A/N: Hi people! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I've been really busy and a little tired. But we are ready for chapter 6! I hope you like this chapter! I love reviews, I AM okay with constructive criticism so let it all out. Alright...

Settling: The William McKinley High School hallway, Wednesday, October 26th, 2011, 10:18 A.M.

Brittany ran out of the room with glistening clear beads streaming down her cheeks, her face feeling hot and fiery. She was extremely confused about her negative feelings. She felt upset, melancholy, infuriated, scared, lost, and unsure. Her head started spinning. She began to feel dizzy. The piercing words of her glee club-mates echoed in her ears, louder and louder each time. They pounded in her eardrums, blotting out all positive voices and thoughts in her head. Doubtful feelings flooded her brain. She felt hated. Misunderstood. "Why me, God? Is it my life you'd like to ruin? What have I done?" Every letter, sound, syllable she formed her lips to speak triggered another sea of tears. Images of her brother shot in her brain, getting fuzzier and more unrecognizable as they faded away from her eyes, sliding back into the archive of pictures of her brother in that section of her brain. She got dizzier. The world started spinning. It got faster. It was spinning so fast that she couldn't focus her eyes on anything. The world got less and less clear. And then it happened. She tumbled to the floor.

Setting: William McKinley High School office, Wednesday, October 26th, 2011, 12:30 P.M.

"Brittany? Brittany, dearie?"

Brittany blinked a few times, tired and confused about where she was and what was happening. Her eyes focused on Mrs. Quincy, the school nurse.

"Wh-where am I?"

Mrs. Quincy rubbed Brittany's back, as she sat up on the cot, pushing herself up by her stinging elbows.

"You're in the office here at school. Mr. Schuester found you lying on the ground and took you in here. We'd call your parents to take you home but you don't seem sick." Mrs. Quincy smiled her wrinkled old lady sort of smile.

"O-oh. Okay. I don't feel very sick, just a bit dizzy. A little nauseous, too. My feelings are confusing to me right now." Brittany saw Mrs. Quincy jotting things down on a brown clipboard out of the corner of her eye. She turned over and lied down facing her back against Mrs. Quincy, trying to avoid the school nurse seeing her cry.

"Is there something on your mind? Your friends say you've been acting different."

Brittany frowned. "Why should I tell you? Why is it your business? Why do you even care? Go away and leave me alone!" But that was only what she wanted to say, what she imagined. There was no way in hell she would say that to Mrs. Quincy, she tried to be very kind to everyone. Her parents always told her to be nice to everybody since she was little.

"I don't want to talk about it," she mumbled, purposely making it so the nurse couldn't understand her.

"What was that? I'm getting old, you have to talk louder."

Brittany was becoming stubborn and irritated. "I just don't want to talk about it, okay?" She realized her tone was rude, so she quickly corrected herself. "Sorry, Mrs. Quincy."

Mrs. Quincy was a sweet lady. "It's quite alright Brittany, I'll leave you alone. Sometimes it's best not to talk about these things."

Brittany mustered up a smile out of the little happiness she had left in her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Quincy."

Just then there was a knock on the clear door.

"Looks like you have visitors, Mrs. Pierce! Would you like me to let them in?"

Brittany gave a larger smile. "Yes, thank you."

"Hey, Brittany, how're you doing? We've been worried sick about you!" Artie laid a few dirty flowers he picked from the school yard next to her on the cot.

"Don't worry about the others, Mr. Schuester is speaking to them at this moment about it. They'll feel guilty. They're also missing lunch for it." At that Santana gave a little grin. "Oh, and your parents stopped by and told me to give this to you."

Santana sat Brittany's slightly overweight cat on her lap.

"Charity!" Brittany gasped. "How've you been, my little kitty?"

Artie added, "usually, pets aren't allowed, but Figgins said it would be okay."

Brittany, Artie, and Santana chatted for a while about how she was feeling, and occasionally Charity added in a few sympathetic "meows", detecting Brittany's discomfort.

Meanwhile...

Setting: William McKinley High School choir room, Wednesday, October 26th, 2011, 1:10 P.M.

"…and that's why Brittany sang that song. I overheard her talking to Artie and Santana about it yesterday at lunch, and Santana and Artie said I should tell you guys because of this… issue." Mr. Schuester gazed at the classroom full of students looking confused and mad at themselves at the same time.

"Oh my god!" Rachel said, holding a hand under her mouth to catch crumbs as she ate the cookie her dads made. "I feel like such a mean person now!"

Mercedes looked at Rachel and agreed. "Yeah, if I knew that happened, I never would've said that!"

Kurt looked around the classroom. He then raised his hand. "Mr. Schuester, if I may?"

"Go ahead Kurt." Mr. Schuester smiled.

"We should perform a song to, you know, say sorry. I mean, this is glee club, and we kinda owe it to her…"

The whole glee club beamed, totally agreeing with the idea.

Mercedes smiled. "I could be down with that."

"What will the song be?" Will asked.

Yay! Chapter 6 done! You know my policy, 5 reviews for the next chapter! (Or more if it works out that way XD). I guess you can guess the song if you want, I haven't even decided yet, so giving ideas and input would be great. Thanks, darlings. You guys are the best!