Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.

Based off one of the chapters in Kat Shady's story 'Dear Writers of Fanfiction'. You should read it. Seriously. It's really funny.

Note: In this story, Sam never left after S2. But him and Mercedes still broke up.

I first saw it when I was walking to my first class of my first day back at McKinley after break. I had heard Rachel and her new boyfriend, Jeremy, arguing quietly in the corner while I was getting my things, but I hadn't thought anything of it. After all, every relationship had problems.

Maybe I should explain. During break, Rachel and Finn had broken up. Those two always had their problems. But then Rachel had met some messy haired, blond guy who had moved here. That was Jeremy. He was from California, a former surfer. Rachel had immediately fallen for him, and before any of us could catch up, they were together. 'We' being New Directions. Of course, we were happy for her, but quite a few of us had been secretly suspicious. Rachel wasn't the type of girl to just quickly fall in love with some guy she didn't really know. Even with Finn, she had known him before. But of course, we didn't say anything. She was happy, and we didn't want to stop that.

Anyway, after grabbing my books, I was walking down the hallway. Rachel was walking the other way, away from Jeremy. I accidentally bumped into her left arm on my way. And that was when I noticed two things. The first one was, when I bumped into her, she winced. Like pain and fear wince. Two, when I bumped into her, one of her three-quarter length sleeves got pushed up slightly and I saw four bruises. Four suspicious finger-print shaped bruises.

For a moment, I just stood there, looking at the bruises. Rachel seemed shocked for a moment, then quickly pushed her sleeve back up, apologized and quickly walked away. I just stood there. I couldn't really process what I had just seen. What did it mean? It was very suspicious. Maybe I should tell the others.

I shook my head. No, it was nothing. She probably got those bruises from being accidentally pushed or something. They were nothing. The bell rang, and I realized I was late. It was nothing. Rachel was fine. That was what I told myself. For some reason, though, I couldn't quite believe it.

For the rest of the week, I watched Rachel. And I noticed a lot of things I hadn't noticed before.

First of all, she was wearing long sleeved shirts or dresses a lot more. Actually, she was wearing a lot more clothes all round. She wore tall boots now, and long jeans nearly all the time. And if she did wear a dress or skirt, she would wear something beneath it. Sometimes she would even wear sunglasses. When this had first happened, I had asked her why. She had just said she had a hangover. That was normal for nearly everyone. But Rachel didn't drink.

I also noticed she was spending a lot less time around others as well. She preferred not to talk as much, which was extremely strange for Rachel, and she almost seemed fearful of men. Men, like Finn and Mike, that were her friends. Rachel was basically trying to cut herself off from society. That was not the Rachel I knew.

I noticed her relationship with Jeremy was very stressed. More than I had first thought. In public, they were all lovey-dovey, but when they thought no one was listening, they argued. Like when they were alone in the hallways. Or after school. I had been finishing up football practice once when I heard them arguing. It wasn't just a typical argument. Jeremy seemed really angry. And Rachel almost seemed...scared. Jeremy had just gotten really angry and sounded like he was about to do something when Puck had interrupted me. By the time we had finished talking the argument was over.

I also noticed things about Jeremy. At first, he had seemed to be quite nice. Not as polite as some, but nice enough. But I noticed now he got annoyed and angry at the smallest of things, like a broken pencil.

All of this put together made me worried. I knew something was going on. But still, I kept making up excuses not to tell the others or to confront Rachel.

Everyday for two weeks things got worse. I kept seeing bruises on Rachel. She kept wearing more and more clothes. She wore sunglasses nearly everyday now. Her relationship was getting worse. And I kept making excuses.

Until one day. That day. I was late for class, and I was running through the empty halls, when I ran into Rachel. As soon as I hit her, I felt incredibly guilty, "Oh, Rachel, I'm so sorry!" That was when I noticed it. She had fallen when I had ran into her, and was kneeling on the ground. Her sunglasses had fallen off, and she was look at the ground, hiding her face. But I still saw a brief glimpse of her face. I saw the black and purple skin. I also saw the black and purple skin when a gap appeared between her shirt and jeans as she was kneeling over.

I froze, shocked. Rachel quickly put her sunglasses on, got up, apologized, and walked quickly away. But I had seen enough already. I knew something was going on. And I knew I had to do something. There was no excuse for this.

That day, after football practice, I sat down in my room at home with a piece of paper and pencil. Even though we had been broke before break, my dad had gotten a job and now we had money again. Although our house was still small, at least it had rooms. It had a small kitchen, a small-ish living room, a bathroom and three bedrooms. Even though Stevie and Stacy had to share a room, and we all had to share a bathroom, it was better than a motel room.

