Rachel sat in the choir room and watched as her fellow Glee Club members filed into the room, chattering amongst themselves. She'd been in this room with these people for the last six months and had thought she was making some headway in being friends with them, but she was wrong. Just that morning she'd overheard Kurt and Mercedes comparing her wardrobe to that of a toddler's and a grandmother's. While the insult wasn't exactly new to her, that didn't mean it didn't sting any less. Mr. Schuester walked into the room and wrote the word "Self," on the board.

"Okay guys, for this week's assignment I want you to find a song that you think reflects you. I -," Mr. Schuester was interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. A moment later a well-dressed young woman stepped through.

"Can I help you?" Mr. Schuester asked. The girl nodded before her eyes landed on Rachel.

"Actually, no, I'm here for Rachel," she said. Rachel looked puzzled before recognition dawned on her.

"Sayla! It's so nice to see you! What are you doing at McKinley?" she asked as she got up and moved towards her cousin. The two girls embraced, oblivious to the whispers that were going around the choir room.

"Excuse me but who are you and why are you barging in on our glee club practice?" Santana asked rudely. Sayla and Rachel broke apart; with Sayla's blue eyes narrowing as she took in the cheerleader and the two blondes on either side of her.

"Why are you intruding on my moment with my cousin, Santana was it?" Sayla shot back, looking to Rachel for confirmation of the name. Rachel nodded. Sayla turned back to Santana.

"Rachel has told me all about all of you. As for the reason why I'm here, I came to get Rachel since spring break starts tonight and I have an invitation for her," Sayla replied as she shifted her purse from one hand to the other. She turned to look at Rachel.

"You don't have any plans for spring break, right?" she asked. Rachel shook her head, wondering what her cousin was about to ask her.

"How do you feel about catching the red-eye tonight with me? Mom and I are going to Paris for Fashion Week and we thought we would ask if you wanted to join us." Her question was met with jaws dropping and eyes widening. Everyone present knew that Fashion Week in Paris was a big deal and Kurt and Mercedes had recognized Sayla's bag as Chanel. They looked at each other as Kurt opened his mouth to speak.

"I would love to go to Paris for Fashion Week! I love fashion and to see all of that first hand would be an amazing experience. I would get more out of it than Rachel would; I mean have you seen the way she dresses? She doesn't know the first thing about fashion," Kurt said nastily. Sayla turned her blue eyed gaze on him, only now her eyes were blazing with anger.

"It's Kurt, right?" Kurt beamed that she knew his name only for the smile to slide off his face as Sayla continued to speak, her hand now on her hip.

"Let me explain something to you. Rachel's told me enough about you for me to figure out that you pretend to be her friend only when you need something and then ignore her for the rest of the time. Actually, that seems to be what all of you do. And I would never invite any of you to Fashion Week, so don't think that by sucking up to me or my cousin is going to get you an invite. I'm asking Rachel because we already have a ticket with her name on it, have for months. And as for you Mr. Schuester, I'm astounded that you're either too blind or you just don't care to see that my cousin is getting bullied every day, not just in this room but in the hallways of this school. Now, if you'll all excuse us, we have to go and pack. We have a flight to catch tonight," Sayla finished her tirade. Giving the glee club and Mr. Schuester one last nasty look, she turned on her heel and led Rachel out of the room.

"I can't believe the nerve of your classmates. Maybe you should think about transferring to New York for the rest of high school. Mom and Dad have said countless times that you can come live with us, and you're going to end up in New York anyways," they heard Sayla say before the two girls' footsteps faded away.

Author's Note: I know, I know, I said I wasn't sure if I was ever going to write another Glee story, but I woke up this morning with this little beauty in my head and I started typing it. This will be a Rachel-Centric story, probably only about five chapters. Also at this time I would like to say RIP for Mark Salling. I don't condone his crimes against children but nobody deserves to feel so low that they take their own lives. I'd say he's paid for his crimes with his life and I'm choosing to remember him as the guy who made that video about how happy he was to be on Glee. Rest In Peace Mark, I hope you're in a better place now.