It wasn't her fault, not really. That damn voice, and those deep blue eyes. It couldn't possibly have been a plan, it couldn't possibly have been done on purpose just to torture her. Could it?
Kitty Wilde sat with her arms crossed over her chest, a half-grimace half-glare taking hold of her features in a very familiar way as she stared at the brown haired beauty who sat across the room from her, laughing.
What's she so happy about anyway? Kitty thought with a snarl.
Probably Jake… The back of her mind whispered.
"No." She spat firmly, something must be playing with her brain. Jake would never go for that loser. She told herself in an attempt to redirect the jealously from the one she couldn't admit, to the one she couldn't care less about.
"Huh?" A distracted Brittany mutters from the seat beside Kitty, having heard the vicious denial Kitty had unwittingly spoken aloud. "What for?" Brittany asked looking up from the phone in her lap, a quick glance down told Kitty exactly why the other blonde Cheerio was so distracted.
God, did they ever stop sexting? She thought with a disgusted look crinkling the corner of her eyes. "Nothing." She sneered.
Brittany shrugged and went back to her phone, a giggle bursting forth at whatever text she'd just received from Santana.
Kitty turned her attention back to the cause for her anger, though deep down it was something far from anger that was being caused. "Stupid little orphan Annie." She whispered, careful not to disturb Brittany, "Why are they fawning over her like that? Hand-me-down clothes, and such a modest expression; who's she fooling?" She went on ranting, meanwhile the back of her mind, the part that always managed to slip itself as far down into the gutter as was possible whispered back.
But she'd look much better without those on, hmmm? A few less clothes, flushed cheeks, ruffled hair…. Wonder what she really looks like under all those rags….
"No." She spat for the second time in what must have been mere minutes.
Standing up straight, with a determined mind-set and a knowing expression, Kitty walked over to where Marley and Jake were sitting on those fugly yellow plastic chairs, like seriously, had no one enough sense to decorate the choir room with at least a little bit of style?
"Hey Kitty." Jake said cautiously, fully ready to jump up and shield Marley from whatever hell the small Cheerio had brought with her.
"Calm down, Puckerman." Kitty said deliberately, smirking as he stiffened with the use of his last name. Any reminder of his sibling was a touchy subject.
"I just wanted to talk to Marley for a minute." She continued, careful to keep her eyes away from the face of one Miss Marley Rose.
"What for?" he asked sceptically, once again playing hero.
"None of your business, Fuckerman." She shot at him, smiling innocently when he stood straight up, knocking a chair over and causing Artie, Tina and Finn to look over from where they worked on the plans for Grease.
"Watch it, Kitty." He said menacingly, his chest puffed up in a way that reminded Kitty of a balloon, one that she'd just love to pop…
"Why don't you jus-" Kitty's likely offensive and cruel suggestion is cut off when Marley places a hand on Jake's arm, pushing him out from in front of her, and says plainly, "It's fine Jake."
Kitty's eyelids flutter at the sound of Marley's voice, but she manages to keep the same snarky, satisfied smirk on her face, and thank god she could. If Kitty weren't such a careful actress, her secret would be all over the place by now.
Sending a smile that said 'good dog', Kitty turned on her heel and started walking out of the choir room, assuming, correctly, that Marley would follow.
Once safely away from the assorted looks of pathetic that the rest of the Glee Club had managed to perfect after the loss of most of their relationships, Kitty finally let herself look at the taller girl in front of her.
"What was it you wanted to say Kitty?" Marley asked with a voice of confusion, wariness, and a slight edge that made Kitty want to just break down and apologise for everything.
But no, she couldn't do that, because she was Kitty-Fucking-Wilde, and no one messed with her, no one changed her, and no one over powered her. Except of course, for Marley Rose, who didn't even know she could.
A rush of anger raced through her at that thought, how could this girl have so much power, without even trying?
"Look Walmart," Kitty said, sneering at the clothes of the brunette she hated not to hate. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to take another try at that sleepover thing."
Marley's thin eyebrows came down to meet, confusion evident from the crinkled skin around her baby blue eyes. "What?"
Kitty sighed. "Oh you know, when all the girls in Grease came over…"
"Yeah, I know that." Marley said, confusion still lingering. "But what do you mean by 'take another try'?"
Kitty bit her bottom lip until she realised Marley could see her, quickly straightening her jaw in an attempt to look once again annoyed with the question.
"I wasn't exactly, 'nice' before." Kitty said slowly. "Besides it wasn't a real sleep over, what with Tranny-Boy-Girl running around with her dinky taped down." She added the last part once she saw the shocked look on Marley's face. After all, Kitty didn't have to be nice, Kitty didn't even like her.
"Maybe we could just have a sleep over." Kitty tried once Marley gave no response.
"J-just the two of us?" Marley asked shocked into stuttering. But you hate me…. She thought to herself. Don't you?
"Yeah." Kitty said, pausing too long for her liking before she added with a played on sigh. "Sickly Sweet Candy's voice drives me up the wall, Tina can't keep her mouth shut for ten minutes without some comment about Boy-Chang and Brittany can barely open a door, let alone do anything worth doing at a sleep over."
The explanation seemed to work for Marley, as she had a look of discomfort at the tearing down of her almost-friends, but nodded her head nonetheless.
"Great!" Kitty said with far too much of her characteristic Cheerio happiness at getting her way.
"My house, tomorrow at 8."
She said before once again spinning on her heel and marching away from a confused Marley.
Now she just had to figure out what the hell she just did, and how she could use it to her advantage.
And if she can't use this sleep over as a way to hate Marley, at least she could get the chance to spend some time with her.
Who knows, maybe she might li- tolerate, the girl. She stopped herself from using the offensive word, instead focusing her brain on what was important. Like how she could fit in a Jock-strap-varsity tear down to take out her anger. After all, those boys just loved to be picked on by a pretty girl.

*Author's Note*
Hey, so this is my first submitted fanfiction, and I'd absolutely love any kind of coments, reviews, critics, whatever you guys have to say. I really want to get better at writting, and I can just, see places where I could be better, but I'm not, and it would be wonderful if any of you glorious people could contribute to my growth. (Ooh big words!)
And as a note about this specific fanfic, I hope to add to it soon, I just love the love-hate tension Marley and Kitty have. Also, (since I'm not sure how the system for rating goes, as in what's too mature, and what's appropriate for teen) the rating might change depending on how this story plays out.