AN: So here is the continuation from the previous chapter. Sorry for the delay, intended to post it right but something came up that needed immediate attention so yeah.

As always I own nothing other than my plot. Oh and the errors... *sigh*... those are mine.

Stay Sexy lovelies and enjoy.

The auditorium erupted in applause. The music from the five friends had drawn in the after school stragglers, as well as the jocks who had been drawn in by the music during the last period, texted their teammates to come stating that Ray was singing and playing. Many had recorded the performances on their phones and had uploaded them to Facebook and YouTube in between songs.

"That was amazing." Mr Schuster praised the group. "I have to ask ladies, who helped you with adjusting your vocals as both songs are not in any of your natural key."

"Ray did." Santana answered for them as Ray Noah and Quinn were putting their instruments back in the appropriate cases and Brittany was waiting for Ray to strip off his vest so she could check on his tattoo.

"It's true Mr Schue." Kurt spoke up at the look of disbelief and Mercedes' scoff. "Ray was the one who helped me with my vocals for my song. I'm sure by now you have had a chance to listen to: It can't rain all the time?" The teacher nodded. "So you noticed that even with my amazing ability to sing at a higher register than most of the boys, even I couldn't sing the song in that key. However as both my falsetto and lower register would never fit, Ray helped me adjust and get comfortable until it felt natural singing the song in the key that I did."

"How did we not know that you could play different instruments Ray?" Mr. Schue asked,

"Because no one bothered to ask. And had I mentioned it I would have been accused of trying to show off in some form or another." Ray shrugged as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had forgotten how hot it was under the stage lights. He flinched as Brittany hit a tender spot as she applied lotion over his tattoo.

"Sorry Ray-Bear."

"It's Ok Duckie. Just a sore spot is all."

"Can you play any other instruments Ray?" Artie asked before anyone else could ask a question.

Sue laughed softly at the question.

"What seems to be funny about that question Sue?" William asked, a tad hostile.

"The better question is which instruments can't Ray play William. My nephew is actually a musical prodigy. You all know that he can hear in perfect pitch. Do you realize how easy that makes it for him to play an instrument once he learns the basics regarding fingering positions and how to hold the instrument properly?"

"I don't believe it at all." Mercedes stated rather loudly.

"Well you have already seen me play three instruments today, Plus I already played the piano for Noah's solo at Sectionals Mercedes. What do you want? Want me to prove it?"

"Yes."

"What's in it for me?"

"What do you mean?" Mercedes asked, taken aback by the question.

"Exactly that. What is in it for me? My friends know I can play. Noah was the one who taught me how to play the guitar when we were just kids. I picked up drumming naturally as I was always tapping out a beat with either my hands or my pens and pencils. The Berry men had me take piano and violin lessons. I learned how to play various woodwind and brass instruments during middle school. So yes I know I can play, I don't feel the need to prove anything to you, but I know you wont leave it alone so again I ask: What's in it for me?"

"My belief in you?"

"Not worth my time." Ray replied bluntly. "After all the fucking grief you have given me the last year and half, especially since the Award ceremony, I honestly could give two shits if you believe me or not." Ray shrugged as he drank from the bottle of Gatorade that Britt had handed him earlier. He hadn't bothered to put his vest or a shirt back on as he knew the blonde dancer was waiting to apply a second coat of lotion to his back. Snickers could be heard from the jocks and other students who had stayed, at Ray's casual rejection.

"If you can play the violin, does that mean you can also play it like a fiddle?" Tina asked.

Ray smiled at the goth girl's question and nodded. "Would you like to hear some?"

"Yes please."

Ray turned around, his back to the audience. He heard a few murmured 'holy shits' once everyone saw his tattoo. He had a quick word with Noah and Quinn, both nodding quickly and went to the drums and keyboard respectively. Ray approached the violinists in the band asking if the instrument that they were playing was theirs or the school's. Out of the four only one was using their own personal instrument. Ray politely asked if he could borrow it and stated that if anything happened to it while he played he would pay to fix it or replace the instrument all together. He also advised the violinist that he had his own bow and offered for the member to look it over making sure that she was comfortable letting him use his bow with her instrument. After her inspection and approval Ray smiled and walked back over to the center of the stage, gently plucking the strings, adjusting them slightly as they were the slightest bit out of tune. Once he was ready he nodded to Noah who did a brief count in and the three of them sang the chorus once before both Noah and Quinn began to play Celtic Thunder's version of Galway Girl.

