Change Comes From Within
Part I
K.L.
A/N: Unedited. I got lazy.
It had been nearly a week since Santana has walked out of Glee – Brittany in hand. The social divisions that had long ago faded began resurfacing.
Puck and Quinn distanced themselves significantly from the others – adding special distance for their female lead. It was to such an extent that when Mr. Schuester had asked Puck to stand next to Rachel in choreography he replied with a stern no. When the teacher continued to press – reminding him they were a family now – Puck turned icy eyes on the man, "A family?" A chill fell through the room and soon its focus turned to the small lead, "Why don't you tell that to that fucking bitch! Bet she doesn't know the meaning of anything but me or I." And before anyone could refute – or concur – Quinn had taken his hand guiding him toward the exit.
As for the original members – minus Finn and Rachel of course – they spoke only amongst themselves, occasionally including Mike and Matt into conversation.
Finn seemed confused about the whole ordeal not sure. He wasn't sure where his allegiance fell anymore and so for the most part he kept to himself.
And Rachel? Though she had taken a vow of silence had returned to her ways - the weekend seemingly erasing from her mind the occurrences of last week.
"Listen, I understand things are a little… tense," Their curly haired teacher moved his gaze across the room doing his best to ignore the two empty seats, "But we need to prepare ourselves for Regionals. Even with Jesse transferring back to Carmel we're still as strong as ever. If we don't continue to work hard each and everyday however they will surely stomp us in the competition." His words fell on deaf ears, the hostility within the rooming having reached an all time high. So for the third time this week the man was forced to grant early dismissal.
Everyone slowly filtered out, leaving behind only one petite brunette.
"Rachel?" The brunette turned to face the voice, revealing none other than Mr. Schuester himself.
"Yes?" The voice didn't carry its normal vibrato, the colouring under her eyes distinctly darker than normal.
"Listen Rachel last week you were out of line. I understand you don't deem me qualified for this job. You believe my lessons and choices inadequate and you feel no one in this club can compare to you or your talent, but that in no way gives you any right to cross the line you did last Tuesday. Not everyone has been doing this as long as you Rachel and with that said not everyone takes this as seriously as you either."
"Well may-"
"No Rachel – they're teenagers! They just want to have a little fun, have a place to escape from all the dramas of high school, a place to relax!" The man rose his hand to stop the words forming on the brunette's tongue, "Rachel not everyone is like you – they're not set on their dreams – and this is a crucial moment for them to find them. If you can't provide them with an environment where they feel welcome Rachel… then I'm going to have to ask you to leave Glee. I can't have others being hurt. This is your only warning Rachel," Shuffling a few papers, Mr. Schue offered a soft smile, "That's all I had to say Rachel, thank you for listening."
And with that she was left to her thoughts.