Walking down the hallways of McKinley High School is torture. You never know when you might get slushed, or when someone just decides they want to hurl an insult at you. I am Rachel Berry, and I am about as confident as they come. At least that's what I let people think. I am part of the Glee club, which I find pretty amazing for a young girl like me. I have talent, and I know it. Sometimes it just gets to my head too much. I ruin friendship after friendship, because my confidence is just too overwhelming. I beg Mr. Shue for every single solo that could possibly come about. Honestly, I have no idea what I would do without Kurt. He keeps me sane. Kurt Humble is a unique guy, and he always makes me feel welcome. We've always been outcast at this school, but I feel like Glee club has made us both stronger. I use to date this guy named Finn, and of course like normal relationships it just didn't work out. Oh well, things happen.

I walk to my locker, and someone is already standing there waiting for me.

"Hey, Kurt", I smile as brightly as possible, but sometimes he can see right through me.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh the usual. You dress like a freak, blah blah."

"Ugh, I can't stand these people. I wish they would just look at us the same."

"Who cares, at least we have each other." I hug Kurt, but I get shoved big time. I push Kurt into the locker, and everyone is staring at that point. I hear Santana laugh, but she always laughs at me.

"Get a room, freaks", Santana says between breaths of air, because she's laughing so hard.

I couldn't control the tears coming down my face. I just wanted one day to walk inside that building and to just feel wanted or even important. I am sick of the girls making snide remarks every time I turn around. I put my back on the wall, and I slide down. I put my head on my knees, and I just let all the tears fall. I try to be strong for everyone, but I can't anymore. I hear the door open, but I'm sure they'll walk right past me. I am invisible.

"Rachel, are you okay", I realize its Mercedes instantly.

I look up at her, and I give a half smirk. Maybe she will leave me alone, because I smiled. She doesn't, she slides down next to me. I've never really gotten along with Mercedes, but we try. We both are pretty strong singers, and just want to beat each other every chance we get. We compete for solos and so on. If I thought I'd be crying next to Mercedes, I'd call my own mind a liar.

"I am okay. Thanks for asking, Mercedes."

"Who was it this time?"

"Santana. The usually, oops sorry for bumping you trick. I ran into Kurt, and then she just had to say get a room to us. I was so embarrassed."

"Don't be. Honestly, it's almost like she has a crush on you. The way she is constantly only bothering you."

"Ha! Santana like me?" I almost laughed hysterically at the thought of her liking me. The big bad Santana liking me? That's nonsense.

"You never know, Rachel. She could. Some people have funny ways of showing it. I'll see you in Glee club."

She gives me a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and she left me there in my thoughts. What if Santana does like me? Do I like her back? I am probably thinking way too far into this. It probably means absolutely nothing. She just likes to see me upset. Exactly, Santana just likes hurting people. I tricked myself into believing that as I walked to History.

There are many classes in this world that you may enjoy, but in my opinion History is way too boring. I don't care about the civil war, or even how the country was founded. It was a long time ago, and it isn't going to affect me right now. I wish we learned about things that were happening at the moment. That would make things far more interesting. I can feel myself nodding off when the bell rings. I love hearing that bell at this time. It means I am going to Glee club. I gather my books, and I head out of the room with my biggest smile. This was definitely the best I've felt all day. That's when I see Santana up ahead of me, and I slow my pace down. I don't want to be caught in the Santana tornado again. When I see her quick her pace, I am guessing to head to Glee club also. I walk faster. I get into the classroom as soon as the bell rings. I see Mr. Shue writing on the board, and I take my usual seat in the front.

"So, class. Anyone want to sing first today", Mr. Shue asks. I thought this was the perfect opportunity to sing a new song. A song no one would probably think I'd sing. It explains how I felt today all too well.

"Okay, Rachel. Floors yours", Mr. Shue says as he walks to the nearest seat.

I hear snickering in the back of the room, and I knew it belonged to Santana. I wasn't going to let her bother me. Not this time. I hear the piano begin, and I walk to the middle of the room. I close my eyes, and I breathe. I think to myself one more time, don't let her bug you. This is your time to shine.

"Crowded hallways, are the loneliest places. For outcast and rebels, or anyone who just dares to be different. And you've been trying for so long to find out where your place is, but in their narrow minds there is no room for anyone who dares to do something different."

I open my eyes, and I stare directly at Santana. I don't let her intimidate me. I don't lose the eye contact.

"Trust the one who's been where you are wishing all it was but sticks and stones. Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone. You're not invisible. Hear me out, there's so much more to life than what you're feeling now. Someday you'll look back on all these days and all this pain is gonna be invisible. Oh, invisible."

I close my eyes, and when I finish the song I open them again. Everyone is staring at me, and Mercedes is the first to get up and give me a hug. It was followed by Kurt, Blaine, Artie, Sam, Tina, Brittany, Finn, Puck, Mike, and even Quinn joined in. Mr. Shue stood up out of his chair, and he sat their clapping. Santana still sat in her chair in the back, didn't even stand. I stared at her, and deep down I was really curious what she was thinking.