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Warnings: Explicit language,

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Chapter Eight

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Jacob Ben Israel walked along the school hallways early Monday morning. He'd come in extra early so he could fix the abomination that was now his blog. His blog had been something serious and important in the high school world, and after just one day, they'd turned him into a farce, the school's biggest joke!

Jacob promised to himself that he would exact his revenge, and do it in the most humiliating way possible...

"Have you seen this about Josh Groban? Apparently he's run off with some homely woman," he heard a girl whisper as he entered the computer room.

"I know, I read about it on Twitter," another girl replied, giggling. "He's put a picture up of her. She's disgusting," she said, now sounding horrified.

"Ohmigod! Really? You have to show me," the first said, laughing.

From the doorway, unnoticed, Jacob watched as the picture of a large-busted woman loaded on the internet browser. He smiled cruelly as he recognised the woman in the photograph as Mr. Schuester's mother.

He'd just discovered his revenge, and by the time recess came around, Jacob Ben Israel would be the name on everyone's lips as he broke to them the most important news feed of the teenage world...

Going into the room, Jacob brought out his video camera. Girls were always more responsive when he had his camera, as if they thought Hollywood would see them and immediately snatch them out of this hole they had the nerve to call a town, Jacob thought in disgust, looking at the rotting high school sign that was directly outside of the window.

"Good morning ladies..." he said, sidling up between them, getting his camera ready. "Do tell me more about this information with Josh Groban and his new lover," he murmured, turning the camera on. "You'll get your names sourced as references, of course," Jacob added when they looked dubious.

At that titbit, they both grinned and started to talk to the camera lens enthusiastically.

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Mouse hurried along the school corridors, clutching an early pre-print of the school newspaper. Jacob was trying to get his revenge on them, and the moment this paper got out among the teenagers, his revenge would be complete. Both Mr. Schue and Glee would be shot, and then drowned for good measure. She couldn't let that happen to either...

Knocking on Schue's office door, she breathed a sigh of relief when he opened it immediately, sipping his coffee.

"Good morning, Mouse. What's wrong?" Will asked, the coffee swirling in his stomach unpleasantly as Terri's words from the night before ran through his head.

"I wanted to talk to you about this before anyone else found out," Mouse began.

"I think I know what you're going to say Mouse, and I just want to let you know that I'll do my best to look after him, and I'll make sure that no one teases him," Will said quickly.

Mouse stopped talking, frowning deeply at his words. "What are you talking about?"

"Uhh... Candy attending McKinley High in two weeks," he replied, getting the feeling that he'd just dug himself into an early grave.

Will crossed his legs protectively as he handed Candy's student papers over to Mouse.

"Sarah didn't tell you? I came over yesterday to talk to you about this very thing actually, and you weren't home. But I got talking with your mum, and she thought letting Candy come here was such an excellent idea that she came to sign the papers immediately," he said.

Mouse was silent for a long time as she looked down at the student papers, Sarah's messy signature scrawled at the bottom.

Will started to get very uncomfortable but didn't dare uncross his legs. He loosened his tie slightly, feeling as though it was attempting to strangle him.

"Mouse?" he ventured after another few moments of silence. "Jane?"

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I can't believe you did this, Mr. Schue... I came here to show you this," Mouse said, throwing the school newspaper at him forcefully. "And offer my help to get it destroyed before anyone else saw. But after doing this to Candy and me, you deserve every single thing that will happen to you. And in case you wouldn't already know, I quit Glee," she said, dumping the student forms on his desk as she left his office.

Will looked at the newspaper in confusion, and as comprehension dawned over his face, he realised that he did deserve it, and so much more.

"Fuck," he cursed, kicking his wastepaper bin across the room.

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Puck was worried about Mouse. She looked like she'd been crying during class, and she wasn't in the library at lunch. Ms. Lemay said it was women's troubles and for him to leave her alone, but Puck wasn't sure it was that... Surely she would have at least told him, or said something along the lines so he wouldn't feel like throwing up his lunch?

"Mercedes, have you seen Mouse?" Puck asked her, a frown on his face as he found her outside with Tina and Artie.

"She's with Kurt in the ladies room. Has been all lunch. I wouldn't go in there, Puck," she added as he went back into the school building.

Ignoring her warning, Puck searched three different bathrooms before finding the one she was in with Kurt. Mouse was sitting on the ground, her knees up to her chest as she sobbed into her hands. Puck gritted his teeth and balled his fists, ready to seriously maim whoever the fuck had made her cry.

Kurt just looked up at Puck and shook his head, leading him out of the ladies bathroom gently.

