Disaster, Rachel B & Sam E

Summary: All of a sudden, she starts to realise that maybe there right. Maybe she is a worthless piece of slut. Maybe she is fat. Maybe she doesn't belong in this world. She starts to believe them but just what will this come to?

A/N I know I haven't updated in forever. At the moment, my laptop is currently being fixed, I'm on my brother's laptop but still, that's no excuse. At the moment I am being inspired to write, for other stories I may not be able to update as the next chapters is pretty much done for so will have to wait, but I'll try my best to update them all. Enjoy, hope you like, don't forget to review! :P

Chapter 4 – let me help.

Rachel's POV

I got up that morning, and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was bruised; it had been bleeding last night. It was from when Karofsky pushed me and I fell to the ground, I sighed. That reminded me, Sam. Sam saw it all and wanted to help me, but how could he help me? He couldn't make me do anything, all he could do was try but it wouldn't work, it wouldn't stop them from saying awful things, treating me like I've got a disease.

I did my usual routine, ensuring I did as much exercise as I could on the treadmill, I needed to lose weight. I needed to look skinny.

After, I picked an outfit out for the day; I only wore stupid animal sweaters because I knew they'd only ruin it, so I hadn't want them to ruin my nicer clothes.

I put so much make up on, it was unbelievable, back at the beginning of the year, I would barely wear make up, now I was full of it.

I picked up my iPod, ready for the walk to school until my Dad shouted from downstairs, "Honey, Sam's here to pick you up! You don't want to keep him waiting!"

Confused, I slowly walked downstairs and headed to the door, wondering why Sam was here in the first place. I could walk, I'm not an invalid, I was about to walk out and go before my Dad whispered to me with a huge grin on his face, "You girl, have been keeping secrets! Secrets I and your Daddy don't mind knowing!"

Okay, so that was weird. I smiled back at them, a little scared, a little understanding before walking with Sam to his car; I waited until my Dad's shut the door, until I turned to Sam, "What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up, what does it look like?" Sam replied, opening the door for me.

"I am perfectly capable of walking to school, you know." I said, because it was true. He needn't have to drive me to school, I would have been fine. I have been fine.

"No, I'm not having that anymore; I don't want you getting hurt. Also, I will be picking you up from school too, so you don't have to walk it either." Sam said as he began to drive, heading to the school.

"Sam, there is no need to. I don't want to ruin you, you don't deserve this. I am fine, I have been fine, and I will be fine." I replied sighing, looking out the window for a second.

"What do you mean 'ruin me'? How are you going to ruin me? And you are clearly not fine, you say you're fine, but you're not. Trust me, I would know." Sam said.

I sighed; it seemed I was doing that a lot lately, "I'd ruin your reputation silly. You're on the football team, and no one on there is even aloud to hang out with me. It would be like, social suicide. It's horrible, just let me get out of the car-"

"I don't care, Rachel. I don't care what they think of me. So be it, I know how it feels like to be bullied Rachel, and I'm not letting you go through all this alone. You have my back and no, you're not getting out of this car." Sam said, turning to me smiling before looking back at the road.

I wasn't used to it, I was taken aback by surprise, no one had cared enough to face the fact that they could lose their reputation, but Sam was doing this? I was confused, but I just decided to leave it, for now. He'll come to his senses soon and he will leave me. Like they all do.

When we got to school, I got out the car and was about to head in on my own, until Sam rushed up to me, and walked with me. Why was he walking with me? He didn't need to walk with me.

"Rach, there is no need to look confused. From now on, I'm going to be here for you. I'm your friend; you don't have to look like you've seen a ghost." Sam laughed jokingly.

I didn't know what to say, he was my friend. I hadn't had a friend in a while; I could barely remember what it felt like to have a friend. I hadn't let anyone in since Santana and Puck, but I was used to Puck pushing me away.

"I'm s-sorry; I just haven't had friends in a while. I don't really remember how it feels to have friend, forgive me." I said, trying to smile back at him.

"There is nothing to forgive, I totally understand." Sam replied, he offered his arm, as for me to take it, I assume, I did as he said, I wanted so badly to let him be my friend, but what if he did the same thing as Santana? I would be able to cope, I told myself.

"And what do we have here?" Someone snarled from the other side of the hall, I looked up to see Azimio and Karofsky staring at me, like they were about to hurt me. Great, that is just what I need.

"I'm s-sorry, I...erm..." I couldn't think of anything else to say. I didn't know what to say, I couldn't think of an excuse.

