Sometimes, things could be avoided. Sometimes things would sort themselves out without the need for violence or confrontation. Things could just have a happy ending, the bad guys would come to their senses and everyone involved would win.

Except this wasn't one of those times. Mercedes knew this as she prepared to face the biggest bully on the campus. There was no easy solution that was stress and worry free for everyone. Sometimes, things just had to get done. Someone had to step up and say no. This was one of those times, and she was defendant that that someone would have to be her.

She had seen that things were changing with her best friend, and not in a way that made her feel safe. He was nervous and skittish, jumping at everything that moved. But what really scared her was that he was avoiding people, not just her but everyone. And whenever he did come to her, he seemed distracted, as if he were ready to run at any moment. She didn't know if anyone else had noticed, or even if he had noticed. She just knew that she wanted to make it stop, she would make it stop. No one scared her friends like this.

"Hey Goliath, we need to talk." She said, coming into the football locker rooms boldly, stating herself like she wasn't afraid, a dead lie. Truthfully, she was terrified. But she would never let him know that. All the other boys turned their heads, wondering what was going on. But the object of her attention was the last to turn around, seeming to bore a hole through her head with his eyes. She felt a desperate need to hide herself, to pull herself from under his gaze, but she remained still. She knew what he was doing, he was seeing why she had come.

"I have nothing to say to you Aretha." She flinched inwardly at her pet name that only Puck had used for her before. Obviously he ad picked it up. She clutched her bag a little tighter and straightened herself. She had made a choice to not back down, and she wasn't going back on it now.

"Well I have something to say to you, and your going to listen. I've tried to ignore all this, but I'm just not going to do it anymore. You need to stay away from Kurt." There, she said it, and she almost had to stop a smug smile from coming across her face. She had actually done it. In true Mercedes fashion, she shifted her weight to one side and crossed her arms over her chest. Confidence radiated off of her. She thought she could handle this, and that only made Karofsky angry.

"And what makes you think that's going to happen, huh? Its not like I go hunting him out or anything. I just cant stand it when some guy shakes his butt in my face. It's disgusting, and I just don't want to look at it." He said, advancing toward her. But even though this frightened her, all the while she knew something was off his menacing attempt. He was still boring into her with his eyes. He was looking for something, some sort of knowledge over him. Something he thought she may know. It didn't take long for her to put two and two together and figure out that Kurt had been hiding something from her. He was afraid she knew something, something he did to him. She didn't know what it was, but it made her angry. What could he have done to Kurt that he was so afraid would get out? Suddenly, she had an idea, and she smiled darkly as to use it.

"See something you don't like imbecile? Yea, I know what your hiding, and you better bet that you'll be ruined once everyone knows." She knew that it was dangerous to taunt him, but she thought maybe she could use this phantom knowledge against him. She was so fixated in maintaining eye contact with her that she never saw the hand coming down on the locker beside her, and it made her jump backward, almost into a corner.

"You better watch you mouth girl." Azimio said, peering into her eyes with a different kind of cruelty than Karofsky. He reminded her of the type of guy that her dad had always warned her to stay away from. Someone who thought of girls as objects. But right now he wasn't her focus. She looked back to Karofsky to see that he had gotten considerably more angry.

"You don't even know what your talking about Jones. As if I'd ever want to be near a disgusting queer like him for any length of time." She wondered what that meant, but she tried to keep a look of smug superiority. All the while, Mercedes mind was racing. What did he mean by he didn't want to be near him? He was obviously covering something up for his friends, but what? The more she dug into this, the more scared she got. Oh God, what could he have done?

"Oh doubt that. You know what you are? A pathetic excuse for a guy who has to put other people down in order to make himself feel better. You actually have to harass Kurt because otherwise you couldn't even live with how small you are, really. When I actually look at it, I should feel sorry for you. You're a scared little boy who has to scare other people to feel good. But I've had it, it is not going to be Kurt anymore. So I'll ask you one more time nicely. Leave him alone." She said, coming closer to him. As she moved, he looked more and more scared like she was trapping him. Before she knew what had hit her, she was slammed into one of the lockers. Pain shot up her back, and she wanted to cry out. But she couldn't give him that satisfaction, so she let out a hiss and looked him in the eyes again. There was only a cold hatred there, and it made her heart stop. The look in his eyes could only be called homicidal. She felt as if she couldn't breath. What had she gotten herself into?

"Do you know what happens to girls when they walk into the boys locker room, looking for a fight?" He asked, getting into her face to where she could feel his warm breath on her face. She finally closed her eyes, desperate to get away.

"Please don't do this." She whispered, scared out of her mind. A quick thought flashed across her mind, asking her if this was how Kurt felt everyday while she had stood by. While everyone stood by. She began to feel sick, and had to open her eyes again.

"Sorry darling, you asked for it." He murmured, putting his hand on her shoulder and tracing her frame down her arm. Then he slapped her, sending a red flash across he vision. As soon as she could see plainly again, she knew that the wolves had descended. Desperately, she wondered if anyone would come to help her.

Yea, right. She knew that answer to that.

A/N So how do you like it? Good, bad? This is my first Glee fan fiction, so sorry if it didn't come out good. But I've had this idea on my mind for a while. Please review and tell me what you think!