This is my first fanfic, so I hope it isn't too bad. I used to watch the show but got bored with it. So here I am now. Writing fanfiction. It has always been made clear to me that Rachel doesn't have any friends outside (or inside) of McKinley, is a Broadway diva and has loving parents. Well, I don't think so. Enjoy.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own glee. What a shame.

TRIGGER WARNING: This fanfic will deal with suicidal thoughts, abandonment, homophobia and bullying.

– General POV –

„Just open it up, moron!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm working on it. Calm down, smartass!", a whispered voice came back.

The window opened with a loud creak.

"Jesus. Could you be any louder?", she said just as he tried to climb through the window. Suddenly the porch light turned itself on. He stumbled and fell in the living room with a loud thump.

"Turns out I actually can, Satan!"

With an eye-roll Santana maneuvered her body through the window and landed on her feet.

"I told you they had a sensor for their porch light. Now stand up and come on! We have a prank to prepare!"

Santana went and turned the lights on.

"Puck? Where's her room?"

The mohawked boy motioned her to follow him which she did while inspecting the photo-framed walls of the staircase.

"You'd think they had more current photos on the walls than those, don't you?", she mumbled as she followed him up towards the darkness. He murmured something unrecognizable and motioned her to the room of the pranks victim.

"Well then…let's get this over with!"

They slowly opened the white door to her room and creeped through the crack. Just as they were about to open their backpacks they heard a sniff "Ray?"

– Sammy's POV –

Those kids will never learn. I just hope she doesn't hurt herself again. This is gonna keep me up all night. Yay. Another sleepless night in Lima. Great. Goooooo Anxiety. I should probably just wait up for her. I mean…she gave me a key for a reason, right?! And what are keys for? Opening stuff. Right. God bless my high IQ.

As I stumbled through the darkness of my own room, I grabbed my jacket and my keys.

"I'm off to see Rachel!", I shouted as I pulled on my sneakers and ran through the back door. I jumped over the hedge and followed the hidden path to her house we have found when we were nine. I stumbled over a few rocks in the darkness but after a few minutes I finally got to her porch. I put the key in the lock, turned it and went in. On my way to her room I grabbed myself a Snickers bar from the kitchen and ripped it open. As I took my first bite my sight fell on the clock on her nightstand.

11 o'clock. Well…shit. This is gonna take some time. Might as well use it.

So I pushed down my baggy jeans and slipped into one of her basketball shorts. I got myself 'The Bell' by Sylvia Plath from where I have left it and got comfortable in between her sheets.

Let the waiting begin!

/ two hours later – 00.45 /

Turns out the waiting got me some sleep. As I opened my eyes and adjusted them to the darkness, I heard a fumbling to my left. Confused to where I was and of the current situation I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"Ray?"

Silence followed. I lay in bed and the only thing I heard was radical breathing.

"Rach?", I sniffled out. Nobody answered. The breathing got louder, my heartbeat picked up.

Oh god. What if they are here to kill me? Oh god! Ohgodohgodohgod! Oh shit! Calm down, Sammie! Nothing's gonna happen!

The floorboard creaked. I screamed.

– Santana's POV –

Oh shit! Ohshitohshitohshit! Who is that? That's not Berry! I'm standing in the freaking bedroom of a freaking stranger in the middle of the freaking night with Puck of all people. Oh shit. Fuck fuck fuck.

I tried to backpedal out of the room when suddenly the floorboard creaked loudly.

Oh shit.

The blonde in bed sat up straight breathing heavily and started screaming. I looked panicked at Puck, who in turn stared with wide eyes at the hyperventilating stranger.

Fuck.

– General POV –

Suddenly the door was thrown open and the light from the hall was emanating in the room. Rachel, soaked in sweat and dried blood on her cheek, entered the scene glaring at Puck and Santana.

"Out!", she shouted at the two teenagers caught in headlights. Suddenly her expression softened considerably as she approached the still hyperventilating blonde in bed.

"Sammy? Honey? Can you hear me? It's me. I'm here. Can you feel that?", she asked as she took the blondes hand putting it on her chest, allowing the blonde to feel her heartbeat.

"Do you feel that? That's my heartbeat! It's me. Rach. Come on, breathe for me! In and out, in and out! Concentrate on my voice! In and out, in and out!"

The two teenagers dressed in black were still watching the scene play out in front of them as the blonde, who's apparently called Sammy, slowly began breathing normally again.

"That's it! You're fine! You're doing fine!", Rachel whispered as she crawled behind Sammie and wrapped her arms around her.

"You're fine!", she mumbled in her neck stroking her hair "We're all good!"

– Rachel's POV –

After a few minutes of just sitting on my bed and hugging, I heard a broken voice slowly say "I'm fine now. Thanks, Rach!" Just then did I look up and realize for the first time that we're alone. Sam turned around and looked at me.

"It's fine", while taking a tissue from my nightstand and pressing it against my still bleeding cheek.

Well it's certainly not fine.