Rachel laid in her bed remembering the events of yesterday, she stared blankly at her clock as the minutes ticked by, slowly she sat up looking down at the tent in her boxers before looking away quickly with a frown on her face.

Standing up she walked over to her closet stretching her arms above her head with a soft sigh she grabbed a tee shirt, and a pair of cargo pants, nodding to herself at her choices she stood in front of her mirror staring at her body, Rachel was by no means self-conscious about the top half of her body, she was fit, and she had decently sized muscle's but she was by no means a giant in the arm area.

And if she was being honest with herself, she used to be okay with her bottom half, but with her father's demeaning words in one ear, and almost everyone in her school's voices in the other she was having a hard time staying so accepting of herself.

She was a girl, and she knew that, she was fine with that, and she also had an attachment that girls didn't usually have, and she herself was okay with that, it didn't change how she saw herself as a girl, she was stable in her femineity and her masculinity, she was a girl, talked like one, looked like one, always felt like one, but she didn't dress like one, and she was okay with that, yet everyone else around her seemed to have opinions about who she could be, how she could dress, how she should act, just because of what she was born with.

Rachel turned on her heels looking away from the mirror tired of looking at herself, and slipped her shoes on grabbing her backpack, and phone and making her way down the stairs, she glanced past the wall checking for her fathers before she ran through the living room and slipped out the back door.

Rachel laughed at herself in her head as she carried out her daily task of climbing over the fence and made her way to the teen sized dirt bike she had done odd jobs to pay for without her dads finding out she had any kind of transportation, the men weren't keen on her having anything but the sheet, the few clothes, her phone, and her mirror, it was all they provided her with and she spent most of her days not spent at school, out doing odd jobs to pay for more clothes and her own phone bill.

Pushing her legs harder than she probably should have Rachel made it too school at half the time it should have taken her, she hid her bike behind the bushes near the school's exit that she often used, and made her way into the school still weary of the run in she had with the jocks after school yesterday.

Shuffling over to her locker Rachel opened her backpack and took her unused books out slipping then in before grabbing the one's she needed and turning around only to come face to face with Brittany.

"Hi!"

"Hello..."

"Are you okay? After yesterday? Do you need anything? Can I help you with your books? Are you still coming to glee? Do you hate me for not hugging you fast enough?" Rachel held up her hand as Brittany rambled on, and gave the girl a small smile which Brittany found adorable.

"I am okay, and I'm doing better, I don't need anything, but thank you very much for the offer, you may help with my books if it would make you feel better, I also very much will be attending glee, and you hugged me at the perfect time." Rachel said answering everything as quickly as Brittany had said it.

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The school day went on as usual, slushies, and shoves, getting tripped, and made fun of, Rachel made her way to glee in an outfit she got from lost and found which was only a sweater and a pair of sweat shorts that did not go together at all, but oddly worked for her in a way it wouldn't for anyone else.

She walked into glee and sat in her usual seat on the far side of the class room away from everyone else, only for the unholy trinity to walk in and sit closer to her than they did everyone else right in the middle.

Brittany waved aggressively at Rachel as if she wasn't one chair away from the smaller girl.

"Berry?"

"Yes Santana?"

"You uh..you good?"

"Yes, I am thanks for asking Santana."

"Good, stay that way for me Berry."

Rachel nodded her head simply and went back to listening to Mr. Schue drone on about nothing and everything, mostly things that didn't matter at all, how were they supposed to win sectionals if they didn't practice or brainstorm until it was two days away.

Rasing her hand Rachel watched as half of the glee club rolled their eyes, or grunted in annoyance, including Mr. Schue, she frowned at the reaction but kept her hand up until it was acknowledged.

"Yes, Rachel what is it." Frowning again Rachel fidgeted with the strings of the shorts she was wearing.

"Shouldn't we be brainstorming for sectionals instead of doing these random projects that don't do anything for us? I mean maybe if we practiced for more than two days will also being stressed out, we'd be cleaner, sharper, better-."

"Oh, shut up Berry still trying to get a solo, nobody cares diva." Looking down at her hands once more Rachel decided not to talk again, and just sit silently.

"She's right, Schue, if we practiced more than one or two days before the actual competition maybe we could actually win without barley making it." Quinn said from her seat next to Brittany, with Santana behind her nodding along.

"I totz agree Mcsweater if we got more time in, we could really win without fearing that were going to lose because you know we only practiced for two days." Schue sighed realizing he wasn't going to win this particular argument and eventually agreed, and the rest of the time in the club was spent brainstorming ideas.

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Rachel made it home in record time, but she wished she'd made It home sooner.

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