Not really sure what this is but I wrote it on my phone at 4am in the morning and thought, 'Why not?' So enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or its characters, that credit goes to the FOX crew & Ryan Murphy; No matter how much I wish I did. The storyline is very much mine though. It came from the brilliant part of my brain called my imagination.
Quinn was on a warpath and she only had one destination in mind.
Everyone parted for her like the red sea as she barreled down the hallway. She may not rule the school anymore but they knew better than to get in her way when she was like this. If they didn't there's no way it would end good for anyone. Safe to say the kids of McKinley had steered wide and clear of the blonde and her wrath in that moment.
Unfortunately for Dave, there was no possibility of steering clear when he was the reason behind her anger. As she turned the corner she spotted the unlucky boy by the vending machines.
"KAROFSKY!" She spoke his name laced with pure unadulterated hatred, so much so it came out as more of a mix between a hiss and growl.
The Jock felt his skin crawl and turned to face the ex-cheerio hiding his fear with a cool expression. If you happened to pay attention though, you'd notice his legs twitching. Literally itching to run.
"Yeah, loser?" His voice sounded extra sweet and a little high. His boys were scared for him but they scurried away quickly before they could become a target. Trust and believe they all realized he'd fucked up big time.
Azimio laid his hand on Dave's shoulder as he left.
"Wrong move, man, wrong. The nerve... I gotta get to practice. See ya in few. Maybe." he added as an afterthought.
Karofsky's eyes widened as the blonde marched towards him and grabbed his color and started yelling, her words so full of anger, it felt like she was spitting in his face,
"Would you mind explaining what the hell you were thinking when you decided to give Rachel a paint bath before school?!"
"Please, it was harmless. The Tranny needed a reminder of where she belo-"
"Harmless?" Quinn whispered before loosing all trace of any composure whatsoever and going off on the boy, "Harmless?! Rachel is in the hospital! She was allergic to some of the things in the paint. They had do surgery on her because of how much of it she swallowed before I found her this morning! They had to pump her stomach and stick a fucking tube down her throat to clear it! Rachel's just lost her voice! When she wakes up and they tell her that, it's going to add insult to fucking injury. It's going to break her! Do you not understand the measure of which I'm speaking? You just managed to do the impossible, you broke Rachel Berry."
Her words came out exaggerated with each shove into the vending machines behind him, "You," Shove, slam, "Worthless," Shove again, slam again, "Piece," Another shove and another slam echoed through the silent hallways, "Of shit! You-you broke her!" Where the hell were the teachers at?
Hot tears started falling freely down the blondes face and, so fucking what, she needed to get it out. The question was whether they were hurt tears for Rachel and her voice, or tears of anger. She really couldn't answer that at the moment, it was probably both. There was a brunette laying in a bed at Lima General Hospital, that she had hardly considered a friend over the years, probably crying her eyes out. She needed to cry too.
"She's gonna be in the hospital for weeks! Harmless, Karofsky, is dumping a little water someone. Harmless is when you make a joke about someones shirt, a joke. Harmless is not landing someone in the hospital. So tell me how you weren't thinking when you decided to put her in her place this morning. There's simply no way in hell you were actually using your brain! If you knew this would happen..."
"N-no! I didn't want that to happen to the midget, I swear! I never would have-"
A symphony of surprised gasps and grimaces rang out through the hallway at the unmistakable cracks of bone breaking. The boy whimpered as he fell to the ground at the surprise blows. Blood was flowing freely as he let the back of his head thump the vending machine. No one pitied him more than himself at the moment. The ex-cheerio had literally knocked him dizzy. Why was everything so damn black and spinny? Where the hell were the adults at?!
Quinn knelt down in front of the boy and shoved his hands away from his face. She winced when she noticed the state her hands were currently in and wiped the blood off on to the boys jeans. It was unknown to her if it was her blood or the boy's in front of her.
"Sadly, it did happen. Look at me! As I was saying, it happened. You can't go back and undo it. You can't change what you've done. It's just a little to late for an apology," The sarcasm when said that was pretty damn clear, "Actually it would be wise to avoid apologizing as it'll only piss me off even more and trust me, you don't want that. What I've done just now will be nothing compared to the backlash that would bring. You should be thanking your lucky stars I couldn't find the bat Sue keeps in her office. Believe me, as soon as that ambulance left, I went searching for it, so someone must've been looking out for you today because you, David, were just spared your life."
