Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I did my homework then we watched 2012. In a way I was 'researching' this fic. But really, I was watching a film. It's very good I enjoyed it a lot, just like I hope you enjoy this! Please, please review!
At Vocal Adrenaline, they didn't bother with silly, small fire extinguishers. The twelve boys each had a part of the sofa, and on three, they repeatedly smashed the end of it into the door, like a battering ram. The door broke down after fewer blows than the one that had trapped New Directions in, and the club felt their way out of the door into the gap outside their room. Shelby once again began issuing orders.
"Ok, I want two thirds of the boys digging to the left, towards the door, and I want the remaining third clearing the rubble to the right, towards where Jesse and Rachel are trapped and where New Directions will be coming from. Girls, I want the opposite, one third left and two thirds right. Go." Shelby directed her club.
The boys split themselves up, and began clearing the rubble immediately. The girls took longer to get to their places, making a fuss about which side they were on, and having to stumble over the rubble in heels slowed them even more. The extra girl had gone to the left, so Shelby herself began to work to the right and towards saving the others. She kept up a conversation, so that even in the darkness they were able to know the location of the other members.
Mr Schuester sat on a fallen lump of rubble next to Artie and Quinn. He dialled the number that Shelby had passed onto him into his phone, and listened to the general chatter of his working club until the phone was picked up.
"Hello?" He heard Rachel's voice on the other end of the phone, and he could hear the fear that had replaced her usual defiance.
"Rachel. It's Mr Schuester." The rest of New Directions paused from clearing the rubble, and looked at their teacher expectantly, his face illuminated by the light on his phone.
"Oh Mr Schuester! Thank god you called! How is everyone? Are there any injuries? Are you coming for us? I was so worried that we were going to be left here!" Rachel gushed at him, the feeling of panic subsiding slightly at being able to hear her teacher's dulcet tones.
"Hey, okay Rachel calm down." Mr Schue smiled despite their situation. Rachel Berry never failed to make him laugh. "We're all here, we're all coming for you. The other guys are clearing the rubble away as we speak. And no, nobody's injured, everyone's okay. How are you?"
"I'm alright, well, I'm buried under rubble but, I think I've only sustained minor injuries. Jesse has hurt himself though, so, when you pick us up, that may be a slight problem."
"Okay, okay, I got that. Look, Rachel, I'm going to end the call now if that's all right? I want to help the others clear the rubble and then we'll get to you quicker. We're working with Vocal Adrenaline, so they'll clear things the other way, so once we've picked you up, we'll get through quicker. Shelby and I will keep calling you okay?"
"Okay Mr Schuester. Thank you." Rachel ended the call and Mr Schuester stood up to help his club, patting Artie on the shoulder as he did so.
"We'll get out. Don't sweat it."
After the call ended Rachel out into the darkness for a while. Then Jesse's phone bleeped again and the pair were reminded of their predicament.
"You didn't tell them about the low battery." Jesse pointed out.
Rachel sighed. "I'm so very sorry." She said sarcastically. "Obviously it's unacceptable not to remember every single detail whilst checking on my clubs well being."
"Don't be stupid." Jesse muttered out of annoyance.
"Me stupid?" Rachel replied in a tone of disbelief. "Obviously my sarcasm is stupid but your recent actions aren't."
"I was wondering when you were going to bring that up." Jesse said, a bitter tone to his voice.
"Would you prefer me to spend the whole time making small talk with you? If we're stuck here then I'd rather work out our issues now than spend the whole time in an awkward silence." Rachel shot back at him.
"Look Rachel. What I did was wrong, I was an idiot, and I hurt the one girl who I've ever truly liked and who has been on the same level as me." Jesse turned his head in the dark, staring at where he though Rachel would be. "But I can't take back my actions. What happened, happened, there's no changing that."
"You could at least apologise." Rachel pointed out.
"Fine. I'm sorry." He said, though he still found the weight of rubble on his chest restricting his ability to breath and talk.
They lay in the dark for a few moments, each lost in thought. Jesse wondered why he had suddenly decided to be open to Rachel and Rachel was thinking about what he'd said. She was also trying to work out whether he was sincere or not, or whether he was just trying to ease the situation while they were stuck.
"I'm not just saying that by the way. I mean it." Jesse muttered, answering Rachel's unasked question. Rachel was surprised that their train of thought had been so similar. Jesse's phone beeped again in the silence.
While Vocal Adrenaline were clearing rubble both ways, the New Directions were only going towards the left, towards Rachel, Jesse and their rival glee club. They chatted while working, and occasionally, when some progress was made, picked up
Artie and shuffled him along slightly. They each took turns sitting with him and Quinn, just talking. Mr Schuester was on and off the phone to Shelby the whole time, making sure both clubs were updated on the others progress.
Shelby was clearing the rubble alongside her club. She listened to the groups chatter while they worked, but didn't speak herself anymore. She was too focused on getting to Rachel and Jesse and helping the other club get out. With all the problems they'd had, she knew they were good kids, New Directions and Vocal Adrenaline alike, and she knew none of them deserved to die.
The group of teenagers gasped as another quake hit, dislodging more rubble. They grasped each other or the wall next to them, some being thrown off balance. The club groaned when they saw how there work had been affected.
Shelby sighed. "Keep going guys. It's off putting but we can't stop it. Back to clearing."
Jesse turned his head to the side as the rubble fell. He spat it out of his mouth and shook his head to dislodge it from his face and eyes.
"Rachel, you okay?" There was no reply. "Rach?" Just silence.
Jesse looked over at Rachel, but he couldn't see any movement. He thought back to what had happened. When the rubble had fallen he'd shut his eyes to stop the dust, but before he had, out of his peripheral vision he'd seen a large object dropping. His hand, which was stuck in a tunnel and could only go forward, reached out to Rachel. He touched her face, feeling her eyes closed. Then, he felt wet on his hand. Blood. Rachel had been hit by falling rubble and was out cold.
Jesse groaned, and started struggling. Each movement hurt, grazed him even more and pushed grit into his wounds, but he needed to get free to check on her. He fumbled for her hand and felt a pulse and sighed in relief. Then he started trying to free himself again. Jesse's phone started to ring in Rachel's other hand, and he grunted in frustration, his struggling increasing. He had to check on Rachel and he had to get his ringing phone, the ringing phone that could run out of battery at any point.
The New Directions were reeling from the quake, checking on each other's welfare. They peered at each other, surprised that they were able to make the others out more clearly, although, they could just be getting used to the darkness. Once they had all got over the shock of the quake, they got back to work. But then, Mercedes spoke up, and the whole group paused.
"Um, guys. Is it just me, or do you smell smoke?"
Dun dun daa! R&R please! Next chapter will be from the point of view of some of the characters (first time I've ever written first person) Remember, reviews = love. 3
2,4,6,8! Who do we appreciate? Not Puck, not Finn, they both dumped Kurt in the bin! Gooo Jesse! :) (I may not own glee, but I made that up ^_^)