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A/N: I know-it has been way too long since I last updated this! I really didn't mean for it to be so long-I've been busy with my new story and school but my Christmas holidays start tomorrow-so hopefully you can expect more updates!. Also my syoc Coming Home is still accepting characters so please submit some if you're interested!

Chapter 21: Revelation

Waverley's POV

I can't believe my brother never told me about this. I know I'm not the most trustworthy person but it's not like I'd judge him. I'm no homophobe. I'd have been happy for him-if he hadn't wanted to keep it a secret from me. But he did and he has to pay for that. I can be a nice person, really I can but I like everyone to know the truth. Even if it means my brother's going to get hurt.

They're not exactly the most covert secret couple so people would probably have found out soon anyway. I have to convince myself that I'm not being a terrible sister even though I know I am.

I hear Alexis' car leaving the drive-man I wish I was 16 and able to do that, it would make stalking people so much easier-I don't even have my temporary permit yet. So I have to do it the old fashioned way-I run out of the house and manage to scramble into the boot of Alexis' car. He seriously needs to clean out in here, the smell is disgusting, it makes me gag. He stops to pick Griffin up on the way to wherever the hell it is we're going.

I have never hated a car journey more. Literally all Alexis and Griffin do the entire journey is mack on each other. I could just be jealous because my love life is practically non-existent. Corey and I haven't spoken since the first day of term and he basically acts like I don't exist-not that I'm bitter or anything.

The hardest part comes when they arrive at the batting cages, I have to sneak out of the car without being seen. I manage to slip out just before they lock the car and hide in a hedge. As soon as I see them lean in to kiss, I snap a quick picture with my camera and start to walk away.

I hear a voice. "Did you hear that? It sounds like someone's watching us" the voice says. It sounds like Griffin.

I start to run as fast as I can. They can't know it was me.

Griffin's POV

I'm not sure exactly how I feel about Alexis wanting to keep us a secret. I mean I don't exactly want to yell from the rooftops that I'm gay-I saw what those mean bitches did to Ana. And I understand after what he went through but I'm worried that he doesn't want to tell anyone about us because he doesn't like me in the way I think he does. I mean we have hated each other for most of the time we've known each other but I guess all hate eventually leads to love of some description.

I don't even know what Alexis has planned for our date. He's kept his mouth shut about it ever since Regionals which was about a week ago. Hopefully it's good.

I'm surprised when we arrive, and he's come to the batting cages on the outskirts of town.

"Baseball? Really?" I ask.

"Not all gays have to be like Uncle Kurt you know. Some of us actually do like sport" he says.

"I know. You're talking to a swimmer remember. I just didn't take you for a baseball fan" I say.

"We can go somewhere else if you don't like it" he says.

"No, it'll be cool. I've watched baseball but I've never played before" I say.

"Well Griffin Puckerman, today's your lucky day. I'm going to teach you" he says.

"Alexis Lynn, cheerio knows how to play baseball?" I ask.

"My dad taught me when I was younger. Those idiot jocks don't understand that we have stuff in common" he says.

"I still don't understand something. Emilee's ex-boyfriend was beating you up on the first day of the semester. Presumably those guys already know you're gay so why haven't they told anyone else? Or why won't you just come out since people already know?" I ask.

"Because the less people who know the better" he says. His face shows that he doesn't want to talk about this anymore so I quickly change the subject.

"So are you going to teach me how to play baseball or what?" I ask smiling.

"You be the pitcher first, I'll do the batting" he says.

I throw the ball out to him and he hits the ball sending it flying….right into my face causing my nose to bleed.

"Is all baseball supposed to be like that?" I ask holding a tissue to my nose.

"Not usually. Sorry I didn't mean to hit you in the face" he says looking sheepish.

"I've had worse. I cracked my head open on the side of the swimming pool once" I say.

"Really?" he asks.

"Really. I was a little overexcited coming home and my head slammed into the wall rather than my head. Had to get like 10 stitches" I say.

