs. Your reveiws are awesome :)

R&R!

I don't own glee unfortunatly. But I do own the tickets to go and see Glee 3D ;D

Chapter 11.

Friday 10th May.

I push my way through the crowds of McKinley, thinking of how desperately I don't want to be here. Still, life goes on, and I make my way to Health Class. I bump into the Puckster on the way to the nurses office, as that's where he goes whenever he's got a Math class.

"Yo Fredricks, come and find me free period," he shouts after me.

"Where?"

"Gym!"

"Kay!" I yell back.

In Health class, Brittany sits next to me. I can't exactly tell her not to, can i? That would be 1. Incredibly rude, and 2. Really mean. This is Britts, you can't do stuff like that to her. I heard someone say 'silly girl' to her one time, and she burst out crying.

"Hey," she smiles, and I return it.

"So, on my way up here, I ran into this guy, who said he wanted to 'surf and turf' me. Isn't that like a cocktail they give you at surfing places?" she asks, putting her bag down.

"No honey," I shake my head.

She makes a sad face, and gets out her notepad. I watch her instead of the teacher, who is going on like the guy out of Mean Girls. It's all "Don't have sex. You will get pregnant, and die," and that sort of thing. She takes out a big pack of pens, of all colours, and picks a pink pen. She writes 'Santana, Brittany, Annie' and draws love hearts next to each name, and a smiley face, which makes me laugh on the inside.

When she's finished, she notices me watching her, and smiles. Then she grasps my hand under the table. And I'm not sure quite what do about that, so I just let her.
"You're a really nice person," she squeezes my fingers, "I'm going to tell Santana that, and then I'm sure that she'll like you too,"
Once again, I can't say 'No, Britt, you can't talk about me to Santana' because that will lead to many awkward questions, which I'm pretty sure will confuse Brittany. I just squeeze her fingers back.

I'm re-doing my lipgloss in the girls bathroom after class finishes. The door opens, and in walks Santana. She barges straight up to me, and I know what's coming..
"I warned you bitch, to stay away, and you couldn't even do that could you? Have you got some weird, excessive need to have a reputation at this school? To be the one who doesn't give a fuck and all that bullshit?"

"God no, that's exactly what I don't want. I just wanted to be normal," I tell her.

"Yeah, you're doing a great job of showing it!"

"I don't want a fight Santana-"

"Obviously not,"

"I'm not interested in Brittany," I say, lowering my voice, "Not in that way,"

"Don't lie to me! Someone saw you and her holding hands under the desk in Health class not 5 minutes ago! I thought that's what I liked about you Annie. The way that you give it upfront and straight out. But no, you just lie! Give it up, because you can't keep up with the excuses. Not when the truth is right there,"

"You're just being jealous!"

"No, I'm protecting my best friend,"

"You're over-protecting her, and I know why," I say quietly.

"Don't you dare go putting labels on me Fredricks,"

"You talk about lies, and you're lying to yourself right now,"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replies, looking uncomfortable.

"Sure you don't,"

"I swear Fredricks, the next time.." she shoves me hard in the shoulder, and walks out, her Cheerio's skirt swishing from side to side, leaving just me and myself in the empty bathroom.

I kick one of the cubicle doors so hard that the plastic on the lock cracks when it hits the other side with a deafening slam. And then I hoist myself up onto one of the surfaces, and bury my face in my hands. What am I doing? I can't have fucked up my one and only fresh start. Not already. Can I?

"Annie?"

I glance up quickly, and see Quinn. God, she keeps showing up everywhere aswell! I drop my eyeline, "Hey Quinn," I greet the girl indifferently.

"Stop it!" she yells.

"What?" I ask, taken aback.

"This whole awkward thing! I hate it! Just stop!"

I sigh, as she takes my hand and pulls me down and into her arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm just..this? It kinda freaks me out," I admit quietly.

