Hello! So I decided to update earlier! Also this fanfic will go through glee like season 1 2 3, just different in some ways like all the people joined glee before they usually did like mike and puck. Plus, With Quinn and Nick, who should make the first move? I dont know? Review of what you want. I'll start writing in OC's in.

Disclaimer; I DO NOT own glee or its characters.

Here it is

A few weeks past with the incounter with Puck. The bullying had gotten worse, slushied more often. Karofsky and the jocks often push me into the lockers. I don't care to fight back anymore. What's the point? It'll just get worse. Things won't ever going to change and here I am just listening to Mr. Shue talk about his lesson of Ballads for this week. Of course I knew the most about a ballad. I am the best in here after all.

The worst thing though is Quinn being pregnant. Not that I think she sinned, she didn't, it's who the father is. Finn was the father. Finn...He always tried to steal my soles! He was a jerk to her! He sexually harasses her! And, I desereved the soles I practice hours! Freaking Hours a day! I bet he only sings in the shower which must be once a month. He always strains his high notes. I just want to punch his dopey grin off of him. Just stupid all of it is. Mr. Shue just favors him, I swear he has something against me. Whatever That will not get in the way of me being a star. I'll shine brighter than the rest of them. Well nowadays I guess I don't seem to care about that as much. I just want to be accepted I guess. But i'm just a freak? Right? That's what they call me it must be true.

Recently I have been more depressed than usuall. I try to say it's nothing, but i'm never happy now. I used to not let the bullying get to me. Now it's all it does, get to me. I'm weak, i'm worthless no one cares. Those thoughts invade my mind a lot. Suicide? No never I couldn't. But how else will this end?

Just when I tought Quinn was being nice, she turned bitter on me. I can't blame her who would be friends with me? No one that's who.

The bell rang. It's the end of the day. Thank god.

I walk to my car only to have Karofsky pull me aside holding a tight grip on me.

"Let me go!"

"You really think I'm goning to do that, loser?" He chuckled.

Soon he drags me into an alley, his football friends with him. My eyes widden in terror. Oh no this has to end badly.

"Hey sup dorkus! Ready to get a beating?" Beating...I try to prepare myself.

Before I could say anything they took turns beating, punching, kicking me, they used a metal bat and a pole of some sort, I hissed in pain it felt I was being crushed. It lasted around an hour. As soon as they left I curled up into a ball, there was blood. Most coming from my mouth and where they had taken a pole and bashed it against my head, I also felting something wet like blood underneath my sweatshirt on my stomach. I just laid there and let tears flow down my face. I couldn't move without feeling as though I'll faint or without huge amount of pain . After a while I manage to pull myself up whincing at the pain. Limping and stopping until I got to my car.

It took me a while to get in my car. I put my arms around my stomach, protecting it from anyother thing thag might cause it pain.

Why...why? Why did everyone hate me to the point of hurting me this badly? Why didn't I fight back, why did I just let it happen! because you deserve it. All the hate, you're worthless. A voice rang in my head. I began to believe it, maybe I did deserve it I thought as I walked up into my room, laying on the bed I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to a throbbing pain all over, mainly on my head and ribs though. I stand up hissing at the pain. Then take off my clothes, and replace them with, long black with red on the side athletic shorts, then a white cotton long sleeved shirt. I put on black socks and then my hightops.

I decided to check out my injury. Looking in the mirror in the bathroom I saw a big gashing mark above my eyebrow blood trailing down the side of my head. My mouth having blood in the corners. A black eye too. Great thisnis gonna hurt today. I wash off the blood and put a band-aid above my eyebrow. I lifted up my shirt to see huge bruises along my rib cages on both sides, and a big cut mark on my stomach, I clean it and put cloth and tap it on. Touching my ribs and whinching in pain, it hurt to walk and hurt to breath.

I make it to school on time to have the football team smirking at the damage they had done. I limped but tried my best to hide it.

"Did you fall on your sorry ass Berry?" I heard Karofsky snicker. I just walked it off hoping to avoid him. he instead had different plans than I. He pulled me by my collar and slamed me against the locker groaning at the amount of pain it cause.

"Anwser me!"

"Yeah I-I did I fall"

"Good" he pushed me one more time to scare me and walked away. My ribs hurting more.

The bell rang and I decided to skip school today I couldn't make it through the day. I started walking at one of the schools side enterance, not noticing a certain Blonde following me.

I got in my car only to look next to me and see Brittney. Shocked I jumped a little only hurting more.

"It's okay, and I won't tell anyone you love Quinn"

"Oh uh okay?"

"So what really happened?" I gave her a puzzeled look.

"Your hurt, and I know you didn't fall"

"Football team"

"Oh they are assholes, I know." I didn't know she swore."Want me to tell Santana so she can tell the football players to leave you alone?"

"No thanks. It's okay I'm fine" I reasured her.

"No your not. Why are you so sad?" I swear Brittney is Psychic, how else does she know this stuff.

"I'm not sad" I force a smile.

"Yeah you are, you're not yourself lately. And don't fake smile."

"Look I don't know I feel depressed lately." I looked down.

