Wes's POV
After Chel finished telling us about her life at McKinley, I ran out of the room. I head to the gym, and continuously punch one of the punching bags.
How could they do that to her?
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Didn't they know she was fragile?
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Didn't they have a heart?
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A soul?
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Do they have any feelings whatsoever?
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Why did they do that to her?
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Why didn't we notice?
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Why didn't she do anything about it until a few weeks ago?
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Why didn't she tell me?
My last thought had me sinking down to the ground, crying because I didn't notice it. I was head over heels in love with her, but I didn't notice she was being bullied. I've known her for 6 years, and I didn't notice anything for 3 of them. Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't I see it?
Blaine's POV
After Wes ran from the room, Rachel broke down crying, sinking to the floor. I don't blame her. I know what it's like to be bullied, but she pulled me out of the situation I was in before it got too bad. What makes me feel bad is that I couldn't do the same for her. She helped me transfer to Dalton, but I didn't even know she was getting bullied at school. And it was worse than what I had to go through. It may not seem like it, being beat up vs slushies, but I only had to go through it maybe once a week. She got multiple slushies to the face everyday. The things some of those people said about her, I'm shocked people could sink that low. The one I hate the most is RuPaul. She is clearly a girl. Another thought hit me as to why she was crying. We just told her we weren't going anywhere, and as soon as she's finished, her boyfriend literally runs away.
Another sob sounds throughout the room, and it's like whatever spell was cast is broken, and everyone is rushing towards her, making sure she's alright. Jeff, being the closest, gets to her first and holds her tight. I can tell she appreciates the hug, regardless of the tears still running down her face. Everyone is questioning her now. Asking her more about it, why she didn't tell us, etc.
All of a sudden I hear Kurt yell. "Everybody back, she needs space."
The entire group (excluding Jeff, considering she's clinging on to him, backs off, but still something is off.
"She can't breathe!" Kurt exclaims, and everyone holds their breath, waiting to see if she'll calm down.
"Kurt, I-I-I can- I can't" She was stuttering a lot, trying to catch her breath.
"It's okay Rach, just breath. In and out. In and out."
It looked like it was working until her breathing picked up again, and she couldn't get a single word out.
She kept going like that until her breath suddenly stopped for a couple seconds, and then picked up again.
"What's going on?" David asked, worried.
"She passed out. Someone call 911. Someone else go get Wes, and most of all, hurry." Kurt ordered, helping Jeff with Rachel. Nick dialed 911, while David ran to go and get Wes.
David's POV
I can't believe Rachel went through so much! As soon as she passed out I ran to try and find Wes. I don't know where he would go. I mentally mapped out Dalton, trying to figure out where he would go. I checked out his dorm room first, then the gardens, one of the other choir rooms, the auditorium, almost everywhere. I even check with some of the teachers. As I thought through the layout again, I felt like punching the wall. Of course! He would go to the gym. I ran as fast as I could.
I pushed the door open and walked in, searching for Wes. When I saw him I jogged over, only to see him crying. Wes rarely ever cries. When he does, it means he is really, really upset. I don't blame him. I felt like crying after Rachel explained her year at McKinley. I had no idea how I was going to talk to him.
"Why didn't she tell me?" Wes asked after he noticed my presence.
"She didn't want us to do anything we shouldn't and she was afraid we'd stop being friends with her. Which we'd never do."
"Why didn't I notice? I'm in love with her, and I didn't even notice she was being bullied," he asked, burying his head in his hands.
"None of us did. You know she's a great actress." I tried to lighten the conversation, bumping our knees together.
"Regardless! It's all my fault, why didn't I fucking notice?" Wes jumped up, screamed in frustration and punched the nearest punching bag.
"It's not your fault Wes, it never was, unless you threw a slushy on her." I commented, standing up. Wes almost never cussed.
He spun towards me and glared, poking his finger into my chest. "I would never do anything like that ever. Especially not to Rachel."
"I know, but we need to go." I pulled him along.
"Why? What's going on?" I grimaced, hating that I had to tell him this.
"After you left, Rachel kind of…" I trailed off.
"Rachel kind of what?" Wes asked, danger creeping into his voice.
"Kind of passed out." I stated. May as well rip it off like a bandage.
"WHAT? Why didn't you come get me earlier?!" Wes yelled, running full speed toward the Warbler choir room.
"How was I supposed to know where you were?" I asked, holding my hands up in defense. We arrived just as Rachel was being loaded onto a stretcher. Wes ran up to the paramedics, and I'm guessing told them he was riding with Rachel.
I just hope she's okay.
Wes's POV
"Come on Rachel." I said as we drove to the hospital. "Wake up. I'm here. Please. I need you. I love you. Please just be okay."