"Join the club," she sighs.
Then she checks around, and drags me into the disabled toilet, hitting the dryer on the way. "What're you-?" I go to ask, before she cuts me off with a kiss. I break away surprised. She gazes back, steadily, and damn her eyes.. I pull her forward, moulding my lips to hers again, and grabbing her gentally by her hips. She pushes me into the wall, and I grab the silver bar below me. She giggles into my mouth, as I run my hands up her abdominan. I feel her shiver slightly as I do, and when I get to her chest, I stop. She nods, and I continue. I've never felt up another girl. But Quinn is so..gorgeous, and disirable to both girls and guys. I kneed her chest with one hand, and she moans a little. It's one of the hottest things I've ever heard in my life. I now understand the reason of the hand dryer. She moves her hands down my waist, and over my jean pockets, settling there. I step to next level, wondering how far she'll let me go. I guess it's all trial and error, I think to myself as my fingers slide up the inside of her thigh, and underneith her skirt. Her breath hitches a little, but she makes no effort to stop me whatsoever. I continue, feeling the heat between her legs creeping up my hand when I finally get there. I push my thumb down, and she groans, her mouth open against mine. I smile, recapturing her lips, and continuing to rub, really lightly, but faster. She begins panting in time, and I grab one leg with the hand I'm not using, turn her around, and force her against the wall, in the same same position I was in not 5 seconds ago. She copies me too, grabbing onto the bar with a sweaty palm, her mouth open, letting out the moans that are bubbling up in her throat. I push down, one final, hard time, and she groans, her back arching in extasy. A Quinn orgasm is the sexiest. I grin, as she closes her eyes, coming down from her high. She wears her cross, and she's in the celibacy club, and everyone just thinks of her as the picture perfect teenage dream. Aah, but Miss. Fabray is far from, and me and Puck are the only ones who know it. It gives me an evil satisfaction, knowing that I didn't even need to get her drunk to get into her pants. She's got it bad.

"I've never done anything sexual in a school bathroom before," I say, looking round.

"Me either," she breathes.

We part awakrdly after spending the next half an hour of what was supposed to be Math time, making out. Some girls came in, luckily enough I'd snuck out to turn off the dryer, but they started talking about Sam, Finn and Puck. It was funny, and I had to push a finger against Quinn's lips to stop her from laughing. Although I nearly burst out in giggles when one of the girls says she hears Puck has got a really small dick, and he's just a badass to cover up the fact that he's an insecure little girl. 'She slept with him and regrets it' Quinn whispers in my ear, and I nod in agreement.

I go, as promised, to meet Puck in the Gym during free period. He's already in there, with Finn and Sam, and I shake off the fact that I can still feel Quinn's lips on my neck, and launch into the story of Santana cornering me in the bathroom.

"It's just Santana. Seriously. She's all talk and no go," Sam shrugs, wiping a towel over his face and going over to the weights.

"Yeah, she's all coffee and no omelette," Puck nods.

I raise an eyebrow at Finn, whose eyebrows just knit together, and he mumbles: "Dude, that makes no sense..."

"I'm hot, and Jewish. It doesn't have to make sense,"

"Stop chatting shit Puckerman," I roll my eyes, and the comment earns a few laughs.

He evils me, but I barely notice because Sam starts doing weights and I never realised how huge his biceps are. I mean, not unnaturally so, but enough that there are big veins running down them, which bulge along with the muscle every time he lifts the bar.

"You're drooling," Puck whispers, making me jump, and close my mouth which I didn't realise was hanging open. Well that's embarrassing.

"You've got..what's that?" Finn reaches up from his bench, and rubs his thumb over my neck. When he pulls away, he has pink sparky stuff on it.

"How did you get lipgloss there?" Puck asks, peering closely at it.

I turn away, blushing furiously. Quinn.

"I don't know, must've just slipped or something," I say, scrubbing it off.

None of them look as if they believe me, which is just great.

Glee Club
I get here early, and go to stand by the Piano. Finn walks in and smiles at me.

"What's up?" I ask, smiling back.

"Not a lot. Just girls," I see his eyes flicker over to Rachel.

"Me too," I admit, "Well, girls and Sam,"

"There's no difference between the two," he comments, and I smack his shoulder.

