Hi, new update, lol. For the record the italics is Artie talking, the story is Artie telling the story about what is happening.
For those who don't know what the show Riverdale is about, it's basically the dark version of Archie Comics, I swear to you the show is great, it is now up on Netflix so you guys can binge watch season 1. I really recommend for everyone who has not seen it to see it lol.
At the end I'll explain character details.
Anyways on with it. ;).
Warning: I don't own Riverdale or Glee, all rights to it's rightful owner.
Chapter 3: Double Body.
Guilt. Innocence.
Good. Evil.
Life. Death.
As the shadows around Lima deepened, the lines that separated these polar opposites, blurred and disoriented.
"I'm guilty." Quinn said in biology class.
But of what?
Quinn was sitting in the chair, with Principal Schuester and Sheriff Hummel staring at her, after closing the blinds to keep the students from watching.
"To clarify, I didn't mean I was guilty of killing Sam. I loved him more than I do myself." Quinn began to say. "But I am guilty, of lying, about what happened on July 4th."
Both adults just stared at the blonde girl in front of them not sure if they believe in her.
Finally Sheriff Hummel spoke up. "The autopsy puts his death about July 11th. When was the last time you saw your brother?" he asked.
Quinn looked at him. "It was July 4th, I don't know what happened the week after that, but."
"Quinn in your own words, what happened at Ottawa River?" Sheriff Hummel asked.
"The plan was bananas even for me." Quinn began to explain. "Sam wanted to leave Lima, and never come back. He asked for my help, to stage a tragic accident so our mom and dad wouldn't come after him. Our story would be that we went for an early morning boat ride, and the boat tipped, and capsized, and Sam drowned. In fact, we made it to the other side dry as bones. We said goodbye on the other side of Ottawa River. He promised he'd call me as soon as he was in a place where he couldn't be reached or pulled back by our parents. One month, at the most. Every day, I waited for him to call, for an email." she said.
She remembered that day. The day her and Sam were at the river on the boat crossing the river, and hugging each other goodbye, Sam was walking away and Quinn was desperate to keep her brother there with her, because she didn't know why he was running away.
"You tell anyone about the plan?" Sheriff Hummel asked. "Anyway that you corroborate it?" he asked. "And you have no idea why your brother wanted to run away, fake his own death? Doesn't that seem cruel?"
Quinn looked down, not liking the fact that Sheriff Hummel was sitting right in front of her, accusing her, that she was incapable of murdering her brother. Tears gathered in Quinn's eyes as she looked up and stared at Sheriff Hummel.
"No he wasn't." Quinn spoke up, voice cracking. "Sam wasn't cruel."
"So maybe this is all just a web of lies you're spinning to cover your own tracks." Sheriff Hummel accused Quinn.
"I didn't kill Sam!" Quinn screamed. She hated the fact that Sheriff Hummel was accusing her, she hated that this was even happening, she hated the fact that her brother, Sam, is actually gone. She calmed down a bit and continued "There was a gunshot that morning. We heard a gunshot on July Fourth." she told them remembering the gunshot. "Maybe whoever killed Sam, took a shot at him, and missed that morning."
"You heard a gunshot, and you're just telling us this now?" Sheriff Hummel asked, looking at Principal Schuester who stood in the back quietly listening to the conversation.
"I was upset. My brother was murdered." Quinn explained.
"So upset, that you sang and danced at a pep rally yesterday?" Sheriff Hummel asked, accusing her even more.
Before Quinn can even defend her actions, the door slammed open, and Judy and Russell Fabray entered the office. Principal Schuester, stood up straighter, not liking the way the Fabray's had entered.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Russell asked, glaring at the two adults in the room.
"Mommy." Quinn said alarmed.
Judy walked up to Quinn and leaned down to her ear. "Don't say another word, Quinn. Get up." Judy grabbed her and stood her up as the trio made their way out the door. "Why didn't you call us?" she asked, as she watched Russell tightly dragged Quinn out that office.
"Because, she's a liar, Judy." Russell told his wife, Judy.
"When we get home, you're telling us everything." Judy told her as they left the school, with everyone watching them in wonder.
Finn stood there, as he watched Quinn get taken away, he stared at the floor, thinking if there was any way he can help her.
Whitney walked in to Brittany's room and threw down the newspaper on top of her book.
"Hot off the presses." Whitney told her as she made her way out the door.
Brittany looked up from her work and grabbed the newspaper, reading the headlines.
"Mom." Britt called out, standing up. "First you leak Sam Fabray's autopsy report. And now this?" she asked as she walked up to her mother.
"People are loving the coverage." Whitney said, defending her purpose of the headlines.
"You have to stop sensationalizing this horrible thing." Brittany said, lightly scolding her mother.
"It's news Brittany" Whitney began. "We own Lima Register. We have a responsibility to keep people informed."
Brittany sighed. "Whatever Sam did to Polly, he's still a person." she told her mom.
"You reap, what you sow." Whitney told her.
"You should be writing the real story." Brittany told her mom. "What happened to Sam? Who was holding him captive? Why was he frozen? And who shot that gun on July Fourth?" she asked, firing all the questions to Whitney.
"Well, if you are so keen on reporting, why don't you come work with your father and me?" Whitney asked her. "The Register could really use a Lois Lane type like you." she told her, smiling as she snatched the newspaper from Brittany's hand and walked away.
Brittany stood there, watching her mother go, as she thought about it. Debating if she wanted to work for her parents.
Finn was walking through the hallways, and he stopped by the music door. He peeked through the window and noticed Ms. Holiday playing the cello. He stood there watching her, debating if he should come clean and wondering how can he leave her out the picture, so he won't ruin anything.
He sighed, he glanced down, and back up, he sighed again and walked away from the door and made his way into the office and towards Principal Schuester's office to come clean.
He entered the office, and smile tightly at the two adults, as he sat down when Sheriff Hummel motioned for him to sit down.
"I think I know something that can help with the Fabray investigation." Finn informed them both. Principal Schuester looked at Sheriff Hummel, and Sheriff Hummel stared at Finn. "People are saying that Quinn heard a gunshot?" he asked.
"That's what she's claiming, yes." Sheriff Hummel responded.
Finn just sat there and stared at him. "I heard it too." he told him. Principal Schuester once again glanced at Sheriff Hummel, while Finn explained. "I was there that morning. I didn't say anything, because at first, like everyone, I thought Sam had drowned. But then when the autopsy came out and said he died later..." Finn explained
"What were you doing down at the River so early on July Fourth?" Sheriff Hummel asked.
"Umm, I was working on some songs." Finn said. "I uhh... write songs."
"Did you see who fired the shot?" Sheriff Hummel asked, interrogating him even more.
"No sir." Finn responded, shaking his head a bit.
"Were you alone?" Sheriff Hummel asked, looking at him.
"No sir." Finn said after a small pause of silence, staring at him back.
"Who were you with?" Sheriff asked.
Finn stared at him, as he remembered his July Fourth morning with Ms. Holiday saying that they were gonna make a July Fourth, he'd never forget, and then hearing the gunshot, he mentally hesitated on protecting her, finally he responded. "My dog, Vegas."
