Sticks and Stones

"What are you doing Man Hands?" Santana asked.

"Well Santana if you must know I am reading a letter to my secret admirer… I cant stand not knowing who loves me as much as I love me."

How the hell did Berry get a secret admirer? She's so annoying… and I find it hard to believe someone actually likes Rachel as much as she does. I wonder who it is? Maybe I should find out and bust whoever it is to everyone. You have just reached a new level of mean Santana, way to go!

"Hello," Rachel said interrupting her thoughts "You still there Santana?"

"Gotta go Man Hands, see you in Glee" Maybe- Santana thought, Her secret admirer comes to deliver the notes during Glee Club.

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I sat crouched down from inside the Janitor's closet waiting for somebody to walk over to Rachel's locker. I told Mr. Shue I didn't feel too good so I "went to the nurse". I just hope this person shows up so I have a good reason to ditch Glee, which even though I hate to admit it, it is my favorite part of the day.

I heard footsteps and strained my eyes so I could see through the tiny slits in the door. Suddenly Brittany came into view. Man, I thought, she's probably just going into the bathroom to figure out how to open her eye shadow container. Can't anything interesting happen in these stupid hallways. As if to answer my question Britanny reached into her pocket and pulled out to something small and white and shoved it gently into Rachel's locker.

"Uhh," I gasped. Than quickly regretted gasping aloud as Britanny turned around.

"Who's there? God, is that you, or is it Mr. Easter Bunny? How come I didn't get any chocolate in my Easter basket this year? Come out, don't worry I won't tell anybody you're here." Britanny said as I panicked to find something to say to her.

" I'm just your conscience telling you to go back to class before someone catches you out here." I said in a high- pitched voice.

She looked around confused for a second before turning to run back to class. As soon as she was gone I ran over to Rachel's locker and opened it with my mad- opening locker – skills. I took the folded piece of paper and opened it up. It read:

Dear Rachel my love,

I have longed for your heart and dream of your kisses. I don't deserve you yet I constantly hope that someday you may love me with the same intensity that I love thee. Thy beauty is powerful and hypnotizing. Whenever I am around you I yearn to reach out and touch you, to feel your soft skin against mine. To hold your hand as we walk down the hallway. Your singing is the sound of angeles ringing in my ears. I don't deserve you, yet wish to have you.

Love,

Your Secret Admirer