Rachel paused outside the choir room, desperately trying to regain her composure. Everything was falling apart. She needed to get everyone calmed down, get them all back together and focussed. Now. If she didn't it was all over.

Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open and walked in. Everyone immediately fell silent, looking at her in a way that she hadn't seen in over five years.

But at least they were quiet.

"Alright, so here's the point where you all give me a chance to talk. I need to try and explain this to you and I think I've earned it." She held up a hand. "Save it, Puckerman. I think you've said quite enough for one night. If you want to help your brother take a seat." She kept her hand up until Puck had moved away from her and taken a seat with the others.

She took another deep breath and looked at them all as calmly as she could. "It's true. I have...become involved with Santana." She ignored the muttering from the group and continued. "I didn't tell anyone because she's been helping us from the inside and I couldn't risk anyone blowing her cover."

"You can't be serious." Blaine spat. "Santana has never helped anyone in her damn life."

"Be quiet, Blaine." Kurt said harshly, earning an injured look from his boyfriend. "Helping us how?"

Rachel shot him a grateful look. He still looked furious but at least he was prepared to listen. "She has been giving me information on where the best places to get supplies are, when the deliveries will arrive, which depots would be easiest to infiltrate, etc. She found old plans when they took City Hall last month which detail the tunnel systems we have been using recently. She got Blaine out when he was taken at Christmas..."

"Bullshit!" He cried out. "She was the one who beat me!"

"I know that." Rachel crossed over to him with a pleading look in her eyes. "But she had to, Blaine, because she found out Brittany wanted you."

He shook his head, a confused look on his face. "So what? What difference would that have made?"

"Rachel, I have to agree with Blaine on this one." Kurt sighed. "Whilst I am pleased to have an explanation for how you suddenly became our master tactician, she nearly broke his damn arm."

"Yes, but she didn't."

"So, you're saying that because she didn't actually break any bones we should all just embrace her with hugs and kisses?" Tina spat. "She is one of them, Rachel. The worst of them, in fact, she has been since high school."

"Well, in case you haven't noticed, Tina, a lot has changed since high school, and Brittany..." Rachel started angrily.

"Well, clearly since you're suddenly into girls!" Tina interrupted her, voice rising. "And you have been planning our supply raids for the last two years, so obviously we were doing just fine without whatever scraps of information Satan found it within herself to…" Tina seemed to notice Rachel's face flushing and shook her head in disbelief. "Oh, you cannot be serious."

Rachel shook her head slowly, desperately trying to regain her control. "Look, I…"

"Who are you?" Kurt asked quietly. She looked up at him. The look on his face took her breath away. She had never seen him look so hurt, so angry.

So betrayed.

"Kurt, please, you have to understand…"

"No, Rachel, you have to understand." He said, quiet rage echoing in his voice. "She has been torturing us, all of us, for the last six years. Longer if you count high school. When they got me she tied me up, had her Cheerios strip me to my underwear and then sat and watched while they shot paintballs at me. For four hours. How did she explain that one away?"

"Kurt…"

"And now you tell me that you have been sleeping with her and lying to us all for two years? For what? A few scraps of information here and there? A promise not to break our bones when she attacks us? Is she that good in bed that you would betray your friends so completely?"

Rachel hung her head and said nothing. What could she say? She felt a wave of shame wash over her. He was right. She had her reasons for her deceit but that didn't make her feel any less dirty in this moment, didn't make it any easier to explain to her friends how she had fallen in love with the women who had mentally and physically abused them all.

"I can't even look at you right now." He spat, standing up to walk out.

"Kurt, wait, we still need a plan…" Puck started.

"Really, Puck?" Kurt span round and yelled at him. "You're going to start now? How do you think you are any better in this situation? How long have you known, huh?"

"Hey, man, I'm not the one sleeping with the enemy!"

"No, you're just the one covering it all up!" Kurt's whole body was shaking with rage. Blaine jumped up and ran a hand over his back in an effort to calm him down.

