Spencer POV
We walked through the halls of McKinley High, all around us it was like dreaming was illegal. There was screaming and shoving all around. It brought back all those memories I kept pushed down. On my left JJ was trying to talk to Garcia on the phone and on my right Morgan eye's were flashing to every angle of the hallway. We saw a couple of burly footballers throw a brightly colored icy substance into a short girl with brown hair. She took it in stride and walked into the girls bathroom unfazed.
"One second." JJ spoke into her phone. "Did that girl just get a slushy thrown in her face?"
"Slushy?" I raised an eyebrow and looked at JJ. Morgan patted me on the shoulder.
"An extremely cold and sticky drink which I'm guessing would not feel good being splashed on your face.? JJ turned her attention back to her phone.
"What?" She asked. "Garcia, I can NOT hear you, it's insane in here." We walked past an empty class room and she slipped inside, Morgan and I followed suit. JJ put her phone on speaker.
"OK PG, have you found anything strange about this school?"
"Except the uber weird funding they've got going on here? Nothing, it's just a regular school."
"Nothing regular about this school." Morgan said quietly.
"Wait, Garcia go back to the funding." JJ said, shushing Morgan.
"Well, just about ALL the money goes to the cheerleading club and then the majority of the rest of it goes to football, swimming and hockey and then the Glee Club is extremely underfunded, like, below zero it's weird."
"And there is nothing else?"
"My dearie I have looked everywhere. This school is like a miniscule dot on the radar of schools."
"Alright thanks Garci." JJ flipped her phone shut.
"We gotta kind Kurt Hummel before he ends up dead on the football field like David Karofsky." Morgan said and the three of us walked out of the room, the hallways were empty now that everyone had left to go home. We found the office and the assistant sent us through to the principal.
"Are you the agents?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm SSA Jareau and this is SSA Morgan and Dr. Reid."
"I'm Principal Figgins, what can I do to help?"
"We need to find Kurt Hummel." I said.
"Kurt Hummel. Ah, yes. He should be in Glee Club. If you just keep going down this hall you should be able to hear their singing and that'll lead you to them. If there is anything else I'll be happy to help." He gave us a paranoid smile. "Just make sure no one else dies on school property."
"We'll do everything we can." JJ said.
We walked down the hall and the sound of singing started getting louder.
"Wow, they're good." JJ noted.
"As far as underfunded Glee Clubs go, yeah they are." Morgan nodded.
"I've never heard this song so I can't make an opinion on exactly how good they are. But they do sound good in theory." I said. We found the room and watched the performance from the doorway, no one noticing us. I couldn't help but notice the diversity of kids in this club. The girl singing lead looked like the same one who got 'Slushied' (?) in the hallway but she was wearing an entirely different outfit than before. There were two cheerleaders, a preppy kid, a Gothic girl, five footballers – including one in a wheelchair – An African American, a fashionable boy and a blonde with short hair that I couldn't really make a pin-point on. The hallway girl was walking through the chairs and singing to one of the the footballer players.
Now where's your picket fence love
And where's that shiny car,
And did it ever get you far
You've never seem so tense love
I've never seen you fall so hard,
Do you know where you are?
She walked around and was singing to the African-American, the boy in the wheelchair and the fashionable boy. Up in the higher stand the preppy boy was nodding in approval. And truth be told I miss you
And truth be told I'm lying
She pulled up the fashionable boy and sat down in his seat singing with the other two, she was really good. When you see my face hope it gives you hell If you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
Then he's a fool, you're just as well hope it gives you hell
She walked back into the centre of the room and I couldn't help but be amazed by the sheer effortlessness she emitted as she breezed around. She pointed to one of the footballers who came down from his seat and danced around her.
Now you'll never see, what you've done to me
You can take back your memories they're no good to me
And here are all your lies,
You can look me in the eyes
With that sad sad look that you wear so well
She went and sat on a chair and all the members stood in two lines in front of the chair, the same footballer who had danced was pushing her along.When you see my face hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hell
When you walk my way hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives you hellIf you find a man that's worth a damn and treats you well (treats you well)
Then he's a fool, you're just as well hope it gives you hell
She stood up on the the chair and everyone was dancing around her, the entire atmosphere was just so light. JJ and Morgan were tapping their feet and even humming along, it was catchy. When you see my face hope it gives you hell
Hope it gives yo-
Then as quickly as it started, it ended as the girl on the chair fell and hit her head on the linoleum with a crack. The three of us rushed forward and one of the kids let out a scream.
"Holy crap they have guns!" A boy with a mohawk yelled.
"Fucking run!" A blonde boy was about to run out the other entrance when Morgan called out.
"It's OK, we're with the FBI!" He pulled out his ID and held it out. "See?"
"It's fine, and, language Sam." The teacher reprimanded.
"Is she bleeding?" I asked, crouching down beside the girl.
"I don't think so." Said a large footballer.
"Back up, give her some air." JJ said.