"You're just jealous of his Beiber-licious,"

Finn rolls his eyes, and I laugh, reaching up to hug him and his tallness.
"Don't hate Sam,"

"You hate Sam,"

I make a face. "I don't know. He just confuses me. And not to mension Quinn. And Brittany,"

"Yeah, I've heard all about girls and their friendships. They're weird. But still, Brittany doesn't have it in her to confuse anyone. She spends most of her time being confused," he reminds me.

"Who's confused?" Brittany questions, skipping in.

"You are, sweetie,"

"That's true," she agrees, hugging me.

I pray to God that Santana doesn't walk in right now, because that would mean my head on a stick, and definitely wouldn't do a lot for my case, considering I'm pleading innocent. Then Puck joins us, wrapping his arms around me, and letting his hands take their place firmly on my ass. I wind my hand around his arms, feeling the muscle. Damn.

"S'up Blondie's? And Finn,"

"How's it hanging Puckerman?"

"To the floor," he winks when I look up at him, a giggle bubbling up in my throat.

"What's hanging to the floor?" Brittany asks clulessly.

"Nothing hot stuff, let's go sit down," Puck leads Britt off after squeezing my ass and grinning at me. Finn and I follow.

Enter Sam, Mike and Artie. They sit on the row in front of me and Finn, joining Puck. Quinn and Tina come in too, and Mercedes and Rachel.
Quinn takes the seat next to me, on the other side of Finn. Tina, Mercedes and Rachel take the three remaining seats at the back. Santana is last to enter. She takes a seat next to Brittany, who's next to Sam, but not before throwing me that Bitch smirk which means she's got the upper hand and she knows it. Ugh; I'm like her bitch. She tells me to stay away from Brittany… She says jump, I say how high Miss. Lopez? And fucking curtsey.

Mr. Schue sets us our Solo's, saying it can be anything from our favourite songs, to how we're feeling. And then he informs us of something more exciting.

"Guys, we're going to do an actual musical," Mr. Schue announces. Everyone cheers. "Rocky Horror. I'm thinking Brad and Janet will go to Rachel and Finn," and they both agree, despite post breakup awkwardness.

"Mr. Schue, I'd like to play Franknfurter," Mercedes says a little nervously after Kurt declines. "I mean, it's my dream to play a lead role, and I'd be all kindsa cray sexy in that outfit," which earns her a few cat calls and 'whoop's'.

Mr. Schue agrees, and then turns to Sam. "Sam, I want you to play the role of the Creature,"

"From the Black Lagoon…?" Sam questions as clulessly as Brittany earlier.

"Rocky," I correct him.

"He's like the Frankenstein character but Blonde," Quinn cuts it.

"You'll kill the part," I turn back to Sam, looking at him dreamily, and acting like that deliberately in front of Quinn, "He's cute just like you,"

Sam smirks, and Quinn turns away.

"Better start working on those abs," Santana crosses her arms.

"Are you kidding me? You could cut glass with these babies. I got no problem showing off my body," he informs me, with a wink.

I smile. Of course he doesn't.

"Now, we're a little short on female roles, so we'll have to double up on Columbia's and Magenta's,"

"It's standard practise on Broadway, it'll preserve your voices," Rachel states.

"I'd like to preserve you. In a jar. In my basement," Merecedes says, and everyone laughs except Rachel. And Sam, but he's concentrating on the small book he's holding in his hands. Oh my God, he's so cute.

"Well guys, it's looks like we've got ourselves a show!" We all woop, and clap.

