Disclaimer: If I owned glee, Faberry would be canon.
Spoilers: Up to Prom Queen but before Nationals.
A/N: I haven't forgot about my other story, still working on the new chapter. I had this on my mind for a while so I decided to write it down, let me know what you think! :)
Rachel knew something was wrong the minute she entered the choir room. Mr. Schuester had sent her to retrieve some songs they were going to rehearse in the auditorium. Everyone was already there and she volunteered to go and pick them up wanting no distractions as Nationals were approaching really fast.
When she entered the choir room, she halted in her pace. She could hear talking and laughing. She went further in and was met with Azimio, some football players she didn't recognize, and four cheerleaders, all rummaging through drawers and breaking everything they could get their hands on. There was a big mess on the floor already.
"How lame is this, they just have songs in here" said one of the cheerleaders as she went through a drawer behind the big piano. They hadn't noticed the diva yet.
"Because they are just a bunch of losers" spat one of the football players.
"A bunch of gay losers" corrected Azimio. "I don't know what they did to my boy Karofsky, but since that Hummel kid came back, he hasn't been himself. Going as far as joining that joke of a club with the head bitch Santana" he finished, sending a stack of books to the floor.
"Maybe they infected him with the gay; I mean he has been escorting Hummel in between classes since he came back" said one of the jocks.
"Well, they are delusional if they think that just because they say so, we are gonna do what they say" Azimio said forcefully. "Just because they stopped it on the hallways doesn't mean we cannot find other ways, and this is exactly what we are doing, sending them a warning!"
Rachel stood near the door listening to their conversation. She didn't know what to do, let her presence be known and put a stop to the thrashing of the room or go get Mr. Schue and risk the destruction of the remaining songs while she is gone.
Of course, Rachel being Rachel, she opted for the former and pushing herself out of the wall, she announced herself.
"What do you think you are doing?" she asked, walking fully into the messy room.
They all had a brief moment of panic shown across their faces. Azimio recovered quickly though "Well, well, what do we have here" he sneered as he walked towards her.
"All of you are going to get in so much trouble!" the brunette exclaimed, "Not only with principal Figgins but with the authorities as well because all of this" she said gesturing towards the mess with her hands, "is called a misdemeanor in the eyes of the law." She finished glaring at each one of them.
"Dude I told you this was a bad Idea!" one of the younger football players said to Azimio, "you said no one was gonna find out about this and now we are screwed!"
"Oh my god, I'm gonna get kicked out of the cheerios!" one of the cheerleaders exclaimed in panic. "My life is completely ruined!"
Rachel rolled her eyes at that as the others started to frantically talk at the same time among themselves.
"SHUT UP" Azimio screamed. "Nobody is gonna find out about this because Berry is gonna keep her hideous little mouth shut if she knows what's good for her." He finished with his gaze fixed on Rachel.
Rachel stared right back with a perfectly raised eyebrow on her face, "And what exactly are you going to do to keep my mouth shut, if I may know?" she challenged, hand on her hip.
He growled and got on the brunette's face in a matter of seconds, "Oh trust me you don't want to know" he said as he stared down at her face trying to intimidate her. "So I suggest you take your ass outta here if you know what's good for you."
"I am, I will march out of here directly into the principal's office because you have taken this to a whole new level!" she replied with equal force, not backing away one inch "all of you need counseling." With that, she turned around ready to perform one of her famous storm outs when she felt a hand grab her roughly from her forearm and yank her backwards.
She shrieked as she felt her body collide with Azimio's, the pressure on her arm intensifying each second, she was certain that she was going to have a nasty bruise in the morning. The others were just staring at the scene with their jaws on the floor not knowing what to do or say at the moment.
"You just don't listen, do you?" he hissed in her ear. "You either shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."
For a moment she couldn't formulate words. For the first time she felt a sick feeling growing at the pit of her stomach, in all her years of high school, not once did a confrontation with the jocks or cheerleaders turned physical.
She recovered quickly and despite the pressure in her arm she said "What are you going to do? Kill me? Because I'll have you know that if you do, you have left already grand amounts of evidence behind, plus you will be their number one suspect as Santana and Dave founded the Bully Whips thus redee…" she was cut off abruptly as she found herself flying through the air. The air was knocked out of her lungs as she collided hard against the piano, her head slamming quite hard and painfully with the edge of it. She fell face down on the floor in a daze, her sight blurry as she fought the nausea that suddenly overcame her.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO" one of the football players yelled as he roughly grabbed Azimio by his letterman jacket, "THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT THRASHING THE LOOSER ROOM NOT ACTUALLY HURTING SOMEONE" he continued screaming until Azimio pushed him away.
"SHE WAS GOING TO RAT ON US!"
"SHE IS STILL GONNA RAT ON US YOU DUMBASS; YOU CAN GO TO JAIL FOR THIS!"
"Oh hell no! You are not going to put this on me, we were all together in this and if I go down, you all go down with me!" Azimio exclaimed, addressing the other jocks and cheerleaders as well.
"But we didn't even touch her!" one of the cheerleaders stated.
"Yeah, but none of you did anything to help her either and that makes you an accomplice." He replied.
"THIS IS BULLSHIT" one of the jocks yelled as he slammed one of the chairs against the floor making the cheerleaders flinch.
"Well, what are we gonna do then, genius? She is still gonna talk and I don't know about you all but my scholarship is on the line here" said one of the cheerleaders, glancing at Azimio.
"There is only one way out" he mumbled, eyes on Rachel who was still on the floor trying to sit up.
"Yeah? And what is that?" asked a jock.
"I don't know! Make it look like it was an accident or something but I'm not losing my scholarship over this."
Rachel was terrified, she was in so much pain, her head was pounding and she was sure that some of her ribs were broken. Suddenly she felt her cellphone vibrate on her sweater. She looked at the group to make sure that none of them was looking at her before reaching out to her pocket and taking her cellphone out. There was a text message from Quinn.
Hey, hurry up, Schuester is freaking out over songs and Mercedes and Kurt are not doing any better. It's driving me crazy! 3 – Q
She was in the middle of typing a reply when she heard "Oh my god! She is calling the cops!" from one of the cheerios.
She tried to type faster but wasn't quick enough as Azimio rushed in and lifted her from her sweater, slamming her repeatedly against the wall in a rush of panic "WHAT DID YOU DO!" he screamed at her each time her back and head hit the wall. She could feel a warm liquid going down the back of her neck into her back, she was pretty sure it was blood. She could not hear anything, she could barely breathe; Azimio was pushed away from her by the jocks as she slid down the wall leaving a trail of blood on her way down. She fought really hard to stay awake but it was too much, she succumbed into the welcoming darkness as she saw the jocks and cheerios leaving the room in a rush.