Chapter 10: Developments
Brittany and Rachel were coming out of the Art room forty-five minutes later, when it happened. The attack that the Trinity knew was going to come, but were trying to prevent. What they didn't take into account were the balls that the Puck-heads had. Never in a million years did they ever think anyone would be ballsy enough to slushy Brittany.
Brittany was off-limits. Giving Brittany a slushy facial was the equivalent of signing ones death warrant. Everybody knew that, but apparently Nikki had two of the hockey player wrapped around her finger.
Neither of the girls even noticed the boys until just before the icy red and blue liquid hit their faces.
As the boys passed they said, "That's for getting Nikki suspended, bitches."
Rachel wiped the red slushy off of her eyes as best she could, and then looked over at her girlfriend. The blue liquid was dripping down Brittany's face, dripping onto her cheerleading uniform. She had her eye shut tight, and Rachel could see that her bottom lip was quivering. It broke her heart to see her girlfriend so traumatized.
Rachel realized that she was going to need help to get them both cleaned up, because she doubt that her girlfriend was going to be able to do it herself. The first one was always the worst. It had taken her the entire lunch period to get herself cleaned up the first time Santana had slushied her. Thankfully at that moment Kurt and Mercedes came through the frozen crowd, and started pulling them towards the Cheerios locker room.
"Tina and Mike went to find Quinn and Santana to help clean up Brittany," Kurt said, as soon as they were through the locker room doors.
Barley five seconds later Quinn and Santana busted through the same door they had just came through. "Oh my god," Quinn said, as soon as she saw the drench couple.
Brittany was sobbing while desperately trying in vain to get the stinging slushy out of her eyes, but she was just making it worse. It was clear to Santana that they both needed a shower to get the offending liquid off of them.
"Britt, stop it. You're making it worse. Wheezy, Lady Lips, scram, we got this," Santana said shortly.
"We ain't leaving our girl with you, Satan. You might drown her in the showers," Kurt said.
The look that Santana gave Kurt made the boys knees buckle in fear. "She ain't your girl. She's ours, and I sure as hell wouldn't hurt her. Now scram before I cut you."
"Yeah right like we're supposed to believe that. You hate Rachel and you have no problem with expressing that fact. You're the one who started these stupid ass slushy attacks in the first place," Mercedes snapped, and then softened visibly by the guilty look that appeared on Santana's face.
Rachel wanted to save her friend from Mercedes and Kurt's scrutiny. "Thank you for your concern, but it is unnecessary. Santana is my friend and she wouldn't hurt me. Please go on to your next class. I wouldn't want you to fall behind on account of me."
"Are you sure girl?" Mercedes asked.
"Yes. We will see you in Glee," Rachel replied.
"Okay, but if she kills you, it isn't our fault," Kurt said, as they walked out.
Santana looked back to her slushy covered friends, and said, "You two need to take a shower. We'll make sure nobody comes in."
"Okay," Rachel said. "Can one of you go to my locker and get my slushy kit please?"
"Sure I'll go," Quinn said. "What's your combo?"
Rachel gave Quinn her locker combo. Santana helped her wrap up her cast so that it wouldn't get wet, and then pulled her sobbing girlfriend into the showers. She attempted to get them both undressed, but was having difficulty because of her cast, and the fact that her girlfriend was still practically blind thanks to the slushy in her eyes. She briefly wondered how she had managed to even shower and get dressed that morning without calling for Santana to help her. She said screw it in her head and just moved them both into the shower fully clothed, to at least rinse the slushy out of her girlfriend's eyes.
Santana came in a few minutes later with towels, washrags, and her shampoo and body wash. When she saw that they were both still fully clothed, she dropped the pile of stuff onto the half wall of the stall, and pulled them both out from underneath the spray. She helped Rachel get Brittany's uniform off, as well as her bra and underwear, before putting her back under the spray. The sudden loss of clothing, as well as the spray of water hitting bare skin seemed to jolt the blonde from inside her happy place, and she started to wash her eyes out properly.
"Turn around Rach, and I'll unzip you," Santana said softly. Rachel did as she was told, and then Santana unzipped the dress for her. She then helped to peel the wet dress down Rachel's body, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. Her eyes rested on Rachel's covered crotch and said, "Wow, you really can't tell that you have a dick at all with those things on."
"Yeah, they work wonders," Rachel said, giving her friend a soft smile. "Thank you Santana," she added as she took off her bra and underwear. She was more worried about her girlfriend then the fact that Santana was getting a good look at her naked body.
