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"So." Wes rounded on Taylor as they left the spare room, Kurt, Blaine, David, and the Twins long gone.

"Hmm?" Taylor replied, busy stuffing dance shoes into her bag.

"If you won't tell me why you're here, then tell me about your family," he said as he lifted the bag onto his shoulder, ignoring Taylor's yelp of protest.

"Well…" she said doubtfully, still pulling on the strap of the bag.

"Please?" he said, looking into her eyes.

"Fine!" she surrendered. "Alright."

"When I was born my parents were poor. Like, super poor, way too poor to sustain a child," she shuddered. "They sent me to the orphanage when I was two, hoping that someone else could at least keep me healthy, safe. They visited me almost every night, to remind me that they loved me, and that they were still my parents"

"What orphanage?" Taylor turned to him curiously.

"Falcon Ridge. Out in LA," she said as he cringed slightly.

"Something wrong?" she turned to him worriedly.

"Nothing. Just… brings back memories," he said with a shake of his head.
"Right. Well, so when I was about seven, my parents had finally made enough money to take care of me so they brought me home. I wasn't very happy about it though," she said bitterly.

"My best friend was there, at the orphanage. He and I, we were inseparable." she smiled.

"I don't remember his name, just the nickname I gave him. Easley, I think it was?" she said thoughtfully, frowning slightly.

"And I had one too. But I can't remember-"

"Twizzler."

She looked to him in surprise.

"But how…wait…no," she said, turning to him, eyes widening.

"It can't be. That is NOT possible. But… whoa," she said, eyes wide with shock as she slide onto the floor.

They sat in silence for a while until Wes cleared his throat.

"Lemons in Sprite," he began softly.

"And cherries on Coke." she said, a little louder.

"Oh so thirsty, four in a row."

"Keep on singing till you croak."

"My mother had a pickle, my father had a cake."

"We all tend to sing this song when the orange slays the rake"

"Don't you keep on telling me my story isn't true"

"If you do not watch yourself, you'll keep on going through, through, through."

Wes and Taylor finished, the last lines of the song echoing off the walls.

"I… I have to go. Shower and stuff," Taylor said as she stretched, a yawn escaping her lips. "I can't believe I still remember that song."

"You remember the lamest song known to man, yet you fail to remember my name," Wes teased her.

"Wesley Hughes," Taylor said sternly, hands on hips. "I did not forget your name. It merely escaped my mind."

And with that, she flounced up the stairs and out of sight, her laughter ringing throughout the house.

Wes sat in silence for a moment, staring into space, a large smile on his face.

"Twizzler, I… I think… I…" He shook his head and stood up, walking towards the stairs with a dreamy expression on his face. Before he could start upstairs however, someone knocked on the door. He walked through the rooms swiftly, and then pulled open the heavy door.

"Where's Taylor?" a girl asked him as she struggled to pull her shoe on without dropping the bulging sack she held. She was in the Dobry Hall school uniform, her long black hair pulled back in a way reminiscent of Princess Jasmine. She wore a blue headband with a sapphire in the middle as well, increasing her resemblance to the princess. However, her clear green eyes and pale skin threw it off.

"Goddamnit, please tell me they didn't send me to the wrong house," she groaned, pushing past Wes into the house, calling over her shoulder.

"This is Windsor, right? They said she'd be here."

"Uh… she… she just went upstairs," Wes replied confusedly, running after the girl. "Who are you?"

The girl turned to face him.

"Wha…? Oh I'm sorry! I must seem so rude." she came forward to shake his hand.

"I'm Jasmine Gardner. And I," she said, turning back towards the stairs. "Am looking for my best friend."

She raced up the stairs, Wes trailing after her.

A soft knocking on Kurt's door made him look up from his magazine as he said," Come in. "

Taylor stood in the doorway, now freshly bathed and clothed, entering the room and easing the door closed.

"Uh…Kurt? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." he beckoned her over and she sat down on the bed next to him.

"Are you gay? I mean, I don't want to be pushy or anything but…?" She turned to look at him, a question in her eyes.

He smiled at her. "Last I checked."

She took a deep breath and said," I… need to tell you something. And I was wondering… if you could help me understand. Because I've been dealing with this for a while now I guess, and I still don't understand why it happened."

Kurt raised his eyebrows, but he said nothing.

