The glee club stood in the auditorium as Mr.Shue called them there to rehearse. He sat on top of the piano and Nellie stood next to Matteo and he had his arm wrapped around her.

"All right, guys. Nationals are just a few weeks away, and it's time to bear down. Now your singing at regionals was amazing, but your dancing....it's booty camp time."

"Booty!" Artie exclaimed and Nellie remembered the last time they had booty camp. It was with the football players, and she vividly remembered wanting to punch every single one of them.

"All right. Five, six, seven, eight." Nellie was doing the moves when she saw Finn hit Rachel in the nose.

"Jesus Finn!" Nellie exclaimed.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" Finn asked crouching down beside her.

"I'm bleeding." Rachel gasped.

"Let's get you to a doctor." Mr.Shue and Rachel make their way to the doctor and Matteo sighs.

"How is it it's not even been five minutes and something already went down?"

"Finn! I was giving you dance lessons the least you could've done was space out!" Nellie hissed.

"Look I'm sorry alright? Dancing's just not my thing." He hissed back.

"Clearly. But that's ok Hudson River. It's what makes you different from everyone." Nellie patted his back before walking off with Matteo.

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The next day the glee club sat in the choir room as Rachel was telling them about her getting a procedure done for her nose.

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

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

"So you're getting a nose job?" Nellie asked.

"Look, I'm......I'm happy with the way I look, okay? And I've embraced my nose, ok? But let's say I wanted to have a slightly more demure nose. Like, Quinn's for example. I-so would never change my appearance for vanity, but I mean the doctor 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 is, Rachel."

"Hold up. Could we all just get here for a second? 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 we wouldn't change about ourselves? I mean I'm sure Sam's been at the doctors office and rifled through pamphlets on mouth reduction. I'll bet Arties thought about getting his legs removed since he's not really using them anyways. And Nellies probably diving through the deep dark web trying to figure out a way to get rid of her narcolepsy. I also bet she has to go to the doctors every few weeks to pick up her meds. And I'm definitely sure that Tina's looked into an eye deslanting." Nellie looked down and Matteo grabbed her hand.

"That's extraordinarily racist." Tina spoke up.

"I'm keepin' it real."

"Sorry Santana, I'm a beautiful person. I'm in love with myself,. And I would never change a thing."

"Is that why you're wearing blue contacts today Tina? Self hating Asian." Mike mumbled the last part under his breath.

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

"My dancing kinda bothers me. Uh, it almost killed Rachel, but I like the way I look." Finn said and Nellie smiled even though she was still looking down.

"Oh please, you have weird, puffy, pyramid nipples. They look like they're filled with custard or you could dust them with powered sugar and they could pass for some sort of desert. 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." Santana ranted.

"Woah! Guys! Im really shocked at what I'm hearing here. It goes against everything this club stands for. Im telling you, the thing you would most like to change about yourself is the most interesting part of you."

"Well, maybe but at this school, the thing that makes you different is the thing people use to crush your spirit." Jay squeezed Mercedes hand and shot her a small smile.

The bell rang and Nellie stood up walking out of the choir room.

"Hey, you ok? You looked really down with what Santana was saying back there." Matteo grabbed her arm turning her around.

"I'm fine." She mumbled.

"Well you don't look or sound fine. Listen, Mr.Shue's right. Having narcolepsy makes you unique. It's a part of you." Nellie just nodded.

"If you ever need to talk to me just know I'm here. Ok?" Matteo kissed the top of her forehead and then her cheek before walking off.

Why her?

Why was she the one stuck with an illness she couldn't get rid of?

Why was she the one who had to take all those meds and skip class?

It wasn't fair.

Nellie just wanted to go back to the way things were when she wasn't tired half the day. When she was this big ball of energy that you couldn't calm down no matter how hard you tried. Now, it was rare you would ever see the girl as a big ball of energy.

Later that afternoon Santana, Mercedes, and Tina were at the Lima bean with Blaine and Kurt.

"You haven't asked us anything about our trip to New York."

"Is it because it's too painful?" Nellie glared at Tina.

"Yes, as a matter a fact, but while the New Directions are preparing to preform at nationals, the warblers are preparing to preform at a nursing home in a strip mall next to a national bank. But I'm so proud of you guys."

"We miss you so much." Nellie commented.

"Isn't there any way you could come back to McKinley?" Mercedes added.

"I told him I'd be all for it if it wasn't for Karofsky."

"Wait what did you just say?" Santana asked snapping back into the conversation.

"Kurt needs to be safe." Blaine continued to rant about keeping Kurt safe and Nellie was listening to every word.

"Just say the word and I'll kick his ass Kurt. That way you can come back to McKinley." Nellie said.

"Thanks Nel, but I wouldn't want you to get
transferred too. Just stay out of it."

"I've got to gay—go." Nellie furrowed her brows as Santana stood up and walked out.

What the hell was going on today?

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Nellie sat next to Matteo in the choir room as Ms.Pillsbury was just standing in the middle of the room.

"Um, why is Ms.Pillsbury here?" Finn asked.

"She's helping us out with this week's assignment. Now, this is the only club at school that is represented by just about every race, religion, sexual orientation and clique, but many of you are still having a hard time with acceptance."