The two adults stared at each other, hearing Finn's confession.
"So, are you a suspect now?" Rachel asked, as she stared at her hand, and then back up to the others.
Rachel, Kurt, Finn and Brittany were all currently sitting around the student's lounge, talking about what's been going on and the whole Sam Fabray investigation.
"My dad says we all are. Including me." Kurt told Rachel.
"Not me girl." Rachel began. "I don't know these people." she said smiling at Brittany and then Kurt.
Kurt just turned to Britt. "Guys, should we maybe re-binge Making a Murderer on Netflix tonight?" he teased. Rachel and Brittany giggled.
Brittany laughed and reached to grab some chips. "Sorry. Can't. Gotta stay late to work on the paper." she told him.
"Count me out too. I've got a date tonight." Rachel told them.
"You do?" Finn asked, raising his eyebrow.
"Which Lima hottie made the cut?" Kurt asked. Rachel just bit her lip, amused staring at the boy who asked her out on a date.
"Hey Rach, I'll swing by the Pembrooke to pick you up at 8:00?" Azimio spoke up, as he put on his jacket, with Puck and Mike right behind him. Finn, Kurt and Brittany turned to him.
"I'll be waiting." Rachel told him, smiling.
"Cool." Azimio said, smirking. Puck and Mike glanced at each other, and turned to smirk at Rachel too, and followed Azimio out.
"Azimio Adams?" Britt asked.
"You're going on a date with Azimio?" Kurt asked as well.
"He's kind of a player." Britt warned to Rachel.
Kurt turned to her. "Who cares? He's the hottest of the hot, and he's the varsity's football coach's son. In Lima, that's like dating a Kennedy." he exclaimed.
Rachel smiled amused and leaned forward, just raising her eyebrows at both, Brittany and Kurt.
Brittany was in the school's old newsletter room. She was fixing up the the place when Artie stepped in the room, noticing her.
"If print journalism is dead, why am I here?" Artie asked as he leaned against the door.
"The Red and Silver isn't dead, Art. It's just dormant." Britt told him, as she wiped away dust from the computer. "But waking up." she finished.
Artie walked in looking around checking the things around and not really responding to Britt. Brittany just spoke up.
"You're writing a novel right? About Sam Fabray's murder?" Britt asked Artie.
"I am." Artie responded, holding up the magnifying glass up. "Lima's very own In Cold Blood."
"Which started out as series of articles." she told him. "I'm hoping you'll come and write for the Red and Silver." She said staring at him now, giving him a soft smile.
"I just don't think the school's paper is right fit for my voice." Artie told her.
"Art." Britt sighed out, now walking up to him. "Sam's death changed Lima. People don't want to admit that but it's true. We all feel it. Nothing this bad was supposed to happen here, but it did. And I want to know why." she explained to him.
Artie just stared at her in wonder. "Would I get complete freedom?" he asked.
"I'll help, and edit, and suggest. But it's your story, it's your voice." Britt explained.
"Doesn't sound like complete freedom, but... I'm in." Artie told her smiling now as he saw her face light up as she clapped her hands together smiling brightly at him.
"Okay great! Um, in that case, I have your first assignment. There's one person who was at the river on July 4th, that no one's talking about." Brittany began to explain, jumping in on the case.
"Jacob Ben Israel and his scouts." Artie replied.
Britt nodded. "Exactly." she told him, pointing her finger to him.
Artie just smiled a little as he stared at her and then passed his thumb to his nose as a sign and then turned around to leave the room. Brittany just bit her lip and then sighed and turned around to start working around the room.
Chris was sitting on the chair in the living room, when Finn walked through his house door, with his guitar and sighed.
"Hey." Finn called out to his dad.
"I texted you. Where were you?" Chris asked his son, as he watched Finn set his guitar case down.
"Football practice. Then I was writing." Finn responded, as Vegas came up to him excitedly.
"Songs? Your music?" Chris asked as he stood up, walking up to Finn now. "I thought you and Artie were on road trip on the Fourth? Then I talked with Sheriff Hummel, so guess that was a lie." he told his son, in all seriousness.
Finn sighed and stood up. "Dad, we were gonna go, but..."
"You should have come to me, Finn. We could've gone to the sheriff together." Chris said cutting his son off from explanation.
"I didn't want to drag you into it, dad." Finn told him, as he now started to walk away from his dad.
"That was an error in judgement." Chris told Finn.
"Sorry, dad. Sorry I'm not perfect." Finn told him, now frowning as he paused at the stairs.
"You know, you're pretty far from perfect lately, Finn. That's why you're grounded." Chris told his son seriously.
"What?" Finn asked in disbelief. "Are you serious?" he asked his dad.
"So, in this house, every night for two weeks, 7:00." Chris stated. "You want some alone time with your music? You got it." he finished off.
"I'm not ten years old, dad. You just can't." Finn started to say loudly.
"You want to go for three?" Chris asked cutting him off.
Finn just stopped and stared at his dad, wanting to glare at him. But he couldn't, he just scoffed and left before he said anything he regretted. Chris just watched his son leave to his room.
"Okay, okay, let me try again. Let me try again." Azimio said. Rachel just giggled, as she tried to get the phone out of his hand, but had him pulling it further away from her.
They were currently stationed and sitting in Azimio's truck trying to take a picture.
"Let me see it?" Rachel asked.
"You don't trust me?" Azimio asked her.
Rachel just chuckled a bit more "No, no, no, fine. You can take it." she told him. Azimio put his phone up and she just scooted closer and posed for the camera, Azimio finally took the picture. "Okay, let me see. Photo approval." she told him, as Azimio handed her his phone. Rachel looked at it and then at him and smiled. "Fine." she whispered.
Azimio chuckled along side her. Then he turned to her. "You are different than what I thought you'd be. A former It Girl from New York, made off like a fall from grace? I assumed you'd be high maintenance." he admitted to her, Rachel just stared at him amused. "Now tell me, what do you miss most about home?" he asked her, leaning towards her.
"Only everything." Rachel answered him. "I forgot how exhausting it is to be the new kid" she told him.
"Try being the new kid whose dad is also the new teacher." Azimio responded to her. "Also the new coach." he added.
Rachel just smiled. "Well, from an outsider's point of view, you've not only proven yourself, but you've raised the bar for everyone around you. Varsity football, Dean's List. Ivy League aspirations." Rachel started to tell Azimio, he just stared at her smirking. "Oh, yes, you've been vetted handsome. Rachel Berry is nothing if not an informed consumer." she finished off.
Azimio just stared at her, smiling. "I'm gonna have my hands full with you huh?" he flirted.
"I'm betting you can handle it." Rachel flirted back, staring at him.
Azimio stared at her for a bit, he licked his lips and leaned to kiss her, Rachel accepted and kissed back, making their make out heated.
The next day, Finn was leaning against some cabinets, watching Ms. Holiday pacing.
"Why did you tell them about the gunshot?" Ms. Holiday asked worried.
"They were going to crucify Quinn. I had to help her." Finn responded, defending himself.
"You were in the clear. We were in the clear." Holly Holiday told him frantically.
