To Death Do Us Part
A Glee Horror Story
Introduction
The Good-Girl:
Rachel Berry walked into McKinley high school one of her typical, short, plaid skirts. Today it was a midnight black color with white and grey accents to the pattern. She had it paired with a simple, pale pink tee shirt, low cut sweater and black ballet flats with white knee socks. Her hair was held back by a single pink, thick headband while her bangs floated neatly to her long, thick, dark eyelashes that covered two liquid milk chocolate colored eyes. She wrinkled her Barbra Streisand snoze in distaste as she passed by Tina Cohen-Chang, a fellow Glee club member, who had just been slushied by Azimio, one of the popular football players at the school.
"Neanderthal," She muttered under her breath as she approached her boyfriend's locker.
The tall, football quarterback that was Finn Hudson had been dating her since the end of the previous year, where the Glee club that they were both members of had suffered a terrible defeat at Regionals. Finn, the popular, Golden Boy of McKinley ran what was known as the Melting Pot to the students of McKinley. He did his best to try and blend his social circles.
Tina's newest slushy facial was just some more evidence that it wasn't working very well.
"Guess who," She whispered into his ear, standing on tip toes as she did her best to wrap her hands around his eyes.
"Could it be my incredibly sexy girlfriend, Rachel Berry?" The jock wondered, turning around and facing her, lifting her up as he kissed her before setting her gently back on the ground. "What's the matter?" He asked, sensing her distress.
"Azimio just slushied Tina-and that's the third time he's done it this month," Rachel sighed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Finn tended to be a little bit dense every now and then, and it made it very difficult for him to try and stop the bullying, when he didn't even realize it was happening. That was why Rachel always made sure to tell him about the latest evidence of the football players' harassment towards the New Directions.
"Well, for him that's a new record," He said, putting on a grin that was just a little forced and exhausted.
"Finn, sweety, it's only the third of the month," She rolled her eyes as she kissed him gently on the check and proceeded to walk towards her own locker.
The Golden Boy:
"Zee," Finn Hudson sighed as he approached his football friend. "What did I tell you about slushy-ing the Glee kids?" he asked.
"That if I keep it up, Rachel's never gonna sleep with you?" He wondered, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"Screw you," Finn swore, shoving the short football player.
The strong, broad shouldered kid raised his eyebrows at Finn who forced out a laugh to act as if he'd only been joking.
"But no, that's not what I was talking about," He said, plastering on a fake smile.
"But you said that if you could get it to look like we got along with the gleeks then Rachel would sleep with you," Azimio frowned. "Damn it, Finn, you're so confusing sometimes!" He shook his head.
"I know that I said that, but the whole point of this current conversation is that I need you to not slushy anybody in Glee until Rachel sleeps with me, okay? Then, after I dump her, you losers can do whatever the hell you want to those morons and I can quit that idiotic club and stop trying to act like I care about both groups getting along," Finn shrugged.
"I'm still confused-how does this mean you're going to get Quinn back?" His teammate asked, leaning against his locker with a sigh as he crossed his arms.
"It's going to show her that I can get revenge-sex just as well as she can! Anyways, don't question me," Finn glared.
"Why don't you just ask Quinn back out? She clearly still likes you. You guys only broke up because of the baby scandal and-"Azimio began but Finn glared at him.
"I have to stay with Rachel until football's over, remember? We went over this part too!" Finn sighed. People said Finn was stupid, but he was much smarter than about half of the other football players.
"Oh, yeah, she's your good luck charm! That's why we've been winning so many games," Azimio smiled.
"Exactly. So? We're clear? No more slushies?" He asked. Azimio nodded and Finn grinned, satisfied as he walked away from his teammate and started making his way towards his first period class, feeling quite accomplished for the day.
The Bad Boy:
Noah Puckerman glared at his best friend as he walked by him that morning, crossing his strong arms over his broad chest. It was disgusting, the way Finn talked about Rachel. He was lucky to have a girlfriend who loved him and cared for him as much as Rachel did, and all Finn ever did was treat her like shit. It was a few weeks into school October, about a month into school, and Puck had never been more disgusted by his best friend's-or anybody else's, for that matter-words about a girl.
Puck was a grade-A bad ass. Nobody would argue that much. But when it came to the girls he dated, he was nothing but a gentleman. He took them out-and he usually even paid for what he got them, unless it was a slut like Santana Lopez. He never slept with them in dirty, questionable places. And he always made sure to meet the parents before taking them out.
Finn had been dating Rachel for months and had yet to even ask when he could meet her fathers. It disgusted Puck to see his best acting like that.
If the school's Golden Boy couldn't be a gentleman, and the school's bad boy could treat a woman right, that meant there was something seriously wrong with the way the school was being run.
"KAROFSKY!" Puck shouted suddenly, spotting the tall defensive player swinging his arm back, clearly preparing to launch a slushy towards the girl he'd just been thinking about. "I hope you're planning on drinking that slushy and not covering a certain little Jewish girl with it," He said with a glare.
David Karofsky swore under his breath as he dropped his arm, bringing the drink up to his mouth and taking a long, angry sip. He made a taste as he swallowed, indicating that the drink must be grape-the only flavor he didn't drink. Puck smirked-at least the jocks were remembering to only pelt Rachel with grape slushies now.
"Thank you, Noah," Rachel waved from her locker, closing it as she started walking towards him, crossing the hallway diagonally to reach him.
"Don't thank me-I made a promise to be nicer to Jews this year," He winked at her.