"No problem," Santana said, and then leaned up against the shower wall facing away from the couple. "Who was it?"
"I did not get a good look at them, but I think it was two players from the hockey team," Rachel replied, as she lathered Brittany's hair up with shampoo.
"Did they say anything?" Santana asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact they did. The attack was ordered by Nikki, who apparently got suspended for her stunt this morning."
"Britt, are you alright?" Santana asked.
"No. I'm sad," Brittany cried, finally speaking for the first time since the attack.
Tears formed in Santana's eyes at her friend cries. "I am so sorry I started this. I am so sorry I slushied you that day Rachel."
"It's okay Santana," Rachel replied. "Tilt your head back, baby, so that I can rinse your head."
Quinn walked into the shower room carrying Rachel's slushy kit, and a clean uniform for Brittany. "Everything okay in here?" she questioned as soon as she walked through the entrance, and then noticed her girlfriend's tears. "San, are you okay?
"I'm fine babe," Santana said reassuring. "Did you lock the doors?"
"Yeah. The only person who could get in here now would be Sue."
As if she had been summoned by Quinn, the she-devil herself stepped into the room, scaring all of the occupants as she barked, "What's going on in here?" She took in the sight before her and then growled, "Brittany, what are you doing in that shower with the midget."
"The mean hockey team slushied us," Brittany cried.
Rage filled Sue's entire being. Nobody slushied Brittany and got away with it. "Who?" she asked sharply.
"Rachel didn't get a good look, Coach, but they did tell her who ordered the hit. It was Nikki. She's mad because she got suspended," Santana said.
"Yes it had taken a lot of arguing on my part to even get her suspended for the day. I'll handle her insubordination when she returns tomorrow," Sue told them. "Q, you and S need to get back to class.
"But Coach," Santana started. She didn't want to leave her friends, and she knew her girlfriend didn't want to leave them either.
"No buts, except the one you sit on Boobs. Get to class, before I make it run laps after school," Sue snapped.
Santana and Quinn knew better then to argue any further. They quickly made their way back out of the locker room and headed for their class, after briefly toying with the idea of skipping it. Sue would know though and then they would be in big trouble.
"Baby B, are you okay?" Sue asked tenderly.
The soft tone in her voice as well as the nickname was a shock to Rachel.
"No, Aunt Sue. Those mean boys made me sad," Brittany said.
Rachel was speechless. The mean crazy ass coach was Brittany's mystery aunt.
"I know sweetie," Sue said. "Finish cleaning up, and then come down to my office. Okay?"
"Okay," Brittany replied sadly.
"You," Sue pointed at Rachel. "Finish cleaning up both of you, but keep that pee stick to yourself. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am," Rachel squeaked.
"Good. Both of you come straight to my office when you're done," Sue said, and then turned on her heels.
As soon as they heard the locker doors slam shut, Rachel squeaked, "Coach Sylvester is your Aunt?"
Brittany giggled at her girlfriend's expression, which made Rachel smile. Happy looked so much better on Brittany then sad.
"Yeah, but don't tell San. Auntie Sue, and Quinn want to see how long it takes for her to go crazy," Brittany said.
"Okay. I won't," Rachel said. She moved them so that she could wash her own hair.
"How comes you've never mentioned Sue Sylvester in your aunt?" Rachel asked.
"I wasn't allowed to, because Auntie didn't want anybody to be mean to me, or suck up to get to the top just because she's my aunt," Brittany explained, as she helped lather Rachel's hair up with shampoo.
"Is she your mom's sister, or your dad's?" Rachel asked.
"My Mommy's," Brittany replied.
This was a new development. She had already knew that both of Brittany's parents had Down Syndrome, as well as how she came to live with her Aunt and Uncle. Her mother Jean had been put into the assistant living home nearly twenty years ago. She met and fell in love with Brittany's father Mitch Pierce and then they had her, or at least that's how Brittany told the story. Rachel had seen, but never actually met Mitch. When Rachel had first started meeting Brittany at the pond, the blonde was living with her father's parents. About a year later, Brittany's father died because of liver failure. A few months later, both of her grandparents died in a car crash.
The day Brittany had told Rachel that her grandparents were gone, and that she had to move in with her Daddy's sister, broke her heart. Not only because Brittany had lost two of the most important people to her, but also because the blonde told her that she wasn't going to be able to come to the pond anymore. That day she had almost spoken to Brittany. She had wanted to so bad, but no matter how many times she had tried to speak, no words came out. Only tears.