"I left your name out it." Finn told her. "So it's not a big deal."
Ms. Holiday scoffed. "No big deal, Finn? You are caught up in a murder investigation. What if Sheriff Hummel decides to keep digging, and it somehow leads to us, to our relationship?" she told him, getting a bit angry. Thinking that this stupid teen was going to blow her cover.
"I'll stick to my story." Finn responded back. "I'll protect you."
Ms. Holiday just stared at him shaking her head and looked away. "I'm suspending our lessons." she told him walking away from him.
Finn just stared at her. "What?" he asked.
He just stared at her and she left the room, mentally cursing at himself.
Britt and Rachel were at her locker, when Kurt ran up to them. "So, how'd it go with Azimio?" he asked her.
Rachel just chuckled "Azimio has muscles for days, but his conversation is not the stuff of Oscar Wilde, or even Diablo Cody." she responded to him.
Before Kurt or Brittany can say anything, Sugar and Kitty walked by. "Hey Rachel. How was the Sticky Maple you had last night?" Sugar asked.
"The what now?" Rachel asked.
"The Sticky Maple, Azimio, gave you. How was it?" Kitty asked, smirking at her.
"We had brownie sundae, if that's what you hyenas mean." Rachel retorted back, getting angry.
Kurt and Brittany looked at Quinn's minions go and Kurt pulled out his phone, when he got a notification. "Oh my god." he said.
"What." Rachel asked angrily. She snatched the phone from his hand and looked at the picture. It was a picture of her and Azimio from last night, only she had maple syrup covering her face. "What the hell is a Sticky Maple." she asked fuming.
"It's kind of what it sounds like. It's a Lima thing." Kurt responded, trying to explain things without hurting her, everyone around them was staring at Rachel, whispering about her.
Rachel just stared at the picture and glared a little. "No, Kurt, it's a slut-shaming thing. And I'm neither a slut, nor am I going to be shamed by someone named, excuse me, Azimio Adams." she told both Kurt and Brittany. She looked back down at the picture.
"Does he really think he can get away with this? Does he not know who I am?" Rachel asked fuming once again. "I will cut the brakes on his souped-up phallic symbol."
"Or we can go to Principal Schuester." Britt spoke up, hoping that'd calm Rachel down.
"About the coach's son? Who is captain of the football team, and Lima High's resident golden boy?" Rachel asked angrily.
"Or I can expose him in the pages of the Red and Silver. Yeah, I can do that!" Britt began to explain, trying to calm her friend down. Kurt just stared at them both.
"No. Spoken like a true good girl who always follows the rules." Rachel told her angrily. "Well, I don't follow rules, I make them, and when necessary, I break them." she told Britt, shoving the phone back to Kurt, shoving him back as well, walking away angrily.
Britt turned to Kurt and apologized through her eyes and rushed to follow an angry Rachel.
"You wanna help me get revenge on Azimio, Britt, awesome." Rachel said in her true ice bitch attitude. "But you better be willing to go full dark, no stars." she explained. Britt paused. "What do you say, in or out?" Rachel sneered.
Brittany just stared at her, and then rushed to follow her again.
The door to the boy's locker room, burst open and Rachel entered. "Move." she said to the guys. Rachel just looked around, trying to find Azimio, while Britt followed her, holding her hand covering her eyes. "Excuse me." Rachel would say when the athletes would get in her way.
Finn turned and bumped into Rachel, his towel began to fall off, and he quickly held on to it.
"Rachel? Britt? What are you guys doing here?" Finn asked confused as he secured his towel around his waist.
"Don't worry about it." Rachel told him, trying to get past him. Finn didn't let her and got in her way again trying to ask what was happening when Rachel snapped "I mean it Hudson! Hit the showers and stay out of my way." she sneered at him, pushing him away.
Rachel finally managed to find Azimio, talking to Mike and she cleared her throat.
Azimio heard and turned around, smirking. "Huh, B and R. Menage a right on. Ladies." he said amused.
Rachel just glared at him and raised her phone. "This is disgusting. Take it down." she sneered.
"Whoa, whoa. Why are you so wound up? It's a badge of honor, and you're not exactly virgin territory after your closet date with Hudson." Azimio taunted.
"Okay, that's beyond irrelevant, Azimio. You're not allowed to go around humiliating girls, for any reason, under any circumstances, you jerk." Britt sneered at him.
"Look, I get you're not a closet kind of girl, but hey, if you wanna ride the Azimio Wagon, that can be arranged." he told Britt, smirking.
Rachel turned to her friend and scoffed. "Let's keep this simple, so that your preppy-murderer half-brain can grasp it. Take. This. The. Hell. Down." Rachel sneered, almost threatening him, as she walked up to him.
"Okay, that high-toned bitch attitude may have worked on the betas you dated in New York, but you're in Titan territory." Azimio taunted.
Mike was quick to do a Titan cry, with the others following. Rachel just glared at Mike and then back at Azimio.
"But please, fight back." Azimio told Rachel, he stepped and walked up to her, and leaned in to her ear. "You'll only make it harder on yourself." he told her and left.
Rachel just glared at the golden boy, and she tried to calm down. Rachel and Britt just shared a look, and they both left, leaving Britt to comfort Rachel.
"And in that moment of hesitation, you're dead. All of you are dead." Jacob Ben Israel said.
Jacob Ben Israel was talking to his scouts, telling them about how they should protect themselves.
Artie made his way towards him "At ease, Israel." he said, scaring JBI. "I'm writing an article for the Red and Silver. Hoping you can help." he told JBI.
Jacob just crossed his arms. "Dismissed." he commanded as all his scouts left. "But stay close."
"Quinn and Finn both say they heard a gunshot the morning of July 4th, but they don't know who fired." Artie began to ask.
"Sheriff Hummel already asked me about this. And like I told him, my Scouts and I, we didn't hear anything weird." Jacob responded back.
Artie just bit his tongue. "Well, did you see anything weird?" he asked, stepping up to him now.
"A white-winged crossbill. A long-eared owl" Jacob said back sarcastically. Artie just rolled his eyes and noticed Ryder, staring right at their conversation.
Ryder quickly looked away, and Artie frowned.
"Oh, and Quinn, sitting by the river, soaking wet." Jacob stated.
Artie just stared at him, almost glaring at him, not believing anything he was saying.
Finn was sitting in his desk, his hand on his head, doing his work, and thinking how his day was going.
"Psst Finn. " Quinn whispered, getting Finn's attention. "Thanks to you, Finn, I'm not girl who cried gunshot. You believed me when not even my parents did." she told him.
"I just told the truth." Finn responded back honestly.
"Which is why I want to repay your kindness." Quinn told him.
"Quinn, truly, that's not why I came forward." Finn sighed out.
"Save the, "Aw, shucks" for Brittany, I'm granting you one wish, Finn. Nothing is off the table." Quinn told him. She bit her bottom lip and released it. "Except for my body. Sam would want you to be rewarded." she finally finished saying.
Finn just stared at ground for the longest, thinking, and then he looked up at her. "Actually there is one thing." he told her smiling.