"I've never done that although I did get knocked out once" he says.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I lost my balance and fell off the top of the pyramid in cheerios practice, hit my head on the floor and got knocked out. Mom demoted me to the bottom of the pyramid after that one" he says.

"Oh yeah, I forget that your mom works at our school" I say.

"I wish she didn't. Gives everyone more reasons to hate me having both my parents work at our school" he says.

"Your dad's pretty cool though" I say.

"Yeah but they could have chosen any bloody school in the state to work in, they didn't have to choose mine" he says.

"So you were going to teach me how to bat?" I ask changing the subject again. He seems to be quite touchy about certain things, his parents being one of them.

"Yeah. I'll set up the ball machine to start off with" he says putting a baseball into the big machine behind him.

"How come you didn't use that?" I ask.

"Because I know how to play baseball already" he says.

"So what do I do?" he asks.

"Okay so you need to get in a good stance first. You want to stand with your back leg bent and your back foot on its toe. Your front leg needs to be straight so you have a firm front side and your body and hands are behind the ball. Your hands need to be in a palm up, palm down position like this" he says moving my right hand and left hand so they are in the right position. I feel a slight tingle in my skin when he touches my hands.

"Is that right?" I ask.

"That's great" he says.

"So what now?" I ask.

"It might sound silly but you need to keep your eyes on the ball at all times" he says making me laugh.

"Is that all?" I ask.

"Not yet. Your back knee, hip and your head need to be in a straight line and your head needs to be in the middle of your feet-sort of like a triangle. You need to keep your top arm bent so you have more power behind your spin" he says.

"Am I doing it right?" I ask.

"Perfect. Now I'm going to release the ball" he says spinning the machine and sending the ball flying towards me. I keep my eyes on the ball and smile when I hear the satisfactory sound of my bat making contact with the ball. I watch as it goes flying into the net.

"I did it" I say smiling.

"Yes you did" he says. A silence washes over us and neither one of us moves for a few seconds. Then he leans towards me and kisses me. I hear a click-almost as if someone has taken a photo of us. Then a rustling in the bushes.

"Did you hear that?" I ask.

"It sounds like there's someone there" he says.

"You wait here, I'll go see" I say.

"No way, I'm coming with you" he says.

"It's fine. It'll be quicker if just one of us goes" I say. He doesn't look happy about it but he agrees to stay.

I sprint after the person from the bushes. They're a fast runner, I'll give them that. They don't seem to go very far, they stop at our car and are trying to break in.

"Turn around and don't move" I say. The person turns around and I see the unmistakeable reddish purple hair of Waverley Lynn.

"Should have known it was you" I say.

"I suppose you should have. Who else would be taking covert secret pictures of you and my brother?" she asks with an evil smirk showing her braces.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask.

"My own brother couldn't trust me enough to tell me he was gay" she says.

"Do you blame him?" I ask.

"I wouldn't judge. I'm not a homophobe" she says.

"Then why do you want to make his life a living hell? You know what happens to gay kids at our school. If anyone were ever to find out about us then we'd be outcasts for the rest of our high school career" I say.

"How is that fair? That you have to hide who you are because other people think it's wrong? No one in Glee thinks it is. I don't think it is. I just want my brother to be happy with who he is" she says.

"He is" I reply.

"If he was then he'd just tell people. There's nothing wrong with being who you are no matter what other people think" she says.

"So you're not doing this to be a bitch?" I ask.

"Never when it comes to my brother. It will seem that way and I'm okay with that" she says.

"But you said you were doing it because he never told you" I say confused.

"People can have more than one reason for doing things. Yes part of it is revenge that he never told me. Part of it is wanting people to know the truth and part of it is that I love my brother and I want him to happy. He won't truly be happy if he has to hide his relationship with you even if he doesn't know it yet" she says.

"You are one complicated girl Waverley Lynn" I say.

"I try" she says.

"Still you're going to have to give me that camera" I say reaching out for it.

"Not a chance in hell" she says.

"Looks like I'll have to fight you for it. And since you're such a titch, we all know who'll win that" I say.