"Please, Kurt, it's not Puck's fault…" Rachel tried, tears starting to stream down her face.

"I don't want to hear it, Rachel!" He screamed at her. "I don't want to hear any of this! Look at where we are. Look at how we live. We exist inside a nightmare and the only way we were surviving was relying on this group, this family, and the trust we had in each other. So what do we fight for now? What is the point to all of this any more? What does it matter if they burn down the goddamn school?"

Kurt's rage finally blew itself out and he dropped back into his chair, his head in his hands.

"Whilst I agree with everything Kurt just said," Blaine said after a few moments of silence. "The fact remains that there are two members of our family that we need to get back. I suggest we try and formulate a plan. Rachel, is there anything she might have told you that would give us an edge?"

"What?" Rachel tried desperately to clear her head. "Oh, ah...well, there are the maps. And last time she, ah, got me out...I could take us back there and see if we can use that way to get back in?"

"You mean last time when she broke your face?" Kurt said. "Or was that lies too?" Rachel dropped her head again.

"Come on, guys, we don't have time for this." Puck said. "Rachel, did she tell you anything useful about the layout of the house?"

"Oh, like we can trust anything that came out her mouth?" Kurt spat.

"I trust her." Rachel said quietly.

"Rachel, don't be so fucking naive!"

"Guys!" Tina shouted. "Come on! I know how you are feeling, believe me I do, but we have to push past this right now. Our friends need us." She paused and took a breath. "And I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think we need to give Rachel a little credit."

"What?" Blaine's face scrunched up in anger.

"It's been two years, guys. Even Santana wouldn't be able to lie that convincingly for two years."

"Oh yeah? Are you willing to risk your life on that, Tina?" Blaine nodded in satisfaction as Tina stayed quiet. "That's what I thought. Regardless, I think the mansion should be a last resort. I think our best bet is to somehow intercept them on the way back."

"I agree." Puck said. "Let's grab Finn and get out of here."

"Finn's not here." Rachel told them.

"What?" Everyone turned to stare at her.

"He left. Right after…"

"Jesus Christ, and you're only just mentioning this now?" Puck grabbed his kit off the floor and ran out the door, Blaine hot on his heels.

"Goddamit Rachel, how could you be so stupid?" Kurt snapped, reaching for his own bag.

"I don't understand! Unless you think…"

"Of course, that's what we think! How could you not?" He turned to follow the others.

"But why would he go after her?"

"Because he's still in love with you! For God's sake, Rachel, get your head out of your ass!" He ran after the others. Tina threw her bag at her and gave her a shove to start her moving, Marley following with a shell shocked look.

This was bad. So bad.


By the time they reached the bar Rachel was in a state of complete panic. She wasn't the only one. Mercedes ran over to them as soon as they pulled up.

"They went in!"

"Who went?" Puck asked as he jumped out of the car.

"Finn got here, yelled something about Santana and stormed over there. Mike and Sam went after him, tried to stop him but they couldn't so they followed him."

"Fuck." He ran his hand over his mohawk and turned round. "Alright, Blaine, Kurt, go round the back, see if you can't find a way in that doesn't draw too much attention. Mercedes, did Finn leave his keys?"

"No."

"Shit. Anyone know how to hotwire a van?"

"I do." Sugar piped up.

"Good, get that thing started. Tina, stay with the car, Mercedes, the truck. Keep the engines running and be ready. Rachel, new girl, come with me." Puck threw his kit back in the car, pulled his hood over his head and strode purposefully towards the bar.

The heat and noise flooded Rachel's sense as she walked in. It was so dark and the music was deafening, the beat fast with a lot of electronic sound layered over the top. There were bodies dancing everywhere and a terrifying amount of red and white.

