Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious

"Okay," Beck said, "What was that?"

"What was what," Jade asked.

"What's with you lately? You've been really quiet. You haven't been yourself."

"I just... nothing- I'm fine," she said unconvincingly.

His eyes gently met hers and she felt like he was gazing into her soul.

"I need to know what's going on with my girl," he told her gently.

"I just was upset about what you said the other day," she told him.

"Jade," he said, "That shouldn't have bothered you."

"It made me feel... never mind I'm fine"

"No," he said softly, "Please tell me"

"My family," she said, "Only loved me when I acted the way they wanted me to act. When I didn't they would send me to the stairs and ignore me all day. I... my dad even said that I wasn't worthy to be in their family. I can't lose your love. Even if it is condition I will do anything to meet the conditions to continue to be loved by you"

Beck stared at his girlfriend- his eyes widened his mouth agape.

He had forgotten all about what her family used to do. They would just flick her off like a bug when she bugged them. Tears filled his eyes when he realized he had done the same thing. It certainly wasn't his intention to make her feel small. He certainly never meant to make her feel like his love for her was conditional.

"Jade," he said, "Your family was a bunch of morons who couldn't see perfection if they tripped over it.

"Sometime I forget how vulnerable you are-"

"I'm not vulnerable," she said glaring at him"

"Yes you are," he said, "and I forget that sometimes because you hide behind a tough shell because your asshole family made you feel like you couldn't be yourself. I never thought those thoughts would be going through your head. I love you for who you are no matter what you do. I will never make you feel like that anymore."

"It's okay," she said, "I'm still pretty close to a loser so it's understandable-"

"Jade you are not anywhere near being a loser," Beck replied.

"According to Jennifer, Heather and Ashley I am"

"Yeah well they are obviously saying that because they are losers."

"Not according to-"

"According to me they are," he said firmly, "and you are not a loser."

"If I'm not a loser why did you get mad at me six weeks ago?"

"I wish I had the answer to that," he said, "I felt justified at the time. I felt like you needed to know right and not right. I didn't realize it would hurt your soul and make you feel unloved. You are no such thing."