AN: Alright so I think for the first time in this fic I've needed to post a Trigger warning. Sexual Assault is heavily implied but next to no details are given, I didn't feel the need to be overly descriptive, nor did it feel right given the character it affects.
As always I own nothing other than my plot. Oh and the errors... *sigh*... those are mine.
Stay Sexy lovelies and enjoy.
Ray had already started his truck and was pulling out of his driveway as he ended the call. He was wearing a pair of his linen pants that he would practice his Katas in, an old Titan's gym shirt. He had slipped on his combat boots and grabbed his Letterman on the way out the door. He had raced to put his boots on as soon as Puck uttered the words that he was needed. He was running up the stairs when he was advised that Santana was involved. Ray knew that if Satan was involved then it had to do with either Britt or Quinn and either way it would end ugly. It was a testament to his knowledge of the back roads and skill as a driver as Ray made the 10 minute drive in 2 as he sped to the high school and drifted his truck into the parking lot and his parking space. Jumping out of his truck Ray sprinted into the school and down the halls towards the cafe he could hear the fiery Latina yelling before he even got to the doors. Ray barrelled through the doors in time to catch the enraged Cheerio as she managed to escape from Puck and was launching herself at one of the jocks as she yelled at him.
"¿Crees que puedes tocar a mi chica y salirte con la tuya? eres un hombre muerto! ¡Un maldito hombre muerto! Cuando termine contigo, no podrán reconocerte y tus padres tendrán que tener un funeral de ataúd cerrado."
Ray had pushed the jock out of the way not even noticing who it was just before he caught the girl mid-air.
"Santana! No puedes matarlo aquí, hay demasiados testigos. No sé qué pasó, pero lo que sí sé es que B te necesita en este momento y no puedes ayudarla si estás en la cárcel por asesinato."
"Pero él.."
"Mija," Ray softly used the girl's nickname that her mother had given her knowing it would prevent further interruption. "¿confías en mí cuando digo que me encargaré de todo? ¿De que no se saldrá con la suya en este momento?"
"Yes Ray."
"Good. Now where is she?"
"The nurses office. Quinn is with her."
"Then that's where we are going." He looked over at Noah and nodded slightly as the taller of the two moved to stand behind the livid cheerleader as he heard movement behind him and knew it wasn't going to be good he mouthed the words 'grab her' over Santana's head as he turned around to face whoever the moron was that fucked with his best friend.
He saw that it was the same moronic Rugby player, Smith, Ray had no idea what his first name was and he didn't care at this particular moment. Ray watched as the other jock held his hand up to his face making a show of smelling his fingers as he smirked at Santana, noticing that there was small amounts of blood around the fingernails.
"Your girlfriend smells really good Lopez, too bad the bell rang and interrupted us, otherwise I could have shown her a real good time and what it's like to be with a real man."
Ray began laughing hysterically at the other boy even though he was seething on the inside.
"Y,You a, a, a re,real m,m,man?" Ray stuttered out through his laughter before his face became void of any emotion. "That is the funniest fucking shit I have heard in the last month Smith. You see a 'real man' doesn't bully other people because he's insecure about his shortcomings. A real man doesn't try to come in-between someone else's relationship oh and a real man doesn't need to force himself on anyone. But hey, I guess that was the only way you are able to even get close to getting some pussy seeing as all the ladies in school know about you. Don't they Micro?" Ray sneered, knowing that the other boy was going to swing at him. This time he let the punch connect turning his head as the punch was landing lessening the impact.
"SMITH! FIGGINS' OFFICE RIGHT NOW" Bellowed an enraged Sue Sylvester. She had just come from talking with Brittany and had seen the Rugby player hit her nephew. "YOU," She pointed at a terrified freshman who had been recording the encounter once Ray showed up, the same freshman that Ray had helped before leaving for Italy. "Come with me and bring your phone. "Ray stop by the first aid room get an ice pack and then come to Figgins office. Puckerman take S to go see B and keep her in there."
"Auntie," Ray said just loud enough for Sue to hear him and turned to face him. He leaned up and whispered in her ear. "Check Smith's locker in the boys locker room. I'm willing to bet my 1st Dan belt that he has 'roids in there. Oh and don't scare the freshie too badly, the poor kid has been bullied multiple times by Smith and his crew, not to mention the hockey team as well."
Sue smirked at her nephew as she leaned back and walked away. Ray knew she would do exactly as he suggested regarding the locker check. He also knew that she wouldn't terrorize the poor kid now that she knew he had been a victim.
Ray turned around to face Santana and Puck. Santana was still muttering in Spanish and Ray motioned with a jut of his chin to take the girl outside.
"Satan! If you don't calm down I'll have Noah deposit you in a damn snow bank." Ray threatened. He didn't back down from her murderous glare either. "I refuse to take you to Ducky while you are like this. Right now this isn't about you." He continued once she had stopped muttering. "It's about your girlfriend and one of my best friends. She needs you calm right now if you go to her spitting nails it's going to fuel her anxiety over this whole shitshow that she has just gone through. I'm betting that once you found out what happened you took off and went looking for the moron." Santana opened her mouth to try and interrupt him, to attempt to justify her actions but Ray stopped her before she could utter a single word.
