Wow. I didn't think that there would be so many people who were into that. All right, here's Chapter 2.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
Rachel awoke in bed and looked around the room. It was colder than usual, and the lack of sound created in her a sense of disquietude. Looking around, she saw everything in its place - the bed, the furniture, the birthday gifts - everything seemed to be in order except the shattered window. Realizing that the events of the previous day were all but a dream, she realized she was naked. Suddenly, she felt something slither up the small of her back. It made its way to her shoulder, and caught her eye. Rachel screamed.
The blob was still there, quivering, seeming to be observing its surroundings. Sliding to the floor, the blob extended numerous tendrils, picking up the shards of the broken window and reassembling them. Watching the creature at work was like watching a miracle; the restored glass was flawless, and when Rachel put her hand upon it, it felt smooth. The little creature made a few high-pitched squeals, hopped once, and crawled under the bed. Following it with her eyes, the girl shuddered, remembering the feel of the creature's tentacles, how it held her aloft like a doll, how it took advantage of her, how it raped her. Even so, there must have been a reason why Finn gave it to her.
Finn.
He made it himself? With Artie's help? What did they have planned, and what purpose could such a vile creature serve? Confused and alarmed, Rachel reached into the closet and searched for something to wear. Slipping on a black tee-shirt and jeans, she made for the door when she remembered: after school, Finn had invited her to a new Japanese restaurant, the Futanari. The guy was always surrounded by friends - if she wanted to talk to him alone, Rachel knew that she would have to confront him there. Grabbing her purse, she started for the stairs, only to feel the monster crawl up her leg. Its touch caused her to stiffen.
Again, she attempted to remove the creature, but it held firm. It flattened itself, climbed up to her shoulder, and opened one of its three eyes, staring at Rachel. Already, having had the blob's acquaintance for less than a day, she loathed it. Even so, the thing seemed almost innocent in this stage, just staring at her with its blue eye. It crawled back into her shirt, resting on the small of her back. Knowing she would never be rid of it, the girl went went to the bus stop. Bidding her father farewell, she almost sprinted for the door.
When Rachel arrived at school, she rushed to her first hour, only to be stopped by Quinn.
"Hey, tell me what's wrong."
Rachel looked her in the eye, said nothing, and continued to walk, only to be caught by the arm. The Cheerio was the stronger of the two, and despite Rachel's efforts to break free, Quinn's grip only tightened.
"Did something happen?" Quinn asked. "You can tell me, you seemed so happy on your birthday."
There was nothing more she wanted to do than reveal everything - the blob, the attacks, the rape, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. What came out of her mouth surprised them both.
"I'm having second thoughts about Finn."
Quinn looked at Rachel. "You know... I think I know what you mean. He's been acting really weird, and even I'm starting to worry about him. You should find out what's wrong, and see if you can do anything about it."
Rachel sighed. "Thanks, Quinn." She then embraced her former enemy and walked to class.
When the school day came to a close, and the crowd in the hall cleared, Rachel found Finn waiting for her by her locker. Wearing a button-up black shirt and slacks to match, he was dressed to impress. Giving her a small smile, he took her lovingly by the hand, and walked with her to the car.
"Did you like my present?"
Rachel froze. Turning her head slowly to Finn, a dead look in her eyes, she tried to smile, but couldn't. "Um... I- I don't know what to say."
Finn laughed. "I knew you would love it! Come on, let's go. Puck told me that the food at the Futanari was really good."
The restaurant's facade was certainly breathtaking; an oriental garden surrounded the entrance, and two tanuki statues stood on either side of the doors, smiling at the two patrons. Inside the restaurant, various Japanese paraphernalia lined the walls. The most vibrantly colored of these items was a painting titled, "The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife," depicting an oriental woman, naked, engaging in coitus with a large octopus. A young Japanese woman dressed in a red kimono bowed to Finn and Rachel, and escorted them to their seats.
They were served by a revolting specimen of a woman, reminiscent of Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Wearing a pink kimono, she bowed to the couple, allowing her wrinkled, sagging breasts to fall on the table. The sweat on her chest left a print, showing every detail, from the shape of her bust to her enormous nipples. Finn drummed his fingers on the table, taking in this creature in all her splendor. When at last she rose, she grinned, revealing gaps where her teeth ought to have been.
"Hello, my name is Holly, and it would be a pleasure to serve you. What can I get for you?"
Finn smiled, eyes on Holly's breasts- a mole about a centimeter in diameter sat on her heaving bosom, and the football player couldn't help watching it go up and down, up and down. Finally taking a moment to look this picture of beauty in the eye, he stammered, "Um... some tea for me and the girl, and we'll share some octopus sashimi."
"Got it." The waitress winked and walked off.
Rachel looked at her boyfriend. "So... why did you send me that gift?"
"I thought you wanted a companion, when I'm not around. For the most part, he's rather harmless, and it feeds itself."
A few minutes passed, and Holly returned with a teapot and a plate of sashimi. Rachel stared at the octopus butchered on the plate, in utter shock. The girl couldn't take it anymore; laying her head on the table, she buried her face in her arms. Finn stopped eating and looked at her. "Sweetheart... what's wrong?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong! Your present did horrible things to me!"
At that moment, the waitress reappeared, another tray in her arms, smiling at the young couple. "How's everything tasting?"
Upon hearing those words, Rachel burst into tears.