"You forced Sam to be your friend, Berry? How low can you get?" Karofsky laughed pushing me slightly, but I ended up in the lockers as I wasn't as hard, I was a lightweight, "C'mon Sam, you can come with us. Where you belong."

"No, I'm fine here, thanks." Sam said putting his hand on my shoulder and looked at me with a facial expression which I'm assuming it's his, 'Are you okay' look.

"Excuse me? What did you just say?" Azimio asked raising his eyebrows. Karofsky didn't look impressed either.

"I said I'm fine thanks where I am." Sam replied waiting for how they'd react.

"You're saying you'd rather stay here, with that" Karofsky spat, making me wince at how he said it, I wanted to leave, I wanted to go to the bathroom and cry my eyes out, but Sam's grip was still on me, "I mean c'mon mate, you don't deserve to be forced into that. Wouldn't you rather hang out with us?"

Sam stood there, he didn't look nowhere near afraid of these guys, but why? I didn't get it, I mean they were the most popular; they'd make your life a whole misery if you ever did anything to make them pissed.

"She's a person, a human being. You're right, I don't deserve to hang around with her, she could probably hang around with someone much better than me, but she doesn't choose to," Sam said about to walk away with me in his arm before he decided to say something else, "And no I would rather not hang around with you guys thanks, you guys are bullies. And personally, I don't like bullies." He walked away, I went with him, shocked that he'd actually stood up to them, I looked back to see that Karofsky and Azimio looked absolutely pissed, and were ready to beat him up, if it wasn't for the fact that they were shocked he'd actually told the truth to them.

None of them realised the Latina standing around a corner, and had watched the whole scene feeling down about herself.

"Erm...Sam?" I started; he nodded his head to me for me to go on, "You do realise that now you stood up to them, they are going to make your life a misery, they have other friends, and you may even be kicked off the football team."

Sam stared back, "That's not their decision though, and it's the coaches..."

"They have their ways. I'm sorry Sam, but I can't let you ruin everything for your reputation. I feel so bad, and I don't want to feel bad. I don't want to feel guilty." I said, I honestly felt like crying.

Sam stopped, and he just stared at me, looking in my eyes, he said, "There is no need to feel bad. I did it, not you. You didn't ask me to do it, I chose to do it. No one made me, so stop feeling down about it. It's not your fault."

I sighed feeling calm, and then I said quetly,"You hardly know me though..."

"I know you enough to know that you don't deserve being treated like that. I'm your friend, Rach. Accept that." Sam said smiling and we headed to homeroom before the bell began to ring, promising to meet each other at break.

I didn't know if I'd ever get used to this, or even begin to let him in and be my friend but I would try. I would try and get used to this.

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Santana's POV

I felt bad; I felt a pang of guilt as I saw Sam standing up for him and Rachel, most certainly Rachel. Oh how much I actually missed Rachel. I remembered all the memories I had with her, sleeping at her house, our dreams, and now we both acted like we don't know each other at all. Like we never had any sort of 'memories'. I'd have to admit, that was because of me. I pushed her away when I needed her the most, I did it because the first day we came here, she was instantly known as the freak and I wasn't. And I slowly pushed her away to the point where I knew she had no friends, I knew Puck did the same, I knew he pushed her away. We didn't want to know her because of her popularity and it killed me to see her everyday with a constant reminder of what I did.

She seems fine though if what I tell myself to make me feel better. She's healthy; she doesn't need me in her life. She was much better without me.

I still wished that I could speak to her about Brittany, how confused I am feeling about everything, my sexuality. I'm pretty sure half the school knows about me being a lesbian, it's not hard. I just wish I could talk to Rachel about it.

But I couldn't, and I had to accept that.

"Sup with you Satan?" Puck said coming in the middle of first lesson, sitting down next to me as per usual.

"Just thinking, why it has got anything to do with you is beyond me." I said trying to push him away, to stop asking me questions but this is Puck we were talking about...

"About?" Puck asked ignoring my last statement.

I turned to him, wondering if I should tell him or not what I thought, "Do you not ever wish we could go back and take back what we have done?"

"All the time, I guess. Why are you asking me this?" Puck asked confused raising his eyebrows.

"I just...I guess I miss things. Like, I miss Rachel. Don't you ever wish that we could go back and stop what we did to her? We were horrible, we are horrible to her." I said looking down.

For a moment, Puck looked as if he felt guilty and bad but then he looked as if he remembered something and shut himself down, "The past is the past. It has nothing in our future, nothing at all."

And that was the end of that subject; I'd always wondered why he always used to look as if something had happened between them that I hadn't known about. I sighed, before I copied the English notes in my book.

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