Love you readers, you keep me motivated.
FYI this first part is in no one's POV , but has some random thoughts mixed in. Please enjoy and let me tell you that I may not kill Quinn or Rachel but do you really think they can live happily ever after?
***Choir room, after school on Monday.***
When Mr. Schue walked into his Glee club, the first thing he noticed was two empty seats which were usually occupied and secondly the worried faces of his students.
" Ummm, guys? Where are Rachel and Quinn?"
" No one knows!" Mercedes cries out, distraught.
" What? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, no one has seen or heard from either of them since Saturday evening." Puck said. He was worried, mainly for Rachel's sake. She was a hot Jew and his close friend.
"OK, what about their parents?"
" Quinn's mom is off visiting her sister in Scottsdale and both of Rachel's dads went to some convention? I think like, last Wednesday?" Sam says, causing everyone to nod and agree.
" We have been calling and texting them all day, but our calls just went straight to voice mail." Santana quoted. She was stressed out more than was noticeable about her friend and Brittany was the only one who could really see it.
" OK. Have you tried both phones? And who was the last one of you to speak to either one?" Mr. Schue remained calm for his glee club, but inside he was just as scared as any of them.
" Me. Quinn called me at around 8:30 Saturday night, saying that Rachel had stood her up." Kurt supplied from where he was sitting on Blaine's lap, holding his hand.
"What else did she say?"
" She asked me if Rachel was over there with us, I said no. She told me she had been stood up at Breadsticks and was going home. It was a pretty short conversation."
" Maybe they finally realized there obvious love for one another and ran off together." Brittany said with an light tone.
Everyone looked at each other, before shaking there heads and dissmissing the thought.
" OK, Guys, I'm gonna go call the police, if they both went missing almost two days ago, they should be able to help."
Everyone stared worriedly at each other , all wondering the same thing. Where the hell was their annoying lead vocalist and their cute, somewhat controlling blonde?
Everyone had different theories.
"Obviously they left to go get eloped in Vegas. They'll come back in a few days happily married." was Britt's idea.
" Yeah, right. I say that Quinn got so tired of Rachel that she killed her with an blow to the head and buried her in her backyard. Now she is on the run from the law." Finn concocted, his arm curled protectively around the back of Sam's chair.
" Shut up, Finneth. No one asked your opinion." Santana was so worried. She had sent Quinn at least 50 texts and was now wondering " Q always answers my calls...unless I upset her in some way? I don't remember doing anything too bitchy this week, at least not to her. Maybe the troll did something to set her off? What could she have said? Plus Berry has that spotless track record for school attendance, she came in on ditch day last year. No of this makes any sense."
"Do you think anyone misses us Rachel? Or are worried at all?"
Rachel gives her weak, hungry friend a small smile.
" I'm sure they all miss you Q, they are probably going mad with worry."
" Thank you. But you know they will be worrying about you too." Quinn added.
" No they won't. I bet they will throw a party to celebrate. Puck can supply the alcohol."
" Rachel Berry, I am 100% positive that they will miss you just as much as me. They need you." I need you Quinn thought although she was too scared to even mutter that. She wasn't used to needing someone, especially not another girl.
" No, they need my voice. That's all. But thank you for trying, it really means something to me." Rachel corrects, with a slight frown.
As Quinn starts to say something back the doors to the warehouse crrrreeeaak open. Both girls heads snap toward the sound. They had been alone in here (aside from the rats and birds of course) since Sunday morning, their heads hurting and stomachs growling for some food, shivering as well. The warehouse was so creepy at night, the moon their only source of light, the rats the primary noise and the girls had taken turns keeping watch for so many things. Their kidnappers, help, bears.
When the two girls stopped in front of them, carrying a full backpack, Quinn's first thought was " They better have several bacon cheeseburgers and a litre of spring water. Or else."
" How are you all doing today?" The Blonde asked, like she was addressing a big crowd not two girls they had taken kidnapped.
" Hungry." Quinn growled, her gaze locked on that red backpack.
"Homesick. Thirsty. My back hurts from falling asleep sitting in this stiff chair, my wrists have really bad rope burn, and I want to go home. Oh yeah, plus there is an actual layer of dirt and grit on my skin." Rachel rambled.
" I told you we'd need the duck tape for this one." the dark haired girl said, in a detached, lifeless tone.
Raising an eyebrow Rachel said,
" You don't have duct tape."
" Oh yes I do, do you wanna try it out?" The raven said leaning down so she was nose to nose with Rach.
" Rachel! Don't provoke them! They have a gun and you are tied to a chair. Who do you think would win?"
Leaning back on her heals the dark haired girl gave Quinn the once over.
" You should listen to her, she seems pretty smart. For an ex-cheerio who got pregnant, gave up her baby and then used several crazy schemes to try and get her back. Oh and tried to have sex with Noah Puckerman again to try and replicate Beth."
" H-how do you know that shit about me?"
Smirking " We did some "research". Plus Bella here is crazy in love with you."
" Claudia ! I was going to tell her subtlety, not all at once like that!" Bella cries out attacking her friend with her backpack.
" Haha. There is nothing subtle about you babe," Claudia said with crossed arms.
"Hey! Man you are such a bitch sometimes!"
" Wait, hold on a minute here. Are you actually in love with me?" Needless to say Quinn's eyes had moved from the backpack.
" Oh, sorry. I was going to tell you but it must had slipped my mind. Because we are in a warehouse with two psychopaths !"