Finn was perched up on the arm of the couch playing his guitar, when Mercedes finally walked in room.
Mercedes just cleared her throat to get Finn's attention. Finn stopped playing and looked up.
"Hey, Mercedes." Finn greeted.
Mercedes smiled at him. "I love my girl Quinn, so I am doing her this solid. She said that you needed help your music since Ms. Holiday bailed on you?" she asked him. Finn nodded. "The Pussycats are playing my mom's event, The Taste of Lima, and we are rehearsing every night this week. Come. Observe. Learn." she told him, she turned and walked away.
"This week I'm, uh, I'm grounded." Finn began to say. Mercedes turned to him and raised her eyebrow at him. "Yeah, okay, not your problem. I'll make it work." he told her.
Mercedes smiled. "Okay." she said and walked away.
Finn just smiled. "Thank you!" he just watched Mercedes spin and smiled him.
Finn just smiled and scoffed a little, amused.
Rachel sat on the dining table alone, looking a her phone, looking through the comments. She looked disgusted as she read through the comments.
"Hey, I've been meaning to ask. How was your date last night?" Shelby asked her daughter as she walked in. "I like the looks of that boy."
"The more handsome on the outside, the more rotten on the inside." Rachel sneered darkly, as she went back to do her homework.
Shelby frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked her daughter.
"Nothing, just that he's not really my type." Rachel said, not looking at her mother, her phone began to vibrate and she got it. "This is Brittany. Can I take it?" she asked her mom.
Shelby nodded. "Yeah."
Rachel answered. "Hello?"
Shelby just stared after her daughter getting a bit worried, she watched as she grabbed her stuff and left the apartment.
Rachel walked the lone halls of Lima High, making her way to the lounge where Britt asked her to meet up. She entered the room and paused when she noticed a group of girls sitting there, some were Cheerios, others were just girls that were involved in other clubs.
"This story is bigger than we thought." Britt spoke up. "I started asking around, to see if what happened to you happened to anyone else, and if anyone would go on record." she said.
"I will." Sunshine Corazon replied. "100%." she said looking at everyone.
"Okay." Britt replied softly to her. "It's five guys on the football team. Azimio and his posse. Sunshine was about to tell us..." Britt told Rachel.
Sunshine cut Brittany quickly and started to talk. "One day last year, Azimio and I talked in the library for 10 minutes. I helped him with a Pre-Cal problem, and nothing happened. But the next day, he... He started telling people that I let him do stuff to me. Like sex stuff." she explained. Rachel just looked down in disgust and gave Britt a sad look. "And then he... Or one of his goons, wrote, "Sloppy seconds" on my locker." Sunshine finished.
Quinn was at the door listening to the story. "Yes, yes, we've all heard your tragic origin story." she sneered from the doorway. Rachel turned to face her and she rolled her eyes at her.
Britt just ignored her and placed her hand on Sunshine's shoulder. "I'm so, so sorry, Sunshine. That's horrible." she told her.
"Not as horrible as being a suspect in your own brother's torture-murder case, but we all have our crosses." Quinn said, telling them all. "In the meantime, Lima Cheerios, practice starts in five minutes, sluts, so..." she ordered.
But before Quinn can say anything more, Sunshine cut her off. "They're ruining our lives, and to them it's just a game. They keep score and..."
"Wait, what do you mean, keep score?" Rachel asked Sunshine.
"Each conquest earns them points. They keep track in some secret playbook." Sunshine explained.
Rachel just sighed and smiled up at the ceiling in disbelief.
"Okay, we have to talk to Schuester." Brittany spoke up.
"I already tried. Schuester said that he didn't find anything." Sunshine said.
"Okay, we need undeniable proof." Britt said.
"Proof of what, Nancy Drew, that boys will be boys?" Quinn spoke up. "And that playbook reeks of Urban legend." she said.
Rachel just stared at the girls a little a bit and then turned to Quinn. "How would you know Quinn?" she asked her harshly.
Quinn glared at Rachel. "Because, Frida Shallow, before he died, my brother was co-captain of the football team with Azimio, and Sam never mentioned it, and he would never allow it." she told them all. Rachel just looked back at Britt not believing this girl.
Rachel just scoffed and turned back to Quinn. "Okay, well, I never met your brother, but I'm not lying about what happened to me. And Sunshine is not lying. And proof or no proof, book or no book, I am going scorched earth on these privileged, despicable miscreants." she said walking up to Quinn.
Quinn just crossed her arm and looked down, Rachel was bring back her ice attitude, she's gotten it once and she's getting it again.
Rachel was now standing in front of Quinn "You wanna get caught in that backdraft, Quinn? Call me, or any of these beautiful, young, strong, intelligent women... Slut. One. More. Time." she sneered at her.
Quinn just looked up at Rachel and she smiled a little, liking the fact that Rachel was actually willing to do something about the whole Sticky Maple situation.
Ryder was sitting in a booth at Pop's with his dad. "Right. Yeah, I'm gonna take care of the check, all right. Save me some." he told Ryder.
His dad left and Ryder looked down, and quickly Artie was somewhat squatting or crouching on the booth and plucked the cherry off his milkshake
Ryder just stared at him. "What the hell man?" he asked Artie.
Artie just stared at him. "I saw the way looked at me. During Grizzly training. " he told him as he started to eat the food that was on the table. "You're hiding something." he said, as he pointed the fork to him.
Ryder sighed. "It's Scoutmaster Israel. He's lying."
"About what?" Artie asked eating more of his food.
"The gunshot. It was him." Ryder told him. Artie stopped eating and he frowned at him. "He was teaching us how to shoot targets." he told Artie, remembering that July Fourth watching JBI shooting that shot.
Artie leaned forward and slammed his both hands on the booth table. "Jacob Ben Israel, shot the gun, on July Fourth?" he asked him.
Ryder leaned in forward. "He's a hardcore survivalist. He says if we don't protect ourselves, no one will." he told Artie.
Artie just stared at him, he looked down and then back up at him, hearing the interesting news.
Finn was frantically stuffing his bed and grabbing his stuff, he grabbed his guitar and turned off his room light and made his way out the window to sneak out his room.
He ran off and rushed to where Mercedes had told him to meet up.
"Tina is our tech queen." Santana explained to Finn, as she looked up to her friend.
Finn chuckled. "And you're the song writer?" he asked Santana. She smiled and nodded. "I would love to..." he began but he got cut off when the door banged open.
Mercedes enter and closed the door. "Love to what?" she asked. "That's the real question. What exactly you expect to get out of this experience."
Finn sighed and looked at Santana and Tina. "Short version. I just want you to hear you guys play my songs." he admitted to Mercedes, she just scoffed. "Making them better. Recording them." Finn finished saying.
"So, you feel qualified to write songs for the Pussycats?" Mercedes asked him.
Finn looked at her. "Uh, yeah." he responded.
"For Divas of Race?" Mercedes told him.
"No." Finn answered, he then looked at all three Pussycats. "Maybe-maybe." he added.
"Look, this isn't LA or New York. This is Lima, and people's mind are opening up. But do you have any idea how much hate mail my mom got when she was elected mayor?" Mercedes asked him.