"It started in middle school. There was this girl- Jenna. She and I were friends- pretty good friends. Then one day, she told me that she was lesbian, and that she knew I was too. I tried to convince her that she was wrong, that I was straight. She ignored me… and then she kissed me.
She was about twice my size. I couldn't do anything. And then she asked me if… if she'd made me sure of who I was. And I…I said…God, Kurt don't hate me… I am sure. I'm straight. And I could never…never be friends with a lezbo. But Kurt I didn't mean it!" Taylor sobbed.

" I was just so angry. And I knew it'd be social suicide if I stayed. So for high school, I transferred to a school out of the district. Where she couldn't find me. And freshman year, it was fine. I was a cheerleader, I had friends, I was popular. I thought it was going to be alright.

But sophmore year, she found me again. I stayed as far away from her as I could, but she followed me everywhere. She didn't talk to me, didn't touch me. But by the end of the year, the paranoia was too much for me. So I transferred again. To a school farther away. But she was there, on the first day of school. She'd grab me in the halls and kiss me in front of everyone, and I couldn't escape. No one would talk to me. They all acted as though… as though I wasnt there. People just called me, "that lezbo girl." when they absolutely had to. And the worst part is, I'm not even Lesbian!" Taylor cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

"She'd follow me everywhere, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore. I told to back off. That she was a bitch who used me so she wouldn't feel alone. That we were never really friends, and I had just felt sorry for her. That I hated lesbians. And she got mad. Really mad. She beat me for hours. She broke my left arm and cracked a few ribs. She bruised me until I was black and blue all over. And she told me that if I told anyone that she did it… she'd kill me. She left me bleeding in the street." Taylor said, glassy eyes fixed on the door frame in front of her.

I told my dad that I got hit by a bus… and I know he didn't believe me, but he was too busy to press further. I healed. I stayed quiet. And I asked my dad if I could go to boarding school, far away. Her family was kind of poor, so no way she could afford it. I chose Ohio, because it's the last place anyone would look. I almost went to Dobry Hall. Almost. I could've been normal, had normal friends. But I knew she'd find me. But at an all boys school, there was no way. So I chose Dalton. The school board fighted it at first, but they realized it was a life or death situation. They organized everything- they're the ones who bought me that wig. I stopped going to school about about a month ago while they got it all ready. I haven't seen Jenna since." she sighed.

"My best friend, Jasmin, wanted to come with me. They wouldn't let her though, so she just went to Dobry. She was supposed to come see me today." Taylor finished quietly.

Kurt awkwardly patted her on the back and they sat in silence for a moment. Then suddenly, the door flew open and Wes burst in, Jasmin following him.

"Wha…Wes…Jas-" Taylor was cut off abruptly as Jasmin spotted her and promptly tackled her.

"Dude…Jasmin…JASMIN," Taylor groaned as she detangled herself from her friend.

"She's almost as bad as the twins," Kurt remarked bemusedly.

Jasmin finally pulled away from Taylor, green eyes sparkling as she said. "So. Plan on introducing me to your friends?"

Taylor sighed. " This is Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt nodded in aknowledgement to Jasmin.

"And this," Taylor's expression softened slighty, "is Wes."

Jasmin's eyes widened as she smirked slightly. Taylor, seeing this, began to blush.

"Jazz…" she said warningly, but Jasmin's smile merely grew more pronounced as she sat next to Taylor.

"So. I can't stay long or Hope will kill me. But," she said, turning to Wes. "Can you give the guys this stuff? It's kinda part of reason I came."

She gestured towards the lumpy bag at her feet which Wes took with curiosity. Jasmin stood and walked toward the door and the looked at Taylor.

"I'll be back tomorrow. And you're gonna have to talk." Jasmin winked and then she was gone.

"Can we hand out presents tomorrow?" Taylor yawned. "I'm kinda tired… and…"

She made toward the door but tripped across the carpet. Wes, reacting instinctively, caught her inches from the floor. They stood there for a minute, staring at each other until Kurt cleared his throat. They jumped and stepped away from each other, faces flushed.

Taylor backed towards the door slowly.

"Thank…thank you Wes. See you both… tomorrow." She left, closing the door as she went.

Kurt turned to Wes, a smirk growing on his face.

"Shut up," Wes growled. He stalked towards the door, turned and glared at Kurt, and slammed it behind him. Kurt shrugged and went back to reading, still smirking slightly.

Taylor crawled into bed yawning, a dreamy smile on her face as she fell asleep.

The next thing she knew, a bag was being thrust over her head and she was covered in plastic balls.

Chapter 3 complete! I like this one alot better than Ch.2 Please rate/review/favorite. Well, only if you like it. If you don't,z don't bother.