A Threat to Rachel Berry
Chapter 12

Rachel beamed at Jesse as they walked into the school gates, his arm around her and holding onto a few of her textbooks. Walking at his side felt like she was the queen of the school, as if everyone else stopped to stare at their magnificence and glow. She smiled wider thinking about her status in the social hierarchy climbing now that she was no longer "Rachel-the-Prude," or "That-girl-who-looks-like-she's-12." No. Now, she had Jesse, the strapping new senior, former star of Vocal Adrenaline, and most of all, half of New Directions' newest power couple. People wouldn't look at her and think she was childish any more. She was mature, sophisticated, and—

SLOSH!

—covered in red slushie.

Jesse eyes widened to the size of saucers as he cleaned off her face with a handkerchief. He clenched his teeth, "What the hell do they think they're doing!" he stood up and began to stalk toward the dynamic duo against all things Glee Club: Karofsky and his accomplice Azimio. Rachel reached out to him and grabbed his arm. He turned around to her, "What are you doing? I'm trying to give those jerks a piece of my mind! Their conduct and actions are absolutely intolerable!"

"It's okay, Jesse. Being slushied is practically what I've been going through every day, even prior to my try-out for Glee Club," Rachel stated, reaching into her book bag, pulling out what looked like shampoo and conditioner. "I'm used to it, Jesse," she started walking toward the Girl's bathroom. "Wait for me out here. It'll only take five minutes…" she walked inside as Jesse stood there, dumbfounded.

"That's what happens every day?" Jesse whispered to himself incredulously as he held onto her book bag. He crossed his arms. "Everyone in Glee Club just deals with it…?" He looked around the halls and ran his fingers through his hair. "All of them? What kind of jerks are the students of William McKinley?" He leaned against the wall. Does that mean that they dump their sluhies on Artie and Quinn too? Really? Who wants to be the asses who poor slushies on a pregnant girl and a kid in a wheel chair. Freaking messed— Jesse stopped that thought. His eyebrows furrowed as if there was a disturbance. He returned to thinking, deciding that it was only his imagination. What am I thinking? He shook his head furiously. Why should I care about William McKinley's Glee Club? The only one I care about is Rachel—I mean myself and my future. Ugh, I should stop listening to Journey on my iPod.

Rachel exited the bathroom, completely clean with a change of clothes. "Let's go to class," she told him. He wordlessly placed his hand in hers as he walked her to her first class. They arrived shortly and Jesse kissed her on the forehead before allowing her to open the door. He watched her even as the door slammed. He had a strange feeling since he came into the gates. He shook his head, deciding it was only his imagination.

She walked into the lab and sat down at her desk, scribbling the notes on the board in her notebook. The faster she finished the notes, the more time she would have to herself to think. The bell rang and the teacher stood up from his desk, announcing that lecture would be starting. "All right, settle down, settle down. Today, we'll be transferring to a different branch: Biochemistry. Now, who can tell me what we study in—"

A knock broke off the teacher's sentence. He sighed. "Mr. Chang, would you mind opening the door?"

Mike stood silently as he turned the door handle, opening the door wide enough for the class to look who was behind the door.

"Class, it appears that we have a new student," Mr. Harrington stated. He continued in a whisper, "in the middle of May." He gestured to the new student. "From Carmell High school…"

"Excuse me," the new student interrupted. Mr. Harrington raised an eyebrow, wondering why the student wouldn't just let him finish the introduction and allow him to start lecture. The new student only smiled. "I prefer to handle my own introductions."

Mr. Harrington only rolled his eyes. Yeah, as if Kurt and Rachel were enough divas in my class. Figgins must be bitter about poker night last week. "All right then, carry on."

The student smirked as she flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and smirked. She winked toward the classmates with a smile that could blind any who stared longer than four seconds. She stood atop Mr. Harrington's desk who tried to voice his disapproval. This was not registered by the young girl as she proceeded to dance and sing to the entire class. She finally pointed a thumb to herself, "My name is Giselle. Giselle Starr."

Rachel immediately felt jealousy wash over her when she heard that the girl's last name was "star."

Her prelude for her introduction was flawless too. Damn her. Kurt thought to himself maliciously.

Mr. Harrington was already exasperated from dealing with divas in his classroom, "Ms. Starr, would you please come down? I would like to start lecture…"

Giselle only looked down as if the man before her were only an insect in comparison to her. "Very well," she said as she jumped from the desk onto the floor. She landed gracefully even though she was in heels and a dress. Giselle bowed as if she were in front of an audience who had come especially to see her.

Both Kurt and Mr. Harrington only rolled their eyes. Mr. Harrington gestured to a seat where she could sit, "That seat is empty. Rachel and Kurt, why don't you show Ms. Starr around after class?" he suggested to them off-handedly. Giselle approached her seat and Rachel could've sworn that the girl gave her a diva smirk. The kind that when they're directed at you, they meant that the smirker considers you inferior to their talent. She recognized it because all Vocal Adrenaline members had sent one in New Directions way whenever they visited each other's school.

