Chapter 2- Secrets Secrets Are No Fun Especially When Somebody Nose Them

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. If I did Chris Colfer, Darren Cirss, and Mark Salling would all be my best friends :)

I also don't own Pretty Little Liars. (if I did Aria would be with Sean and Hannah would be with Logan)

Thank you so much for all of the reviews! I was surprised at how much people liked this story.

This chapter has some Quam (not together just Quinn crushing over Sam), some Mercedes hate (by Quinn), Kurt/Santana friendship, and Puck crushing over Rachel. I hope you enjoy it.

Kurt's heart pounded as he walked down the hallway holding Santana's hand. He could feel people staring at him. He gave the fakest smile possible. Brittany walked up to them.

"Santana why are you holding Kurt's baby hands?"

"We're together now," Santana said looking fakely loving towards Kurt who smiled weakly.

"But Kurtie- I thought you were capital G gay"

Kurt shrugged.

"I guess sometimes people can change" He said.

Brittany just smiled. Then whispered "He's a really good kisser. His lips are soft like his baby hands. He has baby lips!"

Kurt noticed Santana staring at Brittany. He squeezed her hand harder. Santana immeditaly got the message.

"Oh! Really?" She asked.

Then all of the sudden she planted a kiss on his lips. Kurt tried not to cringe.

A few people stared. One guy yelled out "Yeah Hummel! Get some!"

This seemed to convince Santana to continue and she pushed him into a locker crashing her lips harder into his.

"Kiss me" Santana hissed through gritted teeth.

Kurt tried not to make a face as he pressed his lips into hers. She began to stick her tounge far down his mouth. He tried not to choke. The bell rang at that moment.

"Saved by the bell" Kurt thought.

Santana unattached her lips from him and grinned.

"Walk me to class baby," she said.

"But I-"

"Walk me to class," she said forcefully.

He grabbed her hand and the two of them started to make their way down the hall. At that moment their phone's beeped. Kurt looked down at his.

Dear Kurtie,

No amount of PDA will be convincing enough. We all know you're still "capital 'G' gay". Hey my names G too- but I'm not gay. My peers wouldn't be very accepting anyways. But your dad is a really great guy. He put up with all your shit- wouldn't it just hurt him to find out that after all he did his son is still covering his sexuality AND lying to him. Not smooth Hummel.

G

Kurt stared at his text horrified.

"Kurt," Santana said weakly.

He looked over at her. She had the same expression on her face. She showed her phone to him. It said:

Dear Santana,

You are quite the character. Making Hummel over there begin a beard relationship with you so you can cover your feelings for one Brittany Pierce. Of course the whole school is oblivious except for me. They're just like your parents who think you're like the virgin mary. What do you think would happen if they found out their daughter was a sluty lesbian?

Stay Sexy,

G

The two of them looked at each other.

"What is this?" Kurt asked.

All of the sudden their phones beeped together again. They nervously looked down again.

Kurtie and Satan,

If you think of telling anybody else about this I just might let slip these little secrets. And trust me- I can find out a lot more.

"Okay everyone. We all need to find a way to make some money for the club" said Mr. Schue. drawing a dollar sign on his white board. Quinn rolled her eyes. Why couldn't he think of something more interesting to say that she could tell Coach Sylvester?

"How about we just try a bake sale again. It worked really well last time," said Mercedes.

Quinn frowned every time Mercedes talked now. She looked over at her, she was still holding hands with Sam. Quinn would've said they were the most random couple ever... but Santana and Kurt had just proved her wrong.

She looked at Sam. He looked kind of tired and pale and sick. Why was Mercedes just holding hands with him? Quinn would've made him go to the nurse by now.

"Okay- yeah. We could do that," said Mr. Schue. "But we need to think of something that can make us enough money to take us to every competition and pay for all our costumes and sheet music. Principal Figgens hasn't given us much money,"

"Sam... are you okay?" Quinn asked not caring what Mr. Schue had said.

Sam slowly looked over at her.

"Yeah- yeah- I gotta- be good- for football tryouts"

Quinn started to say something else but noticed that all eyes were on her especially Mercedes'.

"Hey Sam are you sure? I don't think you really look like you'd be able to play football," Mr. Schu. asked.

"Nah- its cool Mr. Schu. Just a little tired. That's all".

