AN: Annnd we have an update...Yay. So there is a trigger warning for this chapter. It gets a bit dark... okay a lot dark. I had to edit this chapter a few times as I had to remind myself that in spite of the warning and M rating, youngins do read the adult stories.

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

Stay Sexy lovelies and enjoy.

It was a week later when Ray found himself suddenly being yanked into a dark empty classroom, the door shutting behind him immediately.

"What the fuck?! Whoever you must have a fucking death wish." Ray growled out before squinting at the harsh lights that were suddenly turned on.

"The fuck Satan?" Ray growled out this time from the pain in his eyes from the lights suddenly being turned on in a pitch black room.

"Don't be such a pussy."

Ray immediately turned around and was about to open the door when Santana called out:

"Fuck! Fine, I'm sorry that was uncalled for."

"What do you want? What is so fucking important that you couldn't approach me like a civilized human being?" Ray asked irritably as he turned around rubbing his temples.

He had already been having a bad day and had a raging headache. Santana's stunt just now, making it a 100 times worse.

"Jesus what crawled up your ass?"

Ray stared at her for a full minute before shaking his head and once again turned around to leave. He had managed to open the door before Santana was able to stop him from leaving.

"He tried to contact her." Santana quietly stated and at Ray's raised eyebrow she quickly continued. "Smith, he tried to contact Britt through her old Myspace page."

"I'm aware. She came to my house last night after she received the message and it wasn't the first one either. I was up all night with her." Ray rubbed a hand tiredly over his face.

"I finally got her to get to sleep and stay asleep roughly around four this morning. I managed to talk Coach S into bumping your practice from this morning to after school. Between you and me, she wanted Britt to stay home today and skip practice all together. I argued that practice would give Britt a sense of normalcy right now." Ray let out a deep sigh. "Her parents already contacted the detectives in charge of her case. They have been given access to her Facebook, Twitter and Instagram accounts. Literally the only thing she has left for the moment is her phone as we already changed her number as soon as she reported the assault."

"Why did she come to you instead of me?" Santana asked petulantly as her jealousy began to take over.

Ray started at the cheerleader for a moment before letting out a humourless laugh and slammed the door shut that he had managed to open a few minutes earlier.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? You're getting jealous because Brittany came to me over you? Are you for real right now Lopez? Of course she came to me. I'm her oldest friend. She feels safe with me and she needs that. Did you know she is in therapy because of all this? I mean it isn't that surprising that someone would be in therapy to move past what she has gone through thus far but normally it takes longer for the survivor to admit that they need the help." At Santana's confused expression Ray just shook his head. "Of course you don't know." He grumbled out. "Tell me Santana, do you even talk to Britt about what happened or do you just avoid it all together?"

The cheerleader looked like a deer caught in a pair of headlights at Ray's question. Once again Ray shook his head, this time in disgust.

"You need to fucking talk to her about this. About how she is feeling, about how you can help her. And you need to get your fucking anger in check. Like I told you two weeks ago, This Isn't About You!"

"That's bullshit! If this had happened to Quinn you would have killed him!"

"You're right I would have." Ray admitted honestly. "However," Ray continued upon seeing the cheerleader's smug look at being right. "I would have waited. In the moment that she needed me I would have set aside my rage and pride and been whatever and done whatever she needed me to be. Because in that moment and all the moments to follow afterwards would be about her. My wants and needs would be secondary to hers. And that is the reason why Your girlfriend comes to me for comfort and a sense of security about this instead of you. You can't set aside your pride and rage long enough to help her. Let me guess, you dragged me into this room to demand we do something about that douche tonight because he dared to message Britt something so sexually vulgar when everyone knows that she is your girl and not because he victimized her again." Ray watched as the shame crawled across the cheerleader's face. "Yeah that's what I thought." Ray replied before leaving the classroom, once again slamming the door behind him.

"What was that about JewBro?" Puck asked Ray as he had seen his friend storm out of the classroom.

Ray just shook his head before tapping his ear twice and pointed up. Puck nodded immediately understanding that Ray was pointing out that someone was always listening even if no one was around. The two teens went out to Ray's truck where Ray immediately grabbed his stash of pre-rolled smokes that had a little extra rolled with them.

