Okay, so I know I should be updating my other story, and I will, but I wanted to try something different.

Pezberry!

Warning:
Depression, self harm, and anorexia.

Disclaimer:
I don't own Glee.

Santana's POV

I sat in my usual spot next to Brittany during Glee. I looked up and glanced around the room, noticing something was off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it, until Rachel walked through the doors fifteen minutes late, closely followed by Mr. Schuester.

"Okay guys," Mr. Schue said excitedly, clapping his hands together. "Today we're going to work on choreography. We're going to be picking partners randomly… okay, so Kurt with Quinn." Kurt stood up, and sat next to a disappointed looking Quinn.

"Tina, with Sam…" Tina and Sam moved together, and sat down.

"Finn, and Mercedes." The pair sat together, as more and more names were put together. In the end, all that was left was me and Rachel.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I yelled at the teacher, "Me and the midget? That is not happening."

"Sorry Santana, but it's just for a day." Rachel didn't seem to notice what was going on, and just stood up, and walked over to me when the music started.

"Try anything RuPaul, and I will cut you, got it?" Again, the brunette didn't seem to notice, and just began dancing. Halfway through the number, Rachel began stumbling with her footwork, and became quickly out of breath. I looked up at her, and saw how unusually pale her tan face had become. "Manhands, what's going on?" I asked, becoming slightly concerned.

"Nothing," Rachel mumbled in a hoarse voice. I eyed her suspiciously, and kept a close eye on her for the rest of the song. She began stumbling more and more, and by the time the song was over, she was panting for breath. Mr. Schue let us take a break before the next song, and rushed out of the room to get the sheet music he left in the teachers lounge.

Quinn walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. "What did you say to treasure trail?" She asked in a whisper. "She looks… broken, now."

"I didn't say anything," I whispered back "But she kept messing up during the song, I think she's sick or something." Quinn turned around and walked back to Kurt as Mr. Schue entered the room again, holding a stack of papers.

"Okay guys, let's start the next song, everyone, get in your positions."

Rachel quickly stood up, and started walking towards the door, mumbling something under her breath about forgetting something in her locker. As soon as the brunette exited the room, I followed her out, saying something similar.

Once I was out in the hallways, I saw Rachel's body start to shake, as she began swaying back and forth. She quickly leaned against the lockers, before taking a deep breath, and beginning to walk again. The diva took two steps before falling to the floor. I ran to her side, and picked her up, noticing how clearly I could feel her ribs through her clothes, and how light she was. I walked outside of the door to Glee, and gently lay Rachel down on the ground. I looked through the window, and got Quinn's attention, frantically motioning for her to come help me. She stood up, said something to Mr. Schue, and opened the door, closing it behind me.

"Okay Santana," the blond said, irritably, "What's so important that you made me… what the…" Quinn was cut off halfway through her rant when she saw Rachel passed out on the floor. She looked up at me with concern in her eyes. "Bathroom, now," She turned and abruptly started walking toward the bathroom. I quickly picked up the brunette and followed her.

Once we were in the bathroom, I sat Rachel upright against the wall. I looked up at the diva's sleeping face. She had dark bags under her eyes, and her cheekbones stuck out farther than I remembered. Her clothes didn't sit right on her body either. What fit her a month ago was too big for her now. Quinn kneeled down next to me, also noticing these changes. She gently grabbed the bottom of Rachel's shirt, and lifted it up, revealing her clearly ribs visibly sticking out, and cuts covering her stomach. My eyes widened, and I heard Quinn gasp behind me. Quinn dropped her shirt back into place, and rolled up her sleeve, revealing more cuts on her forearm I stood up to go get some paper towels, before returning to her side and wiping the sweat off her forehead. Rachel moaned and slowly opened her eyes. She looked at us in confusion until she realized what had happened. She stood up quickly, making her grab her head in pain and dropping down to her knees. Quinn kneeled down and repositioned the shaking brunette so she was sitting against the wall again.

"How'd I… how'd I get here?" Rachel asked in a quivering voice.

"You fainted in the hallway, Berry." I said, kneeling besides her. "I carried you to the bathroom, figuring you wouldn't want people to see you passed out on the ground."

"Rachel?" Quinn spoke up, "When was the last time you ate? Or slept?"

"I-I ate during l-lunch," Rachel stuttered.

"Really?" Quinn asked "Because, I didn't see you in the lunch room."

"I ate in the choir room… so I could p-practice…" The diva mumbled.

"Then, would you mind telling me what you ate?" Quinn replied, not convinced.