After Glee, me and Quinn linger around for a bit. I know I'm grounded, and I should be getting home straight away, but I doubt Blaine will grass me up to Janie.
I knew she was going to ask me about last night. I was upset; Dad and Janie blanked me all night, and didn't make me dinner either, and then at about half past 9, Janie started again. Talking to Dad about my behaviour, and whether I should be sent to a counceller or something, as if I wasn't even there. I snapped, so fed up of it, and after I screamed 'You're not my Mom, so stop acting like it!' Dad hit me in the back of my head. Hard enough to give me a headache. Blaine stood there in shock for a few seconds, as did I, before running past him, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. I cried my eyes out in front of my full lenth mirror for a whole hour. Finally Blaine knocked on my door at 11 o'clock. I ignored him, and fell into bed, scrolling down my contacts. I almost deleted Rachel, Mercedes, and Kurt as I went past them, still angry about what they'd said after the House Party. My thumb hovered over Quinn's name, and I finally pressed call. As soon as she picked up, I put the phone down, chewing my lip. When she called back, I cleared my throat and told her I must've pocket dialed her. That was complete bullshit because my phone is a brick, and she knows it.

"So, why did you call me last night?" she inquires, head down, watching the floor.

Just as I open my mouth she interjects with 'and don't you dare utter a word along the lines of pocket dial, or accidentally' because your phone is about 10 years old.'

I huff. "I guess…I wanted to hear your voice," I reply hesitantly.

"Why?"

"Oh, I don't know Quinn! Why did you let me put my hands up your skirt in the girls room today?" I snap. "I just..my emotions are all mixed up right now, and I can't explain the tingly feeling I get when we kissed. And don't say it was the alcohol because I was more than willing to blame it on that but it just wasn't the reason and today in that bathroom proved it. And I'm not gay because of Sam, and-" then I realise what I'm saying. I feel the same about Sam..and I fancy Sam..I think. Possibly. Sure, it's in the 'I have an overwhelming urge to punch you in the face whenever you open your mouth', but I'm still attracted to him none the less. "Oh my God," I glance up at the ceiling, coming to a complete stand-still.

Quinn takes one of my hands, holding in both of hers, and says softly, "Sexuality isn't set in stone Annie. Where would we be without all of our teen angst? It's normal-"

"Normal? Are you feeling what I'm feeling Quinn? How can you be so calm about it?" I wonder, my voice slightly panicky.

"Because someone has to be and that somebody obviously isn't you," she replies, her voice cold.

"No, you're right, it isn't! What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"I'm calm Annie, but I don't know all the answers. You're forgetting that I'm new to this too. Yes, I'm feeling what you're feeling. Well, I'm pretty sure of it anyway. But all I know is that I like your company, and when we kissed it felt good, and we'll cross the bridges when we come to them okay?"

I nod, and allow her to pull me into a hug, wrapping my arms around her neck, and burying my face into her shoulder.

"We'll sort it out okay? I promise,"

She kisses my head, and holds me gentally until my strength returns.

Saturday 11th May.

I didn't sleep last night. Not at all. I sat up, fretting about Quinn, and going over eveything Rachel and Mercedes had said. And then Santana.

Now, I lay in the bath, and think back on Sam, my hand automatically going to the lump on my stomach. It's tiny. But what if it is something really bad?

What if Quinn wants something out of me? What does she want out of me? Out of our feelings for each other? What if people found out? Rumours are one thing..but the actual truth? Look at Kurt! He gets shoved into lockers everyday, and slushied in the face. But can I lie to myself? I'm not 100% sure of anything yet. It might be a faze. I mean look at me and Sam.

Sam..i don't know what I think about that boy. And it frustrates me! A part of me thinks that when I was drunk, I opened myself up to my true feelings. About him. And that's why we got together at that party. But it must've been the alcohol for him. He hasn't said anything different has he?

And what about Brittany and Santana? She's stopping me from having friends, because she's worried I want to make a move on Britt. She's such a hypocrite! Saying about labels, and having a go at me. She knows exactly how I feel. Warring with myself, and questioning my sexuality.

That's when I notice the razor on the side of the bath. Breath shaking, I pick it up, and take off the plastic cover. I draw it, slowly across the skin at the top of my forearm, just underneith my elbow. The pain is there for a few seconds, sharp. But then it fades, and I watch the blood roll off of my wet skin, mixing with the droplets of water. It's disturbingly satifying, and I do it again, this time making a mark just below the last one. I do this unil there are 5 clear marks down my arm, ending before my wrist, so they can be easily covered. There's a knock on the door, and Blaine says: "Annie, can I come in?"

