Hi:) If you've noticed, I have deleted the story 'The Supernatural' because well, I found no inspiration for it and yeah, just wasn't interested in it:) Well here's a new story that is taking over 'The Supernatural' it is a thriller and also the Finchel romance! Don't forget to review 'The Hangover' as it was updated yesterday:) Anyways, hope
you enjoy the first chapter! It takes place after sectionals in SEASON 1 !
Chapter One:
"And one more time!"
Rachel pressed her clammed hand to her wet forehead, wiping the beads of sweat that dripped lazily down her face. She whipped her head to the side, a small smile tugging at the edge of her lips as she witnessed her fellow glee club members in the same position as she was.
"Mr. Schue do we have to continue this? I want to get home before the blizzard hits," Quinn interjected, placing a protective hand over her round belly.
Rachel stared at Finn in udder sadness as his gaze fell upon Quinn's stomach, his eyes burning with regret.
It's been a month since the dreadful truth of Quinn and Puck's secret was revealed to the lives of the glee club, ruining the once spiritual and giddy life of Finn Hudson. He's been a complete mess, drowning himself in sorrow and rage whenever he so much as breathes the same air as the two liars who he once trusted.
"Give us another five minutes Q, then everyone can leave!" Mr. Schue replied, shocking Rachel out of her inner thoughts. She sighed heavily; watching as Finn braced himself on his knees, waiting for the torture of the dancing routine to begin.
He tilted his head to the side, meeting Rachel's focused glare on his overwhelming expression. She smiled sadly at him, raising her hand above her shoulders and waving lightly at him.
He frowned in return, turning his head away from her as he waited for the continuation of rehearsal to begin. Her smile faded, biting her lip anxiously as she braced herself for Mr. Schue's next instructions.
But she couldn't concentrate. She was too distracted by the continuing of Finn's avoidance of her to even realize the steps and vocals she was interoperating. Ever since sectionals, he has ignored her like the black plague, never answering her phone calls, never responding to her questions in glee club.
It's like he hates her.
"Rachel." Mr. Schue's voice rang through the auditorium, his hand waving like a fan in front of her face. She fluttered her eyes repeatedly, shaking her head as she noticed the glee club staring at her idly.
"What?" she wondered, dazed as she crossed her gaze with Finn's. He quickly looked away and she fumed, annoyed with his immature behavior.
"I asked if you could stay later to practice a duet," Mr. Schue explained, smiling slightly at her beaming expression. "Of course Mr. Schue, with who may I ask?"
He bit his lip, rubbing his hands together fictionally. "Uh, with Finn, if that's alright." She frowned. Has Finn's hatred been so intense even a teacher noticed it?
"Oh." She could feel Finn's trembling bad rock the stage, but she ignored it, seeing how he would like how it felt.
"Uhm sir, I don't think that's a very good idea," he mumbled, his voice ruffled with rage and denial. Rachel rolled her eyes, making Finn burn with anger. Good. She was done being treated like this.
"Well it just so happens that there is a severe lack of energy surrounding this club, and I expect the two team leaders to help rise above and bring this club back to where it started in the beginning of the year."
Finn breathed heavily, shrugging his shoulders roughly as Mr. Schue sent him a warning glare. "Thank you for understanding Finn, and Rachel, how about you?"
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, tapping her foot with her shoe's heel, causing Finn to clench his fists in annoyance.
She looked down solemnly from his sudden displeasure, nodding her head firmly. "Sure. I'm in."
"Try it again!"
Rachel cried out miserably, stomping her foot on the ground as she flung her arms in the air. That performance was weak. Really weak. "Face it Mr. Schue! This just won't work out, Finn and I lost our – "
"Chemistry?"
Both Finn and Rachel stood frozen next to each other, their bodies barely touching as Mr. Schue addressed their emotional interaction. Rachel closed her eyes, silently thanking that they were the only ones left in the auditorium, in the school even. Quinn would have killed her.
"Mr. Schuester that's not the issue, I am perfectly capable of pretending to share chemistry with Finn." Her heart raced; she didn't miss the glimmer of depression in Finn's eyes as she spoke.
