Rachel hurried into the girl's bathroom between math and English, going into the end stall and locking the door behind her. She sat down on the toilet, slipping a compact out of her bag. She heard the giggles of a group of girls passing the door and her head snapped up and she froze. When the main door didn't open she pried the compact open and poured out the remainder of her stash onto the small mirror. She meticulously broke down the powder as fine as she could with the razor she kept in the compact and arranged her line. She found her straw and exhaled deep before holding the straw in her nose and running the edge of the plastic tube along the line and inhaling deep. She quickly ran her finger along the remnants and rubbed along her gums. Her hands shook just a little, the razor blade was poised between her fingers. She pushed the sleeve of her sweater up, revealing scars and welts along her arm, and she slid the shard of metal through her flesh, not really feeling it but feeling everything at the same time. She slipped the blade back into her compact and tucked the compact back into her purse. Yanking the sleeve of her sweater down, she stood and exited the bathroom to see Quinn standing by the sink.
"So, adding Amy Winehouse to your repertoire, Stubbles?" she sneered, looking Rachel up and down. "Or have you just given up all together?"
Rachel looked her in the eyes. "Whatever you think I am, or were, forget it, Juno. I will not accept your childish name calling or judgments anymore." She had fire in her eyes, and she spun, walking out of the bathroom. Quinn watched her walk away, mouth hanging open.
The brunette made her way to English, the high buzzing around in her brain but not quite at its peak. She slid into a seat next to Brittany, Santana on the blonde's other side. "Hi Brittany." She smiled at the blonde.
Brittany smiled back, but Santana leaned across her before Brittany had a chance to respond. "What's up with the Stepford impression, Berry? You're robotic, even for you. It's creeping me out."
Rachel shrugged, and shot Santana a look. "Sorry. Fabray cornered me in the bathroom." She pulled out her notebook, and looked down at the desk.
Santana and Brittany exchanged glances. "Do you want to come over after school, Rachel?" Brittany asked innocently.
"Sure, sounds like fun," she mumbled unenthusiastically. Sure, smoking weed with the two Cheerios was a good time but it didn't do what it used to. Still, she had to maintain the Rachel-Berry-is-a-gold-fucking-star façade and so she accepted Brittany and Santana's offers whenever they came, just as she had done the very first time they had approached her.