Yay, more reviews! :) Thank you all for making me a gleeful (haha, get it? :p) person. So answering some reviews/shout outs:

Olivia94: Thank you soo much! Your comment made me grin from ear to ear. :)

musicxlax: Yes, cliffhangers are the best, aren't they? ;)

LiveLoveLaughLife: I love turning Jacob into a creep (haha). I have rewatched Matt and Lea's Tony performances over and over. Kristin Chenoweth is the best: "That's unusual for me…" hahaha

Empty Puppet: I think I mentioned that he had been drinking beer (something about his breath being "beer-perfumed") but I might have to check again on that. Sorry if I missed out on it! Jacob's whole drinking thing (plus another twist I'm going to add later) is influenced by a true story I saw on tv. I hope everyone will like it! –crosses fingers-

Disclaimer: Glee + me owning it = fat chance

Chapter 4

Finn tiptoed towards the guest room and saw (to his disappointment) that the door was closed. Praying that it wouldn't squeak and alert Jacob to his presence, Finn slowly turned the knob and swung open the door to reveal a tiny crack. Thankfully no sound was made. Finn put his eye next to the little opening and tried to see what was going on.

What was Jacob doing?

Finn was disgusted…no, horrified…no, sickened…at the sight of Rachel, helpless against Jacob's assaults. He noticed that her eyes were closed shut, almost as if they were afraid to open. Her tear streaked face told Finn everything he needed to know.

C'mon Finn. Think. You have to do something.

He spotted Jacob's gun right by Rachel's feet. If only he could get to it. Then Rachel would be out of danger. He was sure he could overpower Jacob if it ever came down to a fist fight. Or he could go downstairs, get his phone, and call the police. But then he would be risking the possibility of Jacob hearing his footsteps going down the stairs. No, he wasn't going to be a coward and leave Rachel there all defenseless. He was going to face off with Jacob. He had to.

Carefully walking into the room so that he could reach the abandoned gun, Finn saw that Rachel's eyes had opened. She stared right back at him. Her eyes were watery from crying yet sparkling with a renewed hope. In them, Finn mustered up the courage to continue. He was sure he was trembling—he could feel it, but he quickly brushed his fear away.

Finn inched closer and closer. The gun was within a couple of feet. Finn decided to go for it. Lunging forward, he grabbed the gun and aimed it at Jacob who had turned around, looking aghast.

"Get off of her," Finn threatened, "Before I do something I might regret." The gun was still menacingly directed at Jacob. Now it was Jacob's turn to be afraid. He slowly got off of Rachel's lap, glaring at Finn, angrier than ever because Finn had ruined his moment to be with Rachel at last.

Facing Jacob the entire time, Finn walked backwards until he bumped into Rachel's bound legs. Finally letting his guard down, Finn knelt down, staring into Rachel's eyes, and placed a hand under her chin. He asked worryingly, "Are you okay?"

Rachel nodded silently, allowing a small, sweet smile escape from her lips. She let out a breath of relief as she leaned her head towards Finn so that their foreheads met.

"Thank you," she murmured softly.

Finn immediately began working on the tape that had bound Rachel to the chair. God this stuff is tough! he complained to himself as he was untying—or more like trying to untie—Rachel's hands. While helping Rachel, Finn spotted Jacob trying to sneak away out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey you!" he shouted, causing Jacob to jump up in surprise, "Stay right where you are! I'm not letting you out of my sight…not after what you did to-" Finn trailed off when he saw Rachel look down at her feet, probably trying to erase the painful memory from her mind.

Finn, pointing the gun at Jacob, motioned for him to sit on the bed in the room. Jacob reluctantly obeyed.

After some time, Finn finally broke through the sturdy duct tape that had held Rachel's hands together. She rubbed her sore wrists, red from the tight binding, and hastily began tearing through the tape around her belly. Finn switched his attention to the tape around her ankles, concentrating on breaking the sturdy fastener.

"Holy crap! Rip, you stupid thing," he muttered quietly so that only he could hear it, obviously irritated at the strength of the binding.

Finn dropped the gun by his side and began feverishly attacking the tape. Meanwhile, Rachel had removed the tape that had tied back her stomach and moved on to her thighs. Thankful that she still had relatively long nails, she clawed both of her legs free. Both Finn and Rachel were oblivious to their surroundings because they were so focused on the task at hand. They didn't even hear Jacob's quiet footsteps come nearer.

But it all became dreadfully apparent when they looked up to see Jacob, holding the pistol, with a wide grin plastered on his face. He had snuck over to the two unsuspecting teenagers and had taken the gun that Finn had placed on the ground.

"Guess who's back in control now?" he jeered, smirking. He was unmistakably pleased to be back on top. He felt secure again with the gun held firmly in his grasp.

Finn whipped his head around, shaken by this sudden change of power. "Jacob!" Finn exclaimed in shock, still kneeling by Rachel. "How did you…when did you-?"

"Now, now Finn," Jacob said condescendingly, "You should've known that I still had a few tricks up my sleeve."

"But you're sleeveless," Finn noted, slightly confused, looking at the black t shirt Jacob was wearing underneath the jacket he had taken off.

Jacob looked at him in disbelief and rolled his eyes, not even bothering to respond.

In the meantime, Rachel had finally disentangled herself from the binding that held her to the chair and slipped down right next to Finn. Finn, though glad Rachel was right next to him, was still concerned about her safety so he took a small scoot forward and nudged her behind him, slightly shielding her with his figure.

"All I ever wanted was to get in her pants," Jacob boldly stated, "And you ruined that for me." He pointed the gun at Finn's face. "I could care less about what happens to you Hudson."

Rachel whimpered softly, though loud enough for Finn to hear. He automatically wrapped his arms around her body, trying to give her a sense of security even though he himself was full of worry and doubt.

"You don't want to do this," Finn managed to stutter, arms squeezing a trembling Rachel. Rachel was curled up in a ball, one arm squeezing her legs closer to her chest and another wrapped tightly around Finn's forearm. Finn could hear her heart pound against his body and just hugged her closer, hoping to ease her fear.

Jacob stood there, silent, unmoving, void of emotion. His gun still laid cocked in his hand.

"P-please," Rachel begged desperately, her deep brown tear filled eyes meeting Jacob's cold, empty, dark ones. He remained indifferent, shrugging off his fellow classmates' pleads. Jacob began to move slowly towards them.

"No" came his harsh reply as he lifted his pistol and aimed at the two terrified students.

Sorry about the shortness of this chapter. I have loads of homework and other stuff to get done. :/ Anyway, I promise the next chapter will make up for it :D

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