So, hi...
I haven't publicado things here for a while.
So I'm going to start posting a fanfiction I've been working on. Based off this; link
Yeah.
Enjoy.
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Will sat in the room, his hands shaking a little, he had done this before... but still each time made him nervous, but he wanted to be there for the people who needed help, the kids that needed help.

Will had been running therapy sessions in the McKinley auditorium every week for three years now, each año he'd get a new set of kids, wanting his help, and he'd try to talk to them, have them share their problems in a group and have the other group members and him give advice. Sometimes all people needed was to get something off their chest, sometimes they needed serious help… whatever the cost, Will was there.

He felt he owed it to the world, in a way. All the things people had done to him, he wanted to make sure no one ever felt that way. Like he used to.

It was only a matter of minutos until a young girl with long black hair walked into the room.

"Are you... William Schuester?"

Will nodded, "That's me. Why don't have a asiento there?"

The girl nodded, she nervously sat down. "How many más people usually come to these things?"

"A few…" Will replied. "It's different every year,"

The girl nodded slightly and watched the door a little.

Another girl walked in a few segundos after the first, this one was taller than the first, and had short blonde hair.

"Quinn Fabray…?" The first girl dicho softly. "What are tu doing here…?"

"You're not the only one with problems, Berry." The girl, Quinn, replied.

The short girl didn't respond, she just looked at the ground.

Two people walked in after Quinn, a boy and a girl. The girl was a little taller than the first and had wavy brown hair; she wore a hat over her head and tried to avoid everyone's gaze. The boy had half-white, half-black skin. He walked with his arm around the girl and then sat down beside her.

"We can still back out… if tu want…" The boy dicho to the girl.

"No." The girl replied. "We both need this…"

Will looked at them, "Don't worry, no information tu tell me will leave this room."

The girl smiled a little at Will and turned back to her boyfriend, clutching his hand.

Another boy walked in on his own, he looked a lot like the first, except he had shaved a Mohawk on his head and walked with his hands in his pockets, and he glanced at the first boy and muttered, "You gotta be fucking kidding me."

"Is something wrong?" The other boy replied.

"It's bad enough I have to go to these therapy sessions! And now you're here. The bastard child."

The other boy stood up, ready to fight the one with the Mohawk until Will came in between them.

"There will be no fights at these sessions; this is a place to help, not to hurt."

The girlfriend of the first boy looked up at him, "Come on Jake… he's not worth it."

The boy, Jake, looked down at his girlfriend and back at the Mohawk-boy. "Whatever…"

At the door of the auditorium stood two más boys. One was paralyzed and sat in a wheelchair, the other stood behind him, pushing him around.

"Come on in boys,"

The one boy pushed the other right beside him. He smiled and dicho in a thick Irish accent, "I'm nervous…"

"Don't be." dicho Quinn, who sat beside him, "It'll be fine… I'm sure…"

A girl knocked on the door of the auditorium. She had naranja hair and wore rather nice clothing. "Hi…" She dicho quietly.

"Hello, please, have a seat."

The girl nodded and smiled, she sat down in the circulo, círculo with the rest of the kids.

Two más girls arrived shortly after her, one had long black hair and wore a Cheerios uniform, and the other had blonde hair tied in a ponytail and wore the same uniform, the two looked at each other, a little surprised that they were both coming to these sessions.

"Brittany… you…?" The one girl asked the other.

The blonde, Brittany, nodded. Tears were already forming in her eyes.

The black haired girl grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her over to the circle, sitting right siguiente to her and comforting her.

Three más boys came through the door after the girls. One had dreadlocks, one had blonde hair, and the other was shaking uncontrollably.

"No need to be nervous," Will dicho to shaky boy. "I want to help you."

The shaky boy nodded and turned his head a little to the door, where a girl stood with her blonde hair tied in a ponytail, and a Cheerios uniform on.

After her arrived a few más people, two Asians, a male and a female. Two diva-types, one boy, one girl. A feminine boy and a boy with slicked back hair, and finally… a tall boy that made Will think of himself at that age.

"Are we ready to begin…?" Will asked the kids.

The group nodded and Will sat down in their circle,

"Before we begin, I want tu to know; tu can tell me anything, I won't judge you." Will said, the kids looking at each other. "I'm here to help."

The kids nodded slightly and looked at each other, wondering who would be the first to speak.

"Shall we begin?"