Chapter One

"Mercedes?" I jumped out my skin, I didn't realise anyone would be here, but then I realised Cheerio's had to stay for an extra hour due to Santana crying in public. It was Kurt.

He had caught me. "Yes?" I mumbled, without turning to face him, no way could I look him in the eyes.

"Turn around," he said calmly. I turned but still kept my eyes fixated on the ugly floor. Gently, he tilted by head upwards so our eyes met. "Why?" he looked almost desperate, willing me to answer. I couldn't a single tear fell from the corner of my eyes. He wiped it away with the pad of his thumb. "I'm so ashamed, I don't know why," I said in-between deep breaths. He pulled me into a hug and stroked my hair, like he always did when he knew I was upset.

"Tell me boo," he said as he began driving us back to his house, "That's all I want," looking into his eyes for a second, I knew he was concerned. I swallowed and wiped a tear from my cheek. "It all started in gym class..."

"Move it elephant," Santana said cuttingly as she and Brittany moved towards the water cooler. Mercedes didn't say anything but drew in a sharp breath. It wasn't that bothered Mercedes, she was used to it but what came next. Quinn took Mercedes' hand and smiled and whispered, "You should go back on the Cheerio's, seriously, you don't have to loose all the weight, just a couple pounds and Sylvester would deffinately but a vocalist like you back on," and she walked off. Mercedes felt like running after Quinn and thanking her but she knew Santana would probably shun her for talking to a loser. Quinn had been the most popular girl at the school but now Santana was, Quinn couldn't be seen with a glee kid.

"So what are you going to do?" Kurt asked me as we pulled up outside his housed.

"Kurt please don't me angry with me," he nodded as to say continue, "I started to use the Sue Sylvester Master Cleanse and , well, I have lost the weight that Sue agreed on, but I just don't know if I can do this," I admitted at the point of crying.

"I can't believe you did that 'Cedes! I thought you were better than that, stronger. I thought you were proud of yourself," Kurt said, squeezing my hand.

At this point I was openly crying, "Do you t-think I'm happy Kurt? None of the girls who have boyfriends are over a size 6. How am I supposed to be happy? Sure, I sung all that stuff at the assembly but I didn't really mean it. I just want to fit in..."

The darkness started closing in and my eyelids started to flutter, without me controlling them. I knew something was wrong as soon as I heard Kurt.

"'Cedes talk to me. Mercedes! Dad, help me!"