Slap! The noise rang out through out through the empty warehouse, as three faces stared in shock. Claudia pulled back, her eyes like a raging fire that needed to be let out.
" I am not a psychopath. If you ever call me that again, I will have no problem hurting you. I've done way worse, and to people I actually had feelings for. So shut your goddamn mouth pussy."
Drawing a few deep breaths Claudia turning her away and went outside. The slap she had given Rachel was at least 4x harder than the time Quinn had slapped her at junior prom and it was now glowing bright red.
" Are you OK, Rachel? That looked like it hurt."
Gritting her teeth Rachel said " No, I am fine. I am not a weak little girl Quinn, you should stop treating me as one."
" What? I'm not trying to treat you like that! I am just looking out for you!"
" Why? Why would you do that Quinn? You don't care."
Once again Quinn was about to say something to her crush when the blonde, Becca spoke.
" So anyways! You said earlier you were hungry? Well I can fix that!" Quickly the girl knelt on the concrete floor, pulling a few Ziploc containers, some Sprite and some bottled water out. Quinn's mouth started to water and Rachel's body (above the waist rope) moved forward.
" OK, so we've got some mac 'n' cheese, mini hot dogs, Canadian ham and some lasagna for Rachel." Becca says naming some of the girls favorite lunches, all while snapping open containers and fishing for silverware.
" H-how are we supposed to eat? Are you going to untie us?" Rachel asked hopefully, she really wanted to put something on her cheek.
" Please. Don't tell me you wouldn't try to run away or at least try to grab our car keys. No, I'll just have to feed you."
With that she straddled Quinn, her legs on either side of her hips.
" Wah? Listen, I don't do straddling. 'Specially not with girls I just met." OK not totally true but that was once at a cheerios competition and that girl was just complimenting me on our amazing win.
Suddenly four mini hotdogs were shoved into my mouth while her hand started rubbing my leg. Oh god I was glad I hadn't worn a dress on Saturday.
" Be quiet Quinny and eat your supper. We don't want you to faint or anything, right?"
I shake my head as she stared into my eyes with that really creepy smile of hers, baring her teeth.
" So I notice that you two are wearing colours other than black today." Rachel commented as Becca's hand wandered over her friends body. She had been planning on attacking Claudia first but if this kept up, the second she was free she was going to leap on this bitch's back.
" Yes, well that was mainly so we could blend easily into the night. And the interior of Quinn's car."
" And can I ask how you even got into my car in the first place?" Quinn's gob was empty now, at least until Becca brought the bottle of Sprite to her lips, tipping it back.
" Well I don't mean to brag but I have excellent lock picking skills. This warehouse first had a giant lock out front." She said proudly, trying to impress her crush.
" Have you ever, err, had to use that skill to break out of somewhere?"
"No."
It was said to fast, like she was trying to hide something big. Rachel decided not to push it, this girl could probably slap well and she didn't yet know what her breaking point might be.
" Okay. Just one more question, why the fuck are we here?"
" We are going to cut out your vocal chords, stick them in to Quinn and let you bleed to death on the floor. We will then bury you in the woods over there, and no one will ever locate your corpse. OK?"
Utter silence.
After a few long seconds of scared glances and Rachel's only coherent thought being "I want to hold Quinn's hand so badly right now, to feel her warm hand in mine." and Quinn's something like " If she lays one finger on Rachel's throat, or any part of her actually, I will kill her. No question."
A high, thin laugh broke from Becca's glossed lips, her body flying back so her legs were sticking up in the air and her head was on Quinn's tightly drawn knees.
" Oh my, I can not believe you thought I was serious ! Oh, Oh this is just too delicious, I'll be right back," with a butterfly kiss on Quinn's nose and a flurry of her blood red coat she was gone.
" Rachel? Are you OK?" there was glazed look in her eyes, her mouth a straight line. Quinn's voice some what brought her back.
" I can't let them get to me so easily Quinn. She got me to believe her so simply and then all I could see was being shoved into a hole, too small so they have to break some things, cut me up a little and move my legs-"
" She was lying. She was lying and she is good at it. Those images are not real and they never will be. I plan on personally protecting you and I can't do that if you break down on me."
" But it all seemed so real Quinn," tear tracks show on Rachel's face and she is talking in such a hoarse voice " The snow coming down lightly, the look of completion on my killers face as she pushed her shovel into the frozen ground. I could die tomorrow and there is no way for you to protect us, at least not tied to a chair."
Quinn jerks her body to the left, trying to close the small gap between them. The chair only barely moves.
" Damnit! OK listen to me closely Rachel because this does not get repeated. Understand?"
A sniff and a nod from her is all Quinn needs before she goes off.
" We are not going to die here. That isn't going to happen because you, you have to get to Broadway and live your big ass dreams. We both have to leave this town, go to college and spend our lives being the best we ever have. Just try and think of this as a minor setback in our paths to better, more enriching places. Think about it, everyone has little setbacks in their life's, things that can make them stronger, more adult. All we have to do is find a way to get through this. And we aren't alone, we have each other so it's not like you have to start befriending the crows."
"... If I could hug you right now I would. Like a giant bear hug, remind me to give you one later."
"There is the girl I fell in love with."
In case you can't tell that last thought was from Quinn. I don't mean to write Rachel as this much of a scared little girl with Q having to protect/comfort her. I plan on adding more brave Rach as this story progresses.