"I campaigned for you mom, I get it." Finn told her.
Mercedes just scoffed. "No, no, no baby you don't. Do you know why we are called the Pussycats. Because we have to claw our way into the same rooms, you can just waltz into. So if you think you can write my experience..." she began to explain to him.
"Mercy?" Santana called out.
Finn held his hand out to stop her. "It's okay Santana. She's right." he told her.
Mercedes just nodded at him. "Good." and walked away from him to set up.
Brittany was sitting in her chair, writing down stuff, when Sunshine walked in with Matt Cohen Chang.
Sunshine knocked and Brittany looked up. "Sunshine." she called out for her.
"Brittany, you know Matt Cohen Chang, right? Tina's brother?" Sunshine called out.
Matt smiled at Brittany. "Hey, what's up."
Brittany chuckled and smiled up at him. "Hey." she called up to him.
"He used to be on the football team." Sunshine told her.
"But I quit." Matt added. "When I saw Azimio's playbook. And I may know where it is." he told her.
Brittany just nodded, and her darkness loomed over again. and made up a plan.
"Football players behaving badly, what else is new?" Rachel asked, as her, Brittany, Kurt and Sunshine walked the school halls at night. "Steubenville, Glen Ridge. The coach's son being the ringleader. I mean, just how depraved is this town?" she told them.
"Color me impressed." Quinn said out loud. The group got scared and turned to her flashing their flashlights at her. "A, B & E, with a B & R. What would your holy roller mother say about this, Brittany?" Quinn asked.
"What are you doing here, Quinn?" Brittany asked, annoyed by her.
"And where did you get those thigh high boots? They're amazing." Kurt told her, gazing at Quinn's boots. Brittany just turned to him and rolled her eyes.
"Matt told Tina, who told Mercedes, who told Kitty, who told Sugar, who told me." Quinn said making her way towards them. "And I thought I would help out." she said.
"Help? Or derail our investigation?" Britt asked her.
Quin flashed her light to Britt's eyes. "Get over yourself Britt."
"Hey guys, get in here." Sunshine called out. Everyone and walked towards her, while she opened the book and looked through it. "Matt was right, they didn't bother to hide it."
Sunshine flipped through the pages and stopped at the one that wasn't filled yet, Rachel noticed. "New girl? Is that what I'm reduced to? Nine points?" she said. Quinn, standing beside her, held her laugh in.
"Better than Big Girl. 7.5" Sunshine told her.
"Polly's in this book." Britt pointed out.
"Next to Sam's name." Quinn added, her smiling fading now.
Britt just looked at Quinn and moved away from them, she sighed. Quinn stared at her and so did Rachel.
"I'm so sorry, Britt." Rachel told her.
"This isn't... Sam would never.." Quinn began to stammer out, trying her best to believe that what she was seeing wasn't true.
Brittany turned back around. "It's right there, Quinn! God, your brother hurt my sister. This is what guys like Sam and Azimio think about women. We're objects for them to abuse. And when they're done with us, they shame us into silence. They have zero remorse for the lives they destroy." she snapped.
Quinn just stared at the book, staring at her twin brother's name. "Maybe I don't know Sam." she said, in an uneven voice. She turned her flashlight off, and moved away from Rachel and Sunshine, and faced Brittany.
"I'll take a picture." Rachel began as she took a picture of the book. "We'll show Schuester. It'll be the perfect cover for your expose, Britt." she told her.
Brittany and Quinn, stared at each other, both pain in their eyes, Britt broke glance away and turned around angrily. "Yeah, but... No. These girls deserve justice, don't you think, Quinn?" she asked her.
Quinn just looked down, Rachel just looked at her. Brittany continued. "You want vengeance? You wanna go full dark, no stars, Rachel? I'm with you. And I have a plan." she said in all seriousness. Rachel just smiled at her, and Quinn just looked down.
"San, you're such a poet but these lyrics, they don't make sense. What is the hook? I mean, I need a line that catches." Mercedes told her.
"I hear that." Santana told her.
"This line." Mercedes said in frustration.
"I've been struggling." Santana said.
"What about Painting in the winds." Tina said.
They both turned to her and they said no.
"How about, "Paintings on her skin"?" Finn imputed.
"I kinda dig that." Santana said, and turned to face Mercedes.
Mercedes cleared her throat. "Alright, let's uh take it from the top." she counted the off and Santana and Tina began to harmonize, while she sang, adding Finn's line idea.
Finn sat there, smiling as he heard them sing, he chuckled a bit, happy that it went well as he watched Mercedes sing.
"That was... That was so good." Finn said, beaming at them.
"What else you got." Mercedes asked him.
Finn just leaned forwards and checked his notes. "Uh, I was thinking maybe we could invert the second and third verses."
All three girls just smiled at him and got to work.
Brittany sat in front of her mirror as she put on the red lipstick she had found in her sister's makeup bag.
Whitney stood there watching her. "Seduced Scarlet, dear." she asked her daughter.
"It's Polly's. I'm borrowing it." Brittany responded to her, not even looking at her mother, as she just icily looked at her reflection.
"Polly grew up too fast. I don't want you to make the same mistake." Whitney said.
"Well, I like it." Britt responded, still looking at her mirror. "It makes me feel... powerful." she said.
Whitney just grabbed a makeup remover wipe and walked over to stand behind her, and placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "You coming with us to the Mayor's shindig?" she asked.
Britt just looked at her mom through her mirror. "No. I'm going over to Rachel's to study for a test." she responded.
Whitney just harshly wiped off her lipstick. "I don't want you associating, with a girl like that." she said, scolding her. She threw the wipe down and Britt just gave her mother an evil look.
"Bad girl you mean? Get used to it, Mom. She's my friend." Britt said.
Whitney just lowered her head onto her shoulder, and grabbed Britt's lipstick. "Here. Pink Perfection. It's more you."
Brittany just grabbed the lipstick, and she gave her mother an icy look, and she left, then she just straight glared at her reflection at the hearing of the word perfect.
Brittany entered Pop's diner and turned to look and found Azimio sitting in a booth. She sighed and made her way towards him.
"Hey Azimio. Can I sit?" Britt asked, in such a fake innocent voice.
"Not if you wanna discuss Rachel." Azimio responded.
"Only insofar as... I've been thinking lately... How I wanna be more... like her." Britt said.
"You wanna be a bad girl?" Azimio asked.
Britt just gave him a dark evil look and smiled. "Maybe."
"Like your sister Polly was?" he asked her. Britt just frowned in confusion "Oh, yeah, Sam told us all about Polly. You know, prissy prude by day, freak in the sheets by night. Bad girls have more fun, right?" Azimio said.
Britt just held back her anger, and answered him. "Yeah. Maybe you can show me." she asked, giving him the same smile with a dark look in her eyes.
Azimio swallowed and answered. "Yes. Yes, I... I can do that. Um...When?" he asked.
"Tomorrow night." Brittany responded.
"Uh, your place or mine?" Azimio asked.
"Sunshine's" Britt responded, smiling. "She and her parents will be out. She'll leave us a key. We're friends. And she has a pool... And a hot tub." she told him, smiling.