Rachel POV
Oh, ow. Jeez, I'm normally really good at coordination but somehow I'm lying on a cold surface with a sharp pain shooting through my head. That can't be good, I don't even know where I am or what happened. Maybe Blaine's around, he's my brother so he's never far, he's always been really protective. I opened my mouth and prayed words would come out.
"I-is Blaine there?" I asked sluggishly.
"Yeah I'm here Rach." I heard his voice reply fuzzily.
"Are th-there any teachers or is Dad around?"
"No, Mr Schue went to get ice b-" I cut him off mid sentence needing to get this word out.
"Good because my head fucking hurts and I couldn't say that around any of them." I went to sit up but a hand pushed me back down gently.
"What the hell?" I opened my eye a crack to see a man in his 20's with messy, brown, curly hair looking at me, I had never seen him before in my life. My eyes opened wide and I let out a huge scream and skittered back, running into the piano, my head hitting the side.
"Ow!" I cried and clutched my head in sheer pain. I saw that the entire Glee Club was standing in a close-knit circle around where I was laying and had also noted that the strap of my pink sundress had fallen down my shoulder my cardigan was on the floor where I had been lying. What the hell? I hastily pulled the strap of my dress and stared at the group of people I called my family and the three strangers.
"Wow, Rachel sweared." Puck said, bemused.
"What happened?" I asked.
"You fell. Hard." Puck explained.
"At least Finn didn't punch me in the face again." I touched my nose gingerly.
"What?" One of the unknown people looked around.
"Derek, calm down." The unknown blonde told him. Finn put his hands up in surrender.
"Woah, it she doesn't mean it like that, it was a dance rehearsal and I accidentally swung my..arm..never mind, are you OK Rach?" I narrowed my eyes, not wanting to have a confrontation in the middle of glee club.
"My head hurts." I stated.
"If I can get a look at it I can see if your OK." The man with brown hair said.
"Uh.." I looked at him.
"It's OK, I'm with the FBI. My name is Dr. Spencer Reid."
"I'll take Rachel to the nurse, she'll be in capable hands." Puck moved forward.
"I'll be able to do it a lot more quickly. Do you trust me?" I looked at him, he didn't seem dangerous, he seemed...sweet. I nodded and he walked over looking at the back of my head.
"You're not bleeding." He stated. "How many fingers am I holding up?" His fingers wee a little blurry around the edges but the entire room was.
"Three."
"What were you doing before you fell."
"Uh..." I thought about it for a second. "Singing?"
"What kind of question is that? There is not a waking moment of glee club she's not singing, its freaking ridiculous." Santana rolled her eyes.
"Can you tell me what you were singing?" I closed my eyes in thought. What was it. I remembered blurry details, Finn breaking up with me because Puck had kissed ME during a game of spin the bottle.
"Gives you Hell." I said, Spencer turned around to the blonde who nodded.
"OK, it seems like you don't have a concussion but it's gonna hurt. So sit." He pointed to a chair and I walked over and grabbed my cardigan, putting it on as I sat. Kurt sat next to me and rubbed circles on my arms comfortingly. Mr Schue came back in holding an ice-pack, he handed it to me and Kurt snatched it from my open palm.
"I'll do it, you relax." He ordered, I nodded and sneaked another look to Dr. Reid, he had to be around 25-26 and he was tall, not as tall as Finn but at least six feet. He was talking to Mr Schue and he kept glancing at the rest of us, Kurt specifically, at one point his eyes lingered of me and I felt my heart jump into my throat. I flinched as Kurt moved the ice-pack.
"Kurt, you'll make the curls droop." I complained.
"You could have brain haemorrhage and you're worried about your hair." Quinn shook her head, I reached up and mussed up her perfectly styled hair. Quinn gasped and yanked a brush from her handbag.
"There's no chance of brain haemorrhage." Dr. Reid told me reassuringly, looking over from Mr Schue.
"She already has brain haemorrhage." Blaine joked, taking the seat behind Kurt.
"Shut up." I snapped.
"Guys, can I have your attention, please. We need to talk about something." Mr Schue spoke over us. "This Agent Jareau and Morgan and Dr Reid. They need to talk to you about something." The blonde Mr Schue had pointed out as Agent Jareau walked to the centre of the room.
"I assume you've heard about the death of David Karofsky."
"Of course we've heard about it, it happened on our freaking football field, we don't really care, he was the worlds biggest ass." Finn cut over Agent Jareau.
"Finn." Mr Schue said in warning.
"It's a bit odd for you to be here, it was one murder." Blaine crinkled his eyebrows.
"Well, we also know that one of you has been getting threatening letters." Agent Jareau said, looking pointedly in my direction. Huh?
"Who?" Sam asked.
"Me." Kurt spoke up.
"What? What did they say?" I asked.
"Your next..." Kurt looked down and seemed to hesitate. "Fag." He finished quietly.
"How are these connected? Karofsky wasn't gay." Puck said.
"He was." Kurt said. The Agent pointed out as Morgan looked up.
