Author's note- I got this chappie up fairly quick. Please enjoy. Oh and I should mention that for the purpose of this fic, some things may be incorrect, and alot of what happened in the TV series isn't accounted for in this. Also, I may use alot of British terms in this so please excuse that.

Disclaimer- I own nada. I haven't even got my coffee this time to own :(

Chapter 1

Damn! I mentally yelled to myself after five minutes. So much for just one. Numerous fresh red lines glared up at me from my arm and wrist, they had only just stopped bleeding. I would have to be even more care than usual to hide these. Glancing at the clock, I noted that morning Glee club didn't start for an hour- so I went off to get changed. I wore my usual black jeans, and a t-shirt and a baseball jacket on top. The long sleeves easily covered my arms; however the weather was against me today as it was rather warm and sunny. It would mean that wearing a jacket would look suspicious, but I would have to take that chance; I could wear bracelets- but they aren't as reliable as long sleeved jackets. Sighing heavily, I pulled on my black converses and grabbed my phone and keys.

William McKinley high was only a ten or fifteen minute walk from my house, which meant that this morning I was inevitably early; which was a little unusual for me but not unheard of. To be honest, I was actually never late; I just wasn't always the first to arrive (unlike a certain Miss Rachel Berry.) As I approached the car park I realised that there was only one car parked there; a blue worn out one. I knew that car was Mr Schuester's, so maybe I wouldn't have to be on my own for ages. Walking the deserted halls of McKinley was both eerie and relaxing. At least I didn't have to put up with being slammed into lockers by those good for nothing jocks.

I came up to the choir room and instantly noticed Mr Schue sitting at the piano. Walking in, I greeted him:

"Morning sir." I walked over to where he was sitting. He looked up in surprise,

"Oh hey Casey. Didn't expect to see you for a bit- rather early aren't you?" he grinned.

"Is there anything wrong with being early?" I shot back at him with a smile. He laughed.

"Absolutely not, come here, I need help with a number... I'm not sure what the routine we're beginning to learn will go best with..." Mr Schuester trailed off as he showed me a list of songs. We started learning a fairly fast paced dance the other day only to find that Schuester had no clue what song to put it to. I skimmed over the small list of songs; half of them wouldn't go too well... in fact all of them wouldn't go well. I grinned to myself- Rachel would be appalled by his lack of good choices. Taking matters into my own hands- as I wanted Glee to win this year- I decided to say what I thought would go:

"I know it's not on the list, but how about Born this way by Lady Gaga?" The dance was more for girls (Kurt included) but in good humour, the rest of the boys decided to have a laugh and do it too. This turned out to be extremely funny as certain moves were very feminine!

"I hadn't even thought of that!" Mr Schue exclaimed- now very excited, "Brilliant, thanks Casey, I think that would work really well."

"Anytime." I murmured as I walked over to a chair and put my bag on it. I turned around to walk back to my teacher, only to find he was looking at me. He looked confused and his brow was furrowed in a frown. Becoming self conscious, I shifted uncomfortable under his scrutiny.

"Aren't you hot?" he suddenly blurted out as he eyed my jacket. Dammit. Thinking on my feet was never easy for me, but I just simply said:

"I'm not really that hot actually." Oh wait to go me, what a pathetic lie, "I don't feel the warmth too well." Okay, so my lie wasn't too bad, it just wasn't too convincing.

"Maybe if you had a bit more fat on you, you wouldn't be that cold," he said. It was meant to be a joke. To him, maybe it was, but to me it stung. I narrowed my eyes and unconsciously pulled my sleeves down a little. He didn't miss this miniscule action and his eyes instantly clouded over with concern.

He knew something was up. Luckily he didn't know what, but he knew something was wrong; however he decided not to say anything. Instead, he stood up and collected his sheet music and placed it on the desk in his office- which was situated to the side of the choir room. It was a decent sized office with blinds, so that he had privacy- otherwise if someone was in the choir room they could see in. He immediately returned and sat down by the piano again. After a brief pause- in which I walked over to the piano- he looked up to me and said:

"If you ever need to talk, I'm here." What he said was so sudden, yet so genuine, it made me want to break down and cry. It made me want to pour my heart out and tell him all of my problems, to tell him everything I was going through. But I couldn't; obviously. He would think differently of me then, he would see me differently. Maybe he wouldn't want to have anything to do with me; maybe he would kick me out of Glee club. And I couldn't let that happen. So I had to keep everything in, I had to smile through the emotional pain.

"Thank you." I murmured.

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