"I'll be there." Azimio responded, smirking, as he stared at the beauty in front of him, smiling. "Definitely. Um. Hey, and don't worry. I'll be gentle." he told her.
Britt smiled. "Can't wait." she told him, she stood up, and left the booth.
Leaving a smug looking Azimio in the booth, smiling as he ate his fries.
Finn was sneaking back in his dark house and made sure he was quiet, when Chris turned on the lights, catching Finn.
"Welcome home, Ferris. Sneaking out, breaking curfew. Getting into fights." Chris began to say.
"Dad, don't freak out, okay. I was with Mercedes, helping the Pussycats with a song they're doing at that Taste of Lima thing. And I was hoping you'd let me go." Finn explained.
"No, Finn. You don't get to go wherever you want, whenever you want, and damn what anyone else says." Chris tells him.
"Dad, this is the first time a song I worked on is gonna be performed in front of people. On stage. Please, let me go to this, and then ground me for the next six months, a year." Finn begged.
Chris just shook his head, chuckling a bit. "We're not haggling over your punishment, end of story." he said.
Finn sighed and angrily started to walk away from his father. "Fine. But you have to own it."
"Own what?" Chris asked.
"Okay, if I had a football game tomorrow night, would you stop me from going?" Finn asked.
Chris stared at his son and stuttered out, trying to answer.
"No, because football you understand. You respect." Finn started to tell his dad. "But my music, since I told you about it, you don't care. You don't take it seriously."
Chris finally spoke up. "This is not about my behavior, this is about your behavior. We're done here." he stated.
Finn just stared at his dad in disappointment. Then he just left back up to his room.
Azimio paused and looked around at the house and heard music playing, he smirked and jogged up the door and he knocked, and then breathed into his hand to check if it smelled.
Rachel slid the door and Azimio just stared at her confused but admired how amazing she looked in her one piece and her cover up.
"You're not Brittany?" Azimio said to Rachel.
Rachel just faked a smile. "Britt and I talked it over. And we decided it's time to stop fighting over Finn, and start learning to share." she said seductively, as she stepped back.
Azimio licked his lips and he followed her in and slid the door close and he smirked to himself. He turned and checked out Rachel as she walked towards the hot tub.
"Nice." Azimio said, checking out Rachel.
Rachel smirked and she walked towards the tub taking her cover up. "Isn't it?" she said. "It's get's very, very hot." she said as she looked back to Azimio showing her butt off to her.
Azimio just stared at her, and she walked away towards the hot tub, Azimio followed.
"C'mon" Rachel said, then she sat down on the side of the hot tub and put her legs. "Let's get wet." She suggested.
"Uh should we wait for Brittany to get here first?" Azimio asked, still checking Rachel out.
Just then the door opened and both heads snapped over to the door, and what they saw, had them so stunned.
Brittany walked out the door, wearing a black bob wig, black lace bra, and a black high waisted skirt and she strutted towards them, looking very, very hot.
Azimio's smirk fell and his eyes widen as he saw the innocent girl gone bad and he was seriously seconds away from his jaw falling open. Rachel just stared looked at her from the feet and followed her body up and she sat there in shock and confusion.
Brittany stopped. "Brittany, couldn't make it, so she send me instead." she said in a seductive voice.
Azimio just kept staring at her as he tried to swallow, and Britt just kept staring back.
Mayor Jones was by the stage and clinking her drink to start her speech.
"Welcome all, to the first annual Taste of Lima. As a lead-up to our 75th anniversary jubilee, this event proves that Lima truly is a town that, when tragedy knocks us down, we get right back up!" Mayor Jones finished.
Everyone cheered and applauded. Russell and Judy were together, Shelby was at the bar, and Sheriff Hummel was there side by Mayor Jones. While Mayor Jones left the stage, Whitney chugged down her drink.
"Well, well, well, Shelby Berry." Chris said as he walked up to Shelby.
"Christopher Hudson." Shelby said back.
Chris just stared at her and handed her a drink "You look like you could use this." he suggested.
Before Shelby can say anything Ms. Holiday came in and interrupted. "May I try a blue cheese slider, please?" she asked.
Shelby just stared at her and faked a smile. "Of course."
Chris sighed and looked back at her. "Hey, uh, you're the music teacher at high school right?" he asked.
Ms. Holiday smiled at him "Yeah."
"Hi, I'm Christopher Hudson. Finn's dad." Chris introduced himself as he shook her hand.
Holly Holiday panicked a little, thinking if Finn had spilled the beans to his dad. She relaxed a little when the next words out his mouth almost sent her into a panic attack.
"Can we talk?" Chris asked.
Ms. Holiday just shakily smiled and nodded.
Mayor Jones walked up the Fabray's.
"Judy." Mayor Jones called, smiling at her. Judy and Russell turned to them and didn't smile. "Russell." she also greeted. Russell just stared at her and looked away. Mayor Jones smile began to falter. She turned back to Judy. "Hey, how are you holding up?" she asked.
Judy just turned to her and gave her a blank look. "How do you think? My son is dead, and neither of you have done anything to catch his killer, except, of course, harass my daughter." she told them. Mayor Jones just looked down guilty and Sheriff Hummel just didn't say anything.
Just then, Whitney walked up to them. "Judy Fabray. I thought I might run into you. Would you like to give me a quote regarding the..." she began to say.
Only to get cut off when Judy slapped her so hard that Whitney dropped her drink and fell almost sideways.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. All right." Sheriff Hummel began to say, holding Whitney Pierce back. Everyone turned to the scandal that was happening.
"How dare you Whitney Pierce!" Judy began to cry out, trying to get out of Russell's arms. While Pierce, came to grab his wife as well. "Printing my son's autopsy? He was tortured and shot, and thrown in the river like a piece of garbage." she cried out.
"Hey, hey, hey. Leave it. Leave it." Russell told his wife.
Mercedes finally walked up to microphone, to get the guest distracted on what was going on. "Hey Lima. We are Mercedes and the Pussycats. Are you ready to rock?" she asked. She turned to Santana and they just shared a look and began to play.
They started to play the song that they were working on with Finn.
Finn was jogging up the stars, trying to keep hidden since he sneaked out of his house due to still being grounded. Artie turned and noticed Finn and he frowned in confusion and looked back at the band, while Finn crouched next to him.
"Are you sure it was worth sneaking out for some locally-sourced Munster?" Artie asked.
"I helped write that song." Finn told him staring at the girls.
Finn turned to Artie. "Not bad." Artie told him, turning to him smiling a bit. Finn smiled and they both turned back to the girls. "I'd love to stay, but I got to shake down an evil Adventure Scout. See you." Artie said as he left, he gave Finn one pat on the back and was gone.
Finn continued to look around when he notice two familiar people. He looked over a bit more and saw his dad and Ms. Holiday standing next to each other.
Chris turned to Ms. Holiday who was only looking ahead. "I heard a lot about you." he told her. "Finn says that you're great. Very supportive." he finished off.
"That's very sweet of him." Holly Holiday told Chris, as she finally turned to him.