She narrowed her eyes, unconsciously moving in her seat to be further away from her. She faced the board and scribbled her notes into her notebook. Occasionally, Rachel would cast a few glances in Giselle's direction, only to find her leaning back in her chair, her hands behind her head and eyes closed with a smile that spoke on its own: "I'm-the-best-and-you-are-only-an-insect."

Kurt casted venomous glares in Giselle's direction and his upper lip lifted into a snarl. She thinks she's better than me! He turned away, pushing strands of hair away from his eyes. I can't believe I have to lead her around the school, and with Rachel. Ugh. He felt disgust climb from the pit of his stomach up to his throat, like bile.

The same stares were cast toward the new student from Carmell. Rachel wondered why Giselle wasn't paying attention. Biochemistry was the hardest branch, and she thinks she can get away with just filing her nails. Rachel turned away, returning back to her notes. "Ms. Starr!"

Rachel smirked. That's what you get for not paying attention in class.

Giselle didn't look up from her hands, but she chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Harrington?" She blew on her nails.

"Perhaps you'd like to tell the class the composition of a protein," he suggested daringly.

Her attention still hadn't moved away from her nails that she deemed still needing a file down, "A combination of amino acids make up a protein."

Mr. Harrington shrugged his shoulders, deciding that maybe she was paying attention, "Correct. Now then—"

"Amino acids are bonded together by polypeptide bonds which allow the chain to bend and fold, creating a protein. The chaining of these amino acids begins in Transcription, where messenger RNA is created from a DNA strand with the enzyme RNA Polymerase and the exons are expelled from the nucleus of the cell. Then, translation begins, where the messenger RNA binds to the ribosome and transfer RNA attaches itself to a triplet nucleotide sequence called a codon on messenger RNA, similarly, the triple sequence on transfer RNA is called the anti-codon, and together, the transfer RNA is able to bring in the matching amino acid. The messenger RNA moves to reveal the next codon and the process repeats until a stop codon is reached and the amino acids are bonded together and are thus used in the cell," Giselle stated, still staring at her nails.

The whole class stared, dumbfounded at Giselle's in-depth explanation of protein synthesis. Mr. Harrington blinked. True, students were able to recite the process of protein synthesis, but never had a student ever been able to recite it without even stuttering or pausing to think. He cleared his throat. "Ms. Starr, although I appreciate your explanation, we are not going to be learning about transcription or translation until next week. Now then, the next compound of a living thing is a nucleic acid…" Mr. Harrington continued in his lecture.

Kurt and Rachel gaped at the girl who was merely filing her nails. Giselle smirked while leaning back in her chair. Rachel wondered if all Vocal Adrenaline members were geniuses. She could vaguely remember studying protein synthesis last year. She frowned and continued taking notes, occasionally looking up at the clock, hoping for the bell to ring. So far, her Monday wasn't going so well.

The bell rang and Rachel bolted out of her seat, and out the door. Mr. Harrington sighed after she was already outside, "Class dismissed…"

Kurt too went out the door, not very keen with the idea of showing Giselle Starr around the school. Before he could get too far, a hand had grabbed hold of his shoulder. He grimaced before turning around with a smile. "Oh, hello there. How do you like William McKinley so far?" What do you want, Carmellian?

Giselle returned the smile, "It's really great. I'm so excited for Glee Club!" Your school freaking sucks! Not only is your Glee Club utterly inferior to ours, your academics are as well!

Kurt tried to smile back as genuinely as possible. "Would you like me to show you around the school now?" Get lost.

"Oh, that would be great! Thanks Kurt!" Awww, don't say that! Just show me around! She weaved her arm into Kurt's, a spot that was designated for a different female, his best friend, Mercedes Jones.

He tried not to disgustedly push her away. Instead, he eased his arm out of hers and snatched the schedule out of her hands. He lead the way to her next class, which also happened to be his.

Meanwhile, Rachel sat at her second period, praying for the bell to ring. Honestly, she really didn't want to be at school today. The only class she was interested in was Glee and English class, where Jesse would be. She silently prayed that Giselle Starr wouldn't come to join the club. That would mean Jesse would have a friend from Vocal Adrenaline, and then they have known each other longer, so they would have a history together and memories and inside jokes and before you know it…

Rachel's imagination begins to get the better of her…

"Giselle, what are you doing here?" Jesse asked, quickly pushing Rachel out of his arms and onto the floor. She fell with a yelp and she tried to regain his attention by tugging on his shirt. She attempted to call for assistance from her other glee-mates, but they were all pre-occupied.

Giselle on the other hand flipped her long jet black hair over her shoulder. It bounced before it cascaded down to her mid-back. She pushed a few strands behind her ear and had two fingers pressed to her lips shyly, "Oh, Jesse, you know that I couldn't go on in Vocal Adrenaline! It just wasn't the same without you!"

