A/N.: Edit 7/9/2014

Chapter 17 – I spent my day in jail.

The first thing Rachel notices is the flickering light. The place was cold, but she was covered with a thin blanket. She didn't fell cold however, due to her tick pelt. The place smelled strongly of medicine. Like a hospital. But something was wrong it was too dark and unkempt to be a hospital. Maybe it was a shady clinic.

Rachel quickly sits up at this thought, urging for her feral transformation to go away. It was hard since she just worked herself up. The theories of how she ended up there busied her mind in such way that she didn't even hear someone approaching her.

"Oh, you woke up." A female voice sounded to her left.

Rachel looked her way and was surprised to see the school nurse standing there.

"Sue brought you to me and explained the situation. It's really fascinating…" the woman trailed off. "Well, we put you down here to not scare anyone. It's not heard of someone who is able to control themselves in their Feral form."

"Not… heard?" Rachel mumbles

"Oh! You really can speak!" the nurse squealed.

The woman was a little weird. She was also animal-folk, but a bird one. Probably a scarlet macaw. She had a feathered tail, and no actual hair, just feathers. It looked quite interesting actually. She didn't have any wings in this form, but she had her arm almost covered in feathers. She had a beaked nose that matched her face and pale yellow-green eyes.

"Obviously…" Rachel stated, even though it sounded more like a question than anything else, her doubts about this town only growing.

"Can you control your transformation freely?" The school nurse asked excitedly.

"Yeah… kind of." Rachel muttered, closing her eyes and calming herself. She slowly felt herself shrinking back to her usual size and the cold air harshly hitting her skin. "It's quite stressing thought."

"Will you also teach that on your classes? I'm attending to it, you know?" the macaw woman grins.

"I've seen you there." Rachel recognizes. "Where is Quinn and everyone else?"

As if on cue a door opens and… Sue walks in? She still had her shotgun and a belt full of darts. Rachel eyed them with apprehension neglecting the, now approaching, coach.

"I need explanations, Berry." Sue said simply.

"Santana tried to turn me into stone, but apparently she isn't exactly good at doing it to women so she was only able to stun me. I didn't like the confinement and went Feral, freeing myself. Quinn thought I lost it and transformed so she would be able to at least hold me down a little… then I showed them I had control and you shoot me."

"You and Q will be doing extra laps for the uniforms you two damaged." Was the only thing the woman said as an answer to Rachel's testimony. "I brought you down here so no one freaked out with how you looked since S said you were able to control yourself. They were waiting for you back in the infirmary. Be happy that I didn't put you in one of the cages."

The kitty girl looked at the direction Sue was pointing and was surprised to see at least four cages or, more precisely, cells lining up against the wall. The doors to them were large and the walls that divided were made of bricks rather than bars.

"But I didn't rip off my clothes." Rachel point at herself.

"Yes, but you stretched it beyond repair." Sue scoffed before leaving the room.

She knew Sue wanted her to follow, she also knew that Sue was relieved and glad that everyone was okay and everything was just a huge misunderstanding. Rachel was about to do as her coach wished when she was interrupted by the nurse.

"You didn't answer my question…"

"It's not in the plan. It would be for a far more specific group too." Rachel frowns. She was sure that something was wrong with this city. It was like they were completely ignorant of the world outside of it.

They were wary of magic in general as if it was something abnormal… eerie even, when in reality it was something used on your day to day. How could the schools here not teach their students their forms and transformations? They were almost like humans… as told in the tales. Ignorant and mistrustful of magic even thought they knew it to a science.

Magic made the world easier and more comfortable, like any other technology did. Yet this town, this small community seemed to reject it as if it was some kind of disease that would consume them into their graves.

The only reason the school actually agreed with her lessons was due to coach Sylvester insistence. The students and some teacher where eager to participate in them, but a lot of parents complained about it being held. It was like they couldn't overcome their ignorance. It was like something was holding them and blinding them from the truth.

Rachel was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't even notice that she finally had got to Sue.

"Didn't you say Quinn and the others were here?" Rachel asked confused.