"I need you to tell me the truth about something." Chris said. Holly Holiday, froze a bit when she heard those words. "I know my son has passion for music. Does he have any talent?" he asked her. Holly Holiday let out a small breathe of relief. "See, I want to be supportive, but as a parent, it's really hard to watch your kid chase a dream they may never catch, when real-life opportunities are passing them by." he finished saying to her.
"Mr. Hudson. Finn... He has talent. Unquestionably." Holly began to explain to him. "I'm not gonna lie to you. He is coming to it late. And he's got a lot of catching up to do. And there's an entire world of competition out there." she finished off.
"Will he be able to make a living out of it?" Chris asked her.
"It'd be a shame if he didn't at least try." Holly told him.
They both stayed quiet or a minute watching the Pussycats preform, when he spoke up again. "You know I gotta ask you." Chris began. She turned to face him. "What made you take an interest in my son?" he asked, looking at her questioningly.
Holly looked down, trying to calm her breathing, because of the question that he asked. "Finn's a special kid." she replied to him.
Chris just nodded, and they both joined the applause.
Finn looked at the Pussycats and then looked back at his dad and Holly Holiday and then started to make his way out.
"Okay we're going to do something a little different." Mercedes said, was the last thing Finn heard as he left.
Whitney Pierce noticed Shelby Berry, catering along side Pop Tate so she made her way over.
"Shelby Berry. Park Avenue princess to cater-waiter." Whitney taunted. She picked up a pink whipped cream shot and downed it.
Shelby just stared back. "Whitney Pierce. No longer lactose intolerant, I see." she taunted back.
"How's Rachel?" Whitney asked. Shelby looked at her confused and Whitney played the innocent look. "Oh. You don't even know, do you? The things that they're saying about your daughter at school?"
"What things?" Shelby asked defensively.
"Slut-shaming." Whitney responded. "That's what they call it when sluts get shamed." she said. Shelby looked at her and then walked to her phone to call Rachel. "You know, you really have to keep an eye on girls like Rachel. They so easily can get out of control." she said as she watched Shelby walk away.
Rachel looked down at her phone and she pressed the end button, not wanting to answer her phone at the moment. She looked up and watched Britt pop something and put in the Azimio's drink.
"What is that?" Rachel asked, looking at Britt now.
"Muscle relaxers." Britt responded. "Mix it with booze and it lowers your inhibitions. Hello, truth serum." she said a little darkly.
"Maybe we should slow it down a little." Rachel said, getting a little scared of how Brittany is reacting right now.
"It's fine. Right, Azimio?" Britt said. She looked up and turned to Azimio who was relaxing in the hot tub, who was out of it. Azimio looked up, who was smiling, while Brit walked towards him, looking mad. "You don't want to slow down, do you?"
Rachel just stood back there watching, her friend become a totally different person.
Azimio smirked. "Oh I'm 2 Fast 2 Furious, baby." he responded, checking out Brittany.
"Good." Britt responded. "Good boy, Azimio." she said smirking, loving the idea that he was falling for her plan.
Artie walked down the stars of the building that Taste of Lima was held. He found Jacob Ben Israel leaning against the wall of that stairs.
"Hello, Jacob Ben Israel. I talked to one of your scouts. I know you fired the gun. Which makes you both a liar, and a public menace." Artie said, glaring at him.
"So what if I did." Jacob started to say. "I was doing the Adventure Scouts a favor. Somebody has to teach them how to stand their ground. The way this town is going..." he started to say.
Artie cut him off. "Save it for your statement. Which you can make to Sheriff Hummel, or to me. I suggest the latter." he told him.
Jacob Ben Israel just stared at Artie. Thinking if he should go to him.
"Red and Silver offices, tomorrow." Artie said, as he walked away. Jacob just stared at him.
The music on the old classic record player.
Azimio woke up and was currently pulling on the handcuffs he had on and the hot tub heat was rising up and was boiling.
"What? What the hell?" Azimio asked.
"Start recording." Britt said to Rachel. Rachel stood on the other side, she glanced at Britt and pressed the record button on her phone.
"Hey guys, it's really hot in here." Azimio said grimacing in pain.
"And getting hotter by the minute." Britt said to him as she held the temperature control. "Time to squeal, pig. Tell the truth about what happened between you and Rachel." she snapped at him, looking up at her. Rachel just stared at her and then looked at Azimio.
"We had a good time. She had a good time." Azimio responded.
"The truth, Azimio." Britt sneered. "Or so help me, I will boil you alive." she sneered even more, raising the temperature even more.
"What?" Azimio asked. "We made out." he told her.
"And then?" Britt asked darkly.
"And then I took her home. And I didn't give her a Sticky Maple." Azimio said.
"That is all you had to say, you ass." Rachel sneered from where she was. Britt looked up and smiled at her. "And everyone will know." she said as she stopped recording.
Britt placed a heel on Azimio's head and lowered it. "You like shamming people, Azimio?" she asked. Rachel looked at her confused.
"Whoa, hey." Azimio said starting to panic.
"You like dehumanizing them?" Britt asked darkly. "Prissy prude by day, freak in the sheets by night?" she sneered. Sunshine opened the door and smiled at what she saw.
"No!" Azimio yelled, as she lowered him even more.
"Apologize!" Britt yelled.
"Calm down." Rachel said, trying to remain calm for her sake.
"Say you're sorry!" Britt yelled at him.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for all of it!" Azimio said. Rachel just stared at Britt.
"Great job pig." Britt sneered at him. Sunshine just smirked and closed her door and left. Britt grabbed the maple syrup that she had and uncapped it. "Now time for your own reward. A Sticky Maple of your own." she said.
"Wait, what? What?" Azimio asked getting even more panicked. Rachel heart started to accelerate, and tried to speak up, to why Britt was getting off of track.
"Apologize for ruining, Polly." Britt sneered, she turned the syrup and stared to spray maple syrup on Azimio.
"What the hell?" Azimio yelled out.
"Do it, Sam!" Britt sneered, bringing out, her even more, split personality.
"Oh my god!" Azimio yelled. Rachel just started to panic now and she was trying to say something, anything to get Britt's attention back again.
"Say you're sorry for destroying me! Apologize for what you did to me!" Britt sneered out, dumping even more syrup on Azimio.
"Look I'm not Sam! I'm not Sam!" Azimio struggled in the hot tub.
Finally Rachel spoke up. "Britt, that's enough! Stop it's over! We did it, you did it!" she yelled out, panicked.
Britt looked up at her, finally calming down.
Azimio just started to yell "You are crazy! Oh my god, you're crazy as hell." he said still struggling.
"Britt." Rachel called out for her, concerned.
Brittany looked at Azimio, and then looked back up at Rachel. "I'm fine." she breathed out. "We're done here." she told her, calmly now.
Rachel just sighed in relief and nodded.
The very next day, Finn ran down the stairs to leave when he heard the drill's buzzing screaming out. He frowned in confusion and went to go find his dad.
"Dad? Dad! What's going on?" Finn asked once he got his dad's attention.
"Well, I am sound proofing the garage. I figure, you know, while you're grounded, you should at least be productive. Practicing your music." Chris said.
