Rachel POV

Kurt arrives ten minutes after I sent him the text. He lets himself in, as soon as the door opens I envelope him in a hug. He hugs me back, cautiously at first.

"Okay, Diva, what is so important that I had to rush over here?" He asks as I drag him to my bedroom. Dad and Daddy don't allow boys in my room, but Kurt is an exception. I pull him to my night stand where my phone is currently residing. I bring it to life and show him the recent calls list. "Okay? So there is a number that called you twice that is not programmed into your phone."

"Do you know who this number belongs to, Kurt?"

"Umm, the way you are acting, Barbra Streisand?" I let out a deep, guttural laugh.

"Oh I would probably be worse if that was true. It belongs to one, Shelby Corcoran." His mouth falls open.

"She called you?!" He all but screams. I nod as he snatches my phone and hits redial before I can stop him.

"Kurt, NO! Don't call her back." Too late, I hear her pick up on the other side.

"Is this Shelby Corcoran?" Kurt asks the person on the other line. Silence on our end. "Oh this is Kurt Hummel, Rachel Berry's friend. She said that you called her and I didn't believe her. Yes, I was the one at the concert with her. Okay, well I am going to let you go. Thanks for calling her. Oh I will. Good Night, Ms. Corcoran. Okay, Shelby." He hangs up and pulls me into a bone crushing hug, lifts me off the ground, and spins me around a few times. "Rach, we can't tell anyone about this." He says while changing her number in my phone to THERAPIST.

"Oh, trust me, I wasn't going to…just you." I say. Why would I tell people that the Broadway legend, Shelby Corcoran, has decided to take me under her wing? I wouldn't, because then people would try to become my friends, and I don't want friends just because of who I know.

"So, what did you talk to her about?"

"Nothing, really. She just said that she couldn't find a therapist that would talk to me without my fathers' consent so instead she has decided to take me under her wing and help me herself. She said she wants to be pen pals. She sent me her email address so that we can stay in touch. You know I am a clingy person, Kurt; I don't want to be over zealous about this. I don't want to run her off, so I am not going to email, text, or call her unless it is an emergency."

"That's a good idea, Rachel. So, Dad said I could stay the night if I need to, and my overnight bag is in the car – what do you say we order in and have a movie night?"

"Sounds great! Dad and Daddy are gone for a few more days, so it will be just us."

"Okay you order the food; I will pay and get the movie room set up." I nod and head into the kitchen to call our favorite delivery place. I order their veggie burger and side salad for me and a burger with fries for Kurt. Within thirty minutes we have our food and have settled on watching Serendipity.

I wake up a few hours later and tell Kurt to go to bed in the guest room. I make my way to my room, put on my pajamas, set my alarm for school in the morning and pass out.

Six in the morning comes way too soon. I crawl out of bed and put on my workout clothes. I quietly go into the guest room, expecting to wake Kurt up to see if he wants to run with me, but he is already up and dressed.

"I was coming to see if you wanted to run this morning instead of doing the elliptical." He says as I walk into the room.

"Sure, I was about to ask you the same thing." We head outside; the cool winter air hits our faces. It is a perfect fall morning. We start off at a safe jogging speed before we speed up. About thirty minutes into our run, a car pulls up next to us; they roll down their window and yell for us to stop. We slow down to look at the person in the passenger seat, it is Brittany Pierce. We head over to the car to see what she wants.

"RuPaul. Lady Hummel. We just wanted to let you know that today is going to be hell for you. I hope you bring extra clothes to school today. You're going to need them." Santana says. Brittany gives us a sad smile before tossing her slushy at the both of us and then speeding off. Once I wipe what I can off of my face, I grab Kurt's shoulder and we head back to the house in a full sprint. The coldness of the slushy mixed with the cool morning air, makes us even colder. Once we get back to the house, I head straight upstairs to the shower in my room as Kurt heads to my dad's shower.

After our showers, we ride over to Kurt's house to get him a few extra outfits. We arrive at school, just as the first bell rings. We part ways so that we can stash our extra clothes in our lockers. He meets me at my locker just before our first class. Thankfully, none of the Cheerios or football players are in our class. In the middle of the lecture, Kurt passes me a note.

So, when do you think they will attack?

