A/N: I've gotten NO responses for my 'How-To-Kill-Mr.-Schue' request, and if I repeat, NO RESPONSE MEANS NO MORE STORY! (Writers block is evil) Anyway, enjoy this next chapter (It's really long :S) and thank you to everybody who read/reviewed this story and my other ones.

Warning: Major abuse of italics, because well, it's Rachel. Also, I know nothing about anatomy, or anything about the human neck, really, so if any facts are incorrect, I'm sorry. Also, this chapter gets kinda graphic, so, beware!

Chapter 7 – Rachel

Rachel was determined.

Mr. Schuester had had the audacity to give Kurt Hummel, of all people, a solo. Don't get her wrong; Rachel Berry is all about equal opportunities and sharing spotlights and all that; she just hates that he gave him her solo.

The song was 'I Speak Six Languages' from 'The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee'. It was sung by Marcy Park, an over-achieving Chinese girl. Everybody knows China and Rachel's native Jewish homeland of Israel both lie on the continent of Asia, giving Rachel a deep, emotional connection to the song.

But of course, Mr. Schuester has to remain completely oblivious to that fact and just siphon off the solo, like it meant nothing, to the gay kid. (Not that she has anything against gays; being the daughter of two gay dads makes her extremely open-minded and accepting.)

Rachel remembers Mr. Schue saying something about 'giving others a chance' and 'everybody is equally talented' while she was storming out the choir room, but what was he thinking? They were obviously not as talented as her. Let's face it; she is really the only one with a chance of making it out of that stupid cow-town.

Well, she'll show them. She'll show them all.

She is going to give an impromptu concert of the song on Monday, then demand that Mr. Schue chooses who sings it better. It may seem harsh, but if she doesn't fight for what she wants, who will?

"I speak six languages! Every language easy, easy as the recipe for making Jell-O," Rachel sang, smoothing out the legs of her pink, silk pajamas as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror, "I speak six languages! And I can say hello, in at least, seven more!"

Rachel sighed happily. That solo was as good as hers. Popping the karaoke out of the CD player, Rachel decided she was going to make some of her special lemon-honey tea to sooth her voice before going to bed. She trotted down the hallway, (Careful not to wake her dads; they did enforce a strict, 2:30 p.m. bedtime and it was almost 9!), and made her way to the kitchen's entrance. She flicked on the light, and then yelped in shock as she saw what – or should she say, who – was waiting for her: Brittany.

The ditzy Cheerio lounged on a chair, calmly sipping what looked like the very lemon-honey tea Rachel had just come to make.

"Hi, Rachel."

"Um, Brittany? What are you doing here? And how did you get in? Did you break in? Because if you did, that means our burglar alarm is faulty! I have to warn my dads just in case-"

"Kurt's dad told us o use a burglar alarm when we were making out that one time." Brittany said, cutting off Rachel's ramble, "And you let me in your house. Remember?"

"Actually, no, I don't remember, Brittany. But I suppose that's not important. Now, why are you here and why are you drinking my tea?"

"The tea helps your voice, right. I've always loved your voice. I want your voice." Brittany stared intensely at Rachel in a way that made the petite brunette uncomfortable.

"That's very flattering, Brittany," Rachel replied hesitantly, "I've had years of vocal and performance training, so if you want, I could give you voice lessons to - "

"I don't want voice lessons." Brittany interrupted, her eyes never leaving Rachel's, "I want your voice. Will you give it to me?"

Brittany stood up from her chair. She stepped toward the tiny Jew with slow, deliberate steps that made Rachel's skin crawl.

"Brittany, I'm sorry I can't just give you my voice. I'm sure you have a really good -"

"Shut up, Rachel!" Brittany exclaimed, "You talk way too much! But I'll fix that for you."

"What… What do you mean you'll fix -"

"Berry!" Brittany shouted, "What did I just say?"

Rachel began to walk backwards, raising her hands in a 'surrender' manner.

"Brittany, what is going on with you? Are you -"

With an almost unnatural speed, Brittany rushed to Rachel, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her into the wall.

"I told you to shut up!" The blonde hissed.

Rachel's eyes widened impossibly as she reached up to claw at the Cheerio's manicured hand.

Brittany laughed dryly. "Aww, look at you, trying to escape. Like you actually have a chance! Now, I've decided something. Do you want to know what it is?"

Brittany moved her hand up and down, forcing Rachel to nod her head.

"Okay, I'll tell you. I've decided: If I can't have your voice; neither can you."

Brittany heard Rachel gasp as she reached behind her back and pulled out a pocketknife. She flicked the blade up and waved it tauntingly, chuckling at Rachel's terrified expression.

"Don't worry, my little Gold Star," Brittany teased, "I'll sing to you. That'll make everything better."

"Brittany, please!" Rachel whispered, "What did I do? I don't -"

"Shhhh…" Brittany shushed.

Rachel stopped her pleading when Brittany placed the tip of the blade on her neck, just below her chin.

"So long! Farewell! Auf Weidersehen, good-die!" Brittany sang as she slowly, carefully dragged the knife down, cutting a deep slit down Rachel's neck, exposing her esophagus. Feeling Rachel go limp beneath her hand, she let her body slide down the wall and onto the floor.

Brittany knelt over the body, studying the gash in the neck. The Cheerio grabbed Rachel's hair, tilting her head back as she carefully wedged the knife in the cut. She wiggled the blade carefully until she heard the tell-tale 'snap' of Rachel's vocal cords breaking apart from each other.

"Wow," Brittany muttered, "You're finally quiet." She giggled. "Seven down."

A/N: That was so anatomically incorrect, I can't even believe it. But please review anyway! And remember, Mr. Schue must die! All suggestions are welcome, even if you think it's the stupidest idea ever, just please, run it by me! Thank you!

Also, songs in this chapter include "So Long, Farewell' from 'The Sound of Music' and 'I Speak Six Languages' from 'The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee.'