"Who the fuck made her cry?" Puck hissed, his teeth still clenched in anger. "It wasn't me? I mean, she said she knew it was Sarah..." he said, some of his anger disappearing as his uncertainty arrived.

"It's definitely not you. Don't worry about that, Puck," Kurt muttered, his eyes flicking back to the bathroom door.

"Then who was it? I'll get Mr. Schue, and he could probably expel them or something for upsetting her. She's in Glee after all," Puck said, starting towards the bathroom door again.

"I wouldn't suggest that, Puckerman," Kurt replied seriously, making Puck stop and look back at him. "It was Schue who made her cry. He and Sarah have organised for Candy to attend McKinley High, just so he can sing in Glee... Mouse quit the club this morning."

"What? But... She loves singing," Puck said, utterly confused.

"I know. And the worst of it is, she saved Schue and Glee from complete destruction, even after what he did," Kurt replied, offering him one of the few remaining school newspapers.

The rest had been burned in the school's incinerator almost as fast as they'd come out of the photocopier. The same fate happened to Jacob Ben Israel's video recording, and his left shoe for resisting her.

Puck looked at the newspaper, and his anger returned, increasing quickly. He wondered if he'd get expelled for punching a teacher when they really, really, really deserved it...

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At Mouse's insistence, Puck didn't hurt Mr. Schuester. She didn't want Puck to be expelled - you could be expelled, even if they deserved it, apparently - and Mouse promised to leave the bathroom so long as he didn't do anything to Schuester.

It was a difficult promise to make, but he hated how small and weak she looked, curled up on the bathroom floor. He promised and since then, Puck had been walking around the school with a ball of anger inside him, ready to explode at the slightest thing. He kept telling himself that he had football practice that night, and could release it as he practised his tackling.

The end of the day couldn't come quick enough for Puck, and he practically ran to the footballer's change rooms, eager to let the anger out. Out on the field, he saw that Coach Tanaka had already set out the ladder and tires for them to run and jog over.

Puck warmed up quickly, and went over to the ladder, a beat already running through his head as his feet stepped between each rung on the ladder on the grass. As he ran over the tires, he started to sing along to the beat softly, and then returned to the ladder, each drum in his ears matching the pounding of his feet.

"There's a drumming noise inside my head,
That starts when you're around.
I swear that you could hear it,
It makes such an almighty sound.

"There's a drumming noise inside my head,
That throws me to the ground.
I swear that you should hear it,
It makes such an almighty sound.

"Louder than sirens,
Louder than bells,
Sweeter than heaven,
And hotter than hell.

"I ran to a tower where the church bells chime,
I hoped that they would clear my mind.
They left a ringing in my ear,
But that drum's still beating loud and clear.

"Louder than sirens,
Louder than bells.
Sweeter than heaven,
And hotter than hell..."

"Hey, Puck. Where'd you hear that song?" Finn asked as he came up beside him, joining in the ladder run.

"Radio, where else?" Puck muttered, rolling his eyes as he pulled his helmet over his head.

He didn't want to deal with anyone today. He just wanted to let this damn anger out.

I run to the river and dive straight in,
I pray that the water will drown out the din.
But as the water fills my mouth,
It couldn't wash the echoes out...

"That little bitch deserves anything we do to her. I still can't feel my balls!" a voice came from behind Puck.

His teeth immediately grated together, and he clenched his fist as his team mate's words got more crass with every passing moment.

"And did you see that little retard? I think the boy was looking at Rachel a bit too much, don't you? Hey, Puck! You might have some competition against that little retard! Or should I be telling Finn that?" Kent called out, laughing.

As I move my feet towards your body,
I can hear this beat it fills my head up,
And gets louder and louder,
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder.

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole,
Till there's nothing left inside my soul.
As empty as that beating drum,
But the sound has just begun...

Puck saw red and immediately turned on Kent, jumping on him so he fell to the ground hard. The beat in Puck's head matched the sound his fists made against the ribs of the fucking bastard beneath him.

He was only picking on Candy because he thought there was no one here to defend him. Well, he was damned wrong.

"Get off him, Puckerman!" Tanaka's voice was yelling.

Ken grabbed Puck by the helmet, pulling him off his wide receiver with some effort.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Puckerman? You. Do. Not. Attack. Your. Team. Mates!" Tanaka said, still holding Puck's helmet as he shook him harshly.

"Get your fucking hands off me, Tanaka," Puck said, glaring at him even through the helmet.

Tanaka let go of Puck, and turned to the footballer lying on the ground. "What the fuck are you doing, Kent?! You just got kicked in the gonads for fuck's sakes! Why the fuck would you do this now? You need to be able to run, dammit!" Tanaka said, barely able to stop himself from landing his boot into Kent's side. "Get up!"