Mr. Schue looked at him concerned for a moment. Quinn faced back forward. Sam was going to kill himself. She wished Mercedes would at least try to boss him into doing something smart. She heard her phone beep in her backpack. She pulled it out wondering who could be texting her right now.

She looked at the screen of her phone.

Dear Lucy,

You're right maybe he would be better off in your arms. Maybe you should've realized that earlier. Sam doesn't really seem like someone who would forgive and forget. And also nice going on being a team player. Wasn't reporting to Ms. Sylvester so sophomore year? Wonder what would happen if she saw this.

Quinn scrolled down horrified. There before her was her old school picture.

Hey! That's not your nose! Uh oh. I know that Ms. Sylvester frowns upon plastic surgery and wouldn't it be very interesting to see how the school would react to seeing miss little perfect's before picture. I sure think it would. Tell anyone about this and we'll see how it turns out.

Nice nose,

G

Finn watched as Sam tried to run around the feild. He looked like he was about to pass out or throw up- or both. Finn was about to go up to him to tell him to stop when Coach Beiste walked up to Sam instead.

"Evans!" she screamed.

"Yeah Coach?"

"You smell like beer,"

"I..."

"What the hell were you thinking! You can't go out an party! Especially before a tryout! Hell! Your a kid! You shouldn't be drinking in the first place. I'm sorry Sam but I have no place for you on this team if I can't trust you,"

"But..."

"GET OFF MY FEILD!"

Finn watched him sadly walk by and go into the locker room.

"Congragulations Hudson. Your the quarterback again," Coach Beiste said angrily. "Go change. Tryouts are over".

Finn walked back into the locker room. He heard his phone beep. His heart stopped.

Congrats Finn! Not only did you prevent him from getting quarterback you got him kicked him off the team. Great sportsmanship. Oh- and if you tell anyone about these text messages we'll find out what Sam and Coach Beiste think about this.

Go Titans!

G

Quinn was nervously walking down the hallway. How did somebody know all of that? It wasn't possible! All of the sudden she heard a sniffling sound around the corner. She slowly walked towards it. As she reached the corner she found Sam sitting down against the wall crying. He looked up and saw her quickly wiping his tears away.

"Hey Quinn," he said.

She sat down beside him.

"What happened?" she asked.

"Coach Beiste found out that I got drunk last night during tryouts and kicked me off the team. Which really sucks. I feel like- the only thing that's really left now is making it to nationals and who knows if that will even happen. We probably won't be able to pay for it".

"I'm really sorry Sam- but I'm going to make sure we get to nationals. I'll try to raise as much money as I can,".

"That's really nice Quinn- but how exactly are you going to do that?"

Quinn thought for a moment.

"I'll think of something. But don't worry- I'm going to make sure we get to nationals and win,"

Sam smiled at her.

"I hope so," he said.

Puck walked out of the locker room. He felt bad for Sam after everything he'd been through. Something else had really bugged him though. He had seen Finn pick up his phone to read a text and become suddenly miserable.

What if that "G" person had texted Finn about Puck liking Rachel. No... Finn would've said something.

Finn exited the locker room.

"Hey Finn," Puck said.

"Oh hi," said Finn.

He looked like he was about to cry.

"Um- I saw you looking at your phone- and I was wondering- if you've been getting any weird texts from anyone,".

Finn looked at him.

"Ugh... I don't know,".

Something in Finn's face told him that he had.

"I gotta go," Finn said and rushed off.

Suddenly Puck's phone beeped. It was another text.

Dear Noah,

You don't really get the blackmail process do you? Your not supposed to tell people. But then again you might want to tell Finn about the texts- especially what they say. It might make you a lot safer. Since he kind of already ruined it for me- yes I have been texting him- and also four other glee clubers. All of which you seem to have a history with. But then again who don't you have a history with? I've noticed some awkwardness between you and a certain fashonista. Don't worry- I will find out- I always do.

See you in hell,

G

"Why did we have to go to my house?" Kurt asked.

"Because... you read the text," said Santana.

"Do your parents really not know?"

Santana nodded.

Kurt opened the door to his house. Burt was sitting there reading the newspaper. He suddenly looked up.

"Hey dad!" Kurt said. "I'd like you to meet Santana".

"Hi Mr. Hummel," Santana said waving at him.

