AN: Hey guys~ okay so I got out of writing for a long while and I'm trying to regain interest in writing again. I apologize if this chapter seems different then the others :( I shall try and work on the next chapter soon and hopefully it SHALL BE BETTER!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything besides the original character Isabella -Izy- Walker.

*Sunday*

Rachel's POV:

I got up excited for another day of practicing on my song with Izy. Saturday went well and she seemed much more comfortable around me then she usually is though she seemed to tense up again when my dad's came home from work. My mind thought on it again and again in confusion as Izy seemed to react differently around them. More cautious of what she says and does. I came to the decision that I would ask her about it today. ' Maybe she'll be more open to talking about why she doesn't open up? After all I did stay away from asking her too many questions yesterday since we were focused on vocal practice for the song. ' I thought as I got ready for the day. I waited somewhat impatiently for Izy to show up knowing she didn't have work today. I quickly rushed to the door when I heard a knock.

"Hey." Izy greeted as I opened the door.

"Come in." I smiled. "So I was thinking since I've mastered the vocals of the song already that we focus more on the dancing aspect of it." I said as I shut the door behind her.

"Sounds good, lets get started then." She said heading into the mini studio. I followed her a bit surprised to see her out of her usual jacket and beanie. She was wearing a simple long sleeve shirt and some cargo pants.

"You know we DO have all day to practice Izy, but I do respect your want to get straight to business. I wish the other glee clubbers had your will and dedication, but sadly I think they will all be waiting till the last minute to practice their songs and seek no help with it."

"To be fair Rach you only didn't do that because I told you you're song choice was bad. You didn't really ASK for my help. . . I kinda assumed you'd want it." She said blushing a bit. "Sorry. I didn't notice I kinda forced this on ya. We can go with your other song choice if you want to."

"It's perfectly fine. I respect that you told me my song choice was wrong and I do agree with you. You have supplied a good amount of helpful criticism. When we practice you often have a way of telling me I'm wrong kindly and showing me how to do it right. Plus. . . you're helping me because you care about me passing. That's nothing to be sorry for." I smiled. She nodded slowly and plugged her mp3 player into the speakers. ' Did I say something wrong? ' I thought.

"Alright, let's try the dance again. Just remember to keep it loose. You need to relax and feel it then it should be easy for you to get the moves down." She said stretching. I smirked slightly knowing she was only stretching because I would yell at her if she didn't. After we both warmed up we practiced the moves in sections seeing what I was having the most difficulties with. I focused on a particular set of moves I was having troubles with and practiced them again. . . and again. "That was better then the last time." Izy said slowly. I let out an irritated sigh.

"It wasn't better! I'm just getting worse." I pouted angrily.

"Rach it's not that hard you just have to loosen up." She said getting up. "Let me show you." She pushed up her sleeves and started the music then went through the part of the dance. I didn't even see her show me the dance as my eyes were focused on the scars lining her arms. "Rach are you even paying attention? It's not that-. . . ." She trailed off and pushed down her sleeves as she looked over and saw the expression on my face.

"I-I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean to sta-"

"No. I should have realized I wasn't wearing my gloves today. . . Concentrate this time." She said changing the subject and re-starting the music. I walked over and turned off the music.

"Izy. . . Why do you-"

"I don't want to talk about Rach. Just pretend you didn't see it." She sighed. I blinked a moment and shook my head.

"You need to talk to someone about this Izy. . . If you don't trust me then maybe Ms. Pillsbury can help in some way."

"It's not a matter of trust Rachel." She said getting defensive. I looked at her confused. "I just. . . Can't talk about it."

"Izy you CAN talk about it." I said resting my hand on her shoulder, which was a bit awkward since she was taller. "I'm here to listen. I'm sure whatever it is I can help. I can at least help by being there for you. Bottling everything up will only make things worse."

"You don't understand." She said shrugging off my hand. "I can't. That's that. Believe me it would only cause more problems if I did. . ." I could feel the change in her mood, but would not let it go. If she really was this depressed she needed help.