The next Saturday she had her daddies' take her to the pond like normal, just in case the previous Saturday had been a dream. Much to her pleasant surprise, her beautiful blonde goddess was standing there waiting for her. Brittany explained that her Auntie was going to bring her to the pond every week, before she took her to see her Mommy. For the second week in a row, Rachel had almost spoken.
Thinking back on it now, Rachel realized that she had never seen Brittany's aunt. In fact whenever Brittany said anything about the aunt who took her to the pond, she always called her Auntie, not Aunt Mary like she normal called her aunt. She had never really paid attention to that fact, but now she realized that Auntie, and Aunt Mary were two different people. Brittany was in fact telling her all along that she had a second aunt. That meant that Sue was at the park every Saturday for nearly three and a half years.
"Sue is the one who takes you to the park, not your Aunt Mary," Rachel said aloud.
"Yup," Brittany said popping the 'P'. "I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out."
"So am I," Rachel replied. She looked up at her girlfriend smiling face, and asked, "Are you feeling better now?"
"Yes. Auntie Sue will take care of those mean boys. I'm really sorry that this happened to you all the time," Brittany said, as she helped Rachel rinse the shampoo out of her hair.
"It's okay. I'm sorry you got slushied because of me," Rachel said quietly.
"You are not the reason this happened. I got that slushy because Nikki was making fun of you, and I defended you. I will do it again if I need too. Please do not blame yourself for this." Brittany said, as they rinsed Rachel hair.
"I love you," Rachel replied.
Brittany smiled and then gave her a kiss. "I love you too," she said when she pulled away. She ran her hands down her girlfriend's body, slowly, until she reached her desired destination. "We're all alone in here," Brittany said seductively, and then gripped Rachel semi-erect member.
"Mmm, Britt we can't," Rachel panted.
"Why not?" Brittany asked.
"Because we're at school, and Coach Sylvester, your aunt, is expecting us in her office," Rachel replied.
"Fine," Brittany sighed, and then pouted.
Rachel shut off the water and then handed a towel to Brittany. They moved out of the showers and went in search of their clean clothing. As they got redressed Rachel said, "Mr. Lopez said that you're allowed to come over for an hour after school, so that we may work on our duet."
"Does that mean we can share sweet lady kisses when nobody is looking?" Brittany asked.
"If we find ourselves alone for a few minutes, I could be persuaded to partake in some sweet lady kisses," Rachel answered.
Brittany started jumping up and down, while clapping her hands in excitement.
It took another five minutes before both girls were fully dressed again, with their hair pulled back into ponytails. Rachel, unfortunately was back into her usual attire of sweater, skirt, and knee high socks.
"Come on, before your Aunt Sue comes back looking for us," Rachel said, and started pulling her girlfriend out of the locker room.
Brittany and Rachel stopped by Sue's office, before heading to their eighth period class. The meeting was brief, but left Rachel disoriented. Sue only wanted to make sure that Brittany was alright, which Rachel found sweet, however Sue's soft spoken tone is what frazzled her. It was going to take her a little time to get used to that. Sue also stressed to her that it was important for her relationship with Brittany to remain a secret. Which Rachel quickly agreed to do. She didn't want anybody hurting, or taking advantage of Brittany either.
As they were making their way to their eight period class, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. They quickly changed their route and made their way to the choir room. Mr. Schue had convinced Principle Figgins that it was in New Directions best interest to have practice every day during school hours, in addition to their before and after school sessions. Figgins agreed, and gave the Glee Club a full period at the end of the day.
Rachel was nervous as she walked toward the choir room. She had managed to evade Finn all day. She was hoping that Finn had enough time to allow him to see reason. She wasn't trying to hurt him. She just wanted to be happy.
They were the first to arrive, followed closely by Quinn, and Santana. Their friends looked like they had ran there from their previous class.
"Are you guys okay?" Quinn asked, almost immediately after crossing the threshold.
"We are doing much better, Quinn. Thank you very much for your concern," Rachel replied.
Quinn smile and shook her head at Rachel's response. She went to say something, but was interrupted by Kurt and Mercedes coming into the room.
"Girl, I'm glad that they didn't drown you in the showers, but they could have at least let you borrow something else to wear," Mercedes said, upon seeing that Rachel was back in her usual attire.
"Lay off, Wheezy," Santana said.
"Why the hell do you care, Satan?" Kurt sneered. "Two weeks ago you told her that she dressed like the fantasy of a perverted Japanese business man with a dark specific fetish.
