Hello. Without any further ado, I hope you like this chapter.

Lea-Marie POV

This week is- and will in glee club be for eating disorder awareness. However, we won't be doing songs about just eating disorders. I want you to do songs about standing together, keep holding on. You are beautiful and to never stop fighting. Do you get what I mean? Good! Then I'll see you all tomorrow.

-Mr. Blaine

I threw my phone on my bedside table. It was Monday evening February the twenty sixth. Mr. Blaine had just announced what we were going to do for this week's glee club. And I was lying across a chair in the delivery department at Lima memorial hospital, not that I cared much though.

I sighed deeply, I was Lea-Marie Hale and I didn't care for anyone or anything. I just cared for looking good (not that I would have to make much of an effort), getting what I wanted and making Daniel Vincent mine. But tonight it didn't seem like that. I tried not to care much for it, but Marion's screams in agony from just down the hall I couldn't just shut out. And neither could I the knowledge that from tonight on, no one else but me would care for me anymore.

I threw my hair over my shoulder and pulled my headphones out of my pocket. Screw that my baby brother or sister was just about to be born. I could listen to music anyway, and when I turned the music up loud it finally shut the sounds of the rest of the world out. And with the sounds of Keisha White's someday streaming into my head. I closed my eyes and curled up in that chair leaning against the wall.

"Lea… Lea-Marie."

I hadn't noticed I'd even fallen asleep until I felt dad shaking my shoulder and heard his voice. When I drowsily looked up I saw him sweaty and with his hair pointing in all possible directions. On his lips was the brightest smile I'd ever seen though. And I felt a clench in my stomach that I knew that nothing of that was for me anymore.

"Do you want to come meet your little… brother?"

I might or might not have been too tired and drowsy to make protests if I wanted to. But during the few steps down the hall and into the room on the right I felt my head going clearer and more alert. And also my heart beating fast, and hard. Which only got worse until I had followed dad into the mostly dark hospital- room.

"Hi." Marion looked tired and worn-out where she sat on the bed with my baby brother in her arms. "He's asleep now. But come here and look." I stopped, I didn't get where it came from but suddenly I just had the strangest feeling that I needed to be very quiet and careful. "Don't worry." Marion was almost whispering, but still smiling. "He won't break."

I carefully and slowly took one step closer after another. And it was like a reflex because I couldn't get myself to walk faster. Then until I stopped by the bed and Marion held my brother so I could see him. As she had told me he was asleep now. But seeing him, every little piece of him with a thick thatch of dark hair on top- made shivers go through my spine and my heart was beating harder and faster than ever.

"What's his name?" Suddenly, I wanted to know everything. What was his name? What things would he like to do? What food would he like? What would his voice be like? But I had to start from the beginning. And frowned when I could see dad and Marion glancing and then nodding to each other. And even though there was another thing I wanted to know seeing that, I couldn't get myself to ask before dad spoke up again.

"Lea… Honey… We…" Dad cleared his throat. "We were wondering if you would like to decide on a name for him. We will have a say too of course. But as long as… as you're keeping it… realistic… we'd like you to decide on one. Would you like that?"

"Look at that." Marion said with a small smirk. "I never thought I'd see Lea- Marie Hale speechless. Here, do you want to hold him?"

"I…" I managed to stutter at last as dad led me to an arm chair by the window and carefully placed the baby in my arms and showed me how to hold. "…I need to think about it."

With that I turned towards the window and didn't keep track of time sitting like that. I might have been sitting there for hours, but my brother didn't wake up a single time and neither did I try and wake him. I could have been sitting there forever with the rest of the world shut out and just… been, and prayed.

I had prayed.

Oh Lord!

I had prayed so many times. For my mum to get better, for her to return. For not having to leave Italy for America, for anyone caring about me. For being able to really get what I wanted. But not until now sitting with my newborn brother in my arms I remembered the prayers that must have been the first ones after I learned everything there was to pray. For the only thing I had really wanted right then

…Dear great big God. Mum told me I could tell you exactly what I wanted and I might get it. And I don't really want a new doll, or a new bracelet. Even though I keep on asking my dad for it. I don't even need my own TV- What I really want is just a tiny little sister. Sincerely Lea- Marie Hale…

I had wanted mostly a baby sister then. And even though I hadn't exactly wished for a little sibling now I had somewhere deep inside been wishing for a sister now too. But sitting by that hospital window with my baby brother fast asleep towards my chest I couldn't have been happier. And he couldn't have been more perfect.