"You can't know that unless you tell someon-"

"I HAVE RACHEL!" She yelled. "It didn't make anything better. In fact all it did was add stress and worry to me. So just drop it. . ." I bit my lip and looked down. I knew I must have crossed some sort of line, but it was necessary. I was deeply confused on what to do and Izy seemed to read that look. She let out a sigh and grabbed her bag.

"Izy don't go. I'm sorry I pushed. I just. . . I'm worried about you." She seemed to flinch at those words.

"Don't. I've taken care of myself for years. I don't need your concern or your pity." She said harshly as she made her way upstairs. I winced as I heard the door slam. I wanted to follow her, but I knew she'd only get angrier if I did. It hurt to think she felt she couldn't tell anyone what was making her upset and it only made me more concerned. I took out my cell and thought a moment. I wanted to ask my dad's what to do, but knew they would get involved if I told them. I bit my lip and texted the only person I could think to text.

-Do you think you could come over? I know it's a Sunday, but something happened with Izy and I'm not sure what to do :( - Rachel

-Sure, I'll head over there now. What happened? I found out a bit from her student file, maybe that will help.- Quinn.

-I'll tell you when you get here. Hopefully. I think any information will help at this point.- Rachel. I sent the text and noticed Izy had left her mp3 player. Oddly enough it was the same type of ipod I had. I grabbed it and made my way up to my room. I plugged her ipod into my computer to try and get a feel for what she listened to. ' After all the type of music one listens to says a lot about their personality. ' I thought to myself. When I did I was surprised to find a lot of artists I didn't recognize, but when I clicked on the songs they were all in Korean. After that was a mix of american artists and bands. Then musicals then soundtracks to video games and ending with classic instrumentals. I found her choice in music both weird, but also expansive. I copied the tracks to my computer and then went to answer the door as I heard the doorbell ring.

"Is everything okay?" Quinn asked with a worried expression. I nodded slowly then shook my head.

"I'm not sure." I said closing the door behind her.

"What happened?" She asked already making her way to my room as we usually did when she came over.

"Well. . ." I said sitting back at my computer desk. "She came over to help me out with our glee assignment and-"

"She came to help YOU with your GLEE assignment?" Quinn interrupted confused. "Since when have you EVER needed help in glee. Much less from a new kid."

"Quinn that is an irritating habit you have of interrupting me. You know I don't appreciate it and you are leading me off topic. . . I promised. . . to keep it a secret. Anyway, when she came over I noticed. . ." I looked down feeling a bit unsure of how to say it. Quinn narrowed her eyes a bit.

"You saw the scars?" She asked tentatively. I looked at her a bit shocked.

"How did you know? How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me this before when I-"

"Calm down Rachel, I didn't know for sure and it's not something I thought I should text you cause I knew you'd say something to her. . . What did you do when you saw them?"

"I-I. . . I asked her why she did it and she avoided the question. . . So I suggested she seek someone to talk to and she got really angry and defensive. Then she stormed out. Might I say I didn't think anyone could storm out quite as well as I do, but she came quite close to it." Quinn nodded and seemed to think on something.

"Her file said that she needs to join at least one club. Now it didn't say why, but. . . I know that it's something that they make suicidal kids do to feel. . . involved. They think it will help them. The counselor must not have wanted to send her here for senior year with a record that said she was suicidal. The only other things I learned from her file is that she's gotten in fights a lot in her last school. She's a straight A student and she got a janitorial position cleaning the school after hours. My guess is her dad doesn't earn much which is why she got a job as soon as she moved here." I nodded thinking on what she said.

"How do you know they make suicidal teens join clubs?" I asked slowly. Quinn looked down.

"You can't tell anyone I told you this. . . But. . . It's the reason Santana joined the cheerio's in the first place. She was forced to pick a club because she was. . . cutting herself. B and I didn't find out till the next year."

"Santana. . . She always seemed so confident and self assured." I said quietly. Quinn nodded.

