Forever my quarterback/Finn Hudson

Cinderella's dead

My alarm went off at 5:00 AM like always. I got out of bed and walked over to my cheerleading uniform, I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail.

I was nineteen in a white dress
When you told me I'm your princess
So, I played right in to your fantasy, I put on a more extreme makeup look then I usually did.
Was your good girl, so I'd sit tight
And if I don't speak, then we can't fight
Looked in the mirror, now I can't believe, I painted my nails super quite, a bright red color. I smiled to myself, imma be a bad bitch

I forgot I was a bad bitch, tragic
Breaking all the rules 'cause they were only habits
Cinderella's dead now, casket
You thought the shoe fit, but I
I forgot I was a bad bitch, I slipped on my cheer shoes, and walked out of my room. Jake was putting his shoes on, sitting on the couch.
"Hey, sis," he said. He hasn't said more then two words to me in the last few weeks.

I forgot I was a bad bitch
(Forgot I was a bad bitch, bad bitch, bad bitch)
I forgot I was a bad bitch
(Forgot I was a bad bitch), I walked away from him, he doesn't get to be a dick to me then expect me to suddenly be perfectly fine with him. I grabbed my backpack and went to my a at.

"Hey can you give me a ride?" He asked, standing in front of me.

"No," I shoved passed him and into my car. I heard him say something else but I was already gone. I wiped the tears that were trying to ruin my makeup. I can't let them, I can't let people know I'm not strong. Im Charlotte Caroline Puckerman, not some pansy ass bitch who lets the world end them.

I walked into school that day with my head held high and a smile on my face. Kurt met me at the door with Blaine, Blaine was bouncing. Literally.

"Why is the floor a trampoline, b?" I asked, giggling. Blaine shrugged and just kept bouncing. I jumped up and down with him for a second.

"Holy hell, I'm gay and I still appreciate your boobs," Blaines eyes were round circles. "I know you're not supposed to but I'm glad you got that boob job,"

"Um, thanks?" I looked over at kurt who had his eyebrow raised, looking at his boyfriend judgmentally. I got a boob job last summer, it's not something I go around talking about because I kinda regret it. I mean I did it because Landon wanted me to, not because I wanted to.

"Should I be worried, Blaine?" Kurt asked, he was shaking slightly and we could both see he was falling apart.

"Oh okay, we're sad today? Are thought we were so happy," Kurt had tears in his eyes, sometimes he hides the fact he's not okay by acting overly happy. Blaine hugged him tightly, but as he did we both realized that something tan was running down Kurt's face with his tears.

"Kurt, do you have makeup on?" I wiped my thumb under his eye, I gasped as I saw the purple, black bruises under his eye. "Kurt, how the hell did this?" I took a tissue out of my backpack and wiped his whole face off. "Oh honey,"

"Kurt, baby?" Blaine took his hand, but Kurt ripped away from both of us and ran off. "Kurt!" Blaine looked at me, "What do we do?" Blaine was still holding Kurt's bag.

"I'm not sure, B. These bruises weren't done but just falling but if he doesn't want to tell us then we can't do anything. We'll figure out a way to help him," I hugged Blaine before walking off to my first class, I was trying to figure out what was going on with Kurt but of course I had no idea because Kurt was so closed off. If he didn't want you to know about something you wouldn't.

"Hey fake boobs," Coach Selvester stood in front of me, it took me a second to realize what she had just said. "So, were you ever planning on telling me you got plastic all up in you?" I froze, who the hell told her?

"H-how did you find out?" I clutched my bag to my chest, not realizing but I think I was trying to hide my chest. I knew that this meant I was going to lose my one safe place, she would never let me stay on the team.

"Santana Lopez," I saw red, my own girlfriend told her my biggest secret? "Oh no, I wasn't suppost to say that," She chuckled. "Hand over that uniform, fake tits." She smiled and walked away. "You have till tomorrow at noon!" She yelled. I ran as fast as I could throw those halls. I found my locker and grabbed every bottle of liquor I had in my locker.

I went into the bathroom and drank every little bit of everything. I sat on the wall, pulling at my hair. I could feel myself going into a state of numbness, I will forever thank the vodka for that. I stumbled my way out of the bathroom, literally running into Finn.

"Hey, Finn," I could tell I was slurring my words but whatever. "You hear Santana got my kicked off the fucking team?" I took another sip of my drink, leaning on the wall. "Yep, Santana Lopez really living up to her name huh?" Finn grabbed my shoulder. "Hey, don't get so handsy," I chuckled.

"Santana didn't mean to Charlotte, at least I don't think so," He rubbed the back of his neck, "But come on, let's get you sobered up," He started to pull me out the door but Didn't let him.

"Nah, I'm okay. I think I might go talk to Santana," I started to walk in the direction of where I knew she was. "Bye bye, pretty boy," I winked and walked away.

"Yeah thats not happening," he all but dragged me out the door, he threw the bottle that was in my hand into the trash can. "Do not buy anymore Charlotte, how did you get it anyways?!? You're seventeen!" He scolded me.

"Oh I stole it from my moms stash," I said proudly. We walked down to the track, he made me chug some water and eat a sandwich.

"So, when you planning on confronting your problems?" He asked as we sat in the grass, I was running my fingers over it.

"I don't have any problems," I said as I played with the grass in my fingers, being on the football field is a bittersweet feeling because it's where noah spend most of his time, he spend most of his line here.

"Bullshit," he literally laughed out loud, "Charlotte you've been drunk more days then not. We're all worried about you char. Are you taking your meds?" There is that damn question.

"Y-yeah, of course," I lied, in all honesty I haven't been taking my meds. They make me numb, and I don't like it. They make me feel horrible,

"Fucking hell, why did you stop? When?" Finn snapped, I flinched. "Fuck, hey. I'm not going to hurt you okay? I just want to help," he put his hand on my cheek but I slapped it away.

"I don't need your help! Im fine okay!" I screamed and stormed back to the school.