I don't own glee but this is how I see the slap playing out. Please read!
Rachel shimmied her way out of the gym towards the toilets in desperate need of somewhere, anywhere, to clear her head. The night had been very eventful in ways that Rachel could not have predicted. Currently, Kurt was being spun around by Blaine with the King's crown propped in his hair at an exact angle. Rachel had considered going outside for fresh air like everybody else would but she knew that with her luck Jesse or Finn would be waiting there and she would have to endure the awkward conversation that followed. This was her prom too and she was determined to enjoy what was left of the night.
She pushed the door open to be greeted by a strange sight; she had expected to find it empty with everybody outside cheering on the prom royalty as the night was getting into full swing but there was one other occupant. Quinn was dabbing ferociously at her eyes with a piece of scrunched up toilet paper, blotting the tears away. When she saw Rachel she stopped and scowled even more before turning on her heel to face her. "You!" she hissed, Rachel could almost sense the poison that Quinn sent out with that one word. If looks could kill the soloist would be slowly dying right about now. Instead, Rachel rolled her eyes at the typical moodiness. Tonight had not been good for Quinn.
Her boyfriend/date had been kicked out of prom for fighting over his ex-girlfriend in front of her and then she had lost out on Prom Queen when she had been campaigning for at least a month. This night was supposed to be sensational for her but things had just turned out to be horrendous. Rachel assumed that it was only normal for Quinn to take it out on her.
She smiled gently and went to join her by the mirrors. "I'm sorry that you didn't win Prom Queen." Rachel feigned sympathy: maybe she had been sick of the sight of stupid prom posters advertising the blonde for royalty but she knew how much it meant to her and Rachel knew all too well what it felt like to miss out on your goals. It hurt. She could try to be nice to her former enemy at this time, she deserved it.
"No, you're not!" she spat out. Her body was shaking with rage. Anger was not a pretty look for Quinn. Rachel frowned slightly at the retort, of course she was sorry. Quinn had encouraged her to move on from Finn and that was exactly what Rachel was doing mainly to make the former cheerio happy because she was fed up of fighting.
Quinn turned to leave, she could not control her fury right now but Rachel followed persistent on making it up to her. Why did Rachel have to be so damn determined? Why couldn't she be wrong? Why did she have to be perfect? Why couldn't she be flawed just like Quinn was? Why did she have to be so perfect that Quinn's boyfriend was irrevocably in love with her causing the pair to lose the vote (or so she believed)?
Quinn turned around quickly, her eyes cold with vehemence. "You did this to me!" she screamed and before the brunette knew what was happening, a cold hand struck her across the face with more power than she could imagine possible. Instinctively, Rachel raised her hand to cover her, now throbbing, cheek, and stare at Quinn in hurt and confusion.
"W-what?" whispered Rachel, tears escaping despite her attempts to hold them back.
Quinn shook her head, refusing to answer and made a beeline for the door. She was heading home. Prom had been more than a disappointment and she couldn't be bothered with answering to the complaints that she would surely get when Rachel snitched on what happened. Whatever, they all loved her more anyway especially Finn. She didn't care anymore, what was the point in trying? She had tried so hard for the crown and it had ended in failure. Kurt had won it as some sort of cruel prank although he didn't seem too upset; people were really just out to get Quinn weren't they? She had been teased with the poll results into actually believing that she could have her moment before retiring to a life of selling houses.
Rachel could feel her legs buckling, she wanted to slump down on the floor and let the tears stream down her face and mess up her makeup but she knew better. The show must go on, she thought before trying to compose herself in the mirror. She had to get out of here.
As soon as she re-entered the gym she saw Mercedes and Sam dancing merrily, at least they were happy. Her gaze was averted to Kurt who was laying his head on Blaine's chest and swaying slowly even though this was a fast pop song. The rest of the glee club was scattered around the hall. She didn't have the power to say goodbye to any of them, if they were in this situation then they would understand.
Rachel should have known better than to think that she could escape without explaining why beforehand. Instantly, Mercedes' eyes fogged over with worry as she traced the retreating figure, she broke away from her dancing partner and ran after Rachel with Sam in tow.
"Rach," she shouted. "Wait up!" Rachel whipped her head round. She was too weak to get away now, they were close, and she knew she would have to describe what happened- a task that she highly wanted to avoid. "What's up?" questioned Mercedes as soon as they were close enough so that they didn't have to shout over the blaring music.
Rachel shrugged but Mercedes just raised an eyebrow. That was evidently not an answer.
"What's wrong Rachel?" Mercedes asked giving Rachel the obvious support that she needed from falling over. Now Sam was coming closer and he was already calling over Kurt whose face was crumpled with concern (an expression mirrored by Blaine).
Rachel sighed: "It's nothing, I mean it's something but-" she stopped, understanding that Quinn would like to keep this a secret for her own benefit. She wouldn't spread what had happened, it would only lead to a downfall for Rachel and a fight shared between the couple, she didn't want any of that to happen she just wanted to get away from the embarrassment. "I just need to get home." She was scared more than anything, fear was eating away at her at what Quinn might do next, if she slapped Rachel she could pretty much do anything if she was annoyed at her. Her thoughts were still on her face where her cheek stung having been branded by the icy fingers of Quinn.
Kurt and Blaine were now by her side. Of course the countertenor could tell that something was wrong with his friend and he knew from her expression exactly who it was, mainly because for a while a few years ago that girl had been his daily annoyance and he had worn that very same expression which was one of the reasons that he offered, "I'll run you home then," he had already linked arms with her so that she couldn't refuse. "Blaine go dance with Brittany and Tina, they've wanted you to do so since your song and I've been hogging you. I'll be back in twenty minutes." Blaine nodded and Kurt whisked Rachel away who felt fragile in his arms. Rachel was already complaining and saying that her dads would pick her up but Kurt wasn't listening, instead he was assisting her out of the massive doors to the halls and out to the car park.
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