"Why do you think she became such a bitch? She couldn't deal with the fact that she was gay so when she gained status she switched from depressed to violent. Anyways. . . I think you should let it go. You can't force her to do something she doesn't want to. She can't get help unless she wants it."

"Let it go?" I half yelled. "Quinn she doesn't have anyone. I'm the closest thing she has to a friend here. . . you're telling me to drop it? She could seriously hurt herself! What if she already has?"

"Yeah, but what use will you do pushing her to talk about it? She'll block you out and then not have anyone. . . Just apologize and say you wont ask about it. If we can get her to start hanging out with the glee club maybe she'll feel more comfortable and open up later on. . ." She responded a bit confused on how to handle the situation herself. I pouted and thought on it. ' She's probably right. . . I can't push her away so I'll have to wait till she's ready. '

"So. . . she used to get into fights at her old school?" I asked after a moment. Quinn nodded. "Maybe that's why she had a bruise that one day. . . I hope she'll stay out of trouble." I looked over and Quinn looked slightly worried by that statement. I could understand why. "She needs a more constructive outlet for her anger and depression. I just wish she'd join glee as an actual member. She'd have more fun. . ."

". . .Hey Rachel, have you ever been at her house?"

"No. Izy has always asked to meet here. Why?" I asked confused. She shrugged.

"Just wondering. Might have seen something that would have clued you in to why she's depressed." I shook my head.

"I really don't know much about her. I know she had a best friend that moved and her mom died when she was little. . . I really should have tried to get to know her better."

"You make it sound like she's gone. Don't worry Rachel she'll forgive you. You're her friend. Speaking of mom's though. . . How are you holding up?" I looked down. In all honesty I didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm doing okay. . . I just try and avoid her as much as possible." Quinn sighed. "What?"

"You're angry at Isabella for not opening up to you yet you wont even say how you really feel about your mom being at Lima High. . . I know she took Beth in and you want me to spend time with her so you don't want to talk bad about Shelby, but. . . I also know how much she hurt you." I bit my lip. ' I never noticed how much I dodged talking about her before. . . I just did it instinctively. . . Is that how Izy feels? '

"Really Quinn. I'm fine. Shelby wanted to give us another chance. She asked me if I'd be willing to. . . almost two weeks ago. I said no. End of story. I know now that I do not need a relationship with her. I have my dads. They love me more then anyone could. It was ridiculous of me to assume we could have a mother daughter relationship when she never raised me." I said getting a bit defensive. "I'm focusing on my future anyways." I looked back at my laptop and scrolled through more of Izy's music.

"She forgot her ipod?" Quinn asked not pushing me to talk about my mother. I appreciated the space, but it made me feel worse about Izy. How could I not understand the way she felt when I acted the same way? I nodded.

"Yeah. There's a lot of variety in her taste. She listens to almost everything. Though about a fifth of her music seems to be in Korean." Quinn laughed slightly. "Korean? That's. . . interesting. What's her most played song?" Quinn asked curiously. I checked her top 25 and the first song to play was in korean. I shrugged.

"Some song called a goose's dream." Quinn nodded.

"Just keep what I said in mind Rachel. She'll come around. . . She just needs time. Just think about everyone else in glee. No one was really outspoken when we first joined. Weren't you the one who said being in glee is like being a part of a family? So you had an argument. She'll forgive you by tomorrow. No worries." She said trying to ease my mind. I had grown to respect Quinn's input greatly. After all she's been through over the past few years she has learned a lot.

"Alright." I said still a bit worried. Quinn stayed over for a few hours then went home. The night passed by quickly as I listened to Izy's music and did some homework. I still hadn't practiced since she left, but decided I would let it go and start again tomorrow. I stared at the ceiling unsure of what to do after my homework was done. That's when A goose's dream started playing again. I couldn't describe it, but the song felt special. I walked over to my laptop and searched the translated lyrics to the song. I was pleasantly surprised to find the meaning of the song. It was about pursuing your dreams even though fate seems to be against you. About being able to get past that barrier and achieve your dreams one day no matter how rough things are. I looked at the time and turned off my computer knowing it was best if I get some sleep before tomorrow.