Shelby's P.O.V

As soon as Rachel didn't show up to my class nor to glee rehearsal I knew something happened. I went up to her room and see Mike standing by her bathroom door asking her to come out. I frown. "Mike? What's going on?" I ask the worst coming to my head. My little girl couldn't be pregnant could she? When Santana had her scare she was acting the same way.

"Mrs. Schue she's just sick," Mike told me. I knocked on the door to the bathroom hearing her tell Mike to go away.

"Rachel it's me open the door," I say soothingly not caring why she was crying. I just didn't know what I was going to do if she was pregnant. I knew Will would freak if she was. Rachel opened the door and stood there crying still. "Now tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing mom I just feel so overwhelmed is all." She told me rubbing her eyes. I knew it was a lie by how she looked nervous and towards Mike. It made me upset that she wasn't talking to me lately. "Mom if you don't mind Mike and I are going out for dinner?" I was confused. "Please, I just want to sit alone with my boyfriend and eat dinner." I agreed to let her go. Something was off about her. I let her go with Mike and called Will. He had to know our little girl was suffering.

Rachel's P.O.V

Mike and I drove in silence; I was just holding his hand listening to the radio. "Rachel I-" I cut Mike off.

"They all hate me! I'm fine, but my siblings hate me." I held his hand in mine just needing his comfort. We got to Bread Stix and sat in a booth in the back. I wasn't even hungry, to be honest. I just couldn't be home, I laid my head on Mike's shoulder, snuggling into him. I just ordered something small and sipped my water. I sighed when my siblings sat with us. I just rolled my eyes. "I'm not hungry can we go?" I asked. He nodded, but Santana blocked us in our spot. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"Hey guys we were just finishing, so we're leaving!" Mike told them, trying to get us away to leave.

"Aw, but we just want to spend time with our baby sister." Santana taunted me. I was just wanted to be alone. I wanted to be with my boyfriend and not cry because I felt like my siblings hated me. I looked at Blaine.

"Blainers, can you get them to leave? Mom knows I'm here and she promised I could have dinner alone with Mike.." I looked at my twin. He was the only one at this point that I could trust. Not really, though. Santana had told me that he didn't want me around either. I bit my lip and looked at him. Tears in my eyes, thinking about what Santana had told me. I scoffed slipping out of the booth as soon as Santana stood up and ran over to the bathroom. I started crying softly, my face in my hands. I wasn't supposed to be crying this much. I sniffled softly, trying not to stress and hyperventilate too much. I bit my lip softly and stood up, from my corner spot and cleaned off my face. I went back out and saw Santana kissing Mike, and my siblings-my twin brother-just standing there. I went over to them pulling Santana by her ponytail and looked at Mike. "I'm going to assume she kissed you and you were too shocked to push her. Now, please can you drive me to yours so we can hang out alone?!" Mike nodded, standing up and grabbing my hand. He kissed me softly. I kissed him and smiled at him. My life felt like it was in shambles and that this was just something that I had to deal with. Mike drove me to his, holding my hand the whole time. I walked into his house with him.

"Michael? Is that you?" I heard his mom call to him.

"Yeah, mom, it's me." He called back, pulling me up to his room. I sat on his bed grabbing the book that was on his pillow. I flipped through it and found a picture. "What's you up to, cutie?"

"Nothing, just looking at your baby pictures.?!" He sat next to me, his arm around my shoulder. and smiled at me. I giggled softly and snuggled into his arms. We stayed like that for hours just talking to each other and cuddled on his bed. I was still wearing his letterman jacket. It swallowed me basically with how big it was on me, but it was comfortable. I snuggled into Mike's side and fell asleep. It was obvious how much all of this crying was stressing me out. When I finally woke up, I felt warm arms around me and blushed looking up to see a sleeping Mike holding me. I tried getting out of his reach and stood up, but he was staring at me. "I have to go.," I told him, kissing his lips softly. He had his hand in my hair and kissed me deeply. I couldn't help but gasp at his touch. I pulled away and smiled softly. I didn't bother asking him to take me home. I didn't live that far from him anyways, but he still drove me anyways. I kissed him softly then went inside, using the house key my parents gave me. Not bothering to talk to anyone I just went directly to my room.

The next day I woke up early and left with Mike when he picked me up. My outfit was way different than what it was the first day of school. My confidence had shattered so much and I didn't have the same light that I had before when I thought this was going to be the best year of my life. I bit my lip, looking at my reflection in the mirror of the sun visor. "Babe, you look fine. Stop" Mike told me, holding my hand. I frowned looking at my red puffy eyes. I had been crying too much and now it was showing. I nodded softly, slipping his jacket back on my shoulders and sighed softly. As soon as he stopped the car, I got out and started walking towards the school. I hated to think about all the pain I was causing everyone.

"Hey Rachel, wait up?!" I heard from behind me and not recognizing the voice I stopped and turned around to see two cheerleaders.

"H-hi?!" I mumbled slightly confused, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. They both looked at each other then at me.

"He feels sorry for you," one of them said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What?!"

"Mike. He doesn't want to actually date you. He felt sorry that Jesse St. James was hitting you and that your siblings seemed to be distant from you as soon as you got here." I knew that wasn't the truth, but played along anyway. I bit my lip softly and sighed shrugging.

"Yet here he is, showing me how much he loves me." I rolled my eyes walking away from the two girls and rushed into the school. I ignored everyone talking about me, about the fact that out of all the Schuester kids I was the unpopular one, the nerd. I just kept my head down, trying to make it to my locker, but Santana stopped me.

"This hallway is a no nerd zone." She told me, glaring down at me a smirk on her face. I frowned softly, just looking down. I didn't want to deal with all the drama of what my siblings were going to do. "Move freak!"

"San I need to get to my locker..." Was all I said, trying to move around her. I walked to my locker, ignoring my siblings and the people that were supposed to be all of their friends. Santana came up to me before I could even get my locker open. She had a slushy in my hand. I cringed, waiting for her to throw it at me, I rolled my eyes and opened my locker. I gasped, almost about to cry as my hair and my clothes were covered in paint. I just rushed past my mom when she came out to the hallway.

"Rachel Barbra Schuester!" She stopped me. I knew everyone would blame me, they always seemed to blame me and I got in trouble.

"Mom! I-I we were just taking paint to start on the wall for the choir room and Rachel thought it would be cute to pour over her head." Santana tried to tell my mom, but I cut her off just agreeing.

"I just want to shower!" I mumbled, walking away from them. My mom grabbed my arm, stopping me. I cringed, letting out a whimper.

"Rachel come talk to me after you get cleaned up." I nodded grabbing my extra clothes and used the girl's locker room to shower, knowing I had t o tell my mom about what was going on. I found tears falling out of my eyes. How could I deal with this without everyone hating me? I cried softly just thinking about it.