Kent rolled onto his side and groaned in pain. He was ignored, and left to get up on his own.

"On your knees, boys!" Tanaka yelled. "You too, Puckerman," he added when Puck looked ready to leave.

Puck glared, but dropped to one knee with the others.

"I want an explanation. Right now!" Ken yelled, glaring down at all of them. "Is this because of Glee?" he snarled, looking at Puck.

"No, sir," he replied sourly, glaring over at Kent, who wasn't able to bend and was sitting on the grass instead.

"Well? Then why the hell are you beating up on my wide receiver? Your team mate?" Ken asked, spitting his words out.

Because he's a fucking arse hole that's beating on people smaller than him, Puck replied silently, glaring down at the ground. He couldn't say that because up until last week, before getting a slushie facial, he'd probably have done the exact same thing. He'd changed now. Humiliation was something new to him, and it was something he hated... Puck didn't want to go through that anymore, or put others that didn't deserve the humiliation through it either.

"I'm waiting for your answer, Puckerman, and it hadn't better be a fucking good one," Ken said angrily.

"I wanted to humiliate him, Coach, so he could see what it felt like. I didn't exactly have a slushie handy," Puck replied sarcastically.

"You want to humiliate him? Fine, you'll all be humiliated then... Get up and give me laps around the oval. RIGHT NOW!" Ken yelled when one or two of the team groaned in protest.

"Nice one, Puck," one of the guys muttered, hitting him on the upside of the head as he started to jog past.

"Screw you," Puck growled.

A fence over, the cheerleaders were practising. Well, they had been. The moment Puck had jumped on Kent, they'd all stopped to watch. Even Sue was watching them, eager to get information to crush people under her fist. Quinn was watching for a very different reason, her eyes on Puck as he beat Kent to a pulp.

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"You'll regret burning all of my papers, Jane Franklin, I'll make sure of it! I was going to be the most talked about journalist by the end of the day!" Jacob was saying loudly.

Mouse just ignored him, continuing to do her job in the library. She had more important things to worry about than stupid juvenile threats from this little brat.

"Ah, Mr. Israel... I thought I told you to never set foot in the library again?" Ms. Lemay snarled, grabbing Jacob by the scruff of the neck.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Lemay. How's the ex-husband going with his new wife? She's twenty years younger than you, isn't she?" Jacob asked with a sneer, even as he was almost literally thrown out of the library.

"Oh, he hit Sylvester! Take that, you flat-chested bitch!" Ms. Lemay called out, laughing when Sue smacked Jacob on the head for running into her. "Two for the price of one. This is a good day," she breathed, a broad grin on her face. "What are you looking at?" she snarled at two freshmen.

"Nothing, Ms. Lemay!" they replied quickly, leaving the library.

"Jane, I want you to help Mr. Schuester with this Glee thing. I want Sue to quit as co-director. No student should have to put up with her, even the ones in Glee," Ms. Lemay said.

Mouse froze, halfway through ripping a page from a book. Ms. Lemay didn't know what Schue had done...

"I'm not in Glee anymore, Ms. Lemay," she replied quietly, feeling sick.

"What did that curly-haired bastard do now?" Ms. Lemay snarled, sitting across from Mouse.

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The next day, Mouse called Emma to tell her that her book was available to collect after the lunch bell. Not even two minutes after the bell had rung, Emma was waiting outside of the library doors. It usually took five minutes to get from Miss Pillsbury's office to the library, Mouse thought, shaking her head.

"Thank you again, Jane," Emma said happily, when the book had been loaned to her, clutching it to her chest. After wiping it down, of course.

"You're welcome, Miss Pillsbury. It's due back in four weeks, but I might be able to get an extension on it if you need one... How are you going with the other books you borrowed?" Mouse asked, smiling.

Emma paled slightly, and looked at the book in her hands nervously, smoothing an invisible wrinkle on the cover.

"Haven't looked at them yet?" Mouse ventured a guess, grinning.

"Not as such," Emma said, a deep breath heaving her chest.

"That's all right. I'm sure you will when you're ready... Or you can just think about something else when you take them out of the bag, and focus on that until you read the first page. They really are good books, and nothing about that huge traditional wedding stuff," she replied, smiling.

"Oh, that's good. I don't like traditional ones, really," Emma said, smoothing out more book wrinkles that weren't there.

"Excuse me, can I get served now? I've been waiting here forever," a voice muttered behind Emma.

She jumped slightly, not having heard anyone, and also immediately worried that he'd heard what they'd been talking about.

