The bus ride back to McKinley High was tense, anger and frustration crackling in the air.
Mr. Schuester sat near the front, shocked and defeated. They'd placed third, again. They'd worked too hard not to get first, especially compared to the two teams they were up against.
But their star hadn't been there, and no one could have filled her shoes. Nobody had memorized her songs, her choreography, and they'd had to withdraw.
"If she even thinks about coming to glee on Monday…"
"..kill her!"
"Bitch deserted us…"
"..lost.."
"No more glee.."
He heard snippets of their conversations, all their anger directed to the girl missing.
Rachel had disappeared from rehearsal happily two days before, excitement shining in her eyes at the prospect of a huge first place trophy. After that, she hadn't answered her phone, and still wouldn't. She hadn't logged onto social websites, or posted any new Myspace videos. No one answered the door at her house.
They could have easily beaten the two other teams.
But they only had eleven members.
Mr. Schuester felt a flare of anger in his chest, not knowing how unjust it really was.