"It's okay. Wanna go over to my house tonight. It can be a sleep over! The unicorns will love you!" why not?

"Yeah sure" she handed me a peice on paper with her address and phone number.

"Okay, come over around 7:00 pm, kay?"

"Yep" I smiled.

"Bye bye" she waved and walked back into the school

I took a extra pair of clothes and put it into my backpack. I grabbed my phone and headed over to Brittney's house.

I knocked on the door, her mother anwsered.

"Oh hey "

"Hello! Brittney is waiting for you in her bedroom."

"Okay." Bedroom that's a little suggestive.

I knocked on the door of her room.

"Mom I'm fine I don't need anything."

"It's Nick, not your mom"

"Oh Nick yay! Come in!"

I open the door and walk in.

"You can sit on my bed" uh okay...

"So how are you Brittney?"

"I'm really good, although my cat has been active in some gang war lately." What? I shook it away from my thoughts.

"Oh uh okay."

"I have a plan!"

"For what exactly"

"To get you Quinn together!"

"Oh and how is that suppose to work?" I questioned.

"We get her jealous"

"How?"

"You'll fake date me, and we will kiss in the hall and stuff!"

"Aren't you and Santana together?"

"No we just have Sweet lady kisses" Brittney stated.

"Cool?" Is sweet lady kisses secret code for sex? I have zero clues.

"Won't the football team like ruin your reputation if you date me?"

"No Santana will make them back off."

Amd with that me and Brittney talked about her plan and such. Soon it was over and we went to sleep.

I woke up. The bruising had gotten worse and so had the pain, I took some pain killers. I dressed in neon green long athletic shorts and a black cotton long sleeve shirt and wore my shoes. I brushed my hair and put gel on the quiff, then brushed the shorter side hair. I'm thinking I should dye my hair black, hmm? Maybe. Lately the depression thoughts have gotten worse. I think I may have major depression. It has gotten that bad.

I offer to give Brittney a ride. While in the car she said she are now offically fake dating and to call her Britt, babe, baby. Pet names and such. And hold to hands.

I really hope this works. We soon arrive at school I park and we get out. She reaches for mh hand while in the hallway. We hold hands she kisses my cheek and then lips. People were staring. I felt weird.

"You think this is working?" I whispered.

"Yep"

Santana aproaches us.

"What are you doing with that lame ass hobbit Britt?"

"First off his name is Nick, and he is my boyfriend"

Santana brust into laughter"That's funny Britg, really funny"

"Not joking though" Brittney replied.

"Wait what. You can be serious."

"I am look" she went on her tippy toe and we french kiss, that shocked Santana for a bit.

"Whatever, date that loser for all I care." And like that she walked off.

"See it's working" she said.

"Yeah, yeah it is" I smile. I so badly want to date Quinn though.

That day went by fast a lot of people thought Britt was crazy. But after a while they came around. Quinn seemed off, she acted more bitchy towards me. Like she was jealous. I smile at the thought. But then that wiped off my face as the pain from my head and ribs came back. What the hell did I break my ribs!?

I was walking towards my car when Karafsky came around again...no please no. I felt fear rush me. This time it was just him. But he still beat the shit out of me, all with a metal bat. I didn't fight back as the thoughts of being worthless deserved it came back. Again I just sat there unable to move, this beating lasted longer. This time he said If I told anyone I was dead. Anger rushed through my body afterwards. The pain was worse than before, it was tripled. I got home three hours later, falling asleep on the couch. Brittney was my only friend right now. My dads are gone on trips they don't care.

I woke up and started crying from the pain, I took pain killers. I very weakly went into the bathroom and saw my face, dried blood. Out of the corners of my mouth blood went down my chin. Gashes above my eye had blood going down the side of my face. My nose hurt, blood going down both nostrals. Just blood. I lifted up my shirt to find bruised along my ribs, stomach on my chest I took my shirt fully off to see my shoulders red and bruised, hurt. I had a bruise trailing up my neck. I looked terrible and felt terrible. But I deserved it, It was my fault.

I found a razor blade and lifted up my shirt sleeve, along my fore arm and wrist I had started cutting unevenly, not perfect lines, I cut deep on my forearm and litter on my rist. I did this to both arms. They were filled with many cuts now, I counted 30. Not enough I needed relief I needed to know I was alive that i'm really here. I also deserve to have ugly marks to be hurt. Relief. I started cutting on my shoulder, then my stomach. After I had many cuts. I saw blood and felt better When I felt the razor I felt better. I bandaged my cuts.

Soon I went put and bought more razors and long sleeve cotton shirts, jeans, hoodies, and button up shirts anything to hide my cuts.

I packed the razors in my school bag and left some in my bathroom. This made the pain go away I don't care if others say it's wrong. I need it

So Nick really went off the deep end.

This chapter was longer and sorry that there was no Quinn and Nick time There will be next chapter!

I will have Nick interact with other characters soon

Sorry for any errors, review and be free to leave suggestions!

Do you guys like the Brittney and Nick friendship so far?

And the reason why I did Nick instead of Ryan for Rachels genderswap name is because the name doesn't really fit his personality and everyone does Ryan and I wanted something not as close as Rachel.

Please review it means a lot!

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