"You just walked in, Kent... The testicular books are over there," Mouse said sarcastically, easing Emma's fear at the same time. If he'd just walked in, he wouldn't have heard the word wedding.

"Fuck you," the blonde snarled, then went over to the section anyway.

"Oh my, what was that about?" Emma asked in surprise, looking from Kent's slowly retreating figure to the smirk on Jane's face.

"I kicked him in the groin a few days ago. That bruise on his face is new though," Mouse muttered.

"You kicked him in the groin?!" she asked, shock written on every part of her pale face. "Perhaps you'd better come to my office, Jane."

"I'm all right, thanks, Miss Pillsbury," Mouse replied briefly.

She didn't want to talk about it, because if she did Mouse knew she'd inevitably bring up what Mr. Schue had organised for Candy, and she didn't want to ruin Emma's white-knight-in-shining-armour version of Will.

"I wasn't asking, Jane. I'll schedule an appointment for tomorrow before Glee practice," Emma replied, bringing out a small diary.

"I'm not in Glee anymore, Miss Pillsbury," Mouse said for the second time in as many days. "Excuse me, I have another customer to serve," Mouse said, looking to Quinn who was standing behind Emma patiently.

"After school then. I'll see you at 3.10, Jane," Emma replied, leaving the library.

Kent left a moment after her, and glared over at Mouse as he left the library slowly.

"Hi, Quinn. What can I help you with?" Mouse asked, giving the ex-cheerleader a smile.

"I want you to stay away from Puck," Quinn said, glaring at Mouse.

"I beg your pardon?" she asked in surprise, her smile fading.

"Stay away from Puck, Mouse. He loves me, not you," she replied, looking her up and down in disgust. "Puck belong with me. I'm carrying his child, after all..."

"What?" Finn's voice seemed to echo in the quiet library.

Quinn spun to face him, her face pale. "Finn! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Puck wanted me to give this to Mouse. That Israel kid printed an article about her brother, and said for everyone to tease him. Puck's holding him at his locker with the others..." Finn replied absent-mindedly, still in shock about Quinn's news.

Now it was Mouse's turn to be in shock. "He did what?! Give me that paper," Mouse said, her attention diverted as she read the headline of the article.

RETARD TO ATTEND McKINLEY HIGH SOON!

She was going to kill Jacob Ben Israel, and she was going to do it slowly...

Mouse didn't pay much attention as Finn left the library, too busy plotting the Jewish boy's torture in her head. She did notice when Quinn started to cry and went to run after Finn.

"Quinn?" Mouse called, the blonde stopping at the doors to look back at her with tear-filled eyes. "In eight months, after you've given that baby to Mrs. Schuester, what do you think will happen?"

Quinn began to answer, but stopped short, both because she couldn't think of an answer, and because Mouse continued to talk...

"School will be finishing; exams will be starting; the cheerleaders won't even look at you, let alone take you back, no matter what Santana and Brittany promise; and trust me, if you keep pushing everyone away like this, you'll end up alone... And you'll probably be stuck in this town, which is what you fear the most, isn't it?"

Quinn was going to say something scathing in return. But again, her normally-smart-brain failed her. She ran out of the library then, crying from Mouse's words more than Finn finding out about the baby's real father.

Mouse stuck the newspaper article to the front door, locked it and left to find Puck. Ms. Lemay would understand the moment she saw the article, that Mouse knew. She just hoped that Finn hadn't gone straight to Puck, and then she hoped that Puck hadn't killed Jacob without her there to watch the bastard squirm...

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Jacob was still pressed up to his locker by his scrawny throat when Mouse got there. Finn wasn't there, and neither was Quinn.

Puck was the one holding Jacob up by the neck, and the other ten Glee members were there, every single one of them looking murderous. There was more rage in Kurt's face than she'd ever seen before, and Tina looked ready to kill, cracking her knuckles threateningly.

"Sue told me to run it!" Jacob was saying, his voice nothing more than a whisper due to Puck's grip.

"I say we castrate the liar," Mercedes snarled.

"No, no! It was Ms. Lemay! Really, it was. She did it to get back at Mr. Schuester and Ms. Sylvester. I have evidence!" he said.

"Let him go," Mouse said softly, sighing.

Puck glanced at her, and let Jacob drop into a heap on the floor.

"Ms. Lemay ... wanted to get back at ... Will for letting ... your retard brother ... in the school," Jacob said, taking long deep breaths to ease his constricted throat.

Mouse bit her tongue and was a second away from kicking Jacob in the stomach, when Puck did it for her.

"Don't call him that, you little bastard," Puck growled, glaring daggers down at Jacob.

Jacob groaned in pain, and Puck looked at Mouse when she sighed in annoyance.