"Well, I'm not so worried about you Rachel . . . Finn." His head snapped up from his chest, his expression full of worry and exhaustion. Rachel felt a tempting need to comfort him.
She froze, shaking the thought out of her mind. No, she was not giving in. He doesn't deserve her sympathy. He doesn't deserve anything from her. Not with the way he was treating her.
"Uhm, I don't know," he mumbled, his voice ruffled in udder sadness. Her hands clenched into fists, as the need to touch him grew more intense.
Mr. Schuester sighed heavily, clapping his hands together. "Alright, well, let's try it a couple more times okay? Then you two can go home."
He swirled around, walking towards the stereo at the other side of the stage. "Make this one count."
Rachel breathed shakily, turning towards Finn so that their bodies were touching. The heat that passed through their intertwined core sent shivers down her spine and she trembled at the contact.
He kept his face rigid, blank, and clean from all emotion as she looked up at him. "At least try to like me this time okay? Then we can leave and you can go back home, pretending I never existed."
His guarded expression crumbled around his defenses, and for the first time in a month, she witnessed complete despair on his face. "Rach – "
"No," she whispered brokenly as she stepped away from him, taking her place at the center of the stage. "It's better if we just don't talk."
His eyes dwelled in sadness, and her heart broke slowly inside her chest. Why does it look so broken? Isn't this what he wanted?
The auditorium lights flickered off above them, cutting the gaze between the two students as blackness surrounded their vision. A small scream escaped Rachel's lips, goose bumps rising high above her skin.
"Rachel?"
Finn's soft voice echoed through the dark room, and she felt his large hand grip onto hers. It was gentle and light, and just it just felt so right. "What the hell's going on?" she whispered, blinking furiously for the blackness to settle in.
She felt Finn shrug beside her. "Mr. Schuester!" he called out, his free hand cupping his mouth as a blow horn. "Mr. Schue are you here?"
No answer.
"Maybe he left to find out what happened to the lights," Rachel explained, trembling as a light shudder rippled fearfully through her. Finn nodded, pulling her closer to the inside of his arms cautiously. "Come on, let's find the light switch."
She cringed closer in his chest as he led the way around the room, his hand reaching out for any oncoming objects that would block their way. They slowly tiptoed along the stage, scared of the thought of blindly falling off as the darkness continued to swallow them whole.
She whimpered quietly as she felt herself stepping into a puddle of unknown liquid, the substance soaking through her shoes. "What . . . is that water?" Finn asked as he felt himself land in the same pile. Water? No, it was too thick for that.
"I don't know, it seems too – " Her sentence was interrupted as she felt something tug at the end of her foot, forcing her to fall forward, her hands leaving the comfort and safeness of Finn's body.
She fell to the concrete floor of the stage with a loud thud, her elbows skidding across the wood. She gasped out in adrenaline, the rush of falling vibrating through her senses and veins.
"Rachel! Rach, are you okay?" She sniffled harshly, letting the short period of pain wash over her as she propped herself upwards, preparing to stand up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a slip."
She heard him chuckle softly at the relief. "What did you trip on?" he asked, his concerned voice filing in. She froze at the question. "I don't know . . ."
She felt his forceful hand on her shoulder, as she struggled to lift herself upwards. "Wait, just stay down for a second, I think the switch is around here somewhere."
She sighed heavily, patiently waiting at the cold floor of the auditorium, waiting for the brightness to shine and brighten her eyes. Finn's footsteps faltered closely beside her, when she heard him gasp in delight. "Found them!"
There was a small click and the lights above them flickered brightly, shinning the room with light. She beamed as her vision became clearer, quickly turning towards the object that caused her to fall over.
She froze.
It was Mr. Schuester's bleeding body.
What do you think? Is Mr. Schuester dead? Or Alive? Here's a couple of spoiler quotes for the next chapter:
"We can't leave him here! (Mr. Schuester's body or corpse?)"
"No, I'm letting you go alone, I'm coming with you."
"The doors jammed, every single one is."
Well hope those spoilers tie you over before the next update:) HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND PLEASURE REVIEW!