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"FINN!"
Finn whipped his head around, expecting to see Rachel come running into the Choir room.
But even as he stepped into the Hallway, there was no Rachel.
Her scream had sounded close; she couldn't have been that far away, right? "Rach!" he called, unaware of the front doors locking themselves.
He thought of all the places she could've gone. He turned another corner, and spotted a door opening. A shoe. Two. Mary Janes- Oh thank god it was Rachel. "Rach! What's wrong, why did you scream?" Finn ran over to her, but slowed.
Rachel looked different.
Her cute brown eyes were now a bright red. Her hair had suddenly become tangled. She looked thinner, somehow. She was pale. And when she smiled, it wasn't the adorable grin Finn was used to. It was the smile of a mad person. "Rach?" he asked softly.
Rachel reached up and grabbed Finn's shirt. She started walking, towing the teen behind her as though he were a puppy on a leash. Were her nails always this sharp? He wondered as they poked him through the fabric. Upon reaching the Choir room, Rachel turned back to him. She released her grip and pointed into the room.
"What?"
She jerked her head, eyes pleading.
"Rachel I don't understand. Do you want me to go into the room or are you-"
Rachel's eyes suddenly blazed with furry. She opened her mouth, as though she were just talking normally, and shouted. It wasn't any particular word. Just one long, banshee like howl. She whipped out her arm, and Finn flew into the choir room.
He lay on the floor, dazed as the rest of the club rushed to their fallen teammate.
"Finn!"
"What happened?"
"Did Rachel just-"
"Oh my god!" Shit. You knew it was bad when Quinn swore. Even Finn followed her finger, which was pointing to their former star.
Black tears flowed freely down her cheeks, burning her sweater when they fell. "STAY!" She bellowed. "YOU WILL BE NEXT!" With that, the door, although no one had touched it, slammed shut, and the lock clicked audibly. The diva's sobs were heard through the door, as though she were in the room.
The kids looked at each other in fear. "What was that all about?" Puck asked.
No one got a chance to respond, because at that moment, Finn's cell rang. "Hello?" he asked, pleased that he could make a coherent sentence.
"Finn?" Mr. Schuster's voice cut through the speaker.
"Oh. Hey Mr. Schue. 'Sup?"
"Sup?" Puck muttered dryly. "Your girlfriend just threw you clear across the room and you ask Sup? Ow! Hey-"
"He's lucky to be saying anything, Puckerman!" Kurt growled angrily. "So shut it."
"Finn? Have you talked to Rachel at all today- after school I mean."
"Um… maybe."
"I've been trying to get a hold of her to apologize, but she hasn't been answering her phone. There is a reason I told her no, and I wanted her to hear it. Is she with you?"
"Err… she was."
"What do you mean?"
"Well we're not exactly at home right now…"
"… You're at school aren't you?"
"Yah kind of."
"What's wrong with Rachel, Finn?"
"She got up to use the bathroom, and then we heard a scream so I went to check on her and she was… different. She dragged me back to the Choir room and threw me in here." Finn paused. "What's wrong with her Mr. Schue? What happened?"
"… She Changed."
"What?"
"There's not much time to explain. Are you all in the choir room? Together?"
"Rachel's outside crying but yah, we're all here."
"Good. Find a way to get to my desk. Top drawer has stuff that can help you. Finn?"
"Yeah?"
"Be careful. I-"
Silence. "Mr. Schue?"
Finn looked at his phone. "The call dropped. Why did the call drop?" Finn asked. The screen on his phone flickered before turning black. "What! I had full battery and-"
"I did it."
"What?"
Santana raised her head, smiling. "I did it. I couldn't have Mr. Schue telling you about the Curse now could I?"
"Santana?" Brittney asked, trying to release her fingers from the other girl's clutch. "Santana… Let go. You're hurting me."
"What Curse?" Quinn asked.
There was a spark, a jolt of electricity that ran between the two girls. Brittney blinked, and then smiled. "What Curse? Really, you know nothing."
"What's wrong with Britt?" Santana asked. "I swear if-"
"Come on, Santana." Brittney said. "Let's go stake some land before the good ones Change."
"What I-!" Santana's sentence turned into a shriek that echoed down the halls as Brittney dragged her behind.
The rest of the club looked at each other. "So what about that desk?" Puck asked.
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Sorry it's so short. And it may not make much sense now, but later it will. Probably when they find whatever's in the desk.
This story wouldn't leave me alone. It's a real Halloween story. I was originally going to have the two bullies try and pull a prank on the club, but they end up pulling an elaborate prank on them. I just didn't want to write from Jerk 1 and Jerk 2's point of view.