They once again surprised their fellow gleeks when they all sang with a slight Irish accent. When Ray began to play he sent a wink to Tina who laughed at his actions. Once the song was finished Ray wiped the rosen dust that had been created off the instrument before handing it back to the band member he had borrowed it from. He tucked the bow away back in the multi purpose guitar case. It was just luck that he packed his electric guitar in that case the night before. Brittany once again patted his back dry with the towel and applied the second coat of lotion to his back. Once his back was dry, Ray put his shirt back on, knowing that his very possessive girlfriend would be staking her claim on his skin later that evening. As it was she had wrapped her arms around his waist from the side clearly staking her claim as she had caught some of the girls and baby cheerios staring at Ray's chest and abs.

Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, Ray kissed the top of Quinn's head before murmuring in her ear. "I only love and want you Quinn. I have no interest in anyone else love, not when I already have the prettiest girl in school as my girlfriend."

"Who's the lady with Coach Sylvester?" Mike asked after a few moments.

"That's my mom, Shelby Corcoran."

"Wait a minute," Kurt began. "Your mother is the coach of Vocal Adrenaline?"

"I WAS the coach of Vocal Adrenaline. I resigned from Carmel High last week."

"Why?" Kurt blurted out before quickly expanding. "No seriously why? Vocal Adrenaline has already won four National titles."

"I'm aware as I was the one to coach the team for all four titles. However when I found out that my son crippled my lead vocalist and the reason behind it, I wanted nothing to do with the group. The powers that be told me that if I didn't coach the glee club that I wouldn't have a job. So I said fine, consider it my notice."

Kurt turned to Ray in shock "You're the one who crippled Jesse St James?!"

"Not on purpose." Ray muttered before continuing. "Look he tried to attack me from behind with the intent to cause a very serious head injury. I prevented that from happening and in the process Jesse was the one who ended up with a serious injury."

"Ray, in a single movement you dislocated St James's knee and tore both his ICL and ACL. The boy will have a permanent limp." Sue chidded

Ray shrugged once again. "Again not my problem. He is lucky that is all he has. You were there, you saw what he did."

"So it's true?" Shelby asked quickly and then expanded at her son's raised eyebrow. "Jesse really did attempt to kick your head, aiming for your temple, as hard as he could while your back was turned?" Ray nodded slowly knowing that his mother was going to be livid at the actions of St. James.

He was right. Shelby started ranting in Italian. Ray was amused for the most part, and rolled his eyes at some parts.

"You done now?" Ray asked in a very bland voice. His mother glared at him for his tone and it took everything he had to not flinch.

"So I suppose I shouldn't mention that he attempted to sue for the cost of his medical bills?" Ray asked sheepishly before quickly continuing as his mom's face became murderous "Now, Now, Now calm down. My lawyer was better than his, and, AND, there was video footage of his actions and mine. His attempted lawsuit was tossed before it even had a chance to go anywhere"

"I should start calling you Teflon, JewBro." Puck whispered at Ray while Shelby muttered to herself.

"Why?"

"'Cuz shit just doesn't stick to you Bro." Puck explained.

The UnHoly Trinity tried in vain to hold back their giggles but it was Quinn who broke first and soon after the other two followed. Ray just shook his head with a small smirk in place.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and quickly fished it out of his pocket. He ducked out of the auditorium as he answered the phone leaving everyone confused. After a few minutes Ray came back into the auditorium and approached the blonde dancer, pulling her aside whispering in her ear. Santana, Quinn and Puck watched in concern as Britt's hands flew up to her mouth and the tears ran down her face. Ray nodded at whatever Brittany said to him, a small smile on his face. Brittany flung herself into her best friend's arms, wrapping herself around him as tight as possible as she cried.

"What's going on?" Santana asked as she approached the pair.

"That was Brittany's parents. The DNA test came back and it was a match. Smith is going to be charged with sexual assault. Police should be arresting him now. And once he is formally charged, he will be expelled."

Puck and Quinn having overheard the conversation cheered at the news. The four friends hugged the blonde dancer, as she cried tears of relief knowing that she never had to see Smith's face in the halls ever again.