"I wouldn't be so sure if I were you" she says.

"You don't fight. You never have" I say.

"You're right. I don't believe in fighting. But you wouldn't hit a girl. Your dad always told you not to" she says.

"It seems we have reached an impasse" I say.

"Just give me the camera Waverley. That way no one gets hurt" I say.

"Not a chance in hell" she says and she runs. I don't follow her. She's right, I won't hit a girl and she doesn't fight. There's no way for me to win. I walk solemnly back to the batting cages.

"What was that about?" Alexis asks. Should I tell him or shouldn't I? He'll hate me if I don't. I have to.

"It was your sister. She's got the picture of us and she's going to show it to the whole school" I say.

"Couldn't you stop her?" he asks.

"No. I'm so sorry" I say.

"Well that's it then. Everyone will know and I may as well prepare to be put in another full body cast" he says.

"That's not going to happen" I say.

"And why's that?" he asks.

"Because you have me to protect you this time. This is going to affect me too you know" I say.

"I'm sorry. I'm being selfish" he says.

"That's okay. It's not going to be easy but once we're out in the open no one can hold us back" I say.

"I love your optimism" he says.

"There's got to be something to balance your negativity" I say ruffling his hair.

"Okay that's enough cutesy couple stuff for now" he says pulling away.

"What do you want to do now then?" I ask.

"I want to hit balls" he says.

"And imagine the ball is Waverley's head?" I ask.

"Precisely" he says making me laugh.

Alexis' POV

News travels fast. Well, maybe I should say everyone is glued to their facebook accounts at all times. Minutes after my sister posts that photo my facebook account is filled with hateful, horrid messages about how I should die and go to hell. I can't be bothered to answer any of them. They're too narrow minded to believe that love is love no matter who it's between.

I burst into my sister's room as soon as I see the photo put up.

"You bitch!" I say.

"So you saw the photo then" she says.

"Griffin told me about it yes. And your little conversation. Why would you think that this would make things any better for me?" I ask.

"Because everything would be out in the open. You wouldn't had to pretend anymore" she says.

"I only have to last in that school for just over a year. Then I could go with Griffin, off to college in an accepting state and I wouldn't have to worry about my so called friends on the cheerios and the jocks wanting to kill me" I say.

"Is it not better to be out in the open?" she asks.

"You just don't get it, you never will. I almost got killed by that guy the last time this came out" I say.

"People will get over it" she says.

"You talk so much about telling the truth and letting everyone know who you are-you're the biggest hypocrite in the world. Your natural hair is brown and your real name isn't even Waverley, it's PARIS!" he yells.

"Those are small things compared to what you're hiding" she says.

"You're still lying about who you really are. The worst one though, is that you pretend to care about people but you couldn't give a damn. You told Becks she was adopted and that caused her to go looking for her biological dad and now she's in a wheelchair and can't ever dance again. You claim to like Corey but you haven't spoken two words to him since you joined Glee, you insulted Jo after she was raped causing Scarletta to beat you up and you fought back even though you claim to detest fighting and worst of all you claim to care for me yet you've just made my life a living hell" I yell.

"You'll thank me one day" she says.

"No I won't. Neither will Griffin. Or Becks, or Corey or Scarletta" I say slamming the door on my way out of her room. I like to have the last word and I really don't want to listen to any more of what she has to say.

It's Monday morning and I have to go into school and face the crowd of idiots that will no doubt be lining up with slushies. I meet Griffin and we walk to school together. He turns to face me before we walk up the school steps.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks.

"I went through a weekend of hate messages already, I'm sure I can handle it" I say.

"We don't have to take this you know" he says.

"We're not going to. I'll fight to be with you no matter what" I say. He takes my hand and I smile. We walk into school together, a team.

No sooner have we got into school than a band of jocks, led by Emilee's ex-boyfriend Liam are lined up, like tigers ready to pounce. They aren't holding any slushies though.

"Where are your slushies?" I ask. Griff pokes me in the ribs as if to say "why the hell are you asking?" but I am wary.