As Rachel started to discreetly scan the crowd for Finn and the rest of her missing friends., the song ended and a new one started. Gods and Monsters by Lana Del Rey. The bodies slowed their chaotic rhythms and her eyes landed on Santana, dancing slow and sensually, her body locked to Brittany's.

She felt sick. Her whole body locked up and all she could do was stand and stare as Brittany ground into Santana and licked a slow line up her throat. Santana pushed a hand against Brittany's chest, dipping her backwards, their pelvises still pressed together. As she popped back up Santana spun her round and pressed up against her back, one arm round her waist, her free hand stroking along her jaw, down her throat and between her breasts as Brittany's face turned towards her for a kiss.

Rachel turned and pushed back through the crowd, heaving. She made it no more than a few feet before she heard the fight break out and the crowd started pushing her backwards. Stumbling she tried to turn around and get back with the flow. There was a jumble of limbs and bodies in her way, knocking her every few seconds, making her seriously concerned she would go down and get trampled. She grabbed hold of the shoulder of the guy in front and was trying to pull herself into a steadier position when she saw Santana again, bent double, hand on her side, blood dripping between her fingers and a look of pure rage on her face. Rachel followed the direction she was looking in and saw Brittany, arms wrapped around someone else's waist now, face attached to theirs. There was a clear space in front of them but people jostling behind, and on either side. The person had their arms stretched out and it was only when he fell to his knees that Rachel saw that his arms were being held by two other guys and that Brittany wasn't kissing him.

She was biting him.

"Finn." She whispered in horror.

As he crumpled to his knees Brittany dismounted gracefully and circled in front of him, raising her arms to gee up the crowd. As they roared she spun around on her long legs and aimed a kick straight into his face. Rachel could hear the crunching of bone even above the crowd. She looked around wildly for Puck, Sam or Mike but couldn't see any of them. She looked towards Santana again. She was down on one knee now, breathing hard but she still looked pissed which Rachel hoped was a good sign.

Finn's eyes were rolling in his head. He kept trying to stand and didn't seem to realise he was being held down. Brittany walked past him and bent down to pick something off the floor. As she raised it above her head it reflected the light straight into Rachel's eyes and she realised it was Finn's knife.

Desperately she began pushing her way through the baying crowd. She had to stop this, this was her fault. Brittany circled once again and then crouched down in front of Finn, drawing the knife slowly down his face, her held tilting from side to side. She licked the blood off where she'd cut him and slowly moved round behind him, one hand pulling his chin up, exposing his throat, and the other lowering the knife. Suddenly Rachel saw Puck appear in the crowd behind them and she prayed he would make it through in time, but then Santana was up, holding her hand out to Brittany for the knife. Rachel almost cried in relief.

Until Santana started playing to the crowd.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. How shall we play this, huh?"

Rachel could see the sweat dripping off Santana as she gripped her own side. She was wearing all black so Rachel couldn't see if it was still bleeding but Santana's hand was covered in blood.

"This cabrón just stabbed me in the side, so do I return the favourite or make it a surprise?" She put her knife hand up to cup her ear, waiting for a response. Rachel couldn't make them all out but she could hear Santana's responses and they left little to the imagination. "Please, as if I'd go there. I didn't bring my glasses. Nah, too much blubber to get through first."

Suddenly she stopped. "D'you hear that, Finnocence? How'd you like the sound of that? Someone bring a table!" A tall brunette Cheerio pushed her way into the circle and gave Santana a shot of something, then proceeded to wrap a bandage round her waist. She spoke to Santana in a low voice and Santana shook her head quickly as she downed the shot.

The table appeared, along with two chairs and was placed in between Finn and Santana. Finn was dragged into one chair while Santana took the other.

"Alright, pendejo, we're going to play a little game called five finger fillet." Santana smirked at him as one of his captors slammed his hand down on the table. "Heard of it?"

"Fuck you, Lopez." Finn growled, his eyes beginning to clear.

"Ooh, nice talk , Flubber. You kiss Berry with that mouth?"