"No San. You left her there at the worst possible time. She had just been violated and you left her so you could satisfy your anger. You abandoned her at the moment when she needed you the most." He watched as his words finally registered with the Cheerio and her entire face fell. He waited a few moments allowing her to calm down for a different reason this time. "Yes she will understand why you did it once she has had time to calm down herself be it a few hours from now, or a few days from now but it wont stop what she is feeling right now until you are back by her side. Take a few minutes for yourself, let Noah take you to the washroom and wash your face S, your anger got the best of you and your makeup is a bit smudged." Ray advised gently as he knew that Santana hated it when she cried in front of people and didn't like to have it acknowledged when it did happen. Ray gave her a small smile before turning around and headed back into the school slowly making his way to the first aid room. The sight that greeted him when he walked into the room broke his heart. The normally bubbly dancer was curled up in as small of a ball that she could manage quietly whimpering as his girlfriend did the best she could to comfort the dutch girl.
"Oh Ducky," Ray's voice broke as he softly spoke gaining both girls attention. The next thing he knew he had a sobbing dutch girl in his arms and her legs were wrapped around his waist as she clung to him. He walked back over to the bed and sat down and waited for the blonde dancer to re-situate herself as she curled up against his chest, listening to his heartbeat eventually dozing off as he softly sang to her.
Ray looked over at his girlfriend and gave her a small smile before whispering. "Hey love."
Quinn got up and kissed her boyfriend before frowning at the swelling that was happening around his left eye. She immediately grabbed an ice pack, cracked the chemical packet inside inside and shook the small bag until it was cold all over. She then wrapped the bag in a thin towel and held it against his face for him as she softly told him what she knew.
"Britt was in the auditorium working on dance steps for a glee number. The music was just loud enough that she didn't hear anyone come in from the backdoor. She hasn't told me the details but Puck told me that he found her in auditorium backstage with her spanks ripped and she was crying. He had been skipping class like usual and noticed a few of Smith's minions standing around the door acting shady as he was about to confront them thinking they were vandalising the space when Smith came out the door as the bell rang looking smug and high fiving his buddies he looked over at Puck and laughed before walking away. Puck walked backstage and yeah. He picked her up and carried her here, sent an SOS text to both San and I. Britt had just got to the part where Smith forced her up against the wall ripping her spanks while covering her mouth so she couldn't scream when S took off I told Puck to follow her. How did you find out?"
"Noah called me. He must have called me as he was chasing Santana. I got in late last night. I would have called but I didn't want to wake you love." Ray took a deep breath and looked down at his best friend curled up in his arms. "We need to try and convince Ducky that she needs to go to the hospital. I saw blood on his fingers as he was taunting S, and it was all I could do to not just rip him apart. He hurt her baby. He hurt her badly enough that she was bleeding she needs to get checked out and if we are lucky he left something behind that can be traced to him. He doesn't get to get away with this." Ray looked up and let the burning rage that was running through him be seen in his eyes as he looked at his girlfriend.
Quinn held back the gasp that wanted to escape. She had never seen Ray look so murderous before. She had seen a lot of emotions flicker over his face over the years but never this one. She could honestly say she was a little afraid of what Ray was going to do if Smith managed to get away with his actions. She cupped his cheek and kissed his forehead, whispering against his skin: "He wont baby."
A few moments later Santana and Puck came rushing into the first aid room. Quinn moved back so Ray could carefully move and stand up with Britt in his arms. Ray motioned for Santana to take his spot on the bed. Once the now subdued cheerleader was seated with her back against the wall Ray carefully placed the sleeping blonde in her girlfriends arms. She started to whimper and clung to Ray's shirt as he moved her but he whispered in her ear knowing that in her dozing state that she would hear him. She calmed at his words and settled once she smelled Santana's perfume. Ray pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the blondes head before standing up once again.
"Once I'm done in Figgins' office we are calling an ambulance for her and we are going to the hospital. If she tries to argue with you about it I'll deal with it. It's not up for discussion." Ray stated with a note of finality before he kissed Quinn and took the ice pack from her, leaving the room.
Translations courtesy of Google Translate so if it is off I apologize to those of you who are fluent in the language.
¿Crees que puedes tocar a mi chica y salirte con la tuya? eres un hombre muerto! ¡Un maldito hombre muerto! Cuando termine contigo, no podrán reconocerte y tus padres tendrán que tener un funeral de ataúd cerrado. : Do you think you can touch my girl and get away with it? you are a dead man! A damn dead man! When I'm done with you, they won't be able to recognize you and your parents will have to have a closed coffin funeral.
Santana! No puedes matarlo aquí, hay demasiados testigos. No sé qué pasó, pero lo que sí sé es que B te necesita en este momento y no puedes ayudarla si estás en la cárcel por asesinato. : Santana! You can't kill him here, there are too many witnesses. I don't know what happened, but what I do know is that B needs you right now and you can't help her if you're in jail for murder.
Pero él.. : But he...
¿confías en mí cuando digo que me encargaré de todo? ¿De que no se saldrá con la suya en este momento? : Do you trust me when I say I'll take care of everything? That he won't get away with it right now?