A Threat to Rachel Berry
Chapter 3

Finn Hudson was not a happy teenager. In fact, happy was the last thing that he would think of to describe how he felt at that very moment. He had just watched his ex- girlfriend who he still has strong feelings for jump on the back of a stranger's motor cycle and drive off. How the hell is he supposed to feel, though? Is he supposed to be worried for her safety, angry at the guy for taking her away, or angry at himself that he couldn't stop her? Or maybe he should feel jealous that he wasn't in that stranger's place.

He sat down nearby the gate, thinking to himself. There had to be some kind of clue as to where they went… Finn stared off in the direction they went as if there would be some neon sign giving him the answers. Maybe he was thinking about this wrong. She clearly didn't want to speak to him. Actually, she hasn't wanted to speak to him since… well… that time. His stomach growled in urgency. He cursed. There was no way in hell that he could think on an empty stomach. He's a man, and that's how men are.

He shuffled through his backpack, hoping to find something to eat. He found a few snack bars and some candy. He tore open the wrapper of the bars then proceeded to chew on them, thinking all the while. He racked his brain for any special meaning to what she said.

"Go, Jesse!" That's what she shouted at the guy, right? But, who's Jesse…?

Clearly, Finn was not the type to remember names, not even his love rival. He tried pushing his fists into the temples of his forehead in hopes that some form of memory would resurface, but that just gave him a headache. He scratched his head, but that only messed up his already perfectly tousled hair. He settled on thinking with his thumb in his mouth, between his teeth. He chewed on it for a while until he suddenly forgot what he was thinking about. Then he had to rack his brain for 5 minutes until he remembered that he was trying to remember who Jesse was.

Quinn Fabray approached him as he began spacing out. She waved a hand in front of his eyes to get his attention. He was in a whole other world. "Finn?" She called. Clearly, he had stopped all brain function other than his memory. She shook him with urgency, "Finn! It's already been half an hour since Glee rehearsal ended! What are you still doing here?" She still received no response. Finn was starting to piss her off. "Finn!"

"Jesse St. James!" he shouted out at the top of his lungs which surprised Quinn so much that she fell on the ground, her butt getting dirty already. Her nose scrunched up in disgust before she proceeded to reprimand Finn. He stopped her before he could. "Jesse St. James," he said again before rushing over to his car, repeating the name to himself. "Vocal Adrenaline's Jesse St. James, Vocal Adrenaline's Jesse St. James, Vocal Adrenaline's…" he was still muttering to himself. However, in his excitement at remembering which Jesse Rachel was referring to, he also forgot that she was supposed to have broken up with him. "He probably kidnapped her…" he whispered to himself. "I'll save you, Rachel…"

Quinn watched Finn get into his car and drive away, still sitting in her position on the ground. She shook her head. "That Finn is going to get himself hurt one day." She nodded with that thought in mind and she picked up the things she dropped along with herself. "Ah, I don't have time for this. I was looking for Puck…" she scurried away back inside the gates, trying to find the man who ran away after she asked about what Santana was talking about earlier.

Finn was in his car, driving of course, in the direction of Carmel High school to "rescue Rachel from Jesse St. James' evil clutches." He had been driving at speed limit since he was a careful driver and he made sure that he didn't cause trouble for other drivers. Driving had always been a traumatic task for him. He slowed as he approached the high school and turned into it, already spotting the lone motor cycle in the empty parking lot. He slid out of his car and into the parking lot, headed for the auditorium.

"Excuse me?" A voice called behind him.

Finn, the ever polite gentleman, turned around to greet the woman's voice behind him. "Yes, ma'am? Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing… wrong, but you don't have a visitor's pass. Our school is very particular about trespassers these days. I suggest you go get one before someone else who has authority catches you," the older woman told him, holding a clipboard and some textbooks. She had an ID hanging by her waist and he noticed that it read "teacher."

He smiled politely and said, "Thank you for warning me. Then, could you direct me to the office?"

"Down the hall, to the right," she told him before smirking to herself, unbeknownst to Finn.

"Thanks!" He headed down where she said and found one door. "This must be it," he opened the door and found only a broom stick, a mop, and some other cleaning supplies. "Uh, are you sure? This looks like a janitor's closet to me…" He was pushed into the closet by an unknown hand and he was inside the closet before he even realized that the door had clicked. He stood up quickly and tried to open the door. "Hello? Is someone out there?"

He pulled at the door vigorously and pounded it with his other hand. "Hello!"

"Hello, hello! I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello…"

Finn's eyes widened. That was a part of Rachel's solo, that was for sure. He put his ear to the door to try to listen closer.

"I say high, you say low. You say why…"

"… and I say I don't know"

Finn pounded on the door with anger now. That part was his part, not anybody else's. A flame was lit inside him. He kicked down the door. He ran to the auditorium as they were beginning to end the song. The door was locked. Of course it was locked. Isn't that how all doors seem to be in this school? He once again tried pulling at the door knob, demanding entrance into the room. He angrily threw his arms in the air and tried to kick the door down as he dead with the janitor closet. This resulted in a stubbed toe and Finn hopping up and down while holding the injured foot. The auditorium's door was apparently enforced or something because the janitor closet's door came down with a solid kick.

One thing about it was a small window where he could see into the room. He stood on his toes since the window was actually pretty high. He peeked in and saw Rachel. She was dancing happily to the song that they were rehearsing earlier. Something was different about her over there though. Earlier, she didn't smile at all when she sang, but here, she had the brightest smile he had seen on her in a while. She looked to her left as if at someone else. Finn moved slightly to his left to see the other person she was with. His fist clenched. That must be Jesse St. James.

They were twirling to the dance moves, when Rachel tripped on a wire that was not taped down. It was in the middle of the stage, though, which was strange. Normally, they're placed elsewhere to prevent those kinds of things. Jesse St. James reacted quickly and caught her before she hurt herself too bad. He said something that he couldn't hear and he was laughing. She was blushing, and she followed suit in the laughter.

At that moment, Finn almost lost all sanity. Jesse had reached out and pushed some loose strands behind her ear and was leaning in. Rachel was doing nothing to stop him. In fact, she seemed to be welcoming it, slowly closing her eyes as if this was normal. And then, Jesse had brought both hands to her face, resting them on her cheeks. Finn tried once again to bust the door down.

He watched in agony as their faces grew closer and closer. The door wouldn't open. He pounded at it angrily, hoping that the sound would startle them and they'd pull apart. It didn't. "RACHEL!" he shouted. The two hadn't reacted at all. He took a running start and rammed his shoulder against the door with as much force as he could muster.

"RACHEL!" The door finally gave on the second hurl.

Jesse stopped, then pulled away from her, meeting the gaze of Finn. He glared at the interruption, then turned back to Rachel. For some reason, he smirked and leaned in toward her again. Finn's voice rang again, with fury. "RACHEL, STOP!"

Rachel turned. "F-Finn?"

Sigh. I'm not allowed to watch the new episode tonight without my sister... Gahhh! I want to know if Jesse's really evil! :(

(Hope you don't mind that this one is shorter than the others)