The McKinley High Chronicles : Book 1 The Lima Incursion (The Faculty / Rachel)

LiĀ·ma 1. The capital and largest city of Peru 2. A city in north-west Ohio south-south-west of Toledo.

When Rachel finds herself abducted by fellow Glee Club members, the only thing she can think of is escape... and Nationals. In 'The McKinley High Chronicles', different classic high school horror movies play out in the halls of William McKinley High. Somehow, either Quinn or Rachel, always find themselves caught in the middle.


Disclaimer : Glee, the television musical comedy-drama, belongs to the production companies 20th Century Fox Television, Brad Falchuck Teley-Vision and Ryan Murphy Productions. I do not own the Glee characters depicted in this story.

Authors Note : This series begins soon after the Glee Episode 'Michael' (Episode 11 : Season 3). In that episode, Rachel asked for Quinn's advice, in regards to Finn's marriage proposal. At the end of the episode, Rachel still feels unsure about accepting Finn's proposal.


Chapter One

This wasn't the first time I'd found myself tied to a chair; but unfortunately, this was not a theatre stage.

All my years of performance training couldn't have readied me for being hit over the head, abducted, taken to an empty classroom and then bound to an uncomfortable McKinley High emblazoned chair.

One thing I did learn, from acting in scenes of mild peril, is to always stay as quiet as soon as you come around. Do not startle your abductors. Especially when their leader is the schools newly reinstated head cheerleader, Quinn Fabray.

"Just stay by the door Santana and make sure no one comes in. You've done enough." Adrenaline spiked through me as I heard the forceful whisper of Quinn's voice, her anger coming through thickly with each word. "Puck and I have this. Yell if you see any teachers coming." Keeping my eyes shut feigning sleep, I tested the duct tape that tightly bound my hands behind my back, cautiously twisting my wrists to test how secure they were. The tape didn't loosen one bit.

"I think she's awake?" The deep curious voice that I recognised as Pucks, one of the schools jock's and self-proclaimed Lothario, made me still all my movements.

"Rachel?" Quinn's voice sounded calmer and nearer, much nearer, now. I tried not to react to her question, but when I felt a soft hand trace the side of my face, I shoved back away from it, scraping the chair along the floor. Quinn's eyes widened, as she looked into my own startled ones, before she let out a relived breath. "Oh thank god, when Santana knocked you out, I thought you wouldn't wake up. I was so worried."

"What the hell is WRONG WITH YOU!" My voice exploded, not just from anger, but from pent-up fear. Sparing a glance at Santana and Brittany stood peering out the half-open door of the classroom, before cutting my eye at Puck, I pinned Quinn with my sternest glare.

"Let me go NOW!" I began to rock in the chair, desperately trying to tug and pull free.

"Ey-yo, Chica." I stopped squirming as Santana turned around to cast me a withering look, "Tape it shut, you are going to get us all killed".

I felt my stomach drop at the thinly veiled warning, frantically turning to Quinn, then Puck. "Killed? What? How?" My words came out in a jumble, half-whispering, as I feared Santana would hear me. "Why are you doing this to me? I know we don't always get along, but Quinn," I urgently nodded my head at her, "We're friends now. Plus we are all in Glee together, with Nationals right around the corner." I continued to tug sorely at my bindings. "I won't tell anyone if you just let me go now, don't do this, whatever it is you have planned."

Quinn stepped towards me, her hands raised in surrender, her voice quiet and calm. "We aren't going to hurt you,"she crouched down and I felt her take in my entire face, her expression curious as she looked me over, "we had to make sure you weren't one of them."

"One of whom?" I stopped tugging at the duct tape as I eyed her in confusion.

She lowered her head briefly, before pinning me with an unwavering stare. "To make sure you're not one of the Body Snatchers."

I sat and waited for the punchline. Quinn however, stared openly at me, as I began to shake my head derisively "A Body Snatcher?" My voice dripped with incredulity, "you think I am a Body Snatcher?"