"That's always your excuse for being nice to me, you know?" She wondered, smiling up at him. "Why'd you tell him to stop? You were the one that invented that little...bullying tactic," She said thoughtfully.
"Well, that skirt is one of my favorites," He observed, taking the time to admire her seemingly endless-for such a short girl-muscular legs. She giggled and blushed.
"This isn't the same skirt I wore when we were dating and I-"
"Sat on my lap to clean the slushy off? Yeah, that's why I stopped him. I know what it feels like now, alright? And I don't think anybody-especially you-deserves to be made to feel that way," He said, cutting her off harshly.
He understood that his comment about her skirt had been inappropriate-as his best friend was dating this girl, after all-and he needed to find a way to get away without adding any further humiliation to himself.
"Esp-alright, thank you anyways, Noah," She sighed, knowing she would get nowhere with him. "I guess I'll see you at glee rehearsal then," She sighed as she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving him there alone in an empty hallway.
The Bitch:
Santana Lopez barreled her way down the halls of McKinley in her short Cheerio skirt with the form fitting top, her glossy, jet black hair in a sky high ponytail. She walked the hallways as if she owned the place-which, in her own little world, she did. But, she also happened to be a girl on a mission, on his particular day. She was looking for Noah Puckerman, because she had been hearing some very fishy rumors and she had to know if they were true. Because if they were, then everything the girl thought she knew about her school would be different and forever changed.
"Puck!" She snapped, standing behind his locker with her arms crossed, one Nike clad foot tapping against the hard, tile floors of the school as she glared at him.
"What do you want Satan?" He asked, raising a single eyebrow as he turned around.
"I've been hearing some rumors, and I'd like to know if I should believe them or not, because they're rather fishy and if they're true, then I'm going to have to put an end to whatever it is you'd like to call our little arrangement that we have going here," She said, her mouth forming a tight scowl.
"That's alright with me. That deal's been over for a while anyways, hasn't it? Besides, if the rumors have anything to do with Berry, well, none of it matters, because Finn happens to be her boyfriend and my best friend. I've already stolen enough of his girlfriends for one run through high school, don't you think?" Puck asked with a playful smile on his face. Santana growled. "Alright, apparently this isn't a good time for humor," He shrugged.
"Puck! Do you have any idea how your new 'no bullying' policy is affecting me? People think you have a soft side now, and because everybody knows that we hook up from time to time, they're starting to assume that I must have one as well! Do you know how hard it was and how long it took it took for me to become the head bitch at this school? Honestly, I'd still be fighting my way to the top with my perfectly manicured claws if it wasn't for you knocking up her Holy Majesty last year and my new assets. So can you please think about me when making decisions like this?" She snapped before turning on her heel and stalking away from him, without waiting for whatever witty response he'd have to come up with.
The Fashionista:
Kurt Hummel adjusted the hem of his long, form fitting sweater that ended at his knee, loving the new, light caramel color he'd just purchased to match his beige skinny jeans with his dark chocolate Converse sneakers. His hair was carefully styled to perfection and he was standing at his best friend's locker, holding the two lattes he'd just taken his car to go and buy for them. There was a double chocolate mocha for him-low fat and soy, of course-with a white chocolate mocha latte for Rachel Berry.
"My hands are burning off! Will you hurry up and taking your god for saken coffee already so we can go to lunch?" Kurt snapped at his best friend in the entire school-the only person who could rival him in diva 101 and voice. Rachel, just like him, had been born to be on Broadway.
"Sorry," She giggled as she reached for her latte, taking a long sip of it. "God, that tastes amazing," She muttered, allowing the sweet, chocolatey taste to run down her throat as she grinned at him.
"Stressful day, diva?" Kurt frowned. He'd heard how his step-brother talked about-and often, to,-Rachel, but he'd yet to find a gentle way to tell her about Finn's ass hole resemblance.
"Azimio slushied Tina and Finn barely did anything about it but ask him to not do it again. And Karofsky almost slushied me, but-"
"Wait, hold up-what do you mean by David Karofsky-the guy who's constantly up my ass about my sexuality, by the way-almost slushied you? What? Did he change his mind mid-swing or something, because that does not sound like the ass hole I know and hate!" Kurt glared at her.
"Well, Noah told him-"
"Noah Puckerman, as in the bad ass known as Puck?" Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows at her in confusion. "Why would he tell Karofsky not to slushy you? Didn't he happen to invent that particular form of torture-which is absolutely ridiculious by the way! I mean, seriously? Where does he come up with this shit? Some sort of stupid FOX television show where the popular kids mess with the geeks only to somehow combine?" Kurt asked, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, that's exactly what happened, and in case you've forgotten, Noah's been slushied before as well, so it shouldn't come as that big of a surprise that he defended me, you know? Especially since we did date, and happen to share a religion, just in care you've forgotten everything that's happened last year," Rachel asked. "And are you done cutting me off now, because you know how I feel about that!" She glared at him. "And, anyways, if Karofsky's still riding you about being gay, maybe you can get Finn to talk to him? He's been trying to get the football players to-"
"Finn? My step-brother-sorry, I know, you hate being cut-off, but you're stories aren't exactly lining up today," Kurt shrugged off her glare as he started towards the cafeteria, Rachel right besides him, matching him step for step. "Anyways, the only thing Finn's doing to stop bullying is getting the guys to believe that you're some kind of good luck charm for him so they think you're the reason they keep winning. He said that you'll leave him if they don't stop bullying the glee kids," He explained. It wasn't all of Finn's lies, but it was enough, for now. He sighed as Rachel glared, tightening her grip on her cup and started storming off, clearly to find Finn.