I honestly didn't know what to do. How was I supposed to tell Rachel I knew Jeremy was doing something to her? I couldn't just confront her. I didn't have the nerve to do that. And she would probably deny it anyway. There had to be a reason why Rachel was staying with Jeremy. In any normal situation, I knew Rachel would've told soemone and broken up with Jeremy already. But she hadn't. Why not?

Suddenly, I felt anger swell up inside me. Why was he doing this to Rachel? What had she ever done to him? Rachel was just a sweet girl with big dreams. Sure, she could be annoying, but her heart was in the right place. Why did he hurt her?

I knew what I had to do. Quickly, I began to scribble down a letter to Rachel. If she wanted to reply to it, she could. And if she didn't, at least she knew someone was here to protect her.

After re-reading and editing about a thousand times (Damn dyslexia), I read it one last time. This was the final result:

Dear Rachel,

Hi. Uh, I know it's not my place or anything, but you've been kind of down lately. You used to be the light of the Glee Club, but now…

If there's anything I can help you with, let me know. I know you and Jeremy have been having problems. I heard you guys yelling in the Choir Room before practice the other day, and I'm not watching you guys or anything, but it seems like your relationship has been a little cold lately. Even the best of couples have problems. But you've been acting strange. When I almost bumped into you on my way to math, you flinched. Not just a normal collision hit, you flinched as if you were scared. I can't stop thinking about it. And you've been wearing long sleeved shirts more than you usually would, and it's not that cold. But when you're sleeve pulled up a bit, I saw your arm, and I can't help but think that it's more than everyday arguing.

Yeah, I saw the little purple bruises on your arm. Those are Jeremy shaped fingerprints. At first I thought, 'Maybe it was an accident.' Then I saw another set. Again, I thought 'Maybe it's nothing.' Another day, another set. And with each one, I made some petty excuse as to why you would have them. I'm so sorry that I did.

I know why you're wearing sunglasses. Hangover my ass. You're not a drinker, I learned that at your party. He hit you, didn't he? The jackass punched you, and you're afraid to say something.

Look, I don't know if this letter's gonna help anything, but let me tell you this:

We all love you.

Every one of us in Glee.

Yes, we bicker, we pretend we hate each other, but we're a family. I'm not going to make you do anything, but you have to know that if you did tell someone, every person in there would try to murder Jeremy in his sleep. You know Puck would kill him. Sure, he's a bit of a man-whore, but he respects women, especially you. And how long do you think it would take Santana to claw his eyes out? True, she may not like you. But you're still one of us.

And after the massacre of Jeremy, we would all give you a group hug, sing for you, tell you everything will be fine, and do our best to make it so.

He'd never get the chance to hurt you again. I would personally make sure of that.

So, yeah. I don't know if this changes anything, but, yeah.

I'm not going to tell anyone, but if I see another incident like the one that must have happened earlier, I'll take care of him myself.

But please, Rachel.

Just tell someone.

Tell me, if you want. I'd take care of everything for you. All you have to do is say 'Sam, Jeremy…' you need to fill in the rest yourself.

We'll all take care of you.

I'll take care of you.

Just say it.

Anytime, day or night.

I'm always here, Rach.

Always.

Sincerely, Sam Evans

I thought it was good enough. I folded it up, sealed it, then put it away for tomorrow. I would find a way to slip it into her locker.

The next day, I waited until the halls were empty and everyone was gone. I was going to get into trouble for being late to class, but it was worth it. I made sure Rachel had gone, then I got to work.

I quickly found her locker. Kurt had pointed it out to me once, but I'd seen her at it enough times. With a small amount of difficulty, I slid the sealed letter through the crack and into her locker. I made sure there wasn't anything sticking out. This letter was for Rachel, and Rachel only. I didn't want anyone else reading it.

I heard footsteps. I quickly checked one last time to make sure the letter was nearly impossible to see, then quickly hurried away to my next class.

As I made my way to class, I wondered what Rachel would do. Would she reply to my letter, or ignore it? I hoped she wouldn't do the latter. I had a feeling that from here, things could get better or worse, depending on what Rachel did.

And that's the first chapter! By the way, I actually have an interesting story behind Jeremy and Rachel and everything that's going on.

If you liked this, please review! I love to hear feedback, good or bad.

P.S. This most likely won't be a Samchel story. But there may be a chance, so Samchel shippers, don't give up. ;)