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Have Quam, Tike and other scenes, will find out why Kurt's so mad at Blaine, find out what Jesse is up to- see Chapter 2- Rachel, learn about Tina's marriage and hear more about the characters other life- marriage/engagements and jobs.
A/N: Thank you 4 reviewing, I read over it and decided that the last chapter was pointless to the storyline so I will name that a 'Mini Chapter'.
But ending my rant- here is the next chapter.
Chapter 8- Could You Explain That For Me?
Entering the cafeteria Puck and Quinn found an unexpected sight- everyone was fighting.
There was shouting and pushing, Quinn squeezed her way over to Kurt.
"Kurt, what's going on?" she asked him, looking around the room as everyone fought.
"I don't know, one minute we were talking about high school and the next we were fighting, I can't seem to stop them." Kurt explained to her.
"Guys, Guys, STOP IT" Puck suddenly shouted out, shushing everyone as they looked at him surprised.
"What is going on?"
Everyone started there arguing, blaming the fight on the others, Puck once again shushed them, calming them down and taking control.
"Seriously, what is this about?" he asked again, Kurt went up to him and whispered to him that they were fighting about what happened in high school.
"Really, is high school really something to fight about? That was like, five years ago" Puck said, the other looked down guilty, knowing he was telling the truth.
Puck rolled his eyes and sat down in a chair, thankful it was over. Everyone muttered there sorrys to each other and sat down at the table.
"So, if that's over did you make dinner?" Puck said, the others turned to glare at him in anger and he ducked his head.
"I'll do it" Rachel said, getting up and walking into the kitchen, Kurt, Mercedes and Quinn following her.
"So, guys, get out your phones, we're gonna call for help." Puck said, pulling out his phone, the others copying him.
After pushing some numbers the others all gave up.
"We can't, there's no signal" Santana said frustrated.
"Well, I have 10 unread messages." Puck said, the others once again glared at him, and he once again ducked his head.
"You know, I'm going to go help the others" Blaine suddenly said, getting up and walking into the kitchen.
In the kitchen Kurt, Mercedes, Rachel and Quinn were busy preparing the tots.
"Hey what you up to?" Blaine suddenly called out, walking into the kitchen.
"Cooking, what does it look like?" Kurt mumbled, Blaine walked up to him, but Kurt simply looked away.
"Kurt, why are you so mad at me?" Blaine asked, Kurt again looked away, but Blaine wouldn't give up.
"Please, Kurt, tell me"
"Fine, it's just, i…I guess I can't believe what you did in high school"
"What did I do in high school?"
"You know, I left Dalton, and you didn't follow me"
"Oh, is that why you're so mad, wait you've been mad at me all these years?"
Kurt nodded and Blaine shook his head, chuckling, he immediately stopped when he saw Kurt's hurt face.
"Look, I'm sorry, I just couldn't leave Dalton." Blaine explained.
Kurt nodded in agreement and smiled at him
"That's ok; do you want to help us cook?" Blaine nodded and chuckled, glad they had soted things out.
"What are they doing out there?" Rachel asked after Klaine made up.
"They're trying to call for help" Blaine said to her, Rachel nodded then excused herself, she walked into the cupboard and shut the door, she pulled out her phone, looking into the corner she saw three bars, she was grateful her phone could always pick up a signal.
She then dialed his number, she knew that the others would be mad for not calling for help but she just needed to hear his voice.
Dialing his number she pressed the phone to her ear and waited for him to answer, she was not expecting what she heard.
"Hello? Hello? Who is this?" it was a girls voice, Rachel stood there shocked, the voice still questioning who was there. She hung up quickly and leaned against the wall, millions of thoughts running through her head.
Who was that?
Was he cheating?
Why? Why? Why?
She then thought back a few weeks, the phone, the text, wanting to get rid of her, being so happy she was leaving.
It all added up, he was cheating.
She threw her phone to the floor and rushed out the door, slamming it behind her.
She rushed through the kitchen, ignoring everyone's questions on why she was so mad, she stormed to the entrance, pulling and pushing she tried to open the jammed door, screaming in frustration when she couldn't.
"Rachel, Rachel, what's wrong?" Puck asked, running up to her, the others in tow.
She turned around to face him, ready to explain what happened to him, to the others.
"Hey Quinn, what's up with Rachel?' Sam asked the blonde, walking into the kitchen after everyone left.
"I don't know' Quinn said to him, continuing with the cooking.
"You didn't say anything to upset her did you?" Sam asked her, Quinn glared at him.
'It's just, you can be pretty mean and I just-"
"I didn't do anything, all I know is that she went into the cupboard and then two minutes later came storming out" Quinn said interrupting Sam, stopping the cooking and turning to the other blonde, frustrated at what he was accusing her of.
Sam nodded and looked down, guilt setting in. he sighed and whispered a sorry to her, which Quinn accepted.
"Come on, let's go see what she's so mad about" Quinn said to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him out to the corridor.
"Rachel, What. Is. Wrong?" Puck asked, hoping the brunette would calm down and tell them.
"Well, I called Jesse, just to check in and-"Rachel started, halfway through she was interrupted by Finn.
"Wait, why didn't you call for help?" Puck glared at him and gestured for Rachel to continue.
"I called him, and-and agirlsmmm" Rachel said, unable to finish as she teared up.
"What?" everyone said together, not understanding the last part.
"mmmimimim' Rachel cried again, and everyone again looked confused, Rachel snorted, wiped her tears and started again.
"a girl picked up the phone " everyone gasped at this and Rachel again started crying.
They all gathered around her and pulled her into a hug, comforting there friend.
Rachel pushed her way out of the hug and went back to Puck.
"Noah, Noah you have to get us out, I have to get out" she cried at him, desperate.
"Look, I want to, but the doors stuck, we can't get out-"
"Well try, I have to see him, I HAVE to see him" Rachel shouted at him, pleading.
"Fine, we'll try" Puck said, gesturing to the boys to try and open the door, he pulled Rachel into the cafeteria and sat her down, the girls surrounding him, helping him calm her.
(Time Lapse- One Hour)
Rachel had finally settled down, all cried out. Puck and the girls still surrounding her, whispering for her to calm down.
Finn suddenly walked in and gestured for Puck to come outside.
Puck gave one last look to Rachel then followed Finn out.
"What's up?" he asked after he had come out into the hall.
"We tried, but the door is stuck" Finn said to him, gesturing to the boys that were still trying to open the door.
"well, try the other doors, we have to get out, she needs to confront Jesse, and I'm pretty sure I need to kick his ass" Puck snapped at him, referring to the hysterical Rachel.
Finn rolled his eyes but nodded, understanding why they needed to get out so badly.
Puck nodded then walked back into the other room; looking over to the girls he smiled to himself, glad she had friends to comfort her.
A/N: Sorry about the Tike scene, I'm not sure how to write them… but anyway, this is a bit soon but- next chapter they will get out, because they can't really fix their lives if they are stuck in the school can they? I'm going to write a sequel- do you want to read it? Should I even bother?