"After Mrs. Schuester was fired, I sort of volunteered to help as school nurse. I've got a First Aid certificate. One of the very few in this town, apparently," Mouse muttered. "If you hurt him any more, I'm going to have to look after the slimy git."

"Why would you volunteer for that?" Puck asked, shaking his head.

"Because Figgins refused to pay me for it," Mouse replied, folding her arms.

"Umm... Guys, can we get back to ripping into the stupid journalist for writing crap about Candy now?" Mercedes muttered, looking down at Jacob, who was coughing miserably.

"I agree. If he so much as coughs near my shoes, someone has my permission to kick him again!" Kurt said quickly, stepping away from the boy on the floor.

"So where's this supposed evidence you have that shows Ms. Lemay wanting you to run the article about my brother?" Mouse asked, stepping very gently on Jacob's hand. "One lie, and I'll make sure you'll have to type with your toes. Understood?" she asked, applying pressure.

He gulped and nodded quickly. "I'll tell you everything!" Jacob whimpered.

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Ms. Lemay saw the news article stuck to the window on the library's door. She hoped that Jane had used the scotch tape instead of normal sticky tape. Sticky tape was extremely difficult to get off glass, and left an awful residue that never seemed to come off, even after three hours of cleaning.

Opening the library doors, she pulled the article off - it was scotch tape, thankfully - and went to her desk to read what the Israel boy had written.

Halfway through the article - it wasn't half bad, Ms. Lemay thought, considering the limited amount of information she'd given the annoying brat - she heard a loud noise coming from outside the library. When the noise died off, she dismissed it and returned to reading the article, chewing on the end of her pen at the same time.

She'd told herself off almost every day for ten years straight when she chewed on her pen, and so had her ex-husband. After he'd left her for a much younger woman, as Israel had said earlier, she'd briefly wondered if it was because of the pen chewing, and couldn't even look at a pen for months after the divorce. Now she chewed her pens just to spite the bastard, and she sincerely hoped he was the one who ended up with ink poisoning because of all the writing he covered his slimy hands with...

"Ms. Lemay!" Jane called out.

Startled at the sudden noise, she almost choked on her pen. Looked like it was time to stop chewing it again...

"Yes?" she asked, coughing slightly, her throat sore.

"I just wanted to let you know that Jacob Ben Israel is currently being put into detention with Sue Sylvester. He said that you told him to run the article on Candy so you could get revenge on Mr. Schuester for knocking those shelves over, and Sue Sylvester for everything she did to you and your husband," Mouse said. "Jacob also said that he had evidence on this," she added before Ms. Lemay could say anything.

"I have no idea what you're on about, Jane. I loathe that little cockroach, almost as much as I hate Sue!"

"But you still hate Sue more, and by letting the article about Candy run in the newspaper, you're destroying her chance at co-directing New Directions, which also means destroying Will's hopes, and you've held a grudge over him knocking those shelves down for seven whole years! So that would immediately cancel out any hate you had for some annoying school paper journalist, or any loyalty you had to the only person who stayed by you after your husband left you for his dentist's assistant."

Mouse knew how Ms. Lemay glared now: she built up every hateful feeling she'd ever had, immediately honed it on the closest person as if it was their fault, and made them feel like the smallest atom in the world...

"You don't understand, Jane. She ruined my life! Sue sent him to that bloody dentist, knowing full well that my husband had wandering eyes! I would have kept him by me if it wasn't for that meddlesome bitch! And that stupid bastard is nothing more than a thorn in my side; in this school's side! You see the hope he's giving the students by starting this stupid program. No one cares about Glee, anymore than anyone cares about this damned library!"

There was a moment of silence, and Mouse looked at Ms. Lemay with disgust and pity in her eyes.

"You ruined your own life, Ms. Lemay. You know that your husband would have left you eventually; Sue just made it happen quicker and less publicly than he would have done for the ex-volleyball coach here. And yes, Mr. Schue is giving the students hope... But some hope is better than none, and you're so jaded that you can't even see that."

Mouse shook her head and turned to leave the library. Turning back to look at her fallen idol once more, Mouse added, "You're wrong about no one caring about Glee or the library, Ms. Lemay. I may not be the most popular girl in this school, but I still care about Glee and the library. It's a shame that you don't anymore."

Finished now, Mouse left the library. Ten people were waiting outside for her; all of the members from Glee, apart from Finn and Quinn.

Mouse smiled at them briefly. She'd just left the library, and she was no longer in Glee Club, but despite all this, Mouse still felt somewhat happy. She now had friends to stand by her.

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End of the eighth chapter! Hope you enjoyed it!

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