"Santana's my girlfriend," said Kurt. He gave his dad his best I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND- YAY! smile.

"Its very nice to meet you," said Burt standing up and shaking Santana's hand.

"I see you're on the cherrios with my son,"

Santana nodded.

"I'm also in glee club with him"

"Oh- right. You did look kind of familiar,".

"Uh dad I was wondering if Santana could stay over for dinner tonight. We have a big glee performance we need to work on together," Kurt said.

"Yeah sure. Just no funny bussiness up there okay?"

"Dad!" Kurt groaned.

"You have nothing to worry about Mr. Hummel," said Santana.

Kurt tried not to laugh. Santana's alter ego was so hilarious. Then he remembered why they were here and his almost grin faded. Santana took his hand and he lead her upstairs to his room. Santana shut the door behind him.

All of the sudden tears started spilling out of her eyes. Kurt had never seen her like this.

"What are we going to do! Everyone's going to find out about me!"

"Don't worry Santana. 'G' said as long as we don't tell anyone the secrets are safe"

"But don't you find it creepy that we are being stalked! Somebody is trying to figure out our every mistake. Its just so wrong".

"I know... but there's nothing we can do about it if you want your secrets to be safe". Then he whispered, "And until we find out who it is we are just going to have to play it cool".

"Okay- okay," Santana said fanning her eyes.

Kurt handed her some tissues.

"Don't rub or your mascara will smudge".

Rachel flipped through her show choir rule book. Was it really true that she couldn't do the acting part. She wiped her tears with a tissue.

Ever since she had gotten the text she had been freaking out. How could somebody know all of that? Was she being stalked? Then it hit her.

Show choir rule book? Amateur performances? Her seperation from Glee club? This could only be in the hands of one person.

Sue Sylvester.

Puck sat down on his desk making a list of everyone in glee club. He put checks next to his and Finn's names. Who in the glee club did he have major history with? Who didn't he?

He crossed out Tina, Sam, and Mike. He tried to think who seemed like they wouldn't have so many secrets that "G" could use for blackmail. He crossed out Artie. Artie was his homeboy- he would know. Then he crossed off Brittany- she would be way to confused about it and sucked at keeping secrets. She already thought her cat was reading her diary anyway. That left five more people. He looked at the names: Rachel, Kurt, Santana, Mercedes, and Quinn. Puck thought for a moment. Rachel seemed to be a little shaken today... so had Quinn. He put check marks next to their names. Three more people... one of them wasn't being sent text messages. He looked at Mercedes name. He had only gone out with her for a few days. He didn't really have so much of a history with her. But Kurt... No- that was big- really big. And he also had history of when he would bully Kurt. Yeah... he had history with Kurt. He deffinatly had history with Santana too. And those two had just become a couple which seemed kind of suspicious. They were probably perfect targets for "G". He crossed off Mercedes name and put check marks next to their names. He looked at his list. A certain persons name caught his eye- Rachel Berry. She was suffering through this... he couldn't let that happen to her. He needed to find out who "G" was- and quick.

"Who are you," he muttered. He was furious he couldn't text him.

All of the sudden his phone beeped.

Dear Puck,

Nice list. You're smarter than I thought. But are you smart enough to find me? Smart enough to save your precious little Rachel from the hell I'll put her through? I would keep it safe then. Wouldn't want to try anything stupid with her- because I will know about it. And if you make one wrong move- so will Finn.

G

I hope you liked this chapter. I'm sorry if the multiple characters thing is kind of confusing (its definitely been confusing me). Feel free to review or tell me if there's anything wrong or you have any ideas. Right now I'm kind of unsure of how Kurt and Blaine should meet. If you have any ideas feel free to tell me.

Also- about Sam crying- let me tell you seeing a big tough guy cry is possibly one of the most heartbreaking things you will ever see. (I was so sad when he was crying in 'Rumors'). Trust me- when my water polo team went to states this year the guys team almost won and played an awesome game and lost (coming in second). A bunch of the seniors were crying and it was the most heartbreaking thing I ever saw- well- it also could've been all the chlorine in the pool. I think it takes a true man to cry in public :) (but that's my opinion).

Well anyways- I'll try to finish chapter 3 as soon as possible. It has some Puckleberry :D and some Finn crying. Also some Brittana. And also Quinn does something really bad... Like REALLY bad.

I hope you'll like it.