Quinn, Santana, Mercedes, and Rachel looked at Kurt like he had grown a second head.
"How the hell did you remember exactly what I said?" Santana asked.
Kurt shrugged his shoulders at her.
"San. I'm not a perverted Japanese man, and my fantasies aren't dark," Brittany said, while staring intently at Rachel.
Mercedes moved towards Rachel and softly said, "Girl, you better watch yourself around her. She looks like she wants to gobble you up."
"I can take care of myself just fine, thank you. I am curious as to why you are suddenly concerned with my well-being," Rachel replied.
"Because we don't want Satan to hurt you," Kurt interjected.
"Thank you for your concern, but it is not necessary," Rachel insisted. She was glad that they seemed to be concerned with her getting hurt, but she was wondering why now all of a sudden.
"Whatevs," Mercedes said, and then sat down.
Tina and Mike walked in with Artie right behind them.
"What happened to your hand?" Tina asked almost immediately. It had been bugging her all day, but she hadn't had a chance to ask about until now.
"That's a very good question," Kurt said, suddenly remembering that Rachel was sporting a brand new cast on her right hand. "If I am right, it has something to do with my potential step-brother's hospital trip on Saturday."
A sheepish guilty look crossed Rachel's features.
"Wait, you're the one who broke Finn's nose?" Artie asked, surprised.
The rest of the club, minus Mr. Schue and Finn filed into the room as Santana proudly said, "Yeah she did. Finn was being a total prick."
"What did Finn do?" Tina asked.
"I do not want to discuss it at this time," Rachel said. A moment later Finn walked through the door. She waked over to him and asked, "May I speak with you privately please?"
A goofy smile formed on the tall teen's face. "Sure Rach," he said, and then walked back out into the hallway again.
"I wanted to apologize for punching you. I am very sorry that I lost my temper," Rachel said.
"Yeah. I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said that stuff about Brittany," Finn said.
Rachel smiled at Finn. This was going much easier then she had originally thought. "I also wanted to say that I am truly sorry for cheating on. It was never my intention to hurt you. We got caught up in a moment and it got carried away."
"It's okay Rachel. I forgive you," Finn said. "Besides it's not like you fooling around with her actually counts. I thought about it all weekend and I realized that you're still a virgin, because Brittany's a girl. So as long as you don't do it again, then I don't see why we still can't still be together."
Rachel was dumb founded. She could not believe that those words had come out of his mouth, or that he sounded like he believed them. She definitely was not a virgin any longer, nor was she going to stay with him.
Finn leaned towards her, and attempted to hug her, but Rachel pushed him away as best as she could. "Finn no. We are no longer together. I am truly sorry if this hurts you, but I want to make it clear that I don't love you Finn. You are a sweet boy, but I have never had romantic feeling for you. I used you, in hopes that some of your popularity would rub off on me. I love Brittany. I always have."
Finn's looked more and more confused as Rachel spoke. She really hated that she had let her ruse go on for so long. It was never her intention to hurt Finn. In fact when she first start going after Finn she had hoped that she could fall in love with him, but she never did. Her love for Brittany was just too strong to push aside for somebody else.
"I don't get it," Finn said. "You said that you just got carried away. You sounded like you regretted fooling around with her."
"I regret cheating on you, but I do not regret having sex with Brittany," Rachel said, emphasizing the 'not' and 'sex' parts. "I wish I had waited until I broke up with you before I slept with her. That's what I regret. You didn't deserve that."
"You didn't sleep with her," Finn snapped. "You fooled around. You need a dude for it to be considered sex. You are both girls, so it doesn't count."
"Yes it does," Rachel yelled irritated, and then realized how loud she had gotten. "Since you don't seem to understand this very well, I'm going to go back into the choir room. We are over Finn. I'm with Brittany now."
Rachel started to walk into the choir room, but was stopped when Finn roughly grabbed her upper arm. "Don't walk away from me. We're not done talking yet," he growled.
"Finn let me go, you're hurting me," Rachel gasped in pain.
"No not until you say that this has all been a joke. You're not really leaving me for that slut, are you? No. Santana put you up to this. Right? Don't you see that she's evil? Don't listen to her," Finn said eerily calm.
Rachel was flabbergasted by Finn. How the hell did he manage to bring Santana into this? He didn't even know that she was staying with Santana.
Finn must have sensed her thought path, because he said, "Yeah, I'm not as stupid as you seem to think I am. I heard the rumors of your new protectors. Following you to all of your classes. Slipping into the auditorium with Satan. She has you so twisted up you can't even see what is right in front of you."