"Slushies are far too good to be wasted on you faggots. We're going to do this the old fashioned way" Liam says. Griff and I start to back away.

"Scared little girlies are we?" one of the jocks taunts.

I look at Griff and we remember our promise from outside. Fight no matter what. I throw the first punch at the jock directly in front of me.

"Ooh feisty gays are we?" he taunts.

"You wanted a fight. You got one" I say throwing a high kick-one of the best things about being a cheerio is that I am insanely flexible. He throws a punch towards my face but I duck and trip him. Griff is fighting just behind me and I hear the satisfying crunch of a nose breaking.

One of the other jocks manages to get a kick at my stomach and I double over but spring to my feet soon afterwards. It's kind of shocking that no teachers have come to break up the fight but that's the teaching staff at this school, most of them turn a blind eye.

We keep fighting but the jocks gain an advantage. I get thrown back against the wall. I try to kick out but this jock is much bigger than I am. He throws a punch at my eye, I trip him. Liam is beating Griffin, he is on the floor clutching his ribs and a huge bruise circles his eye. I grab my back and creep up behind Liam. One of the other jocks sees what I am about to do and tries to pull me away but I send a kick flying right into his groin causing him to fall, screaming like a little girl onto the floor.

I bring my school bag full of books up to his head and whack him. He falls to the floor unconscious.

"That was pretty smooth" Griff says, a slight twinkle in his dampened eyes.

"What can I say? As well as cartwheels and backflips, I also have a talent of knocking people out" I say stepping over Liam to help him up. He groans as I do clutching his ribs.

"You'd better get those ribs looked at" I say.

"I'm fine" he says but he winces every time he moves.

"I'm not taking no for an answer now come on" I say and help him to the nurse's office.

Scarletta's POV

"Scar?" a voice calls behind me. It's lunchtime and I've arranged to meet Ana outside in the courtyard for lunch. I turn to see Griffin Puckerman which is quite surprising because even though I'm dating his sister, we don't really hang out together that much.

"What do you want Griff?" I ask.

"I'm guessing you've seen the photo by now" he says.

"Yeah I'm sorry about that. No one deserves to be outed that way but I thought you were out anyway" I say.

"Not really. Sort of but not really-the only person who knew was my Aunt Marley" he says.

"So let me guess, you arrived to the slushie brigade this morning" I say.

"No, they decided to beat up us instead. Hence the cracked ribs and black eye" he says.

"So what did you want?" I ask.

"Well Alexis is taking this whole being forced out of the closet by his bitchy little sister thing pretty hard so I thought we could do a number in the courtyard this lunchtime to show how the LGBT glee clubbers stick together" he says.

"What number?" I ask.

"YMCA" he says smiling.

"With outfits?" I ask beaming from ear to ear.

"Aye, aye sailor" he says doing a mock salute. He hands me an outfit and we both quickly go and change before meeting everyone out in the courtyard. There's four of us, me, Griffin, Elijah and Anthony all dressed in sailor gear. People may not like Glee Club but most of them do watch when we put on a performance.

Griffin steps forward. "Alexis this is for you. People may hate us, all of us because of who we are but we will stand together no matter what. You can't tear us down no matter how hard you try. Anyone who wants to, no matter what sexual orientation join in this song because in Glee Club we support everyone" he says. The music starts to play over the loudspeakers and Griffin begins to sing.


Young man, there's no need to feel down

I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground

I said, young man, cause you're in a new town

There's no need to be unhappy

(Ana runs up onto the steps beside me and we sing the next verse together)

Ana and Scarletta:

Young man, there's a place you can go

I said, young man, when you're short on your dough

You can stay there, and I'm sure you will find

Many ways to have a good time

All (with arm movements):

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A


They have everything for you men to enjoy,

You can hang out with all the boys


It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

Anthony and Elijah:

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,

You can do whatever you feel

(Kat runs up the stairs and joins in)

Griffin and Kat:

Young man, are you listening to me?