Finn started to laugh out of happiness. "Dad, this is awesome. Thank you." he told him smiling.
"I met your music teacher, last night. Yeah, Ms. Holiday." Chris began to say. Finn just nodded, feeling alarmed. "Whoa. They did not look like that in my day, son."
Finn started to panic a bit. "Ah, what were you guys talking about?" he asked.
"You." Christopher said. "She believes in you Finn, so do I." he told his son.
Finn just stared at his dad and smiled.
Britt put down the Red and Silver newsletter, and Rachel walked up to her, with the newsletter smiling.
"Quite the expose." Rachel said smiling. "Whenever did you find the time to write it?" she asked her.
Britt sighed. "Stayed up all night. Couldn't sleep after..." she said trailing off.
Rachel just nodded, understanding her. "Me either." she said. Rachel sighed a bit and looked up "Britt. You came through for me, in a way that no one else ever has before. But, can we talk about what happened." Rachel asked.
Britt frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked her.
"The wig, and everything. How far were you gonna take it?" Rachel asked her.
"Azimio deserved it." Britt told her, defensively.
"You called him Sam." Rachel told her desperately, a bit.
"No, what? I didn't do that." Brittany said, now walking away from her.
"Yeah girl, you did." Rachel said, following Britt now. "You called yourself Polly. It was like Dr. Jekyll, Mistress Hyde." she said. Brittany tried to calm herself down, as she heard Rachel say that about her. "You became another person." Rachel told her.
Brittany just ignored her, and went to open her locker. Rachel sighed.
"Okay I mean." Rachel said.
"I remember saying Azimio should apologize to Polly but not because I thought he was Sam." Britt said getting her backpack.
"Why then?" Rachel asked.
"Because..." Britt bit out bitterly, she sighed. "I am sick of guys like Azimio and Sam, doing horrible things to girls like me, you and Polly, okay?" she said, then walked away.
Rachel just stared at her, watching her, walk away, smiling a bit and she followed.
Good and evil.
Light and dark.
Brittany, and Rachel.
Two sides of the Janus coin.
Shelby was sitting in the principal's office with Rachel and Brittany sitting along side each other, with Principal Schuester yelling at them.
Given Britt's article, Schuester needed a sacrificial lamb.
Needed someone to make an example of someone.
So, after Shelby Berry, negotiated a lesser sentence for our two avenging angels.
"Next time, mija. you come to me first. You don't take matters in own hands." Shelby whispered to her daughter Rachel, as she caressed her, Rachel nodded.
Coach Adams. To save his job, to save the school's reputation, was forced to cut his own beloved son and his goon squad from the team.
An action that, though none of us knew it at the time, would have terrible consequences in the weeks to come...
Sugar, Kitty, Rachel, Britt, Quinn and Sunshine all stood there in the end of the hall with so many of the study body behind them taking pictures of Azimio and his goons as they walked the halls of Lima High, after them being cut from the team.
Azimio walked by past Rachel and Britt and he glared at them.
Sunshine smiled and turned to the girls. "Thanks Brittany, thanks Rachel." she told them.
Britt turned and smiled at her. "Thank you Sunshine. For going on the record. It made all the difference with Schuester." she told her.
"You're the bravest of them all, Sunshine Corazon." Rachel told her, smiling.
Quinn turned to Rachel and smiled a bit. "Hashtag JusticeForSunshine." she said.
They all smiled at one another.
But one thing was certain.
Britt turned to Rachel and Rachel turned to her, and they both looked at each other and smiled. It was a smile that spoke volumes, that no matter what, they have each other's back no matter what together they beat everything that was against them.
Brittany and Rachel, now B & R, and maybe forever, had been forged.
They walked through the fire and survived.
Brittany walked the hidden part of the school where an old trash can was and she looked at the playbook that she held it and then glared at it. She threw in the trash and she started to pour gasoline.
Quinn walked up to her and she took out a lighter, she flicked it open and on and she threw it in after Brittany was finished pouring gasoline.
Both, Quinn and Brittany stood there, watching the book of hurt and betrayal, burn. Brittany stood there, with no expression whatsoever, burn up. She saw Rachel's name, along with her sisters and every girl's name, burn, forever.
"Who ever killed Sam, hurt him." Quinn began to say, with tears in her eyes, staring at the book. "Maybe Sam hurt people too. If her hurt Polly, I'm sorry" she said.
Brittany said nothing, she just shrugged, and continued watching the book burn.
Ms. Holiday, entered her other side of the room, looking down at her papers, she looked up and gasped out of fright, when she noticed Finn in the room, by the door.
"Finn?" Ms. Holiday breathed out.
"I uh, I wanted to thank you, for talking to my dad." Finn said, now walking towards her, but stopped.
"I meant what I told him." Holly Holiday stammered out. "I think it could really happen for you." she finished off.
Finn just stared at her, smiling a bit. He took steps towards her and stopped right in front of her. "So. Does this mean we can start our lessons back up again?" he whispered.
Ms. Holiday just looked up at him, smiling.
We crave absolutes. They comfort us, but life is infinitely more complex than that.
Artie was sitting in front and Brittany was standing behind the desk, both facing Jacob Ben Israel.
"If you publish a story saying I fired that gun, my life will be ruined. I'll be banished from the Adventure Scouts, and charged with a misdemeanor." Jacob pleaded to the two young investigators in front of him. "So, what if I have a better story?" he asked them both. Artie turned to Britt and she stared at him back, before turning to face Jacob, Artie just gave him a look to continue. "If I tell you what I know, promise me the gunshot stays between us." he told them.
Britt made her way over the desk to lean against back the desk now standing closer to JBI "You have our word. As journalists." she promised him.
"I saw something at Ottawa River." Jacob began to say. "Something nobody else saw. Ms. Holiday's car. By the river's edge. She was there." he told them.
Artie sat there staring at him, trying not to give away, what he already knew while Brittany stood there watching Jacob in confusion as she took in the news of Ms. Holiday being there.
Despite all of our recent troubles, I would've done anything to protect Finn.
Finn and Ms, Holiday were in the music room, with her up against a table and the wall, while her thighs were parted and Finn in between them kissing her neck, and her grabbing his hair while she gasped out of pleasure.
But Jacob Ben Israel had just opened Pandora's box.
Brittany turned to him, giving him a confused looked, while Artie continued to stare at him, mentally cursing himself, knowing now he couldn't save his friend.
And now, there was nothing I, or anyone, could do to save him.
That's some intense stuff right there lol.
Okay characters in this book, the glee characters are the same, but in my mind I changed either there physique or hair color.
Brittany, she's a ginger, Quinn, Sam, and Finn are all blonde, Rachel and Artie are both dark black hair, Matt is Tina's brother he still looks the same and so does Tina, but let's just say that their parents are a black and Asian parents, Azimio in this book is a tall muscular 6 abs type of guys, and Jacob Ben Israel is more hot in this book.
Also Rachel knows her Spanish due to her dad Hiram, who in this book is now Spanish.
That's it for now, later I will explain more detailing of characters if I have, till then.
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