"I… I…" Rachel whispered, looking scared.

"That's what I thought." Quinn said, standing up, "Don't move, I'll be right back." And with that, Quinn left the bathroom.

I turned to look at the cowering brunette, who was beginning to curl up into a ball. "How long?" I asked.

"What?" Rachel asked, refusing to meet my gaze.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked again.

"I don't know what you're talking about," The brunette mumbled, looking down at her lap.

"Oh for God's sake Berry, how long have you been starving yourself?" I half-yelled at the shocked looking diva.

"I-I'm not…" Rachel muttered, her lip beginning to quiver.

"You're not, huh?" I asked, trying to calm myself down, "Then how come your ribs are sticking out so far, huh? Oh, and what about when I carried you in here? It felt like if I wasn't careful, you'd break in my arms! You can't tell me you're okay when you're so… not!" Before Rachel could say anything, Quinn came through the door with a paper bag in her hands.

"I didn't have time to finish my lunch today, because coach made us stay late after practice. Now, eat." Quinn said, handing Rachel half a sandwich, a bag of chips, and a soda.

"I'm not hungry," Rachel whispered under her breath, staring at the food in her hands.

"I don't care if you're hungry or not," I said, "If you don't start eating in the next ten seconds, I will make you eat." The diva shot me a weak glare, before reluctantly taking a small bite of the sandwich.

When the sandwich and half the soda was gone, she pushed the rest of the food away, and began to stand up.

"No way," I said, grabbing her hand, and leading her back into a sitting position. "You're going to finish the rest of that lunch."

"But…" Rachel began.

"No buts Rachel, you're going to eat." Quinn said pushing the food back towards her. Rachel hesitantly grabbed the bag of chips and opened it, eating slowly, and taking small sips of the soda. Once the food was gone, the brunette stood up, but began to stumble. Quinn grabbed Rachel's arm, and put it around her shoulder, leading her out to my car.

"What about my car?" Rachel mumbled when we sat her in the passenger seat.

"We'll come back for that later Berry," I replied, getting behind the wheel. "There is no way you can drive right now." Rachel grunted in disapproval, but sat back, relaxing into my seat.

"Are your dads home Rachel?" Quinn asked from the back seat.

"No," Rachel replied sleepily "My dad works from seven to ten, and my daddy's in Hawaii."

"Do they know about… what you're doing?" The blonde asked.

"What?" Rachel asked, her eyes shooting open, "No! I mean… there's nothing for them to know about…" The brunette said, in a scared voice. "They wouldn't care anyways…"

I felt bad for Rachel, and when I looked at Quinn I saw that she was concerned for the brunette too. I turned on my car, and headed towards Rachel's house, remembering the address from countless toilet paper and egging pranks. The car ride was silent, and halfway there, I heard deep, even breathing coming from the seat next to me, telling me that Rachel had fallen asleep.

Once we arrived at her house, I got out of the driver's seat, while Quinn carried the sleeping brunette up to the door. I easily found the hidden key under her mat and opened the door. Quinn laid Rachel down on the couch, since we didn't know which room was hers and we didn't want Rachel to think we were snooping. I didn't want to wake the diva up, the dark bags under her eyes made it look like she hadn't slept in days. I sat in a chair next to the couch and Quinn sat on the couch next to Rachel. Now we just had to wait for her to wake up.

After two hours had passed, and Rachel still hadn't woken up, we decided to find her room so she could sleep in her bed. It really wasn't that hard, there was only one door on the second floor that had a huge gold star on it. When I entered her room, it was surprisingly normal, except for the elliptical in the corner of course. Her walls were yellow and covered in Broadway posters, she had her own private bathroom, and she had a queen sized bed up against her wall. We gently laid her down on her bed and sat down next to her.

Quinn looked up at me with a guilty look on her face. "I would've never of been so mean to her if I knew she was going to take it this far." The blonde said, looking down at her hands.

"Yeah," I replied, looking down at the brunette, "But I have a feeling that it took a lot more than just us to make her do this. Whenever we made fun of her at school, the names and the slushies didn't seem to bug her that much."

"You're right," Quinn said, "But all the making fun of her sure wasn't doing anything to make her feel better either."

"We need to wait for her to wake up," I said. "I mean I know me and Berry aren't… friends… okay we hate each other. But this is not okay, for anyone. She doesn't deserve this."

Quinn nodded her head, and looked at Rachel, as we waited for her to wake up.

Okay, I know I'm writing another story too, but I just wanted to try this. Haha so read and review.

QUESTION:
1. Should this be like a two or three shot or an actual story?