A/N: First and foremost, thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad the consensus is positive so far. I also think that I'm going to start using both Rachel and Quinn's point of view more often. I like seeing Rachel from her side, but also the view of Quinn seeing Rachel. Most will still be written from Rachel's, but there will be the occasional Quinn thrown in for change. Also, daily updates are getting hard to come up with, writer's block is kicking in! But I promise I will update as often as I can!

Busted

Rachel groaned when the 6am alarm blared Zero by Evanescence. Immediately, she is confused to how she was in her bed. The last thing she could remember was standing in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She bites the corner of her bottom lip in nervousness and wonder at what happened the previous night. She rips her covers off and sees that she is still only dressed in her underwear. Nervously, she starts to look at her body, breathing a sigh of relief as she finds no fresh cuts. She also realized that she never put sheets back on her bed.

Since she managed to make it through the shopping trip without much pain, she decided to give the elliptical a try.

After 30 minutes, she had had enough. Her leg was sore and she knew if she didn't stop, she would be walking funny most of the day.

She preformed her usual morning routine, and choose jeans and long sleeves to wear, before bounding out the door to school.

Rachel never once remembered Quinn's threat that she would help her regardless if she wanted it or not.

As she made her way towards her locker, she saw Finn standing there waiting for her. "So not what I want to deal with this morning" she grumbled to herself. However, she was in luck. Since she had taken most of her school books home with her over the weekend, she had everything she needed for her first three classes of the day. "Ha, suck on that Finn" She told herself as she smiled and turned to walk the long way to her first class. Since it was still early, she managed to avoid any slushies or problems on the way.

When she entered 1st period, she was surprised that Quinn wasn't there already, considering she had beaten Rachel to class every day last week. She simply shrugged it off and figured the blonde was running late. She was secretly thankful for that. She was not looking forward to dealing with her considering the events from yesterday.

The bell had rang 10 minutes ago, signaling the beginning of classes for the day, and there was still no sign of Quinn. Rachel did a little dance in her head out of joy.

However, not a minute later, Quinn walked into the room and handed the teacher a note. The teacher nodded at Quinn to have a seat before she spoke.

"Rachel, come here please." Rachel gulped and walked to the front.

"This is a pass for you to go see Miss Pillsbury at this time." she simply stated as she handed Rachel the pass.

Rachel walked back to her seat to gather her things, shooting a glare at Quinn and noticed that the blonde flinched ever so slightly. She knew what this was about.

Rachel took a few calming breaths as she walked to the office, silently thanking her fathers for the acting classes she had taken until the past year. Rachel placed her best smile on her face before walking into the counselor's office.

"Hi Miss Pillsbury, you asked to she me?" She spoke in her most upbeat voice she could with the smile still plastered on her face.

"Yes Rachel. Have a seat please. Lets have a little chat" she told her while sliding a pamphlet across the desk at her baring the words "So You Like Playing With Razor Blades?"

"Miss Pillsbury, what is this about? I'm afraid I haven't a clue."

"Rachel, I had a talk this morning with one of your class mates who seems to be concerned about you."

"Let me guess, Quinn Fabray?"

"Now Rachel, you know I cannot give you that information. Put she did bring up a few valid points. Firstly, are you cutting yourself Rachel? You can tell me. This will stay between us."

"No, I'm not. I would not do that to my body. I want to go on to Broadway, why would I mutilate my body and ruin my perfect skin doing something like that?" Liar she told herself. Shut up Rachel, keep smiling, stay calm damnit!

"Ok then. What's with the sudden change of clothing then? You usually wear shirts and blouses. Now you're currently wearing jeans and a long sleeved top."

"Miss Pillsbury, this is November. In Ohio. It's getting cold out. I really don't want to get sick this winter and have another re-play of tonsillitis and risk loosing my voice again like last year. I've decided to forgo the skirts this winter is all. And as for the tops, I'm almost always wearing a sweater of some sort, with the occasional short sleeves when it is rather warm out. And it is by no means warm out today." She was telling the truth on that one actually. It was only 40 degrees when she left her house this morning.