"What's the word on Smith?" Ray asked once he had lit a smoke and inhaled deeply.

"My source has said that he has been laying low during daylight but is seen out jogging at night. He stays within the limits of his ankle bracelet. The good news is that his jogging route takes him through the wooded area." Puck replied before accepting the cig that Ray had passed to him.

"Good. The fucker contacted her via her old Myspace page. He used an anonymous account thinking that it couldn't be traced back to him but the moron let a few details slip that aren't public knowledge. Cops are waiting to see if any more messages are sent before they bring forth new charges against him. Satan of course pulled her usual stunt of getting all pissed off first and feeling slighted, ignoring Duckie's feelings and needs in that moment. Got her spankies in a bunch because Duckie came to me last night, seeking comfort instead of her."

"She honestly can't be that stupid about this?" Puck asked, shocked by the cheerleader's actions. He honestly thought that Ray had gotten through to her when the assault first happened.

"Mmhmm. She even tried to say that I would be acting the same way as her if it had been Quinn that this happened to."

Puck sat there shaking his head in disbelief. "You know, I thought that she had been maturing this year when it came to her anger and pride. Seems she is just hiding it better. I overheard one of the baby cheerios grumbling about Satan ordering them to slushy some poor sap simply because he had laughed at one of the rumours going around about her. The baby Cheerio had tried to tell her that he was laughing in disbelief that someone was talking about Santana like that and not at what was said about her. She refused to listen and gave the baby Cheerio the ultimatum, slushy the poor sap or get kicked off the JV Squad. They won't go to Quinn about it because they assume it's sanctioned because she is the Captain and Lopez is her second."

"She's getting the baby Cheerios to do her dirty work." Ray mused out loud as he finished his cigarette letting the effects wash over him and dull down his raging headache. "Makes sense as to why I have been seeing more and more of the JV Squad tossing slushies the last few months. I'll talk to Quinn about it tonight. Maybe suggest that she needs to have a meeting with the JV squad without San being there and put a stop to it. Or at the very least get it to slow down some. I dunno I'll figure something out. As for Smith, I'm thinking with in the next couple of nights dude. I have Karate today and tomorrow so the bruises will be explained as I am suddenly going to have an off couple of days in the dojo." Ray smirked at his friend.

"Hmm, guess that means I'll go to Fight Club tonight, it will explain my own bruises. I'm guessing that you have our alibis figured out."

"Yep. Britt will be staying at the house for the weekend starting Thursday and Quinn will be coming over for a sleepover with her best friend. Watching chick flicks and what not. I've already been told that it is a no boys allowed kind of weekend so you and I will be chilling having a bro's night in playing video games and watching Netflix."

"Why Netflix?" Puck asked puzzled.

"Because we can pick a show that we both know, providing that it's an hour long, let it play and leave. It will play through for three episodes, roughly three hours before it will ask if you are still watching. We should be back before that happens or at least within 15 to twenty minutes of it asking before hitting continue. It will seem like we had a 'break; before continuing a marathon or binge watching of whatever show that is picked."

"Smart. So then my only real concern JewBro is how do we get in and out of your house without being seen by the nosy neighbours that you have?"

Ray just smirked at his friend before lighting a second cigarette. "Quick history lesson Noah. So you know how we are boarded by two states that were slave states?" Puck nodded and Ray continued. "Well Ohio was actually one of the most active states when it came to the Underground railroad network. Most transition points or exit ports rather were in the bigger cities like Toledo and Cleveland. What's interesting to me is that there were a few stations here in Lima."

"Stations? As in safe houses and hiding spots? Wait,... no way dude! You're saying that your house was a station?"

"The property was at least. I researched the property last year and discovered all this information about it. Over the last two centuries different houses have been built and in the late 20's and early 30's some bootleggers discovered the old tunnels. They ended up incorporating the tunnel entrance into the cellar foundation and re-enforced the tunnel walls for stability and used them to run rum. Eventually they got busted and the tunnels were allegedly blocked off by family before the police could search the house." Ray explained in between drags as he stared out his front windshield.