I look over at him and shrug. "Rachel Berry and Kurt Hummel to the auditorium please." We hear come over the intercom. We grab our things, get a hall pass, and head to the auditorium. Just as we open the door to the auditorium, a huge five gallon bucket of slushy pours all over us.

"I am guessing the answer to your question is, now." I say, wiping the cold slush off of my face. I grab his hand and we all but run to our lockers. I grab my change of clothes as he grabs his and we go to the nearest bathroom. Thirty minutes later, we are cleaned up and ready to go to our second class of the day. As soon as the bathroom door opens, we are greeted by Santana Lopez.

"Did you enjoy your slushy bath, Mr. and Mrs. Man Hands?" She asks in a snarky voice.

"Why, yes we did. Thank you so much, Satan." Kurt replies, side stepping the brunette, pulling me with him. Santana moves in front of us, stopping us from going any further.

"Good, because it is only beginning for you two freaks." She turns and walks away from us, laughing viciously.

We make it to lunch, slushy free. On our way to our final class before Glee, we are met by the Unholy Trinity. Brittany and Quinn have their hands behind their backs; all I can guess is they have slushies behind them. Santana, on the other hand, is holding a bag. We brace ourselves for the worst. Just as soon as we take a deep breath, a cherry slushy is thrown at Kurt, followed by a grape one at me. Then to top it all off, Satan opens her bag to reveal raw eggs. She takes one and smashes it on my forehead. I feel the contents of the egg dripping down my face and into my mouth. I immediately begin gagging. I make a mad dash to the nearest bathroom, to empty the contents of my stomach.

"I bet she wishes she had a mom now. Her neglectful daddies aren't here to help her." I hear Quinn say out loud to her friends as I am running. Kurt makes it to the bathroom just as I am coming out of the stall.

"Diva, let's go home. Forget Glee, forget school. Let's get you home." He wraps his arm around me as I nod into his shoulder.

Once I get home, I head upstairs to take a long hot shower. Kurt is downstairs, watching some television show about addictions. I use this time to get myself together. I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me and sit down in front of my computer. I log into my email, open a new message, and begin writing.

Shelby,

I am not even sure why I am writing you. I probably won't even send this email, but I am going to use this as a way to vent. Maybe the thought of sending it to you, will keep me from cutting. Today was horrible. Kurt and I woke up and went for our morning run. On our way home, one of our classmates, Brittany, called us over to her car. Her friend Santana was driving. She warned us that they were going to make our lives hell today, and then proceeded to throw a slushy in our faces. Well, we are never ones to run from our problems, so we went to school anyway, just made sure we had plenty of clothes, in case they tried something else. Sure enough, in our first class we were called to the auditorium. As we opened the door slushy fell from above us, completely soaking us. We changed and headed back to class. We should have just gone home then. The rest of the day was smooth sailing, until our second to last class. The Unholy Trinity (Brittany, Santana, and their friend Quinn) attacked us again, expect this time Santana had a raw egg that she smashed on my face. Can you believe that? She knows I am a vegan. That poor baby chicken. Kurt and I decided to head home after that and miss our last two classes. The worst part of the whole day was when I overheard Quinn say something about my mom. Something about me wishing I had a mom around because my dads are neglectful. That's not true, Shelby. They don't neglect me. They are very busy, but they make sure I am taken care of, and they love me with all of their hearts. However, I do wish I knew something about my mom. Hell, I wish I had a picture of her, just so I know what she looks like. Do you think she loves me? Do you think she misses me and wishes she never gave me up? I want to ask my dads about her but I am scared they will think I don't love them. Should I just ask them? Do you have a mom, Shelby? Is she in your life? What does a mother's hug feel like? Does she hold you when you have had a bad day? Ugh. I'm sorry, these are personal questions. You don't have to answer them. Hell, what am I talking about? I am not even going to send this. Anyway, I guess that's it for now. Thanks for listening.

Love,

Rachel Barbra

I leave the email open on my computer and head back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I hear Kurt in my room, crying. I go out to check on him.

"What's wrong, Kurt? Are you okay?"

"Oh, Rachel. I love you, you know that right?" I look at him strangely, but nod nonetheless. "Please don't hate me."

"What did you do, Kurt?"

"I sent the email you had written to Shelby. I know you didn't want me too, but I felt that it was something that she needed to read."

"You WHAT!?" I run over to my computer. Dammit, he did. What is she going to think of me now? She isn't going to want to help a loser.