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When Rachel woke up that morning, she felt … pain. Immense stomachache and headache. Groaning, she got up and walked over to her calendar, checking the date.

Yup.

It was that certain time of the month. Groaning again, Rachel took her phone from the nightstand, about to dial the number of Juilliard and call in sick when she froze.

What did she think was she doing? She couldn't just stay at home because of those little aches and pains, that would be ridiculous.

Besides, suffering in her bed all alone wouldn't make the pain go away anyway.

After having dressed up, Rachel threw her now dirty PJs into the laundry basket, she would bring them to the laundromat after she got home from work. But first, she would declare war on Aunt Flo so that she could survive the rest of the day with the help of black pants, lemon tea in her thermos flask, and, most importantly, painkillers.

Gosh, sometimes, she hated being a woman. Men never had to deal with those problems. How could that possibly be fair?

…

Puck had no idea why he felt so miserable all of a sudden. Did he get food poisoning after he ate that weirdly looking donut from Dunkin Donuts when he was on his way to the precinct? His head was hurting as if thousands of jackhammers were battering him right to his skull, so was his stomach.

Rubbing his eyes, he took another sip of his coffee and leaned back on his chair of his desk at his office.

"You okay, dude?", Jake, whose desk was right next to his, asked him, looking kind of concerned. He worriedly put down his pen and turned to his older brother.

"Maybe I'm coming up with the flu or something", Puck told him, holding his head and fidgeting in his seat. He had no idea what had suddenly gotten into him. Normally, he never got sick that easily, that's why his younger brother had always envied him.

Jake grinned. "My big bro is getting sick?", he asked amusedly, crossing his arms. "Awesome!"

For some reason, Puck suddenly needed to sob. "You're finding that funny?", he cried. "I am about to suffer agonies!" Some of his workmates were looking over to them, watching that scene with interest. But Puck was so caught up in his misery he didn't even notice.

"You okay, bro?" Jake cocked his eyebrows, handing him a handkerchief. "Did you do drugs? Are you high?"

"I am not high, for fuck's sake!", Puck shouted, eyes narrowed. "I'm in pain. And it hurts so bad!"

"Son, you okay?", Captain Sheldon Beiste who just came walking in, asked Puck worriedly.

"Yes, he is", Jake answered for him, patting his older brother's shoulder. "Don't worry, Captain Beiste."

So Captain Beiste just nodded and crossed the room to talk to one of the other detectives while Puck continued whimpering. Jake threw all the other people in the room apologetic glances. "Probably his quarter life crisis", he tried to explain, scratching his head.

Shaking their heads, the other people all went back to work, ignoring a sobbing Puck again.

…

Rachel's eyes narrowed when she checked the dance move of one of her students.

"Carrie, that's what you call an Assemblé? You just looked like a limping cow!" With a scowl, she wrote down her evaluation on her clipboard. "Try again. And next time, don't even think about messing it up", she hissed irritatedly.

Carrie, a little girl, quickly went to the back, intimidated.

In a challenging way, Rachel looked in the round. "Who's next to disappoint me?"

When the children all backed away, Rachel just glared at all of them. "Do you really think you will make it to Broadway this way? Broadway is like a shark tank; the weakest fish will be the first who will get mauled."

"We are thirteen years old, Ms. Berry", one of her students pointed out.

Rachel laughed cruelly, throwing that student a killing glance. "I knew what I wanted to do in life when I was five. Wanting to become a star is no decision, it's a vocation."

"I want to be an architect", one girl spoke up.

"I don't give a damn!", Rachel yelled at her, and the girl burst into tears. "You are here because you want to be dancers. Graceful, elegant swans, not clumsy, gawky galoots. Did you understand?", she bellowed at the rest.

They all nodded anxiously.

"Good", Rachel said in a dangerous way before she clapped her hands. "Alright, class. Now, Croisé!"

"Looks like Ms. Berry is riding the red Cotton Pony again", one of the girls whispered to her group of friends, and the other girls chuckled.

"What did you just say, Mandy?", they heard Rachel's stern voice behind them.

The girls flinched. "Nothing, nothing", Mandy said quickly, exchanging amused glances with her friends behind their teacher's back.

With a sigh, Rachel took another sip of her lemon tea and rubbed her head. This was going to be a long, long day.

"Are you planning on ignoring me forever?", Sam asked Mercedes with a frown.

Now, she was in her apartment, wiping the floor of her living room energetically, her lips pressed to a thin line. A couple of minutes ago, she had polished her silver tableware to perfection and rearranged her closet.

Without having said a single word to him.

All Sam could feel was rejection. And negative vibes. When he tried to read her mind, it didn't work. She was probably too pissed to think clearly, and he didn't resent her that behavior.

Yesterday, he kissed another woman in front of her eyes even though there was obviously something going on between him and Mercedes. But before they could find out, what it was, he needed to ruin everything.

"Truer words have never been spoken, Evans", Mercedes growled while she poured more soap into her bucket for the cleaning cloth.

"You just read my mind, right?", Sam teased her, but she just threw him a killing glance. "I thought you wanted to ignore me forever." He nodded to the bottle of soap in her hands. "If I was you, I would use cleanser for wiping the floors."

"Do you also want to tell me how do clean the floor?", Mercedes snapped furiously.

Sam just lifted his hands defensively. "I'm just trying to help."

She snorted disdainfully. "I can totally pass on your help. Go help your friend Penny instead.", she hissed, spelling Penny's name in a derogative way.

"Mercedes, what happened yesterday…"

"-is none of my business anyway", she cut him off. "We are not a couple, so why should I care?"

Sam furrowed his eyebrows confusedly. Her emotions were telling him another story, but as pissed as she was, he didn't dare to dig deeper.