"So how did you find the tunnel?"

"You know that built-in oak bookcase in the basement, isn't it odd that it's the only one and that it's located on an outside wall?" Ray casually asked his friend as he dug out a bottle of Gatorade from his bag in the back seat of his truck.

Puck stared at Ray as he waited impatiently for his friend to continue.

"So apparently a family member of the bootlegger was an engineer and devised a way to lock the mechanism that lets the bookcase move away from the wall. No matter what the police did when they searched, the unit never moved so they were never able to figure out that there was a tunnel entrance. That same family member created a 'false door' at the other end of the tunnel as well. By this time the old historical records of where the tunnel actually started and ended had been lost in a fire when the old town hall went up in flames thanks to a Klan rally."

"The fuck...?"

"Yeah apparently there were two African Americans that had been arrested ten years prior and were being housed in the cells that used to be in the basement of the old town hall. Segregation was still a big thing for half the state and most towns and cities had separate jails. In this case though, those cells were to be used as overflow. Word got out and the morons in sheets held a rally that conveniently got out of hand and next thing anyone knows, the old town hall is up in flames. The most that anyone had for the area was a few hand drawn maps that had been passed down but the typography of the area had changed along with any landmarks that the hand drawn maps were useless. Fast forward almost a century later, and one lonely, ostracized kid who has been relegated to the basement once again, bored out of their fucking skull and suddenly the old tunnel entrance is discovered. It was just luck that the music from the party was so loud that no one heard the loud groan of the tunnel opening up for the first time since it had been 'sealed' damn near 80 years ago."

"Where does the other end lead to?"

"The woods. About 150 feet or so from the path that everyone uses when jogging or walking their dogs." Ray answered with a smirk. "It's in one of the many small groupings of granite boulders that have large trees planted on each side. The design is genius in its simplicity. The door will sink in a few inches and slide to the side. Over the summer after discovering it, I built up the texture on the door so it blended a bit more with the rocks and I gave it the image of moss growing at the bottom as well. I made it look like the other rock groupings that were scattered around the area. The only way to tell it apart from the others is by the trees."

"Awesome JewBro."

"I try. So tomorrow night I need you to drive around town aimlessly and get some poor sap to buy you beer like usual. Be seen around before you show up at my place. That way the other's don't ask to join 'boys night'. As far as anyone else is concerned I'll be working on a couple of art projects that are due next week."

Ray glanced at the time and sighed before he finished his smoke and butted it.

"Time for Glee Noah. Oh and not a word to Lopez about all of this."

Puck nodded his understanding before the two friends exited Ray's truck and made their way to the choir room.

...

It was a quiet night, the moon lit the deserted path that Smith was jogging on as it was Thursday night and the majority of Lima's population had either work or school in the morning. His breath coming out in short puffs of steamed air as the temperature had finally begun to drop. It had been a week since Smith had been formally charged with sexual assault and the attempted rape of a minor, as he had just turned 18 a week before the incident while Brittany was still only 16 years old. Ever since he was charged, Smith found that he couldn't go out during the day as everyone avoided being seen with him. He would get harassed if he tried to jog on the outdoor track or side streets. He had been reduced to scuttling around in the shadows like JewFro.

At the moment the former Rugby player was mentally congratulating himself on his getting away with sending the sexually charged messages to Brittany. The teen snorted to himself as he thought about how angry Santana would be. As far as he was concerned it served the bitch right especially after she had helped to embarrass him in front of everyone at school. He had been trying to come up with ways to get back at that freak Ray, but as the guy was now at the top of McKinley's food chain, no one was willing to go against him. Smith had attempted to reach out to the more shady characters in the heights but so far no one was willing to have any type of association with him while the cops were watching his every move. In fact one of the contacts that Smith had out right laughed in his face.