"What the hell Finn. Were you following me?" Rachel asked.
"Duh. You are my girlfriend. I need to protect you from those bitches," Finn said, and tightened his grip on her arm.
"The only person she needs to be protected from is you Frankenteen," Santana said suddenly. Neither of them had heard her come out into the hallway. "Let her go, before I make you do it."
"Stay out of this," Finn sneered. "She isn't any of your business, so stay the hell away from MY girlfriend."
"She isn't your girlfriend anymore. She's Britt's," Santana said slowly and clearly. "Let go of her arm, before I break your hand."
Finn looked a little scared, but left his hand right where it was.
Santana looked angry, but calm, and Rachel knew that whatever the girl was going to do wasn't going to be pretty.
Speaking a little louder, so that the club could hear her clearly, Santana said, "It must really hurt your poor ego, having your girlfriend leave you for a chick. I get why she did it though. Britt is so much better in bed then you could ever possible think of being. Britt can really please a girl, while you can barely get it in before you blow your load. God that night was the worst experience I've ever had with a guy. Although I have to thank you. That god awful night made me realize that I am gay. So thank you very much." Santana laughed at the look on Finn's face. She just had to rub it in a little further. "Ya know. I'd be careful if I were you. You're getting gonna get a reputation for turning the girls you're with gay."
Rachel felt Finn loosen his grip allowing her to yank her arm away from him. She stepped over next to Santana, and then addressed Finn again, "Finn, please except this. You'll find somebody who will love you the way you should be."
"Whatever Rachel. If you want to be some stupid dyke then what the hell ever, but don't come crying to me when you realize that they're playing you," Finn spat, and then took off down the hallway.
"Are you okay Tiny?" Santana asked.
"Yeah. My arm hurts, but it could have been worse," Rachel said. "I made a real mess of things."
"No you didn't. You are just doing what makes you happy. Don't feel guilty for that," Santana said.
"Thanks Santana," Rachel said. "Do you think everybody heard what you said to Finn?"
"I know they did," Santana said. "We all heard you when you told him that you are Britt's girlfriend, not his."
"That means that you just outed yourself on purpose," Rachel said.
"Yeah I did," Santana said, and then got very pale. "Aye dios mio, I can't believe I just did that."
"It'll be okay Santana," Rachel said comfortingly and started rubbing circles on the taller girls back. "Come on, let's go face the firing squad."
"That's not funny, Tiny," Santana said.
"The look you got when I said that was though," Rachel chuckled.
"Whatever Tiny. Just remember that I know where you're sleeping," Santana said and then darted into the choir room.
"Santana what does that mean?" Rachel asked as she followed her, but stopped as soon as she was over the threshold. Every person who wasn't Brittany was looking at Rachel and Santana in shock.
"What the hell are you all looking at?" Santana snapped after a moment. "You didn't freaking stare at Kurt when he came out, so don't do it to us."
Rachel went over and sat down next to Brittany, who wrapped her arms around her tightly.
"Well yeah, we all knew Kurt was gay before he told us," Tina said. "Besides that little comment Brittany let slip last year, this is all kinda out of the blue."
"Yeah, we're just wondering when Rachel and Brittany got together," Artie added.
"Screw the when," Mercedes butted in. "I want to know the how, and why you two were all over Finn and Puck last week and now you're both telling us that you're gay."
"I was not all over Puck. I was just pretending to be all over him. There's a difference," Santana said.
"So Pucks your beard?" Sam asked.
"Yes Trouty Mouth. Puck's my beard," Santana said. "Look none of that shit matters. All you need to know is that Tiny finally ditched the overgrown man child, and got together with Britt-Britt, and that I'm gay. Everything else is none of your damn business. Gots it?" Santana finished her monolog and then sat down in between Rachel and Quinn.
Each of them mutely nodded their head yes. They all knew what the tone in Santana's voice meant back the fuck off or else. The last person who defied the tone got her ass beat. In all honesty they were all trying to figure out whether or not this was all an elaborate joke. However when Brittany placed a quick but gentle kiss onto Rachel's lips it really sunk into their minds that they were not joking.