I said, young man, what do you wanna be?

I said young man, you can make real your dreams

But you got to know this one thing

(Rose and Emilee come and stand next to me and Ana on the steps)

Rose and Emilee:

No man does it all by himself

I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf

And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A

I'm sure they can help you today

(All the rest of the glee club members join us on the stairs, even some of the other gay kids who aren't in glee and some straight kids join our song. There's well over 40 of us on the steps)


It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

(Alexis smiles and runs up the stairs to join in the song)


They have everything for you men to enjoy

You can hang out with all the boys


It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

Asher and Kat:

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal

You can do whatever you feel….

Griffin and Scarletta:

Young man, I was once in your shoes

I said, I was down and out with the blues

Jo and Casey:

And just go there to the Y.M.C.A

I'm sure they can help you today

Alexis and Griffin:

That's when someone came up to me

And said, young man, take a walk up the street

Becks and Seb:

There's a place there called the Y.M.C.A

They can start you back on your way


It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A

Elijah and Jay:

They have everything for you men to enjoy

You can hang out with all the boys….

Anthony and Tori:

Y.M.C.A…. you'll find it at the Y.M.C.A

Elijah and Aylish:

Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down

Young man, young man pick yourself off the ground

Alexis and Cher:

Y.M.C.A…. you'll find it at the Y.M.C.A

Scarletta and Cody:

Young man, young man, there's no need to feel down

Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground

Ana and Joy:

Y.M.C.A….just go to the Y.M.C.A


Young man, young man are you listening to me?

Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?

We finish singing and Alexis hugs Griffin.

"Thank you. Thanks all of you, that was amazing" he says. They kiss making most people go aww but making pretty much all of the jocks not in glee club heckle.

"And yet another faggy performance from the glee club" Liam says apparently recovered from the groin kick Griff said Alexis gave him earlier. He's holding a blue slushie. Those are my least favourite, they stain the most.

"Only one? That's not exactly enough for all of us" I say squaring up to him.

"I was just planning to slushie the two lovebirds over there but you appear to be in my way" he says aiming the slushie at my face.

I grab it out of his hands (he's not half as strong as he looks) being careful not spill any. Then with a great satisfication, I throw it into his face. The look on his slushie covered face is priceless.

"I'm going to get you for that" he says.

"How exactly? There's one of you and all of us" I say, the group of people coming closer behind me. He is speechless and just turns on his heel and walks away.

"That was awesome Scar" Alexis says giving me a high five.

"Thank you. Did you see the look on his face?" I ask giggling slightly.

"Priceless!" he says.

"That's exactly what I thought" I say smiling. I get a lot of congratulations from all of my friends from Glee for standing up to one of our bullies for once until finally Ana and I get a moment alone.

"That was really great what you did for Alexis and Griffin" Ana says.

"They deserve it. They're great guys" I say.

"Did I mention you look really sexy in your sailor outfit?" she says moving in closer to me.

"You didn't" I say kissing her, long and slow and sweet.

"Oi lovebirds! We have glee club practice to get to" Alexis calls. He and Griffin are holding hands, looking happier than they have in weeks despite being outed by Waverley. I smile and link my hand with Ana's following them to glee practice.

Waverley's POV

I was the only one who didn't join in on the little Y.M.C.A number in the courtyard at lunch. It's not that I don't want to support Alexis but everyone in Glee hates me anyway so there's no point trying to look as if I'm being supportive. He was right. I'm a fake-my hair, my name, even my attitude. I say I don't fight but I have. I try to be nice but I'm not-if I was then I never would have posted that picture. Still I have to admit, Griffin and Alexis do look happier now that they don't have to keep their relationship a secret so I must have done something right. I have to keep telling myself that otherwise I'd have to face the bitch of a sister that I really am. I claim to like Corey but I haven't done anything about that since the start of the semester. That changes today. I haven't done a solo in glee club yet so maybe if he hears how I sing then he might change his mind about me. I at least have to try.

I go all out with my outfit for the song-the pink dress, blonde wig and a lot of fake diamonds-it's not as if I could get my hands on any real ones.