"Do you?" He smirked back at her. She slammed the knife down between his middle and ring finger, causing him to jump back in his seat.

"Enough small talk," Santana continued reaching over for a fresh shot and downing it. "As I was saying, five finger fillet is an amusing little game wherein you attempt to stab the table in between your fingers, in sequence, as quickly as possible. However, since A, Britt most likely broke your nose and you probably can't see very well just now, B, judging by your dancing your coordination is laughable at best, life threatening at worst and C, you did just attempt to gut me like a fish, I am volunteering my services to wield the knife on your behalf."

The crowd roared again. Brittany circled the table raising her hands like the audience warm up on a game show.

"Now, on to the stakes. If you, by which I mean me, can complete the sequence five times without stabbing yourself in the hand, by which I mean me stabbing yourself in the hand, then I, by which I mean me, gets to stab you anywheres I wants." She grinned and downed another shot. The crowed cheered, egged on by Brittany.

"Now, you might say that's a little unfair. Well, whine it, seeing as it's you. But, here's the kicker," She giggled, slightly drunkenly. "If you fail, and by you I mean...you know what I mean." She downed another shot. "Then Britt gets the knife back, and she gets to do whatever she wants with it."

The crowd let out a collective "ooh!" as Brittany jumped in the air and clapped her hands together excitedly.

"So, the trick here, Finn," She drawled out his name with a drunken roll of the eyes. "Is to keep your hand as still as possible and just, ya know, go with it." She smiled at him sweetly and raised her shot glass, leaning back in her chair. "Would you like a shot to calm your poor nerves?"

Finn clenched his jaw and nodded slightly.

"Tequila for my fat friend here!" She called to no one in particular. "Now, I must warn you," She slurred as his shot was placed in front of him. "This is my fifth one of these in a very short space of time and I've lost a lot of blood. Cheers!" She downed her shot and lifted Finn's to his lips at the same time before she picked up the knife.

"Here goes nothing, Hudson. If you still have all your fat fingers after the fifth time through it may suck slightly less for you."

The crowd went deadly silent as the knife dropped down for the first time. Santana paused briefly, smiling at him wickedly before moving on to the next finger and the next in quick succession. There was no pauses between the next seven stabs and Rachel realised she had been holding her breath. The end of the first sequence. The next one started up and there were no more pauses, just the rhythmic "dunk" of knife into wood, speeding up inexorably with each pass. Just as she felt she could take no more there was a clatter of metal on wood and Santana was up out of her chair, arms aloft like a prize fighter. She did a lap of honour, slapping people's hands as she went. Rachel ducked her head as Santana passed her section, not trusting herself to catch her eye. Santana stopped and chucked a pouting Brittany under the chin as she reached the table. Rachel felt the bile rise up within her once more as she watched Santana link their pinkies before turning round to retrieve her knife.

Santana perched on Finn's side of the table, his hands now pulled behind his back and picked up another two shots.

"Nice work, manboobs. I was sure you were going to piss your pants." She raised both their glasses, knocked back hers whilst tipping his into his mouth, and in one fluid motion threw the glasses to the ground, flipped the table over and brought the knife down into his thigh.

Rachel felt someone at her back as Finn roared out in pain, Santana span round and was suddenly looking right at her, her eyes widening in fear, and then Rachel was deaf, Santana stumbling backwards and Finn was...well, he was just gone. She saw his feet sticking up as she was dragged backwards, her ears ringing and the side of her face on fire. She couldn't work out what was going on. Was she falling? No, her legs were moving, but she was going backwards, there were hands on her arms, were they hers? Oh, God, the pain in her face! Suddenly she was cold. No, she wasn't cold, the air was cold. She was outside. Her thoughts started to come back to her and she realised she was outside, being dragged backwards. She heard a van door slide open and she was shoved into it. That was when the pain in her face really started to hit home. She cried out and her hand shot up to her face. Then she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and everything went black.