He swallowed loudly his eyes widening in fear. The way she had said his name... He felt the fear of God himself gripping his chest. If it wasn't for his youth, he's sure by now he'd of had a heart attack. If he had had asthma he's fairly positive his throat would be so tight it'd be almost impossible to breath, ironically enough, just like Rachel had felt that morning.
The blondes size or strength was nothing compared to the emotion in the girls words. These weren't threats being thrown around to make him think he should fear the girl, no. These were honest, brutal, heartfelt words and he wasn't sure if he'd rather hear the rest of what she has to say or take a beating from the bat mentioned.
"As well as Rachel was. Because she almost died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Rachel Berry is ten times the person any of us, including me, could ever dream of being. I don't care if you're struggling with being gay. That is no excuse to almost kill a wonderful human being, especially one such as her."
Luckily, she had whispered those words for only the two of them to hear or else he'd of had to face the wrath of everyone in school for not only being gay, but for nearly killing the brunette.
Very, very unluckily for the jock, the Latina walking down the hall to see what her best friend was up to this time heard the whole exchange thanks to her acute sense of hearing.
"He almost what?! Q, please tell me you're just screwing with the oafs head."
She glanced at the cheerio before leaning into the boy and whispering in his ear, "Leave and I never want to spot your face here again, ever. If you know what's good for you, you'll skip practice too. Avoid visiting the hospital for those injuries. Because I assure you I'm not just fucking with you're head. You'll regret the day you were born because I wont lie to Santana. So let the image of the two of us beyond pissed coming to do just that, aid in your journey. If you turn back..." She left it open and he nodded vigorously in response. She didn't have to finish that sentence, he knew, regardless of what they did, he had reason to fear. Where, in the actual fuck were the adults that were supposed to supervise this damn school, at?!
She nudged him harshly in the shin as she got up.
"Go."
"No hold up! We ain't finished with you yet!"
Karofsky paused mid-step his back still to the two girls.
"For the moment, San, we are. I need you to help me clean this up and then give me a ride to go see Rachel. Come on." Quinn drug the Latina by her waist to the bathroom.
As the door slam echoed disconcertingly down the hall Karofsky let out a shaky breath in relief. Moment's later he tensed up again and practically ran to his car in McKinley's parking lot.
"Please tell me you were just screwing with his head, Q.."
The blonde sighed and looked up from washing her hands before shaking her head gently in the negative. Her eyes locked with Santana's. As she responded Santana could see the honest to God fear in her expression.
"I can't...S, we almost lost her I wouldn't have known what to do if-" Her voice cracked and she choked up on the lump in her throat and broke down for time first since the accident happened.
For the first time since she'd found the brunette she finally let herself cry for how scared shed been.
Santana tensed up and her body started shaking from head to toe in anger. The only thing keeping her from searching for, and killing the oaf who caused the incident, was in her arms. So she sunk to floor, keeping Quinn wrapped up as tears fell briefly down her own face. She'd stay and keep the blonde grounded until she let it all out and then she was hunting Dave Karofsky down.
She'd later find Brittany, after searching all over town for the jock and dropping Quinn off in the parking lot at the hospital, and cry for Rachel too. She had once been just like Karofsky and in her girlfriends arms she felt what fight she had over changing her ways give out. She'd never use her words to hurt anyone again. She'd never pull a dumb prank on a loser for the fun of it.
Santana Lopez was done being a child about things.
...
Rachel was facing the school day with dread. All she really wanted to do was stay in her car for the rest of the day. But she knew she couldn't that was what a coward would do and she was far from one. It would be so much easier to just ignore everyone and everything and stay at home. Her dad's wouldn't let her though and they held such pride for her perfect attendance they'd have a cow if she was to skip school.
The singer's thought's were interrupted by her phone ringing obnoxiously loud in the silence of her car.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Rach. I mean, I just wanted to make sure there was no hard feelings. We can still be friends, right?"
Of course Finn would call to make sure she didn't tell anyone the real reason behind why they broke up. He'd never call to actually check up on her.
"Yeah, Finn."
"Are you okay, Rach? You sound like someone killed your puppy or something."
"Yes, Finn, I'm fine. I didn't just get broken up with by my boyfriend without an explanation. There's no reason at all why you should even ask. Tell Kurt not to bother by the way. I don't wanna snap at him because of you. Thanks. Bye."