"Also a valid point. Ok, I have one more for you. Why did you quit Glee?"

Rachel had to take a deep breath before answering this one

"I quit because I'm sick of being treated like crap in there. Glee was my safe place from all the torment of this school, but now the torment happens in there as well. I'm constantly called names, picked on, told to shut up, and punished for things that I should not be. Mr. Shuster is unfair towards me as well. He lets the entire Glee club call me names and bring me down, but if I say one thing about anyone else in there, I get screamed at and told that I'm not being a team player and that I need to be quiet. I get solos taken away from me while the others continue to belittle me and they receive solos. I refuse to be a part of a group like that. I want nothing to do with them. I don't like the way I've been treated in there. The only reason they want me back is because they need my voice to win. No one wants to step up in there and I constantly have to take on everything, and when something doesn't go perfect, it's suddenly all my fault, regardless of the fact that they are doing nothing to help."

Miss Pillsbury sighed as she looked at Rachel. From what she could tell, the girl was telling the truth. There was no signs of her lying as she spoke.

"Ok then Rachel. I will have a talk with Mr. Shuster about his treatment of you and see what he is willing to do if you return to Glee."

"Please don't bother yourself with that. It's not worth wasting your time. I really don't want to go back there." The last sentence came out as more of a whisper, and Miss Pillsbury realized that Rachel was serious about the way she had been treated.

"Ok Rachel, that's all for right now. I'm here anytime you need to talk, ok?""Ok. Thank you Miss Pillsbury, may I please leave now? I don't want to be late for 2nd period."

"Yes of course Rachel. Have a nice day."

"Thanks, you too."

Rachel did her happy dance once again in her head as she walked away smiling. That had been a lot easier then she expected.

Rachel managed to make it through the rest of the morning and lunch without any issues and had successfully avoided Finn.

At the end of 5th period however, Rachel's luck ran out. As she shut her locker and turned to head to her final two classes, she felt the unmistakable cold sing of a slushy, and then a second on top of that. She heard the jocks laugh and walk away.

Rachel wiped some of the sticky ice from her eyes and turned back to her locker to ditch her books and get her slushy bag. The tears were starting to form in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall since most of the students were still in the hall.

Rachel jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder guide her into the nearest bathroom. She they walked inside, she turned to see Quinn standing there.

"What Quinn? Here to get more information to run to Miss Pillsbury with? I know it was you so don't even try to get out of it!" Rachel snapped at Quinn.

"You're right Rachel. I did go to her. I went because I'm worried about you. I don't want you hurting yourself!""I'm doing nothing of the sort! Again, how dare you accuse me of such accusations! First at my own home, and now here?" Rachel was practically growling at Quinn at this point.

"Rachel -"

"Get out Quinn. I don't need you or anyone else for that matter!" Quinn sighed but left the room. She had never seen Rachel so made and it was starting to scare her.

After Quinn left, Rachel washed the slushy out of her hair and washed her face. She locked herself in a stall to change her top. She couldn't take the risk of someone walking in and seeing her arms.

By the time she was finished, 6th period was almost over. She decided she wasn't going to attend her last class. Dealing with the rest of the students, mainly Quinn was not something she could handle at that point. She didn't care about her perfect attendance anymore. Plus, she figured one day really wouldn't hurt her. She threw her bag into her locker and left. Her homework for the next day was done anyway.

When Rachel made it home, she let the tears flow. She made it to her room and collapsed on her bed as the sobs ripped through her body. She again found herself lucky that her dads were not home so she would not have to explain anything to them.

After an hour she was tired of crying and decided that she would punish herself on the elliptical. Her leg was still a little sore from the morning, but she wanted to feel the pain as she pushed herself.

Rachel managed a full hour on the machine before she had to stop. She had re-opened two of the deeper gashes on her leg and there was blood dripping down her leg as she went. She called it quits and headed to the bathroom for a cool shower.

15 minutes later, she stepped out and dried off. She re-bandaged her leg and found a pair of pjs. She made up her bed with a pair of clean sheets and crawled in. She drifted off after about 5 minuets of staring at the ceiling, thinking about what her life had become.