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"S-Santana? Is that you? And K-Kurt? You're not here to hurt me, are you?" Rachel went home that night and cried to herself. It didn't help that her dads were on vacation, but it did make her a little better to know they wouldn't be questioning her. She was now opening her door to the two Glee club members who despised her most.

"No. Jesse did enough of that." Kurt added to Santana's shake of the head.

"W-What?" Before she could ask anymore, they were inviting themselves in, heading to her room. She followed, trying to speak, but each and every time Kurt stopped her. Once they reached her room Santana and Kurt sat down to face Rachel as she sat on the edge of her bed. She stared at them for a few moments before speaking.

"H-How did you guys know he hurt me?" her voice was sad. It just wasn't Rachel.

"Well, before it happened, we kind of figured Jesse was going to try and screw you up. Mess with your head. He was being way too nice and that's just not him."

"Yeah, that guy's a total jerk! I mean he's the king of all douchebags." Santana said, adding her not-so-missed humor into the gloomy situation. Kurt couldn't help staring at Rachel's arm. She quickly covered it with her hand, rubbing it slowly.

"He's more of an ass than I thought. Damn." Kurt never took his eyes off her arm, speaking in a low, zoned-out tone. Santana looked at him for a moment, then followed his gaze.

"Rachel. You can show me." Santana stayed into her eyes, with trust. Rachel understood and removed her hand. There were Jesse's fingernails indented into Rachel's skin.

"Damn." Santana repeated for lack of better words. "What did he say to you?" she didn't want to pry, but she needed to know. Kurt sat up, also curious and eager to help her out.

"He, he um...well he pretty much told me I sucked and that I hit sharp and flat a few times. I, I even hit my highest, most powerful note to date and he criticized it. And he called me fat." Rachel was looking down again.

"Honey, you can not listen to a damn word out of that boy's mouth. I'm sure you sang it perfectly. And congratulations on that note." Rachel looked up and smiled at her. Santana moved and sat next to Rachel on the bed, her one hand on her knee, the other rubbing her back.

"Thanks, Santana." Rachel smiled briefly.

"And you are certainly not fat. You're beautiful, Rachel. I mean, I know I hate on your outfits, but who can blame me?" Kurt joked, getting a little laugh to emit from her tiny frame. "Seriously, though, if I wasn't gay, I'd totally tap that." Rachel laughed a little more along with Santana. It sounded like something she would say and they certainly didn't expect it to come out of Kurt's mouth.

"Why are you guys doing this?" It wasn't comical anymore. Everything grew silent until Santana finally pulled Rachel into a hug.

"We love you, Sweetie. I know we don't show it, but we actually care a hell of a lot more than the other kids in there. We're here for you." Santana's words touched her heart like no other.

"She means it, Rachel. We both really care about you or otherwise we wouldn't be here. We're sorry we didn't warn you. I mean, we were just aggrivated with you at the time and-"

"I know. I know sometimes...I can be so...selfish. I mean I'm never thinking of anyone but myself and then when stuff like this happens, I can't help but being surprised. I'm sorry. I really, really am." Tears gushed out from her eyes and Santana took her in her arms again, Kurt kneeling beside them.

"I'm sorry I've been such a bitch." Rachel cried.

"Oh, no, Sweetie. You're not a bitch! A brat, yeah, but a bitch, no!" Santana's words were oddly comforting. After holding her for quite sometime, Rachel finally pulled back, wiping at the smeared make up on her eyes.

"I really appreciate this you guys. I'm gonna take a shower, now, so..." Rachel stood and stared as Kurt and Santana did too. "Thank you." Rachel ran into Santana's arms once more and tightly embraced her. "And thank you, Kurt." she also hugged him, giving him a peck on the cheek. They both smiled as they headed downstairs and headed out.

Rachel walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. She felt her curves and pouted. She suddenly wasn't sure anymore.

"Am I really gaining weight to the point that it's noticeable from a good distance?" she asked herself, still inspecting her body. Shr ran her hands over the skin, digusted. She truly believed she was getting fat.

r u gonna b ok? It was a text from Santana. Rachel already knew the answer, staring into the mirror again. "No, I'm not okay." she said on the brink of tears to herself. But she couldn't tell Santana that.

Yeah. Fine.

She lied.