"Rachel, wait!"
She'd already hung up. Letting her head rest against the seat she tried to clear her mind. It didn't work. Frustration struck her out of nowhere and she rose up and slammed her hands into the steering wheel. The sound of the horn echoed loudly into the early morning as did the door as she let it slam. Rachel grabbed her books from the passenger seat and ran for the back doors of McKinley. She should have known better though. It's not like it was even logical for her to catch a break so easily.
"Hey, Freak!"
Rachel flinched at Karofky's voice before turning around and facing him. Maybe if she was one to ignore then none of what was to happen would have occurred.
"Yes, David, what is it?"
Instead of responding in words he grabbed Rachel around the waist and took off running. She let out a squeal of fear as he threw her into an empty dumpster full of paint. He grabbed the jug waiting specifically for the brunettes arrival and dumped it on her. Slushy and paint mixed. He smirked to himself before he ran to the football field for practice. He was genius!
Rachel choked and sputtered. It was cold and she couldn't open her eyes and was barely able to breath. Her throat felt like someone was stuffing a thick cloth down it. She pulled her yet to be ruined phone from her bra and dialed the first person she could think of.
"Whoever the hell this is you better have a good reason for calling me so damn early. I'm not on the cheeri-"
"Qui-Quinn...help me...Please...dumpster...paint...Karofsky.." Rachel was barely able to rasp out as she choked out the words between shivers and shaken breath's.
"Rachel?! What the hell? I'm...I'm coming just hold on for me, please." The blonde heard nothing but silence on the other end of line and jumped into action. What the hell just happened?
...
She jolted awake in tears.
"Rachel! It's okay, it was only a dream you're okay now. I promise, he won't hurt you again. It was only a dream."
She felt the soothing movement of Quinn's hand on her lower back and focused on that. She let it calm her down before she responded.
"It..It wasn't a dream it was a nightmare. No...It wasn't even a nightmare, Quinn. It actually happened and now I can't...my voice..."
"Shh, it's okay. The doctors said if you drink lots and lot's of that tea stuff you always do and put extra honey in it and take the medicine like they asked you'll be able to sing again. It's just a temporary set back, okay? You'll...You'll get it back, Rachel. I know you will, you have to."
"But what if I cant? What if the doctors are just trying to.. to comfort me, "The brunette gave up and let out a loud sigh, since when was she unable to finish her thoughts, "We'll see, I guess. Quinn, why exactly are you being so nice?"
"No, quit thinking like that, you will. Honestly? I don't know but I plan on doing it for as long as you let me. You need to get some rest, lay down. I'm gonna be right here when you wake up, okay? I'm not going anywhere." She slipped off the side of the bed into the chair and tightened her grip on the diva's hand. A few seconds later found her with her forehead on the bed to catch some sleep too. For all her good health she was just as drained as the girl in the hospital bed. Just as she was slipping away into a realm of peace she heard Rachel's voice ask her something quietly.
"Can you..maybe...sleep up here with me? I don't wanna be alone.."
"Yeah, Rachel, sure."
She masked her surprise at the question well and slid in next to the brunette not sure what move to make next.
Rachel made it for her as she snuggled up into her side and buried her face into blonde's side and slung her arm out to lay across the blondes stomach. Quinn pulled the blankets up around them and wrapped her arms around Rachel's shoulder, pulling her more snugly into her side and drifted off soon after.
She'd wake up from one of the best rests she'd had in weeks.
...
Three months later would find Karofsky finishing his sentence in the corrections center for assault, a changed man. He'd drive home and move out slipping in and out of Lima like a ghost.
Two month's later would find Rachel kissing Quinn hung up in the moment when she finally hit that High F in 'Don't Rain On My Parade' for the first time since the accident. Rachel would apologize and Quinn would shrug it off before kissing Rachel a couple of nights later with no excuse but to just kiss her.
A year later would find the two girls in New York together splitting rent in an old run down apartment. Rachel in NYADA and Quinn in Columbia.
1 month and 3 weeks later, after Brittany and Santana got their acceptance letter's to Julliard and Columbia, they would move down the block from the two girls and they'd all start their lives together unaware of the fortune the misfortune of a prank gone bad had brought them.
This was just a drabble and all errors are mine. Hope you enjoyed it anyways!