Jesse shoved Rachel away from him again. This time, she was unable to get up. Something, or someone was holding her down. She tried to figure out what it was, so that she could escape from their grasp, but she was too late. Jesse and Giselle had already found their way to each other, loving, touching, and squeezing. Ironically, the other Glee Club members began singing that song to her.

Mercedes burst into song and danced around her, "Oh, he hasn't come home!"

Tina joined, "'Cuz he's loving…"

Quinn smirked down at her as she placed her hands on her opposite shoulders, rubbing them up and down her arms, "… he's touching…"

Santana and Brittany hugged each other and sang their hearts out, "He's squeezing!"

All the Glee Club took up in song, "Another!" They all moved away, revealing that Jesse and Giselle were at a chapel, wedding rings on each of their left ring fingers. Rachel gasped in horror and tried to run up the aisle in order to put an end to the madness, but this time, two sets of arms had rendered her unable to move. Rachel struggled against them, but couldn't get herself free.

"Jesse!" she shouted, but in vain. The shout fell on deaf ears and she could only watch helplessly.

Giselle laughed with her hand in front of her mouth as if she were being modest. She had her arm linked with another's as she walked outside a church, dressed in all white and a veil trailing behind her. The one her arm was joined with was none other than Jesse St. James, in all his tuxedo glory. The pair rushed out of the chapel as Rachel trailed behind, finally having broken free. Rachel tried and tried to reach out to him, but she could only watch as the mounted his motorcycle, a banner trailing behind them, proclaiming their marriage.

"No!" Rachel yelled out, standing up in her desk.

"Okay, jeez. If you don't want to go to the roof, you can just say so. You don't have to yell," Jesse said, sitting in the seat in front of her. His arms folded over his chest, "Is something wrong?" he asked, worried now, "I've been here for two minutes and you haven't said anything except, 'No!' Did something—Whoa!"

Rachel flung herself over the desk, clutching onto him for dear life. "You wouldn't leave me like that, you wouldn't leave me like that," she whispered in his ear frantically. She whispered it over and over again, as if trying to convince herself that he wouldn't.

Jesse tilted his head to the side in confusion, "Are you all right, Rachel?" he asked as he patted his girlfriend on the back.

Because Jesse and Rachel don't keep secrets in their relationship, (well except for Jesse's obvious one), Rachel explained her nightmare to Jesse in full detail, "… and now I fear that you'll actually leave me for the new Vocal Adrenaline student that transferred here, and I've developed a strong disliking for the song 'Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin',' by Journey."

Jesse had a dumbstruck look on his face. "Giselle is here? Giselle Starr is here?" He asked, emphasizing the last name as if he were expecting the Giselle from the movie "Enchanted." He rubbed his temples in frustration. Why would Shelby send Giselle of all people? Why did she have to send a girl? Much less that one! At least with a guy, if he came too close, I could just utilize Finn Hudson and get the idiot to punch his lights out. Jesse stopped his train of thought and grabbed hold of Rachel's shoulders. "You have to, under any circumstances, avoid Giselle, okay? Don't ever let her be alone with you, okay? She might try to mislead you with some things, but don't believe her, ever."

Rachel stared back with confused and fearful eyes.

Jesse mirrored her gaze with a more determined look, "No matter what. You hear me?" Rachel gulped and only nodded slowly. Jesse smiled back, satisfied with her agreement. He stood and offered his hand to help her stand up, "Let's go. The bell's going to ring soo—"

A young brunette diva gasped, "Oh, great. The solo-hogs are here too." Kurt rolled his eyes as he placed his backpack nearby his seat.

A smile and a few words came from Jesse, "Don't worry, Kurt. We were just leaving."

"Good. I don't think I'll be able to hold my bile if two Carmellians are hear," Kurt said while fixing his hair. His lips were pursed just slightly and it would appear that he was pouting to some, but to both Rachel and Jesse, Kurt was really practicing his expression for when cameras take pictures.

Jesse narrowed his eyes, realizing that Kurt had said two Carmellians. He quickly tugged on Rachel's wrist, trying to escape through the back door, "Let's go, Rachel. We're going to be late."

"Not so fast, Mr. St. James," a voice chimed from behind the pair.

"Ignore her," Jesse whispered to Rachel, now weaving his arm with hers. He reached the door and Jesse quickly pushed her outside. He glared over his shoulder to send a message to Giselle. Stay away from Rachel.

Giselle snapped her fingers as if she were disappointed, "Oh, darn it! I missed my chance to truly acquaint myself with my upper-classman and his new girlfriend," she crossed her arms and smirked. "Hmph! No matter. I'll get my chance soon enough," she said as she looked down at her schedule and compared it to two other ones. She placed them back in her pocket and grinned. "See ya after lunch, Mr. St. James and Ms. Berry."

I have no idea what Giselle's real last name is. I didn't even know her actual name was Giselle! (Thanks, Glee wikia!)