"Yeah, as in the past." Sue smirked at Rachel's crestfallen expression. "I sent them to their classes and know that you're up you should go to yours too."

"Of course" the kitty girls agreed looking for a clock.

When her eyes fixed in one she is surprised to see that almost the entire day has gone by. She only had a class left before the day ended. In her hurry to get there in time she ends up running through her Spanish teacher.

The sensation was extremely unpleasant. No wonder everyone avoided the man in the halls. It was like she was immersed in ice cold water and brought out into an icy breeze. To make things worse the sensation stayed with you for a little longer than necessary.

"Oh, Rachel, right?" The ghost said in cheery voice. Though, how a ghost could be cheery was beyond her.

"Yes." She answered looking suspiciously at him.

"I heard you'll be the one singing the anthem this Friday." He gave her a weird sweet smile. "Usually it's a glee club member who sings, but…" he trailed off. It was obvious how displeased he was about it not being a glee club member who would sing on Friday. "Well, I hope you put your hearth into it and that you actually practiced. We wouldn't like to give people a bad impression of our school, would we?" He pressured her.

"I'm sure they will be rather impressed with our school performance this year. Not only about how well singed the anthem will be, but as a whole. Everyone will be giving their best."

"Ha! I wouldn't count on that. Our football team isn't that good… so, as long as you do your part we can at least save face a little." He answers in a very condescending tone.

Now, that was the kind of ghost she was used to, condescending and bitter at the world because things wouldn't go the way they wanted it to go.

"I still like to believe we have a chance." Rachel insisted, they were playing way better lately after all. "And don't worry about my singing, Mr. Schuester. Coach Sylvester wouldn't choose me without reason." She gave the man one last smile before leaving. Being around the man was just getting eerie.

You can call it prejudice and, probably, it is, but Rachel was never too comfortable around ghosts. They could act like Schue did most of the time, but they could never surpass their nature. Not that a ghost would want to. They were selfish by nature, extremely so. They didn't have any will other than the will to get what they wanted. They were hardly rational, made of strong emotions and born, most of the time, from despair and grudges.

Thankfully Rachel was able to get to her last class in time. It would be awful to have to worry about it too.

She was so focused paying attention to the teacher that it took while to notice the note on top of her notebook.

I was from Sam.

"What happened with your uniform?" it said.

Wait. Sam didn't go to any AP class. What was he doing here? She looked at him confused. And he noticing that threw another note at her.

"Our teacher was absent today. They put every1 together instead of giving us free period." The second note clarified.

"I turned feral, Sue shoot me with a tranquilizer. I'm okay, don't worry and pay attention." She answered turning her attention back at the teacher.

She knew she was going to get interrogated as soon as the class ended. The noise Sam made leaved no mistakes.

"Feral!?" he asked in a rushed tone "I thought it took a lot of training to be able to transform like that… or were you, like, reeeeally pissed? What got you pissed though?" he shoots her way as soon as they left the classroom.

"Sam, I love you, but I'll hit you if you don't calm down." she said in a serious tone. "I wasn't that pissed. I just felt restrained. Santana was trying to hold me down."

"Won't Quinn be mad if she heard that you declared your love for fish lips before you said it to her?" Pucks says appearing out of nowhere. "What are you talking about anyway? Satan used you as a guinea pig? She can't transform girls in stone to save her life!"

"I'm not talking to you. Neither of you right now." Rachel ruffed turning to them. "I'm going to find Quinn. And we will go home together. And I expect to see progress on your transformations tomorrow after school." And with that she strides down the busy hallway.

"Man, I know I don't stand a chance, but I do like to see her leave." Puck grins staring at the girl's skirt cladded ass.

"Won't Quinn be mad if she hears you?" Sam mocked with a smirk when Puck gives him a scared look.

Rachel found Quinn by her car. The lion girl almost leaped in her direction as soon as she saw her.

"Are you ok? Coach Sylvester wouldn't let me stay with you!" Quinn asked checking Rachel out for any sign of harm.

"I'm fine." Rachel smiles pulling the blonde in for a hug. "My dads are going to stay out late today, want to come to my house?"