"No, not all..." Quinn began to explain.

"I do." Santana's addition to the conversation was abrupt, the agnosticism in her voice came through loud and clear from where she stood watch. Pointing an accusing finger at Quinn, Santana continued, "but little Miss Where's My Berrylicious, over there, wouldn't let it go".

"Santana!" Quinn harshly cut in, slapping Puck on the arm as he scoffed at Santana's words.

"Look, we are trying to get everyone out," Quinn turned back to face me earnestly, "but we needed to make sure you weren't one of them. Santana wasn't supposed to knock you out," Quinn's voice hardened as she turned to jab an accusatory finger at her friend.

"Berrylicious?" I questioned, surprised as Quinn's face began to flush at the question, before I shook my head dismissively. This was insane. They were all insane. "I don't know what you guys think you are doing, but enough." I glanced around looking for a way out of this mess, "I thought we were all past the bullying and the mind games."

Returning my attention to the bindings around my hands, relief washed over me, as I felt a small tear in the fabric of the duct tape. "I am most disappointed in you Quinn," I chattered, hoping to distract Quinn and Puck from my attempt at freedom. "I'd truly thought we'd found some common ground as friends, but this," I jutted my head indicating the situation they'd tied me in, "this has taking our friendship ten steps back, I can assure you."

"Oh God, you really are Rachel" Puck groaned, rudely interrupting my diatribe, before he shoved a dark strip of weird processed food in front of me. "Just eat this so we can all go".

I eyed the meat product blankly, then Puck, before finally resting on Quinn. "What," my voice strained as I spoke through gritted teeth, "is that?" I glanced at the food stuff presently shoved under my nose, recoiling back at the spicy scent it gave off.

"Its beef jerky. And its gonna save your life." Puck stated in all seriousness.

I refused to look at him, continuing to pin Quinn back with my eyes, unresponsive to the silent apology she held in hers. "I've just been hit over the head," I began, "kidnapped," I continued, "TIED to a CHAIR," my voice rose on every other word. "And now you are offering me, a vegan, BEEF JERKY!" Utilising my many years of vocalisation training, I forced my voice to carry clear out of the room into the school hallway. There was no way someone hadn't heard me out in the hallway.

"Ssh, Rachel, please," Quinn pleaded with me through a loud whisper. "The jerky is because they don't like the salt. The Body Snatchers I mean." Quinn quickly explained when my look turned dubious. "If you eat the jerky and don't freak out, that means you are in the clear. And we can all get out of here together. Please, just try a tiny piece of the meat and then we can..."

"Heads up! Heads up!" Santana interrupted, as both she and Brittany hurriedly closed the door and huddled into the classroom.

"Mr Schue is coming," Brittany dead-panned, leaving me confused as I watched her eyes begin to fill with tears.

"Look," I scanned them all, but finally rested my gaze upon Brittany, "just untie me okay?" I tried to make my voice as pacifying as possible. "Mr Schue won't find out. There's no need for anyone to get into trouble over this..."

"Shut it Baby Gap." I reeled in surprise at Santana's insult, not at her almost noiseless words, but from the complete lack of bite behind them. Santana's eyes were wide with fear, never once removing her gaze from the door, as I felt the classroom suddenly begin to feel subdued.

"Did you lock the door?" Quinn asked, sounding distracted, as she rushed behind me. I felt her hands shaking against mine as she began pulling at the ties that bound them. Twisting around to look over my shoulder, I could see the top of her head as she bent down to tear at the tape. "Santana!" Quinn demanded, when she heard no reply, "Did you lock the door?"

"No she didn't." I swiveled round to see Mr Schue enter the classroom, his upbeat voice in sharp contrast to the weighty tension in the room. "Not to worry though".

Our Spanish teacher and Glee Club coach seemed eerily jovial as he carefully closed the door behind him, making a big show of locking the latch, before he turned to face all five of us. "I've got that for you."

TBC