"That's crazy, Mr.Shue. We love each other." Mercedes said.

"No, I won't deny that you accept each other, but you don't accept yourselves. This weeks assignment has two parts. I want all of you to sing songs about accepting yourself for who you are—the best and the worst parts."

"What's the second part?" Rachel asked.

"Well, we're going to do a group number by the queen of self-love, Gaga." Nellie cheered at that. She was totally in love with Lady Gaga.

"We're going to preform her anthem to acceptance—-"Born This Way.""

"Yes!" Rachel cheered.

"Wait, wait. I still don't know why Ms.Pillsbury is here."

"I'm here to help you with your costumes for the big number. Each of you will be issued a beautifully fitted white T-shirt. We will then use this letter press....to write a word or a phrase that best describes the thing about you that you're the most ashamed of, or you'd like to change but you can't because you were born that way, which is super terrific." Ms.Pillsbury explained.

"I want you to love those parts of you, you know, embrace them, wear them on your chest with pride."

"Can you give an example?" Matteo asked.

"Yeah. It's the big moment." Ms.Pillsbury opened up her jacket to reveal her shirt which had the word GINGER in big letters.

"You have got to be kidding me." Matteo mumbled.

"Wow, Emma, I thought the whole purpose of you doing this was to write...."

"Being a ginger has plagued me my entire life. People say that I smell like copper, I can get a sunburn indoors at night, and according to recent legend, I have no soul. But I'm here to say that this very curse is what makes me unique. Children, I claim my ginger hood before you today. I was born this way. Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!"

"I'll say it again. You have got to be kidding me." Matteo repeated.

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The next few days contained everyone performing their songs for the week. Quinn and Rachel preformed theirs the other day and now Finn was going to preform his with the help of Mike.

[I Gotta Be Me-Finn Hudson (Danced by Mike Chang and Finn Hudson]

"All right, Finn. Perfect! See guys, someone's who not afraid to point out something they're really bad at." Mr.Shue said once the song was over.

"But I'm getting better, right?" Everyone went silent at that and Nellie rubbed the back of her neck.

"Mr.Schuester? Maybe I have the floor please?" Rachel asked.

"You got it, Rachel." Rachel stood up and walked to the middle of the floor.

"So, as all of you know, I've had a few consultations with a doctor who specializes in rhinoplasty."

"Yes, we know. That's all any of us have been talking about. And we think it's a terrible idea." Tina said.

"Okay. Blue eyes, you're such a hypocrite."

"I admit yes, I don't like my eyes sometimes—the shapes, the color. But your self hatred Rachel, has helped me see the light."

"I love myself." Rachel replies.

"Not enough clearly. When you get a nose job, when you change your eyes, when you bleach your freckles, you're just announcing to the world, "I don't like myself very much." The drams of this week have made me realize, if I don't have many Asian sex symbols to look up to, I have an obligation to maybe become one myself. My new mantra is "Be the change you want to see in the world.""

"I love you so much right now." Mike mumbled as they soon started to make out.

"Okay, uh besides Tina's abrupt personal transformation, the compositions came back from the doctor, showing what my nose would look like slightly altered, and I hand to say, I'm really happy with the results. They're less Hebraic, and more Fabrayic." Nellie leaned in to look at the picture that looked nothing like Rachel.

"That doesn't really look like you." Mr.Shue comments.

"Every year, girls show up to my temple after their 16th birthday, looking suddenly slightly different. And you know what? Even though it's easier to make out with them without getting constantly stabbed in the eye, they're not as hot."

"Well this isn't about being hot, it's about conquering your destiny, and finding something in yourself that you want to change and change it. Plus, they said it could improve my voice so....Look, if you guys aren't willing to support my decision, then I'm pretty accustomed to making it on my own."

"Look at it from my perspective. My nose has been broken more times then you can count. I even have a scar," Matteo pointed to the white scar that went over his nose. "You think I didn't wanna get a nose job? I love myself. And you should too." Matteo glanced at Nellie for the last part making her eyes water slightly.

"Rachel please don't do this. You're beautiful." Nellies eyes widened and she looked at Rachel who had the same expression.

"This isn't a discussion. I have made up my mind. Rachel Berry is getting a nose job."

"Nel, you haven't been to the nurse in over a week. Is everything alright?"

"I made a realization. If I can't get rid of the one thing I hate, why even bother? I'm done taking my meds. There's no point. It doesn't cure my disease."

"Yeah but it makes it better. And you can't just drop your meds. I won't let you." Matteo said and Nellie scoffed.

"You don't control me. I'm not a baby, Matteo. I can make my own decisions."

"Look, no one's trying to control you. All I'm trying to say is not taking your meds can really mess you up. Like it's doing now. Your words are coming out slurred."

"So?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Did you hear nothing Tina was saying in glee club? To what I was saying in glee club?" Nellie slammed her locker shut and spun around to face Matteo.

"I don't need this. Just leave me alone!" She shouted making Matteo flinch back. His eyes went to the ground and guilt consumed Nellie.

"Matteo I-"

"You're right. You don't need this. See you tomorrow." Matteo walked past her without another word.

