I sighed softly, tying my hair up in a ponytail, tensing when Coach Sylvester walked into the locker room. "Sor-sorry coach locker room's are for Cheerio's, I know, I'll leave" I mumbled, grabbing my stuff and rushed out before she could ask me why I was crying and call me weak! I walked into my mom's classroom, not even noticing she had one of her classes, Santana's period. I froze, "S-sorry Mom... I'm going to go to class!" I walked away, arms over my chest. I found myself crying again. This had to stop. Calm down! Stop! They'll think you're crazy. I walked away from my pity party in the hallway seeing Noah.

"Rach! Stop!" He demanded, making me freeze in my spot. He had his friends-Mike-with him. I turned around and scoffed.

"I-if y-y" I couldn't even talk, I was crying so much. I sniffled. "What Puck?!" I growled, wanting to just go home at this point. He smirked, looking down on me. This wasn't my big brother. I wanted my brother back, the one who would protect me and not torture me. He threw a slushy in my face, making me flinch back from the cold on my face. I looked at Mike. "C-can you drive me home? Between him and Satan, I have no more clothes." Mike looked nervous like he wanted to say yes, but he wasn't going to. I nodded, scoffing. "Right, they're making you choose for what feels like the 100th time and you are breaking your promise.." I just walked away from all of them and out the school, walking home. I found myself in the bathroom, pointing out my flaws.

You aren't that pretty...

You can lose some weight...

You're annoying as hell...

No one wants to be your friend...

I found myself crying and went over to my closet. Maybe it was my nerdiness? Or just me? I sighed softly going over to my parents, who were ready to chew me out for skipping, but I looked dead so they lightened up. "I want to move schools... Now, before you say anything like we agreed on McKinley for at one point the family can be together or you watch out for me, I hate it there! Everyone hates me, Sam, Puck and Finn convinced Jesse to despise me because he is older and they convinced Mike because they don't want a freak dating their friend... Santana told me to stay away from everyone and I have.. I'll be okay at Carmel... Even if Jesse is there." Of course, it was worth a try, but my parents didn't give into my request. I sighed going over to my closet and decided to just to change everything about myself. I sighed softly throwing out my sweaters. I had too much going on for this all to depress me. I bit my lip and went into my bathroom, grabbing the makeup bag mom had bought me a while back. I just went to bed not eating, not wanting to even face my family.

The next morning I walked downstairs in my usual skirt, but I was wearing a tank top with a vest over it and some heels. I looked way older than my age and I loved the looks I was getting from my siblings... "Sorry guys, I don't want breakfast." I walked the five minutes to school. All the guys were staring at me. I ignored Mike and giggled when Brian, one of the guys on the basketball team came up to me.

"Little Schuester..." He smirked at me, making me blush.

"Brian Adams..." I smiled, cutely. I couldn't help but giggle. He was talking to me when Finn dragged me away, gripping my arm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I scoffed.

"Get off Finn!" I struggled against my brother's grip.

"You can't keep doing this. What are you a slut now?" The words stung me like a burning fire. I just walked away, walking into Mike's class and ignored my father's request for me to get out.

"We have to talk... Now, later I don't care but we have to talk today! I-i can't keep doing this alone." I just walked out of the classroom, leaning on the lockers. I looked up as Mike came out of the room. He hugged me, but I pushed him away. "Mike you have to choose... Me or football?" I saw the look of disbelief on his face. I sighed, shaking my head. "Please, their torturing me! Mike, I need someone! Either you or my siblings or my parents, but my family seems too busy for me! Please just choose me! For-" He cut me off, grabbing my face and kissing me. I kissed him passionately, moaning and smiling at him. I giggled softly and pulled on his lip. I smirked, seeing his blush.

"Hmmm, who knew my girl was so sexy?" He asked, making me shiver.

"I'm a little cold, Mikey." I pouted, giggling when he gave me his letterman. Of course, he would. He walked me to the auditorium which was always empty during the school's first and second period. I smiled softly and looked up at him. We were both laying on the stage, looking up.

"Babe.."

"Yeah.."

"If you want we can get away this weekend..." I sighed softly, snuggling into him and nodded. I looked at him and kissed him softly. I smiled softly and bit my lip. "We could always go to the beach, stay there all weekend, or even just hang at mine?" He smiled at me, pulling me closer to him. I laid on his chest, smiling softly.

"I love that idea!" I giggled. It would be good to get away. I had been crying so much lately and just having my boyfriend around "Let's just go to New York or California... No one would miss us!" I shrugged, laying my head on his chest. He was quiet as I hummed softly, biting my lip and closed my eyes.

"Is it any better with Sam? He seemed upset about everything, figured he'd apologize? Or Blaine, has he apologized?"

"No one has, my parents think it's my fault that I'm being tortured and they think I hurt my siblings and that's why they're upset with me. They won't let me switch schools and they are upset because all I do is cry." I snuggled more into his side. "I'll be grounded for skipping with you." I sighed softly and sat up, kissing him. "I have to go." I got up walking into the hallway, hoping to make it to the bathroom without any kind of incident. I sighed holding myself together until I made to the bathroom. I had suggested running away with him, and all he did was ignore it! I had no problem with that; running away was a stupid thought and only one of us would benefit from getting away from this small cow town... I sighed softly, looking at my reflection and went to class. My parents and siblings were waiting for me in the choir room when Mike and I walked in.

The way they were sitting what was this, an intervention?!