ETHEREAL - glee!

one. zero seven five

yall are either gonna hate me or not for this chapter i'm sorry...

delilah sat in miss pilsbury's office, bored out of her mind on speaking about her panic attacks, or as she called them 'moments'. "you have been making excellent progress in speaking recently, delilah," the guidance counselor said with a smile as the fixed one of her pencils. "but you keep having these outbursts, read this," she said, handing her a blue leaflet saying 'so you're getting anxious'. delilah looked up, unimpressed. "before this happens, what do you feel like?" miss pilsbury asked but delilah didn't answer. "i don't really want to talk about them, miss pilsbury," she sighed. she kept talking but delilah just blocked her out, she didn't need anyones help.

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delilah rested her head on santana's shoulder, tired and exhausted from what everyone thought was juggling cheerio practise, glee club and grades - well it was partially that. it was that and her lack of sleep, whenever she would close her eyes vivid images and screaming of the crash would flood her brain and it would be like she was back there. she barely slept.

on top of that, her panic attacks where getting worse and more regular again, back to how it was like four years ago, right after the accident. she did, however, do a good job at hiding them, balancing out the people who saw her in the state so they didn't know the extent of how often they were actually happening, she didn't want to worry anyone.

"as we head into sectionals, i want to get some feedback," mr schue said, "like what kind of stuff would you guys like to be doing?" he asked as delilah tried to hold back a yawn. "is there anything you guys want to do?" he asked and mercedes put her hand up. "can we do something a little more black?" she said and kurt nodded in agreement. "we do an awful lot of show tunes," he said, he had a point. but, of course, it wasn't rachel or finn's idea so mr schue wouldn't care for what they had to say.

"it's glee club, not krunk club," rachel sighed as mercedes whipped her head back, "don't make me take you to the carpet," she snapped. delilah would pay to see that. rachel was agitating almost everyone, and she was pretty sure what she said was actually quite offensive.

"fantastic," mr schue said, as kurt snapped his fingers to stop the two girls. "thanks kurt, mercedes, noted," he said and delilah let out a sigh as santana started to play with her hair. "stop," she mumbled, it making her extremely tired. "what?" santana snapped as the girl broke away, as much as she loved it, she did not love falling asleep right there and then. santana met her with an offended, annoyed and almost hurt look, causing delilah to stare at the floor with guilt.

"i can pop and lock," mike said, answering mr schue's question but he just looked back, not as impressed. "not what we're looking for mike but noted, yes noted." he replied. mike was an amazing dancer.

"delilah acosta, do you think you could come with me a second," sue said, causing the cheerio to look up, confused. was she off the cheerios? was she going to shout? she didn't like it when people yelled at her.

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delilah sat in coach sylvester's office, quinn sat beside her as looked up, nervously playing with her nails. "delilah, i'm so sorry hunny," the coach said. she was off the cheerios, she knew it. "your locker, it-" coach sue sighed, referring to her vandalised locker. the cheerios where still confused as coach sue didn't exactly know how to put it. "let me show yo-" she started before they heard screaming, breaking them out of the conversation and into the hall.

"who the fuck did this!" santana screamed, "lo juro por Dios, las matarte!" she screamed, grabbing madisyn claire, a sophomore who was giggling at the side and pinned her against the locker. "you did this didn't you!" she screamed, swiftly slapping the girl hard across the face. delilah's eyes trailed over to her locker and her heart dropped to the bottom of her chest. it was if her whole world came crashing down as her legs began to give in. brittany came over and tried to comfort the poor girl as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"voy a matar!"santana yelled, as she continued to fight the girl who outed delilah to the whole school. everyone knew that delilah rae acosta wasn't straight. "honey, i am so sorry,"coach sue said as the girl collapsed. the four blondes walked back into the coach's office, not knowing what to do. "san, i-" she stuttered out, wanting nothing more than to be in her 'bestfriends' arms.

"bájate de mí!" they heard from the corridors, as the latina came through the door and immediately over to delilah. "it's okay hun, i'm here," she said as delilah melted into her embrace.

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"i haven't even accepted it myself, now the whole school knows," she sighed as her and santana were watching a movie on her bed. "my parents don't even know, i don't even know," she cries, breaking again for the millionth time of the day.

"babe, it's okay, no one has to know," santana told her, playing with her hair in attempts to calm the girl down, this however did not work.

"are you stupid!" she yelled as santana looked back at her in shock. "people already know san, the whole school fucking knows!" she screams. "i'm gonna get bullied and slushied and i'm going to turn into a joke all because i like girls!" she yelled, running out of the house, ignoring everyone's screams. she needed to be alone.