"Dad." I whispered and looked back towards the bed where dad had put his head down next to Marion. Both were fast asleep, and even though it made me kind of nervous at first when I turned back and looked towards the skies filled with stars I was filled with a calm so thick and warm I couldn't have fought it if I tried.

I smiled, looked back at the sleeping couple and started singing. Only just more than hummed on a song for my baby brother thinking back and forth about what dad and Marion had asked me to do. I had been certain all my life it felt like.

I knew that dad or Marion might not like the name. But I also knew the name was very special for my dad, and I knew I would get it my way anyhow. So the name I decided on it would be… And it was the perfect name for the perfect baby brother. And I never knew I could love anyone as much as when I looked down at his soft forehead and dark, thick hair and then whispered his name under my breath.

Christian

Jasper POV

"Hello soldiers." Mr. Blaine was as usual smiling coming walking into the choir room on Thursday. "Are everybody here? Oh and as of it looks right now- Christie will be back in school on Monday. So are… Where is Lea-Marie?"

"I don't know." Benjamin replied. "I can usually hear whenever she's around about her Horrid Heedie. But now that I think about it I haven't seen her all day."

"Neither have I." Dakota continued. "Maybe she's ill or something. Not that I care much for it anyway." He shrugged and then leaned back in his chair. "I guess no one here likes her. So can we just get on?"

"I don't like Lea-Marie either." Mady replied. "But that doesn't mean I want her to get ill. What if something happened to her? What if she…" Mady silent and something dark could be seen in her eyes- once again reminding of that terrible time that Mady had found out about her dad's passing. "I mean… I… I don't like her but…"

"Don't worry about it Mads." Benjamin patted her back. "I'm sure she's fine. You don't worry about it yeah?" For a second he leaned his cheek against Mady's head and rubbed her arm. "I'm with Dakota though." He sat up straight again. "I'm really excited to see what anyone's got for this theme so maybe we should just get on. Maybe Lea will pop up in just a second. It wouldn't be the first time she was late anyways."

"Okay, okay." Mr. Blaine interrupted. "We'll start now. And I know you guys don't like Lea- Marie." He looked around as if to make sure Lea-Marie wasn't there. "I don't do so neither at some times. But I think we should just move on… and after all- she is one of us! Anyway, has anyone got a song to do?" I raised my hand. "Mr. Birch… the floor's yours."

I gave Mr. Blaine a quick nod and took my guitar from the floor. Then got to jump to sit on the piano. And I couldn't shake the weird feeling in my stomach off. It was like something was telling me I wasn't doing this right. And despite how much I really liked this song, and had thought it would be perfect when I found out what Mr. Blaine had planned. Although, now I wasn't that sure.

I had asked Evie to say what she had thought, she had said it would suit but had gotten a weird expression and had left my room as quickly as possible. Now. Seeing that expression over and over and over again for my inner vision I forced myself to just go for it and started taking the right tabs on the guitar and then started singing.

I tried not to think about that a couple of the others had gotten the same weird expression as Evie yesterday. Then made sure I played the song right, but couldn't wait for it to be over and waited nervously for hearing their words about it- not that I had to wait for long.

"Isn't the song sung to women who are fat? Like literally so fat you can't call them curvy they are fat?" Dakota asked. "Isn't that 'the butterfly lounge' like a bar where girls that are skinny can't even get in? I mean what's better in that than discriminating people that are obese."

"I don't… I mean… I chose it because…" I stuttered. But for some reason what Dakota had said made me unsure about what to reply. "The reason I chose it was because…"

"Yeah, Dakota's kind of has a point." Martina agreed. "I mean, the whole world has gotten on their brains so much that curvy or even obese women needs to accept themselves that we throw dirt on anyone who's skinny. That song you just sung is quite a few years old and probably made some time before it got like this but think about it. That song is still only sung to big women. That they are beautiful- as if you would be so any less if you were skinny."

