"All those in favour of voting Rachel down a second time?"
Five hands shoot up into the air around you. You are tired of this - tired of watching your so-called teammates constantly put her down, of sitting idly by as they eat away at her dwindling self-esteem. You can’t stand seeing that wounded look in her eyes, that glimmer of sadness that says that she is used to the rejection, that she has resigned to it and is unwilling to fight any longer.
Anger flares up within you, its torrid flames threatening to consume you. You have to do something about it, you can’t just watch them destroy her like this.
"No, I think Rachel’s right. This team works best when we push ourselves and do something a little different. We won’t be using other people’s words or music, it’ll be our own. Our own heart, soul, not just our voices. We have a really talented songwriter in our midst: Rachel. I was thinking maybe you and I could write a song together."
She twists around in her seat, turning to look at you as you speak. For a moment your eyes meet and her gaze is filled with such adoration that you have to look away for fear of losing your train of thought.
Your little speech is enough to convince Mr. Schuester and you smile as she claps her hands in delight, her excitement plainly visible. Your heart swells up at the sight of it and you realize that this is all you want - to be able to bring out that dazzling smile, to make her deep brown eyes light up with hope and happiness. All you want is Rachel Berry.