"Mr Shue I'd like to perform a song today if you don't mind. But I'll need the help of some of the boys" I say.

"Why would we want to help you?" Alexis says narrowing his eyes.

"Because I'm wearing a very short dress and you might have a chance of seeing my underwear" I say winking at Jay. Griffin and Alexis naturally refuse but Jay, Cody, Asher and Sebastian jump up eagerly (with much glaring from their girlfriends). To my delight Corey also agrees to join in.

"I need all of you if this is going to work" I say. They reluctantly sigh.

"Fine but this doesn't mean we like you" Griffin says.

"I didn't say you had to" I say.


The French are glad to die for love

They delight in fighting duels

But I prefer a man who lives

And gives expensive jewels

(I hold my hand out for Jay to kiss before singing the next verse)

A kiss on the hand may be quite continental

(The boys start following my across the choir room)

But diamonds are a girls best friend

A kiss may be grand

But it won't pay the rental

On your humble flat

Or help you at the automat

(The next part is me dancing on my own)

Men grow cold

As girls grow old

And we all lose our charms in the end

But square cut or pear shaped

These rocks don't lose their shape

Diamonds are a girls best friend

(The boys surround me in a circle holding out their fake diamonds with me grabbing them)



Black Starr!

Frost Gorm!

Talk to me Harry Winston

Tell me all about it!

(Jay and Cody pick me up and throw me across the room, then the girls surround me)

There may come a time

When a lass needs a lawyer

(I put my hand on Tori's shoulder)

But diamonds are a girls best friend

There may come a time

When a hard boiled employer

Thinks you're awful nice

But get that dice or else no vice (the girls bend away from me)

He's your guy

When stocks are high

But beware when they start to descend

(The girls crowd round again)

It's then that those louses

Go back to their spouses

Diamonds are a girl's best friend

(The boys stand in two separate lines holding out the fake diamonds and I start to walk through. Jay and Cody pick me up again and carry me over to Asher, whose fake diamonds I grab)

I've heard of affairs

That are strictly platonic

(I grab Corey's fake diamonds)

But diamonds are a girl's best friend

(I let go of them and shuffle over to Sebastian, resting my arms on his hands)

And I think affairs

That you must keep liaisonic

Are better bets

(I whack his fake diamonds and clutch my arms to my chest)

If little pets get big baguettes

(The boys surround me in a circle again)

Time rolls on

And youth is gone

And you can't straighten up when you bend

(Jay and Cody lift me up again and I jump)

But stiff back

Or stiff knees

You stand straight at Tiffany's (I lift my arms straight into the air and all the boys copy. I then spin around)

Diamonds! Diamonds! (me and the boys chasse across the floor)

I don't mean rhinestones (throwing one of the fake diamond necklaces to Mr Schue)

But diamonds are a girls best friend (I jump onto the piano and finish surrounded by the boys holding the necklaces)

"That was quite something Waverley. It could be a great number for Nationals" Mr Schue says.

I start to feel slightly nauseous. "I think she's about barf" Alexis says with far too much glee for my liking. I can't stop myself, I throw up everywhere, all over the choir room and onto the rather unfortunate boy who is standing in front of me (which happens to be Griffin, as if he doesn't hate me enough already). My face flushes red with embarrassment as everyone in the room starts to laugh at me. I run outside and collapse down the wall crying. I can't stand the smell of vomit on my dress, it makes me want to throw up again.

I hear footsteps coming from the choir room. I look up to see Corey standing there with a towel.

"Where did you get that from?" I ask.

"It may make me sound like a dork but I keep a towel in my bag. In case of slushies. I get that's probably not a problem for Coach Lynn's daughter" he says.

"Thank you" I say taking the towel from him and wiping the vomit off my dress.

"I'm sorry about what happened. Your number was actually really good" he says.

"You mean before I barfed everywhere. I'm going to be the laughing stock of the school now" I say.

"Maybe you deserve that. Sorry I didn't mean it, I don't know why I said that" he says.