"That's not what I meant I…"

Well, I guess here was where that weird feeling came from.'

"I've got one too. Here. Can I borrow your guitar?"

I didn't get the chance to explain what I had really been trying to say. And honestly didn't think it would be too hard. I shook my head at Seth's question turned to me. I didn't quite know why but I could sense him watching me while I sat down among the others again and put the guitar into its case on the floor.

"Well, just so you know…" Seth had been talking to Mr. Dom and then came back to stand in front of all of us others. "…Jasper, I think you did great. And… I think this song could tell you all about what I think Jasper wanted to say…" Seth smirked towards Charlotte and then signed to Kayla to start on the piano.

I recognized the song by the first tone. I loved it, I had been singing it to Evie and mum God knows how many times- probably a billion. Then my dad would come along and sing with me and we all would just love the song- it was filled of happy memories. Happier than all others but now as I heard it I was just filled with anger. And I wanted the song to stop now, and I wanted everyone to hate his as they hated mine… which of course they didn't!

"Oh my God!" Martina stated as Seth barely had the time to finish. "Why are you so damn talented?"

Seth smiled, and then looked to Charlotte whose smile wasn't big. But turned only towards the boy in front of her. Seth then smiled bigger and turned to Mr. Blaine who had come up to him and was talking about something that I couldn't hear. Not that I didn't hear that it was good though. And the others' compliments were haling over him while I just sat there, still and silent with my hands shoved deeply and kind of angrily into my pockets.

With everyone beaming over Seth only minutes after I had done one of my favorites as good as I could. I didn't want to, but felt a slight sting of jealousy in my stomach. And no matter how much I hated to admit it, couldn't help to compare it to the feeling I got whenever I was trying to tell my parents something and they never did care as much for mine as for Evie's.

I bit my lip- I hated feeling like this. But more than anything, I hated that in the shadow of my sister, and talented people all around- I would kind of have to from time to time. Or more likely quite often. So with that, and Mr. Blaine's newest announcement I stood up with the others, and threw the shoulder strap of my guitar case around my shoulders while I left the room.

Walking through the hallway I was feeling very tired. I could feel a light pounding beneath my forehead warning for the worst headache of the year. But looking up, a few meters in front of me I could see Evie hurrying across the hallway and into another one with her blonde hair covering her face from where I stood. Although, I didn't need much else than seeing how she was walking to know that there was something wrong- very wrong.

I would mostly have wanted to go straight home and get into my bed. But with a sigh I followed my sister- she was more important right now. She always was!

Benjamin POV

"Hello soldiers." Mr. Blaine greeted as usual coming into the choir room on Thursday. "Wow! It feels like it was yesterday I started all of this and now it's March." He jumped up to sit on the piano and put the bag next to him. "So… I guess the start of this week was… interesting. But if anybody else have got a song I would love if we could just start over and… Martina? The floor is yours." He jumped down from the piano again and with a slight smile on his lips and the bag in his hands went to sit down with us others.

Martina had handed Mr. Dom and Kayla the sheet music. Then laughed at Mr. Jonas who pretended to be angry that he couldn't help with quite as many songs as his brother and sister- well. What would he expect? He played saxophone and harmonica!

I smiled at when the intro started. And so did Martina, and even though I didn't look around. I knew so did most people in here. But still- to me it felt like something was weird. And it took a great part of the song until I realized that Martina wasn't wearing- as far as I could see, a single piece of makeup. And with how much her Goth style would otherwise require much of it.

"That was great." Mr. Blaine beamed when the song was over and done. "And you look beautiful."

"Aw, thanks." Martina smirked, but I could see she really took his words in. "I mean- I guess that song is about that… don't try too hard. Well, duh! But… gah! We shouldn't put so much effort into changing ourselves. Whether it is for that we are insecure about our weight or eye color or skin or whatever. So… I figured it could be a part of the act not to wear makeup for one day… It feels really weird though." She smirked again and then went to sit back down next to Daniel. "Haven't anyone else got a song?"

The room fell silent, and nobody else had anything so we left for the day. Dakota needed to go grocery shopping or whatever. So we walked in two directions. Although, I couldn't help walking down the street how quiet my sister was- and she would usually talk a lot!