It's normal for him to come in while I'm showering or bathing, because he sits away from me, facing the wall and it's a brotherly sisterly thing to do. I don't mind having him in here, and we can talk in peace.

But I look down at the water, which has an eerie red tint to it now, and at my arm, and think that it's going to take a while to clean it all up. And that's not possible with him in here.

So instead, I stay quiet, until he gets the hint. "Look, I know you're upset at the moment, I've noticed. But you can talk to me. I'm worried. I'll be downstairs,"

I listen as his footsteps get fainter, before getting out of the bath, and pulling the plug. I go to the cupboard, and get out one of the fluffy black towels. After getting myself dry and staunching the blood flow, I rinse my arms under the tap, watching the water turn a startling red as it dissapears down the plug hole. It finally stops, and I have to mop up the floor and bath, where there are little spatters of blood, where it's dripped down my arms. Then dump all the towels straight into the wash bin, and hurry into my room, locking the door behind me.

I go straight to sleep, falling into dreams which involve Sam in gold shorts, and Kurt in Latex. It's not long before it turns nasty, involving me locked in my bedroom, and dying from the cuts it'd inflicted on myself, with Mercedes bearing down on me, with penciled on eyebrows, and wearing fishnets.

Sunday 12th May

I wake up to a scene of horror. The sheet underneith me, and my pillow have alarming scarlet stains, and my hair matted and crispy with blood. My arms are also covered in dried red. They must've started bleeding again during the night. I quickly get up and throw all my stuff into the wash, before jumping to the shower and scrubbing myself, careful not to set off the blood flow again. Afterwards, I take out the pink cream from our bathroom cabinet, and apply it onto the cut skin, hoping it will help to heal it quicker. I feel stupid for doing it in the first place. A split second decision that will stay with me forever as the razor scars my skin. I feel discusted with myself, looking away from my arm, which is now alerting me of the searing pain which I didn't feel before.
Hurting myself never was, and never is going to help me in any way, shape or form. Too bad I actually had to learn that from making the mistake.
I decide to go and see a counceller tomorrow, and skip school. I can't exactly see myself talking to Miss. Pillsberry about this. I'll go to the clinic in town, and they can refer me.

7 p.m.
My phone starts buzzing.

"Hello?"

"Okay, so here's the deal," Genie's voice comes down the phone, "I invited Puck over, because I thought my parents were out for the whole day. Turns out – they weren't! So we were upstairs on my bed, at it like there's no tomorrow, and in walks my Mom, asking me if I want Chinese for dinner,"

"Did you want Chinese for dinner?"

"Yeah, it was really good! But anyways, it was the most awkward moment in my life. She didn't even leave. She just stood there, looking like her eyes were going to fall out of her head,"

I can't help but laugh, glad to hear from Genie, someone who doesn't remind me of why I went all depressed in the first place.

"It's not funny!" she explodes furiously, "My parents have forbidden him from my house!"

"It was only a matter of time," I chuckle, going through my homepage, and onto Puck's facebook wall. His status makes me laugh even harder.

Noah 'Puck' Puckerman – Genie 'blows' Puckerman - Oops, busted…

Santana Lopez, Finn Hudson, Artie 'fly' Abrahms and Annie Fredricks like this.

Annie Fredricks - caught in the act ;)
Sam Evans – What happened?
Santana Lopez – Work it out, moron.
Annie Fredricks – Lay off it, Lopez.
Santana Lopez – Bite me, Fredricks.
Quinn Fabray – Come on Santana, leave it alone.

My heart jumps in my chest at the fact that she stuck up for me.

Santana Lopez – That's right Quinny, stick up for your girlfriend.
Finn Hudson – Huh? O.o
Annie Fredricks – what's THAT supposed to mean?
Mercedes Jones – Let it go Santana..
Noah 'Puck' Puckerman – Guys, don't argue. Esspecially not on my status!