He needed to wait until she calmed down because now, he knew he couldn't carry on a proper conversation.

Sometimes, Tina just loved her job as an author because it definitely had its perks. Flexible work time was one of the reasons why she did, among others. If she felt like taking a break, she just could get up and do it.

So now, she was on her way to her favorite coffeeshop because she got in the mood for a cappuccino with a lot of cream on top while she had been working on her new novel.

Rubbing her hands in pleasant anticipation, she rushed down the street without paying attention to where she went. That rock on the street seemingly appeared out of nowhere – and so did those strong hands that caught her when she fell.

In the arms of the savior, Tina looked up, looking into the handsome face of an Asian man and smiling shyly. "Th…Thank you. You just saved me, …?"

"I'm Mike", the handsome stranger introduced himself, requiting her smile in a mysterious way that almost made her drool.

Tina's breath caught. She never knew that a man could smile that charmingly, all the men she dated before were just…meh. But Mike took her breath away.

Clearing her throat, she got up from her almost-falling pose and straightened out the nonexistent wrinkles of her coat. "My name is Tina", she said quickly when she realized that she had been staring for way too long.

"Well, nice to meet you, Tina", Mike winked.

Tina felt her cheeks heat up. Blushing in front of that attractive man was the last thing she needed now. In order to spare herself more embarrassments, she smiled at him in an almost forced way. "How about the two of us go drink some coffee together?", she offered. "My treat. That's the very least I could do after you just saved me from falling down."

Mike started grimacing. "I would love to, but…"

"You are not in the mood? Oh, I totally get it", Tina ended his sentence, rubbing her neck sheepishly. Why couldn't the ground just do her a favor and swallow her whole now?

"No, I just wanted to say that I have an important appointment now", Mike laughed. "But we can catch it up soon." He retrieved a card from his blazer pocket which he handed her. "Just call me whenever you are in the mood."

Tina was too stunned to answer him, she feared she would be frozen on the spot forever.

With another wink, Mike turned around. "I hope I will see you soon, Tina."

Even when he had already turned around the corner and went out of her sight, she kept on smiling goofily. Because she had just gotten the phone number of a hot guy without even having tried too hard and even though she had acted like a total dimwit.

Sometimes, life was just great.

It was late in the night when Kurt finally called it a day and was on his way to his apartment. Since his boss Mrs. Wright wanted to find some more inspiration, she spontaneously sent them to the back of beyond, a lodge outside of Seattle. He needed to rent a car to get to that place, taking a taxi would have been way too expensive.

So here he was, driving across endless roads of a forest to get back to civilization. He had been one of the last people that had left, Mrs. Wright had eventually sent him at home as well.

"You need to go home, get some sleep, Kurt", she had told him with a wink. "You are working way too hard. Relaxed fashion designers are better fashion designers, that's how the saying goes."

It would take him an eternity to get home. Kurt sighed. At home, he would take a long, hot bath with his most favorite vanilla ice cream bath salt. He hoped that Finn didn't already use up everything or else, he would let him suffer.

"Oooh, sounds horrible", someone on the shotgun seat suddenly spoke up and Kurt yelped.

Blaine was sitting next to him now.

Of freaking course.

"Can't you just leave me alone for once?", Kurt snapped, kind of annoyed. He gripped his steering wheel tighter so that he didn't flip out that easily "I already had a long day; you don't need to make it worse."

"Since when do I make your days worse?", Blaine asked amusedly.

Kurt refrained himself from rolling his eyes. "Since you made me faint in front of my fiancé in front of the altar!"

"That's not correct", Blaine answered him back. "You are aware that you didn't marry in a church", he pointed out with a grin.

"You know exactly how I mean it!", Kurt exclaimed angrily. "You are a pain in the neck, stop harassing me all the time, goddammit!"

When he said that sentence, Blaine threw him a strange glance.

"What is it now?", Kurt growled. "Just spit it out, or else, I feel impelled to invade your privacy and read your mind."

"Do you really want me to say it?", Blaine asked, just to be sure. "You might not like it."

"Just say it, goddammit!"

Blaine looked at him quizzically. "You didn't want it the other way."

"Just stop beating around the bush, I don't have time all day", Kurt snapped irritatedly.

Inhaling theatrically, Blaine confessed: "I didn't just show up next to you now because I wanted to. You must have summoned me or something."

"As if", Kurt answered dryly. "That's ridiculous, we both know it."

"I am serious", Blaine insisted. "One moment, I just sit at my desk of my bedroom, doing homework, the next, I am next to you in your car. I don't have anything to do with it, I swear."

Kurt just laughed shortly. "Why would I want to talk to you of all people?"

"You tell me."

"I mean, you ruined my wedding. You-" At that moment a deer suddenly jumped in front of the car. Kurt yelped, trying to drive around it, but got off the street in the process. The car crashed against a tree and Kurt's world went black.

…

Blaine felt as if someone just shredded his arm and his skull with a sledgehammer. He screamed, falling of his chair and squirming with pain, wondering what made him feel like that all of a sudden. Did he get sick?

Just at that moment, he noticed that he was in his room again and not in Kurt's car.

"Kurt?"

No answer.

"Kurt!"

For some reason, Blaine got a bad feeling about what had happened. He thought he had heard Kurt yelp before their connection broke off. The pace of his heartbeat quickened.

Did Kurt get into an accident? Did someone attack him? Was it the reason why he felt that pain? Was Kurt injured, or worse, dead?

Blaine's eyes widened in shock, he felt how he started to breathe faster, close to hyperventilating.

He wouldn't be able to take it if something happened to Kurt even though he barely knew him. But he was in Wisconsin, more than thirty hours away from Kurt.

What shall he do now?

This chapter is dedicated to all the girls and women out there who are suffering every month. Don't worry, girls, you are not alone xD