"No you're right. This is karma trying to bite me in the ass" I say.

"Are you sure? I know that girl and I'm pretty sure Karma's a kicker not a biter" he says making me laugh.

"You should smile more. You look prettier when you smile" he says.

"I didn't think you'd notice" I say.

"I notice a lot of things. You think I don't know that you did that whole number to impress me" he says.

"Were you impressed?" I ask.

"I told you before it was really good" he says.

"So you did. Yet you're still not going to ask me out are you?" I ask. I watch his face closely, the stormy grey eyes, the cropped curly brown hair, the corners of his mouth that crinkle when he smiles.

"I'm not there yet" he says.

"What do you mean you're not there yet?" I ask.

"You've shown you have a human side more in this one conversation than the entirety of this year so far. I feel like we could maybe try and be friends but nothing more. Not yet anyway" he says.

"I don't get it. Do you like me or not?" I ask.

"I'm not sure, that's the point. I need some time. But maybe we could hang out as friends, so I can get to know the real you" he says.

"What makes you think this isn't the real me?" I ask.

"Just a hunch" he says.

"You're one of the only people who hasn't called me a cold hearted bitch" I say.

"I'll admit it does take a very messed up person to out their own brother. There's something mysterious about you Waverley" he says.

"How exactly?" I ask.

"Well for one thing I wouldn't take you as a Marilyn fan" he says.

"Always have been. My mom made me watch Gentleman Prefer Blondes like sixty times when I was younger" I say.

"Nothing wrong with that, it's a great film" he says.

"You like Marilyn?" I ask.

"Everyone loves Marilyn, she's an icon. But I have to say that my favourite movie is Singin' In The Rain. Gene Kelly is just…wow" he says.

"I've never seen it" I admit.

"Okay that will never do. You'll have to come over and see it sometime" he says.

"Sounds like a plan" I say.

"Maybe don't come with the vomit covered clothing though" he says laughing.

"My popularity's going to take a serious beating with that" I say.

"Do you care?" he asks.

"I don't exactly love being popular but at least it means I'm not slushied all the time" I say.

"Maybe you should stop caring so much about what other people think and just do what you want. Follow your heart" he says. He gets up and walks back into the choir room leaving me alone on the floor.

I mull over his words. Follow your heart. The only problem is my heart is telling me that I want Corey and yet he doesn't want me back. So I have to find someone else. Someone to make him jealous and boost my popularity levels to the max whilst I'm at it. I wish the straight glee jocks weren't both taken already but I can't win everything. I clean myself off in the bathroom and change into the skimpy shorts and vest top I have in my locker. I stride down the corridors, like I own the place not giving a damn about the giggles coming from people who no doubt have already heard about the incident in the choir room. I notice Liam (Emilee's ex-boyfriend) checking out my ass. He might be a complete ass but he's attractive and that's all I need.

"You like my ass do you?" I say turning around. My vest top is incredibly low cut also.

"It's very nice" he says, his face flushing red.

"Saturday. You, me Breadstix" I say.

"You're no one special-what do I get out of this?" he asks.

"You get all of this" I say.

"I'm in" he says.

"Good" I say. I flounce down the hallway, look back to see if he's still checking out my ass (which he is) with a huge smile on my face. I'm one step closer to getting Corey Adams.

A/N: I know that took a while-I really didn't mean for it to take so long but hopefully it's worth the wait. I'd like to thank desire at gunpoint for the idea for the Y.M.C.A group number, I enjoyed writing that section most out of this chapter. If you want an idea of what Waverley's routine from the Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend number is supposed to look like then just google Marilyn Monroe-Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend. My syoc Coming Home is still open-if anyone reading this wants to submit. The songs used in this chapter were Y.M.C.A-Village People, performed by New Directions (excluding Waverley Lynn) and LGBT community of McKinley and Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend-Marilyn Monroe, performed by Waverley Lynn. All rights go to owners. I'm not exactly sure when the next update for this story will be but as soon as I know, you'll know.