So I haven't even seen an episode of Glee yet, I got hooked by YouTube videos, and I can't wait for the next one to come out so I can finally start watching it! I don't really know why I didn't watch it before…but anyways, I like the idea of Will/Rachel friendship, almost father/daughter kind of relationship. Actually I like the idea of Will/any glee club member father/child relationship, because he's such a good mentor and friend. But that's something to go on my profile.

Anyways, this story is a little one-shot where Rachel suddenly quits glee, quits everything. She just shows up at school, does her work quietly, and goes home. Nothing more. And this worries everyone, especially Mr. Schuester.

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Rachel Berry woke up that morning with a plan in her mind. She had stopped being a diva a number of weeks ago, and no one had noticed. Or if they had, no one showed it. Rachel knew she wasn't Glee club's favorite person. It seemed like she wasn't anyone's favorite person. Except her dads.

That's why she'd decided not to commit suicide. Her dads loved her, and though she craved more people to love her and to love them back, she couldn't give her dads any heartache.

She got out of bed and dressed in sweats and a plain pink t-shirt. Sure she wasn't a diva, but pink was still her favorite color. Rachel went to McKinley High and arrived early for her first hour. There she sat, carefully writing a very important letter.

When she arrived in Spanish class, she took her seat quietly and took the envelope out of her folder, hiding it under her work so she could slip it onto his desk at the end of the hour. That afternoon was Glee rehearsal, but she wasn't planning on attending. In fact, she wasn't planning on ever attending another Glee club rehearsal.

At the end of the day, Mr. Schuester grabbed the papers he was going to check at home and saw a plain white envelope with his name written on it in neat penmanship.

Dear Mr. Schuester,

This is my letter of resignation from Glee club. Maybe I'm being a little theatrical, writing a resignation letter, but I cannot continue in Glee club anymore. If I may, I vote that either Quinn or Mercedes take my place. Actually, Kurt would be an amazing captain. Speaking frankly, Mr. Schue, I'm done. I'm done with singing, done with dancing, done with all of it. I can't take the bullying, the taunts, the insults, the slushies, everything. Truth be told, I'm tired. Tired of being hated, tired of being treated like I'm nothing. Everyone thinks I'm nothing, so I'm going to become nothing. Just in the background, not in the spotlight, not even on the stage. I will finish out my high school years quietly, and then blow everybody's brains out on Broadway. Well, maybe there's still a small part of clinging to the diva I used to be. I can only hope.

Good luck,

Rachel Barbra Berry

Mr. Schue sat there for a long moment, rereading the letter over and over. He felt angry, not at Rachel but at the people that turned a bright, talented young woman into a depressed, silent creature that he barely recognized in class that day.

He shoved his chair back, getting up and walking quickly to the choir room. He burst through the door, and immediately everyone fell silent. They could all see the fury on his face. "Did any of you notice that Rachel is not here today?" He asked quietly, looking around at all of them in disgust.

As if to confirm his knowledge that they didn't notice, all of them looked around, searching for a girl who wasn't there. "I didn't think so." Mr. Schue said quietly, fighting his fury.

"What's your point?" Santana asked, as bitchy as ever.

"My point is that all of you should be ashamed of yourselves," He said, and let the fury go, stepping close to them and yelling, "You took a beautiful young woman and turned her into a depressed person that even her own dads wouldn't recognize! Maybe you thought your taunts, insults and put-downs weren't hurtful, but everyday they broke her soul and her heart a little more. Those bullies in the hallway that throw slushies on you every day, you thought they were bad? Take a look at yourself. You've turned into those bullies."

"She knew we were just kidding," Brittany dismissed, but looked a little frightened, as if she knew Mr. Schue was right.

"Oh really? Then why did she give me her resignation from Glee today? She's giving up on singing, giving up on dancing. You broke her, all of you, and you should be ashamed of yourselves." He snapped, throwing the letter at Finn. He grabbed it and read it, his face draining of all color. Kurt took it, and tears filled his eyes.

As soon as every Glee member read the note, Mr. Schue took it back, saying, "Glee is canceled today. Glee is canceled forever until all of you, and I mean every single one of you, find a way to apologize and make it up to Rachel."

He turned to the door and opened it, but before he walked through the door, he turned and said in a disgusted voice, "Are you happy now? You all made her feel like she was hated, like she wasn't wanted, until she believed herself. I hope this is what you wanted, because this is what you've got."

With that, he walked out as the fury drained out of him and blame took its place. He made it to his office before collapsing in his chair, tears slipping down his cheeks. With shaking hands he pulled the blinds and slid to the floor, burying his face in his knees.

"How could I have missed this? How could I have been so blind to her suffering? What kind of teacher am I?"

He sobbed quietly for a few long moments, and then wiped his eyes. With a determined face he grabbed his coat and went out to his car, avoiding the choir room. He drove to Rachel's house and was surprised yet grateful to see that both of her dads' cars were gone.

Mr. Schue knocked on the door, and then the door swung open to reveal Rachel with red eyes. Her eyes widened in shock and instead of trying to shut the door, like he expected, her shoulders slumped in defeat and she turned, walking away from the open door. He followed, shutting the door.

"Rachel." He said quietly, and she paused, waiting for him to speak. When he didn't, her buried anger came to life.

"What do you want? Try to convince me to come back to Glee? Well guess what, Mr. Schue, you're too late. Music used to give me comfort, but now, all it does is break my heart." Her voice dwindled down to a whisper, and she wrapped her arms around herself, sliding down to the floor, sobs wracking her frame.

Mr. Schue immediately stepped forward, sliding down and sitting next to her. She pressed her face against his shoulder, tears sliding from her eyes. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, not saying anything. "Don't give up, Rachel. You are loved." He said simply, and she sobbed harder.

"No I'm not. I'm hated, or at the very least disliked. My dads love me. That's it."

"You're wrong. I love you," Mr. Schue said truthfully, adding, "If I had a daughter, Rachel, I would want her to be like you. You are a beautiful, talented young woman, and you are a star in my eyes. I swear to you, from now on, there will be no more bullies putting you down."

"You can't promise me that."

"Want to bet?" He said with raised eyebrows, and she looked up at him in surprise.

"How?" She challenged, and he said with a smile,

"I've got connections."

Rachel rolled her eyes and Mr. Schue reached over, wiping her tears away. "I love you too, you know. You're the only one who I can actually trust in McKinley. You're one of my very few best friends," She admitted quietly, and his heart broke for her. She deserved so much more than what she was getting.

Conversation ceased for the pair, and they sat there for a long time. Her dads came home, and immediately were concerned with Rachel's red eyes. She explained that she quit Glee club, and that Mr. Schue was trying to get her to come back. But Will was done with the lies.

"Mr. and Mr. Berry, Rachel doesn't want me to tell you, but she quit Glee club because there are bullies, both inside the club and outside. They hurt her deeply, and I'm here to try and heal some of that hurt that I caused by not seeing what they were doing to her. So I apologize from the bottom of my heart, and Rachel, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

He nodded, and turned to go. "Mr. Schuester!" One of Rachel's dads called, Jason, and he turned back.

"Mr. Schuester, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Will was going to refuse, but he saw the pleading look in Rachel's eyes. She wanted to talk to him some more, and he smiled, saying, "Thank you, that would be great."

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Thank you so much for reading and please let me know if I'm not portraying a character(s) correctly. I hope you like it so far!