"What's up Mads? You're so quiet."

"So… loads of girls think they're fat. Even though they're not." I nodded and hid a smile. My sister was only six, but she would understand so much more than what people thought. "So… if they think they're fat and they're not… Am I fat? I am right? Everyone I know are skinnier than me!"

"Mads. You are not fat." I turned, took her hands and sat down on my knees on the pavement. "And even if you were I wouldn't care. You are you, and I am me. And that's all I would ever want us to be." Mady giggled at my rhyming. "Now…" I hadn't finished speaking before Mady's got a weird expression on her face. "What?"

"Do you still want me to be me? Now when it's my fault that our house burned down?"

I didn't reply verbally at first. I just hugged Mady as tight as I possibly could. Held her tight while she sniveled towards my shoulder and ignored the cold early- spring- air. We might have been standing like that for several minutes before any of us spoke again. And despite the fact that Mady would usually chatter way much more than me I was the first.

"Madison May Heedie is the best in the whole wide world. You are my sister and don't you dare change a single thing about you. You are my sister and therefore I will hide the truth about the fire with everything that I have if it makes you feel safe. You are my sister. Because you are you, and I am me. And that is all I would want us to be."

Charlotte POV

Can you meet me in the choir room for an extra rehearsal today at a quarter past three? You won't regret it.

-Mr. Blaine

I put my phone back into my pocket after triple checking Mr. Blaine's Facebook announcement. I would have been meant to still be in English class. But had asked to go to the bathroom and since there was so little left of class I had gotten to say that I wouldn't return before the end of the day.

Instead of going to the bathroom, I went into the choir room. Hoping to just get one single thing done before the bell rang and every other soldier of Finn's army would come in here. So without any further ado I plugged my phone into the speaker and put the instrumental for the right song on.

It was a big song, with really, really high notes. It probably didn't sound too good but I think I hit all of the right notes in the right way- not that I could have made it sound right though. I just wanted to do a song about breaking out and coming back. But I hadn't wanted to do it with anyone else in here, it would only lead to questions awkward to answer. And I did certainly not need that.

"Hey." Just as the bell sounded loud through the hallways of William McKinley high school and the song ended I could hear a voice I very much recognized behind me and spun around. "Skipping class are we… yeah, don't worry about it. I won't tell anybody…" She gave a slight smirk. "Maybe… if you give me something in ret…"

"Hello." Mr. Blaine came onto the stage and smiled at us. And interrupted before Frances had finished and told me what she wanted. I discreetly pulled the phone away from the speakers to act like I had just come and crossed my fingers Frances would want something badly enough not to tell anyone I had skipped class to come here.

Next things to be moving fast and I was in the middle of it all only very, very confused. Frances sat down in the audience and was going to watch the group performance Mr. Blaine had planned, one after one the soldiers of Finn's army dropped in, then sheet music were handed out. Seth had the solos and the rest Mr. Blaine had written on the sheets, and then it started.

I could see Mr. Blaine smiling towards me when we came to the refrain where everybody- including I made their voices heard. A bit mysteriously, as if he did mean something with all of this that he hadn't told- and even though I didn't think I would have admitted it, I was really curious on what it could be. Although I ignored it and concentrated back onto the song.

I tried so hard to believe the lyrics. Wanted to believe I wasn't the only one that wouldn't be counting calories and standing in front of the mirror with my shirt pulled up every day sighing over how much I hated my belly, hated my thighs and actually hated every single part of my body. I wanted to believe that even if I felt all of that I wouldn't be alone.

Music was a funny thing for certain! If someone would have told me yesterday- or just five minutes ago that I would be standing here. Singing and listening to a song with these lyrics, so much happier than three minutes ago. Finally not feeling alone, but as a part of everything. I wouldn't have believed them, but now I did- and I would have never wanted it to end.

It did end though!

"You know this song sucks." Lea- Marie stated about half a second after the song had ended "What should I care anyway? I don't care about eating disorders… and I certainly do not care about anyone who states they've got one. Everyone knows such things are only for attention anyway! Miss Boohoo- I'm- Charlotte- Amato- and- my- life- sucks more than anyone!"

