Most of this will be Rachel centric.

Honestly y'all the ship ideas I'm coming up with are crazy. Might do faberry, might do something like Rachel/Puck/Sam. Who freaking knows. If you have a suggestion or idea let me know.

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Rachel's pov

Walking into the choir room I took her usual seat and waited for Mr. Schuester while glancing at the whiteboard. 'Feelings' was written across it. Biting down on my lip I pull sheet music from my binder.

"Alright," He clapped his hands. "Who wants to go first?"

Raising my hand I hear almost everyone in the room sigh. This is why I've barely spoken today.

I get up handing the sheet music to Brad and sit down on the stool. I furrow my eyebrows when they all look at me confused and that's when I realized they've just now realized I'm wearing something other than a skirt and sweater. The leggings and tshirt are very different from my usual clothing.

I give a thumbs up to Brad and close my eyes as the piano starts.

Somebody get me a hammer
Wanna break all the clocks and the mirrors
And go back to a time that was different
A time when I
Didn't feel like there was something missing
Now my body and mind are so distant
Don't know how to escape from this prison

How can I
Free my mind?

I see Mr. Schue look at me in complete sadness and realization but I look toward the others and keep singing.

Cause I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe

I can't breathe

How can I live in the moment
When my thoughts never feel like my own and
Don't know how to admit that I'm broken

How can I
Be alright?

Cause I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe (2x)

I can't breathe

By the time I finish multiple people have watery eyes and I sit back down. Someone places their hand on my should and I shrug them off scooting my chair over.

"That was beautiful, Rachel," Mr. Schuester smiles but it doesn't meet his eyes.

"Who's next?" I look around and raise my eyebrows in surprise as Noah raises his hand.

"I'll go next," He get off his chair and closes the choir room doors. "this songs going to be loud." He walks over to the band and tells them his song choice before standing in the middle of the room. He looks directly at me as Imagine Dragon's I'm So Sorry fills the room.

Getting off my chair I walk over to where he's standing and wrap my arms around him. Feeling his arms wrap around me I speak quietly so that only he can hear me.

"Thank you, Noah, but you don't have anything to say sorry for. You've hardly done anything wrong," I lay my head on his shoulder.

"But I do, princess." Princess? That was new. "I should have been sticking up for you. I'm sorry." He turns his head to kiss my forehead before pulling away while still keeping an arm around me.

Puck walks me back to my chair where he sits down pulling me onto his lap. I sigh failing to hide a small smile as he protectively wraps his arms around me and I lean back against him for the rest of the lesson.

..

"You guys are dismissed. Rachel, stay behind please."

Seeing Noah look apprehensive and I smile talking softly. "I'll be fine. I'll meet you for lunch."

He smiles kissing my head. "I'll see you then."

"I owe you an apology Rachel. I've let them get away with their rude comments for far too long and I'm sorry. It's my job as a teacher to handle it when I hear kids being mean. I should've put a stop to it." Mr. Schue runs a hand over his face and I sigh.

"Yeah, you probably should have. The thing is, they wouldn't have stopped. Just like even now after that song, I'm going to come to glee tomorrow and nothing will change. Quinn will still call me Ru Paul, Man Hands, and Treasure Trail. Santana will continue to point out everything she hates about me and everything she thinks I'm horrible at even though she reminds me every chance she gets. So, obviously I know already! She just likes to make me miserable. Mercedes, Tina, and Kurt will still act like they like me but as soon as I turn around they will talk about me and complain about me as if I can't still hear them. Just like every time I open my mouth at least one person in this club complains, sighs, rolls their eyes, or all three!" I blink away the tears that are making my eyesight blurry and wipe my cheeks.

"Honestly, Mr. Schue, I don't wanna do it anymore." I look at the floor walking out of the room and straight into Quinn and Santana.

Shaking my head in disappointment I walk past them and head toward the bleachers knowing that's where Noah is.

..

"What are you doing out here, princess? Don't you have class?" Noah asks me as I sit down on the cold bleachers.

"Don't you?" I look at him pointedly while shivering.

"Fair point." He hands me his flannel to put on and we both laugh at how big it is on me. It was at least 2 sizes too big. I pout realizing he took a picture of me laughing.

"That's not fair," I whine reaching for his phone. "I probably look horrible."

"You look beautiful." He kisses my head and I look up at him.

"Why are you being so nice to me? Is it because you feel sorry for me?" My voice becomes quieter toward the end and I look down.

"I feel sorry, really sorry, but I don't feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for not standing up for you because you're my friend. I'm being nice to you because you deserve it and I want to be."

I lean into him and he wrap an arm around me.

"Seems like you're the only one who thinks so." I mumble into his shoulder.

"Maybe, but what matters is that I do think so and that I'm right. You deserve kindness, Rachel."

"Who knew you were totally a softie?" I smile.

"Tell anyone and I'll have to tickle you," I gasp loudly.

"You wouldn't!"

"Oh I so would." I get up to run along the bleachers but he easily catches me and attacks my waist with his fingers.

"Stop!" I let out in between giggles. He eventually stops his tickle attack and wraps an arm around me walking me back inside.

"Actually, Noah, can we get out of here?" I ask him after seeing everyone else hanging out by the lockers.

"Sure, princess. I just have to get my keys." I put my head down leaning against him as I hear him angrily say, "Not today." as we walk past them.

He gets his keys and we walk out to his pickup truck.

. later that day .

"I texted Sam earlier, he's gonna bring us our homework." Noah explains as we walk downstairs.

"Hey, sweetheart. How long have you been home?" Daddy questions while look confusedly at Noah.

"About that, we left school early. I sang this song in glee that made me pretty emotional and Mr. Schue talked to me afterwards. I just wanted to get out of there so Noah took me home. We're waiting on Sam, someone from glee, to bring our homework so we can work on it together." I explain guilty as I hear the door bell.

"I'll get it." Noah smiles knowing it's just Sam.

"I thought you liked-" My dad looks at me in confusion.

"I do. Noah and I are strictly friends right now."

"Uh Rach!" Noah calls from the front of the house. I groan and walk towards the front door to see Sam, Mike, Tina, and Brittany.

"They saw me getting your work and wanted to come with." Sam sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"That's okay, Sam. Come on in, we can go downstairs." I grab my bag from Sam's arm and lead them to the basement.

"Rachel?" Tina asks once we get the stairs. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"Sure. Noah, can you lead the way? I doubt anyone remembers from that god awful party."

"Sure thing, princess."

Tina and I walk into the kitchen to get drinks and popcorn.

"I'm sorry!" She blurts out. "I should have never gone along with Kurt and Mercedes and I should have stuck up for you. I never meant for you to feel bad. I'm so so sorry, Rachel." Her eyes are watery by the time she's done and I wrap my arms around her shoulders.

"I forgive you, Tina." We pull apart and smile going downstairs.

Somewhat awkward place to end it but whatever. Let me know what you guys think!