A/N: I've always wanted to write a story on Rachel being bullied. And I've always wanted to write it in Pezberry verse. Because lets face it, Pezberry is and will always be my OTP. So this story will be a few chapters. I'm going to try and finish this all tonight while its still fresh in my mind.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this, nor do I own the show. The mistakes are mine.

Since the first day of school, Rachel Berry has tried everything in her power to become friends with every single one of her peers. She's tried joining every Club the school has had, tried offering her services to those who needed tutoring and even offered to help them study for up coming tests. Upon doing so, Rachel was able to obtain only two friendships.

Brittany Pierce. Leading up into sophomore year of their lives, the ditzy blond was having major trouble with pretty much all of her classes. She had talked to Miss Pilsbury about what she could do about her grades instead of the school getting a hold of her parents. The red headed woman chewed on her lower lip before a name that was scribbled on her note pad caught her eye. "Do you know who Rachel Berry is?"

Brittany furrowed her eyebrows as she sorted through her jumbled mind until the name rang a bell and caused the blonde cheerleader to smile and nod. "Of course, she's in my cooking class with me,"

"Well, she's been offering tutoring to those who need it since her freshmen year, she's pretty smart and I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping you," the guidance counselor explained as she dug into her desk and pulled out a tiny sticky note pad and began to write a note on it.

"Well she's really nice to me and she's never talked down to me like I was stupid or something, I think it would be fun,"

Miss Pilsbury ripped the sticky note off the pad and handed it to Brittany who stood and walked out with an enthusastic 'thank you'. Rachel met up with the girl after she got out of her cheerleading practice and it was an instant connection with the two.

Sam Evans. He had just moved to McKinley High in the middle of his sophomore year and he didn't know anybody. He wasn't that much of an out spoken kid so he kept to himself. It was two weeks into his arrival and he found himself bumping into a rather sticky and shivering girl, he didn't mean to but his solid body caused the girl to fall on the ground.

"I'm so sorry," he had said and leaned down to help her up. The girl placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am fine thank you," she looked up at him and smiled, even though he could see that the smile didn't reach her eyes by any means. "I hope I didn't get you dirty or anything,"

Sam shook his head, "No," he looked her over and seen that she was covered in red slushie instantly feeling bad for the girl. "Do you need help getting cleaned up?" the girl looked up at him in a weird way and he began to back track, "I mean just to help you, I'm not trying to sneak a look or anything, I'm not like that,"

The girl smiled, "I trust you, and I would love help," she held her hand back out to him and he took it, not caring that it was sticky and cold. "My name is Rachel Berry,"

"Sam Evans,"

From that day on they became best of friends and Rachel's life had gotten slightly less hellish. But that didn't mean the attacks stopped. No, if anything, they got worse.

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Since the first day of Rachel's freshmen year, no matter how hard she tried to make friends, she got bullied left and right. Two slushies a day to name calling. Shoved into lockers to books being smacked out of her hands. It was the minor things and also the reason why Rachel tried so hard to make friends. She always came to school with a smile on her face and the need to prove to her bulies that they weren't going to bring her down. So when she became friends with those three, she felt like her life would get better.

That didn't happen.

A month into meeting Sam, Rachel had gotten some news that she thought she would never get in her life. School had just let out and she was ready to get home so she could change and meet Brittany at her house for some more tutoring. She drove all the way to her house and found that neither of her fathers were home. It didn't really phase her, she knew they both worked late. Her dad being a lawyer and her father being a doctor. She parked in one of the empty spots and turned her car off then hopped out with her back pack in hand as she rushed up to the front door. It was going to rain soon.

When she shut the door behind her, she saw that the lights were all off so she decided to walk through and turn on a few of them. On her way through she pressed the phone machine button and let the three messages that were on the device play.

"Mr. Berry this is Charles from the office, if you could give me a call, thank you,"

"Leroy, I need you to give me a call, your mother is worried about you and we really want to hear your voice. Please, we love you son,"

Rachel rolled her eyes at that one. Her dad's parents never really liked who he had become and when they found out about her they instantly lost all contact with him. So it only proved they didn't like any of his life styke choices.

"Rachel, your father and I left this morning. We talked about it and we need to finish out our dreams. Now that you are 17 and about to graduate high school in another year, we feel like we have done our part. So we won't be coming back anytime soon. We did open up a savings account for you. You can use it when you need it, food or bills. But once that money runs out, you will need to get a job. We can't support you forever. So with that being said, the house is paid off and stocked with food for now. Don't destory it, we still want to come back to it when you move out. We love you . Bye."

She couldn't believe her ears. Her fathers left her? For good this time. She knew it was bound to happen but not this soon. Her knees had given out on her by the middle of the message so she found herself crying on the floor. The sobs grew with each passing second until she began to hiccup. She had to stop other wise she was going to make herself sick. But she didn't stop, no instead she cried herself to sleep.

When she finally came too, it was dark. Her head pounded and her throat was sore from all the screaming she did. Her body felt numb but she stood anyways and saw that she had another message. Her finger pressed the button to play it.

"Rachie? Are you okay? You never came over like you were suppose to and you didn't answer your cell phone. I'm getting worried about you, will you please call me?"

Brittany's voice had brought Rachel back to reality and was like an instant rush of ice cold water to her body. She looked at her wrist watch and saw that it was only 8 so she still had time to get to the blonde's house. She ran up stairs and got dressed quickly, ignoring the pain in her head.

She had parked outside of the Pierce house hold and took in a steeling breath before getting out and rushing up to the front door. She knocked and awaited for it to open. When it did Brittnay's mother answered it with a kind smile.

"Hello Rachel, Brittany's upstairs going crazy," she woman giggled. Rachel smiled at her and walked in.

"Well I'm here now, I'll calm her down," she went to walk up the steps but was stopped by the woman again.

"Santana's up there too,"

Hearing the latina's name caught Rachel off guard and the sense of not belonging there overwhelmed her. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding to Brittany's mother then walking up the steps. She got to Brittany's door that was opened just a smidge which meant she was invitng anyone in. Kind of like leaving the porch light on for someone. She pushed on the door and spotted Santana on the bed with Brittany crying into her chest.

"Brittany?"

Both girls looked towards the door to see the girl standing there, she looked slightly defeated and small. Smaller then Santana's ever seen her. Just looking at her made the latina think something was up but she didn't say anything, instead she let Brittany pull from her and run towards Rachel, almost toppling her to the ground with a bear hug. Rachel welcomed the hug as her hands gripped onto Brittany's waist, like she was afraid the girl was going to leave too.

Santana watched the embrace, still on the bed and when she caught Rachel's eyes from around the hug, she saw that the girl was slosly breaking on the inside. Something she thought she'd never see in the tiny girl.

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