I could have punched Lea-Marie Hale for stating that!

Never before had I had such a strong urge to just break out of my shell. Shout and do whatever it took, just to make her see. No- just to make everyone see! What did she know about that? What did any of the people in here know about it? Had they been there? Had they been where they sat with a plate of whatever dinner in front of them. Wanted to eat- wanted nothing else but to just be good enough. But couldn't decide what would do so? What did they know about getting on the scale in the middle of the night so that nobody would hear? What did they know about only one kilo more, only one kilo more? Then it will be fine! Then I will be good enough!

"Excuse me." My sister's voice interrupted my thoughts and pulled me back to reality. "I know you Lea. I know that you know what kind of things I know about you. I know that you know that I know things that could destroy your reputation in this whole school, this whole town. And if you ever dare say such things about my sister again I won't give it a doubt. So- don't- you- even- dare…"

Couldn't Lea-Marie just have stayed at home a bit longer? Instead of coming here, not saying a word to anyone about why she had been gone (I would have bet anything she had pretended to be ill or something) and only acting like she was so much better and more important than anyone else. I hated her!

I hated her! I hated her more than I could remember ever hating anyone or anything ever before!

I hated her!

Suddenly the hate for Lea-Marie was the only thing I could feel or think. That until I realized that Frances had protected me. Even I knew how easily also her reputation could be destroyed. But she had done it anyway. And I felt a slight pinch of happiness in my gut watching Lea-Marie go bright red, and then spinning around and stomping out of the room.

"So…" I whispered to my sister. "…What do you want from me for what you did before and now?" Frances smiled, and for the first time in God knows how long tenderly laid her arm around my shoulders and whispered back.

"I don't want anything back. You're my sister and I'd do it all again."

So. Lea- Marie is officially a big sister. And even though she has been worried that her dad won't care for her anymore now. All of that just seems to have disappeared once she falls in love with her baby brother. There's also something special about the name Christian… hmmmm… I'm going to take a guess that it's got nothing to do with Christie… Then it's Jasper's part and nobody knows yet of Lea-Marie's little brother. They don't like Lea-Marie much anyway. Jasper gets angry when nobody seems to like what he did. But mostly jealous actually because what he does or feels just doesn't matter. Maybe to himself the very least. Oh and- this thing in between Charlotte and Seth almost seems to be moving forward. Even though they're either still kind of shy- or really shy as of Charlotte. Mady being weird have got something to do with the fire and she keeps stating it's her fault. The big question is- what did happen at the time that fire started? Although, after all. Benjamin and Mady have still got each other and that is what matters. Next, Charlotte is on her way back. And despite everything. Frances still loves her little sister while Charlotte loves her older one. Even though Lea-Marie is still nothing but a… 'insert suiting word here'

Playlist
Lea-Marie- When you believe- Mariah Carey and Whitney Houston
Jasper- Big girl (You are beautiful)- Mika
Seth- Just the way you are- Bruno Mars
Martina- Try- Colbie Caillat
Charlotte- Phoenix- Molly Sandén
Group-Not alone- RED

Mr. Hale is portrayed by Mark Ruffalo. Marion by Rachel Blanchard. They are both made by IloveheartlandX. Evie is portrayed by Charlotte Salt, Mr. Birch by Alex Walkinshaw and Mrs. Birch by Alex Kingston and they are made by x snow-pony x. Mady is portrayed by Sarah Grace Morris. Jonas is portrayed by Aaron Ashmore. Dom is portrayed by Shawn Ashmore and is made by LocalXmusicXjellybeanX and Kayla by GleeJunkie007 and portrayed by Kira Kosarin. Frances is portrayed by Dove Cameron and made by JoshiferJennoist

I know the others' reactions to Jasper's song may be a bit out of character and weird. But it was probably from one person starting and then the others just agreeing. I hope you liked it more than I did.

Random fact

I don't remember the exact reason on why I wanted to do a week for eating disorder awareness. But I figured it might be a mix- Charlotte suffered from an eating disorder so I figured I could do it and found that the last week of February was for it. And as well that eating disorders are nothing but terrible. And also way too common.

See you next time!