In the shock of learning that there had been a couple shift over the weekend, and that Santana was gay and was apparently being nice to Rachel, nobody had noticed the proud, but fearful look that Quinn was wearing. She was extremely proud that Santana had been able to push her fears away to help their new friend out, but was fearful that her girlfriend was going to let it slip about them. In just a few short hours ago she had learned that Santana's parents knew about them, and now Santana had outed herself. She felt as if things were progressing too fast for her. They hadn't even discussed coming out to the Glee club let alone their parents, and now she was afraid that Santana would want her to do the same. That was something that she just was not ready for. She needed to talk to Santana after school, and she was hoping that her raven haired beauty wouldn't be too mad at her for not be able to take that next step with her.
"Hey guys," Mr. Schue said as he walked through the choir room door, and to the piano. He faced away from his students, so he didn't notice the still shell shocked looks most of them were wearing. "Sorry I'm late, but I just got the list of our Section competition, as well as what we are expected to perform. That being said I went to talk to Sue and Coach Beiste, and they have agreed to help get everybody into shape. This is our year and we need to do everything we can to get to Nationals."
He finally turned around and saw the varying looks on their faces. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"Yeah, we've all been dropped into the middle of an alternate dimension," Artie said.
Will looked around the room trying to figure out what that had meant. He immediately noticed that Finn was missing, and then he noticed that Rachel was sitting in between Brittany and Santana, which he found odd, and the bright pink cast that covered her hand.
"Where's Finn, and what happened to your arm Rachel?" Will asked.
"Finnessa, went to nurse his wounded pride," Santana said.
"Santana stop with the name calling," Will said irritated.
"Why?" Brittany asked, and then proceeded to shock the entire room when she said, "Finn had no qualms when he called my girlfriend a dyke ten minutes ago." Brittany noticed the shocked looks on everybody's faces, so she turned to her girlfriend and asked, "Did I not use the word qualms right? I learned it today during my special class."
"No baby, you used it right," Rachel assured her, along with smile. "You just shocked everybody with how smart you are."
"Awe, thanks baby," Brittany said, and then rubbed her nose against Rachel's, and whispered, "I love you."
Will stared at the new couple with a flabbergasted look.
"See," Artie said, as he threw his arms up. "Rachel not only broke up with Finn, but she also broke her hand off of his face. Brittany and Rachel are a couple. Santana outed herself, and is being nice to Rachel, and Brittany is using tough words. We all woke up in an alternative universe."
"I'm with Artie on this one," Mike said. "The hockey team even had the balls to slushy Brittany, and that's just not cool."
"We did not wake up in an alternative universe," Rachel said. "It's just been a shocking day is all."
"You can say that again," Kurt said.
"You punched Finn? What happened to us being a family? You do not punch your family," Will said.
"Normally I would agree with you, but I lost my temper when Finn called Brittany several mean names. I have already apologized to him a little while ago, however he is having a hard time excepting our break-up, so he left," Rachel said.
"Well did anybody go and check on him?" Will asked.
"Why the hell should we?" Santana snapped. "Hudson's being a homophobic asshole right now, and until he cools off he doesn't deserve our sympathy."
"Look can we please not argue," Rachel butted in before Will was able to chasten the Latina. "What goes on between Finn and I is none of your concern. Finn will be fine down the road. He just needs a little time to cool off."
"Fine," Will relented. "Starting next week we are going to start on our set list and routines after school. Is anybody ready to perform their duet?"
Nobody raised their hand. "Nobody? Really? All right guys. Start working with your partner and work on them."
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In his hast attempt to get away from his ex-girlfriend, Finn rounded a corner too quickly, and ran right into Dave Karofsky; knocking them both to the ground.
"Watch where you're going homo-lover," Karofsky sneered, as he stood up.
"I ain't a homo-nothing, you ass wipe," Finn spat, and then got what he thought was a brilliant idea. Karofsky was the biggest homophobe in the school. He would make Santana, Brittany, and Rachel's lives hell. Then Rachel would see that being with Brittany was too much hassle, and she would come running back to him. "Stupid dykes are ruining my life, and reputation," Finn spat angrily.
"What dykes?" Karofsky asked.
"Fucking Santana and Brittany. They've managed to convince my girlfriend to take part in their sick game and sleep with Brittany, and then they got her to break up with me."
Karofsky got a dark look, and Finn knew that his plan was working. "Stupid dykes," he mumbled. "What are you going to do about it?"
"There is nothing I can do at the moment," Finn said. "She has her mind made up. If she wants to be a stupid carpet muncher, then so be it. I just want them to know their place. There is no way in hell am I going to let those fucking dykes rule this school. It's time to take it back."
"How?" Karofsky asked eagerly.
"By making their live miserable, the best way we know how," Finn said evilly.