𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝗼𝐩𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐛𝗼𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"Y/n get ready for school!" I heard Kurt scream and i woke up jumpy. "Okay!" I yelled back using the only force i could.

The weird thing about this morning was that i wasn't laying on my bed. I was sitting by the toilet in the bathroom.

The funny thing about living with the Hudson/Hummels is that you got your own bathroom, your own privacy.

But privacy isn't the best thing if you do dumb shit when you're alone. It makes you want to do things like this more. And the more you do them, the less hard it is to pretend you don't. So it all just goes unnoticed.

I looked over at the toilet and in it was vomit. It smelled terrible in the room and i stood up, my head feeling like it was about to burst.

I flushed the toilet and it sounded so loud that a part of me got scared.

Carol and Burt haven't noticed what i've been doing. I usually tell them i sleep over at Brittany's because i miss her house but it's a lie. I go to the nearest party or even to a bar. Before you ask, i got in with a fake I.D. Got it from some kid at school.

These past weeks, i haven't really been trying with what i wear to school. I usually just wear whatever is comfortable now. Ive been getting crap because of it in school but i couldn't care less. I just haven't had the energy.

AT SCHOOL.

"Oh my god, you're getting a nose job." Quinn said in disbelief.

"I'm considering having a minor procedure to repair my deviated septum." Rachel smiled.

"So, a nose job." Santana mumbled.

"Look, i'm happy with the way that I look, okay? And i've embraced my nose. But let's say I wanted to have a slightly more demure nose. Like Quinn's, for example. I- I would never change my appearance for vanity, but, I mean, the said that it could possibly improve my talent which would help us all for Nationals."

"Possibly? What about the risks? Your voice is amazing as it is, Rachel." Mr Schuester said.

"My head is pounding." I leaned into my chair. "So can we stop talking about surgery? It's making me hungry."

"Hold up. Could we all just get real here for a second?" Santana asked. "I hear that Rachel's got a bit of a schnoz. I mean, I wouldn't know because, like Medusa, I try to avoid eye contact with her. But can we all just stop lying about how there aren't things that we wouldn't change about ourselves? I mean, i'm sure that Sam's been at the doctor's office and rifled through pamphlets on mouth reduction. I'll bet Artie's thought about getting his legs removed since he's not using them anyways. And i'm definitely sure that Tina's looked into getting and eye de-slanting."

"That's extraordinarily racist." Tina turned around."

"I'm just keeping it real."

"Sorry, Santana. I'm a beautiful person. I'm in love with myself, and I would never change a thing." Tina said and Mike looked over at her. "Is that why you're wearing blue contacts today, Tina? Self-hating Asian."

"Not many Asian sex symbols, Mike. I'm just trying to be in fashion and mirror what I see in the magazines."

"My dancing kind of bothers me." Finn shrugged. "It almost killed Rachel, but I like the way I look."

"Oh, please." Santana said quietly. "You have weird, puffy pyramid nipples. They look like they're filled with custard, or you could dust them with powdered sugar and they could pass for some sort of dessert. Look, maybe Rachel's fine with having an enormous beak. Maybe she needs it to crack hard seeds. All i'm saying is that if you look in the mirror and you don't like what you see, you should change it."