That night Nellie was getting ready for bed when Puck burst inside her room.

"Matteo told me what happened. How could you not be taking your meds? Are you crazy?"

"Well that would be the first time you care about my well-being in what, three weeks?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've been so busy with Lauren you don't even pay attention to me anymore! It's like I'm this stranger living in this stupid house with you!"

"Nel, why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't think I needed too. What I needed was for you to realize I'm not ok instead of having sex with Lauren!"

"I did not—-That still doesn't mean you can go off your meds. You need them."

"Like I needed you." That caused Puck to go silent and Nellie shook her head.

"Just leave me alone."

"Nel I-"

"Leave me alone." Nellie repeated, this time with more force. Puck just left the room, not wanting to argue with his sister anymore. He felt horrible. He really should have been paying more attention to Nellie instead he was too busy with Lauren.

Meanwhile with Nellie she laid crying into her pillow due to the fact she got into an argument with the two people she loved most, all in the corse of one goddamn day.

She needed to fix this.

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"Oh hell no." Nellie stated plainly as she saw Karofsky standing in the choir room.

"We don't care what he has to say." Finn said and Matteo nodded.

"Shh. Now I know David has had some issues in the past, but I have great respect for what he's doing right now and I ask you to hear him out. Thank you."

"How about we punch his face?" Sam asked and Mercedes seemed to have agreed with him.

"Okay that's enough guys. Listen up." Nellie rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

"First, I just want to say how sorry I am for what I did to Kurt and for what I've done to a lot of you. I think I've slushied every one of you. I treated Kurt the worse, and I'm really ashamed of who I am and what I did."

"Why should we believe you?" Puck asked.

"Yeah, how do we know you won't just slushee us the next day?" Nellie added.

"You don't have to. I know I'll need to earn your trust. All I can say is that Santana has really helped me to see the light. She showed me all these stories online about kids jumping off of bridges and hanging themselves because they were being bullied so bad. I couldn't believe someone could make another person feel that awful, but she helped me accept that I was one of those bad people, and I don't want to be anymore."

"Wait. Santana?" Quinn asked in disbelief.

"This glee club is not complete. Not without Kurt. So I've taken it upon myself to rehabilitate Dave to see if maybe Kurt would consider coming back and help us win nationals. I did this for us, and then something funny happened. Something.......called love."

"Wait what?" Nellie asked.

"I want Kurt to feel safe to come back, which is why Santana and I started a new club—-The Bully whips."

"The name was my idea. We're going to be like guardian angels."

"I have deputized David and Santana and the rest of the club to roam the halls, identifying bullying and stopping it in its tracks."

"I'm planning on reaching out to Kurt personally, through Principal Figgins, to try and make amends. This is a chance to really change this place. I hope you can support us."

"Oh my god." Nellie mumbled holding her head in her hands.

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Kurt was coming back to McKinley High, and Nellie couldn't be anymore happy and excited. She couldn't keep the smirk off her face.

"It's noon, which means.....it's official."

"Whats official?" Sam asked.

"My transfer! Kurt Hummels back at McKinley!" Nellie cheered and jumped up and down for the boy.

"Let me breath let me breath! Lets get ready for nationals."

"Not yet. See there's a reason we're meeting here today. There's some people that wanted to say good-bye to you Kurt." Nellie said.

"Kurt, Daltons gonna miss you. You were a great addition to the Warblers, and you made us a better team. I'm sad to see you go but we all know this is something that you really want. And I'll still have you after school and on the weekends, but these guys won't, so they wanted to say goodbye."

"And thank you Kurt."

[Somewhere Only We Know-Blaine Anderson Plus The Warblers]

Nellie pulled Kurt into a hug and he immediately hugged back.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"Hey."

"No crying, no crying. Get in here."

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The end of the week couldn't have came any faster. Nellie had on her T-Shirt which had NARCOLEPSY on it. She held her meds in her hand as she looked at Matteo who was standing on the other side of her.

"Hey, look." Matteo looked to see Nellie taking her meds and then drowning a bottle of water. He smiled and grabbed her hand.

"I don't like fighting you."

"Me neither. But I can't promise we won't get into petty arguments anymore."

"I know." Matteo nodded. He unzipped his hoodie revealing in big words SCARS.

"I thought you said you liked your scars."

"I do. It's just when I look in the mirror sometimes I don't. The one on my face is my least favorite." Nellie ran her hand over his cheek and kissed him.

"Well I like it. And that's all that matters." He zipped back up his  hoodie and Nellie did the same.

"All right guys, listen up. You all did really good this week. It was tough, but I think we came closer as a team and I'm proud of you. And now, I'd like to be the first one to show off my custom T-Shirt, revealing something I was self conscious about in the past, something I was born with, something I've come to accept about myself this past week. So, drumroll Finn." Mr.Shue opened his sweater to reveal the words BUTT CHIN.

"I like your chin Mr.Shue."

"Yeah I would've went with "Tears up a lot.""

"Uh, is everyone here?" Mr.Shue asked.

"Not everyone. I wanted to thank you guys for my Barbravention. And I have an announcement to make. I went to my doctor