"Ray Sylvester? Formerly known as Ray Berry? That's the guy you want to have people lay a beat down on? Do you have a death wish White Boy?" The contact had asked the former Rugby player incredulously. "Shit man you must be high as hell right now to be asking for those of us who know of him to go up against that dude. Sylvester is well liked around here and those that don't like him, they fear him. And your stupid ass has gone and pissed him off. It will get back to him in a few days that you are trying to get him jumped, you stupid ignorant fuck. Besides, even if someone was desperate enough for the shitty coin that you are offering, no one will be seen associating with you right now knowing that you have that damn monitor on, not to mention the cops are watching you." His contact had grabbed him by the front of his shirt before shoving him away, sending him flying backwards to land on his ass. "Now get the fuck out of here, take your stupid cracker ass home."

Just the memory of that encounter caused embarrassment and rage to curse through him which in turn caused him to lose focus on his surroundings as he ran down the footpath in the woods. He never saw the rope that got lifted across the path just high enough for him to trip over and go sprawling into the dirt face first.

Getting Up Smith looked around for a few feet before finding the rope. He felt a small fissure of fear run up his spine as he realized that it was intentional. His head whipped from side to side as he looked around desperately trying to determine the immediate danger. A shadow to his left moved but he was too slow and was punched squarely in the jaw that once again knocked him on his ass leaving him dazed and staring blankly up at the night sky. Smith let out a small groan as he rolled over and pushed himself up to his knees. Getting to his feet once again he stumbled for a few half steps before he cautiously began looking around. He couldn't hear who ever was out there moving around.

"Who the fuck are you? C'mon show yourself you pussy."

Smith froze at the sinister laughter that answered his demand. He turned around to find a pair of glowing red eyes staring him down. He turned to run and ran into a second being that also had glowing red eyes. The second being was taller than the first and Smith backed away and decided to take his chances with the first one. Turning around Smith put his fists up taking a fighting stance and had to fight the ripple of fear he felt when he could make out the vicious grin on his attackers face.

The former rugby player never stood a chance. His attacker moved swiftly with deadly accuracy. The first hit was to immobilize him, preventing him from screaming out as the quick shot to his solar plexus had momentarily paralyzed his diaphragm preventing him from taking a deep breath of any sort. After that initial hit, what happened next was a brutal beating. One that he had never received before and prayed he would never receive again. Smith's nose was broken, he was missing quite a few teeth now and his jaw had been dislocated. He could barely see out of his eyes as they were quickly swelling shut. Smith let out a high pitch squeal as both his knees were dislocated by two swift kicks. The majority of the bones in his hands were either cracked or broken after being stomped on during one of the many times he had been on his hands and knees. He thought it was over once he fell over and breathed a sigh of release as the tears leaked out of his swelling eyes before letting out a high pitch scream as one or both of his testicles ruptured. The taller of the two shadows winced but otherwise continued to stand watch as the shorter of the two doled out the vicious beating. Smith was curled up in a small ball of agony whimpering and pleading for his attacker to stop when he felt his shorts being yanked down.

"No, please don't." Smith sobbed out, begging as he felt a blunt object pushing against his exposed ass.

"Isn't that how the pretty blonde dancing cheerio begged you to stop?" The shadow growled out. "Wasn't she crying as you violated her with your fingers, begging you to stop?"

Smith weakly nodded, admitting that Brittany Pierce had in fact begged and pleaded with him to stop, to not hurt her before he forcibly held her against a wall and shoved his fingers inside her.

"I'm going to make you scream for me." That growling voice purred viciously in Smith's ear causing the Rugby player's bladder to finally let go. "After tonight the boys in jail are going to love your ass." The voice snarled out before shoving the object into Smith's virgin ass.

Smith let out another screaming howl of pain before being mercifully knocked out. The taller of the two shadows had already retrieved the rope that had been used and was warily watching their shorter counterpart as they efficiently moved around to cover up their tracks. They left the disgraced Rugby player on the path as he was, shorts pulled down to his ankles with a medium sized butt plug shoved in his ass, soaked in his own urine before disappearing into the night.

AN: so as mentioned above this was edited a few times as the attack on Smith was much much more graphic.

as a personal Note, My heart goes out to Naya's family and espcially her little boy. Here's hoping that she will be found.