"That's the connection" He said, pulling out his phone.
"We don't know if he's targeting people who are a part of LGBT community. But we need to keep everyone safe, I need you to tell me, who else here is..." Agent Jareau struggled for the right word, "attracted to the same sex?" Brittany raised her hand immediately, Blaine followed slowly and there was a pause and everyone looked to Santana. She sighed and put her hand up.
"But I'm totally open to a little police brutality." She said directly to Agent Morgan who dropped his phone at her words. "Like seriously, I'm 18." Brittany looked offended at her words and Quinn, Puck, Sam and Blaine were hiding laughter behind their hands. I bit my lip to stop from laughing aloud as Agent Morgan picked up his phone and walked to the other side of the room.
"Wow." I said quietly.
"We're getting off hand." Mr Schue said, looking in Santana's direction.
"Yes, I need to talk to Kurt and the other three." Agent Jareau said and the four got up and followed her out into the hall. I grabbed the ice and set it back on the my head.
"God it hurts like hell." I complained. Quinn rolled her eyes.
"The floor has made a habit of falling out from underneath you. If you'll excuse me, I have to ran to the ladies room and fix my hair." She jumped up and walked out to the bathroom, I grimaced as I fixed the ice pack. Dr. Reid came and sat next to me.
"You know, you don't look like an FBI agent. You look like you could be like a..." I trailed off in thought. "A model, maybe. I dunno."
"Why did you pick that song to sing?" He asked, changing the subject quickly. I looked at him in confusion.
"You wouldn't care about stupid high-school drama." I said.
"Well I graduated when I was 12 and I have to keep you talking to make sure your OK, so...humor me."
"Uh, OK, sure. Well...you see the big guy over there? The footballer?" He swiveled in his seat to see where I was pointing and turned back to me and nodded. "That's Finn, we used to date until this morning. Because on the weekend I held a party to make us feel better after we lost at the Regionals competition for Glee Club – which sucks because it was our last chance to try and win at Nationals, well some of us anyway, the ones in senior year – Anyway, the party got a bit out of the hand we ended up playing Spin the Bottle, extremely childish, I know, and that guy there." I pointed to Puck. "He has this thing for me and he had to kiss me and then Finn got all angry and he dumped me this morning. Then Mr Schue said because some of us were leaving we should sing some of our 'greatest hits' and I sang this song when Finn dumped me in my Sophomore year, the timing was perfect, so here we are. And now that I'm replaying this all in my head whilst repeating it you, I sound extremely childish." I scolded myself.
"Sounds reasonable – I guess. I don't know much about how social standings work in high-school."
"Yeah, did you say you were 12?" I asked in disbelief and he nodded.
"Wow. I have an IQ of 160, what's yours?"
"187." He stated.
"I feel like an idiot sitting next to you."
"Don't, your a very talented singer, where are you applying for college?"
"NYADA, the New York Academy for Dramatic Arts. I'm going to be on Broadway." I said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"That's great." He smiled and Agent Jareau came back in with Kurt, Blaine, Brittany and Santana.
"Spence, we should get going." She said and Agent Morgan walked gratefully out the door. Dr Reid got up and waved.
"Just keep the ice on it, you'll be fine."
"Cool, thanks." I smiled and turned to Kurt. "What'd she say?"
"We can't be out after dark, stay with an adult, keep an eye out for people who stick out blah-de-blah-blah-blah." He said in a bored tone. "I'm going out with Blaine tonight, so I can't do anything."
"That's OK, I'm just going to watch Funny Girl and go to sleep early."
Spencer POV
She dated a football player, twice. Another football player had a thing for her. She held parties. She wouldn't even look twice at me. Wait, what am I saying? She's in High-school. What am I doing? This is nuts.
"This school is whacked out." Derek said, breaking me from my thoughts.
"I can't believe you were freaked out from that girl." JJ laughed.
"She was so forwardabout it."
"She hit on me while I was talking to them. Don't think your special. At least something good came from this."
"What?" Derek asked.
"Looks like someone likes Spencer." JJ replied in a sing-song voice.
"What? No she doesn't." I rolled my eyes.
"You could be a model Spence." She said, repeating Rachel's thoughts.
"I really do resent the government making fun of me Agent Jareau, I already have the whole school teasing me." A voice said from behind us, we turned to see Rachel standing there with her hands on her hips.
"I wasn't making fun of you, I assure you Miss Berry-"
"I'm kidding." Rachel scoffed.
"Oh, right." JJ looked down, embarrassed.
"What do you need?" Morgan asked.
"It doesn't involve you." She poked Morgan in the chest and walked over to me.
"Here." She handed me a piece of paper.
"What's this?" I asked.
"In case of an emergency." She smiled and skipped back off down the hall.
"Told you." JJ smiled. Morgan was looking down the hall where Rachel had just ran off, to me and back down the hall.
"What the hell just happened?" He asked.
"I got a girls number and you got verbally attacked."
"Do not make me hit you."
