If this were a movie, Finn and Rachel would have woken up to find that the bad guys had been caught by superhero cops, Puck would walk through the door with barely a limp, and the Glee Club would meet in the middle of Main Street to bust out in a victory song.

But this isn't a movie, even though what happened the next night seemed straight out of a horror flick.

Rachel and Finn- having been up all night worrying about Puck- slept most of the day away. Her dads had gone back to their house with the promise that they would return around dark. Blaine had to go to work at the mall and Kurt went with him; he didn't know that he could do anything to help protect him (or vice versa), but neither really wanted to be alone. Burt went to work but Carol called in- even with police protection, she didn't want to leave Finn and Rachel alone in the house. She'd thought several times about waking them up, but eventually decided that with as much as they'd been through they needed the rest.

Rachel stretched out in the bed, moaning. "Stop making that noise," Finn told her, smiling and pulling her close to him for a kiss.

"I can't help it," she told him, smiling back. "What time is it?"

Finn reached for his cell phone and pushed a button. "Five."

Rachel's head shot up. "Five o'clock in the afternoon?"

Finn nodded. "Yup."

Rachel jumped out of the bed. "Oh my gosh, what must your mother think of me? Lying around in bed with her son all day…"

Finn reached out and hooked his arm around her waist as she turned to walk away, pulling her back on the bed and against him. He wrapped his arm around her. "She probably thinks that we deserve some rest," he told her, kissing her neck. "And I agree with her." Rachel sighed, but moved closer to him. "Did you have any bad dreams last night?"

Rachel thought about it. "I don't think so. I think I've been too exhausted to dream." She reached for Finn's phone and went through his text messages. "Quinn said that Noah is stable," she told Finn, texting the girl back. "Kurt and Blaine are at the mall. Is that a good idea?" she asked, then continued before he said anything. "Sam is still over at Mercedes, but everyone is has gone home."

"I hope they're being careful," Finn said, sighing.

Rachel turned in his arms to look at him. "We're not leaving the house today, are we?"

Finn smiled crookedly at her, squeezing her gently in his arms. "You have anywhere else you'd rather be?"

"No," Rachel admitted. "I haven't gone to any of my dance lessons or my singing lessons in a week. I haven't been to the gym in a week. I haven't really been home in days." She shrugged. "I'm fine with all of that."

"I'm fine with all of that too." He released Rachel. "You're right, though. We should go up. I'm starving."

They got dressed quickly and walked up the steps. "Mom?" Finn called, walking over to the fridge and looking through it.

"Hey," Carol said, smiling. "You two finally decided to join the land of the living?"

"Is that what we're calling it?" Finn asked.

Carol hugged Rachel. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling a little better. The sleep helped."

"I talked to Pucks mom a few minutes ago. He's out of ICU," Carol told them.

"Is she there?" Finn asked, raising his head out of the fridge.

Carol nodded. "She was able to find a flight into Cincinnati."

"Good," Finn said. "What's this big pot of stuff?"

"I made some vegetable soup," Carol said. She nodded to Rachel. "I know how much you love it."

Rachel smiled at her. "Thank you," she said sincerely. She loved that Carol was always doing little things like that for her. It warmed her heart.

"Wait…vegetable soup? Where's the meat?" Finn said, frowning.

Carol laughed. "There's some chicken casserole in there too."

"I love you," Finn said, lowering his head again. He pulled out the pot of vegetable soup and the chicken casserole and put them on the counter. Opening the casserole, he looked at his mom.

"You can have all of it you want," Carol told him.

Finn grinned. "Rach, I'll fix your soup."

Rachel walked toward him. "I'll fix us both something to drink. Do you want anything Carol?"

Carol shook her head. "I'll be in the other room if you need me. The news is coming on in a few minutes."

Finn heated the food up and put a bowl of soup in front of Rachel. "What's going on in the news?" he asked her.

Carol sighed. "The factory is laying off over half of its workers and they're having some problems over there. Fights and stuff." She shook her head. "It's just awful."

Finn frowned. "I wonder if Puck's mom lost her job?"

"Probably," Carol said sadly.

"That's terrible," Rachel said.

"Things are bad all over, honey," Carol said, squeezing her shoulder. "You two eat, then come join me."

"Okay," Finn told her. He shook his head, looking at Rachel. "That's really going to hurt the town."

Rachel blew out a breath. "If things were bad around here before, imagine how bad they're going to be now."

They finished eating and joined Carol in the living room. "Have they said anything about the factory?" Finn asked her, sitting on the couch and putting his arm around Rachel.

"They keep showing video of police cars there but they haven't actually said what's going on," Carol told them. She looked at the clock. "I wish Burt didn't have to work late tonight."

"What time are Kurt and Blaine supposed to be home?" Rachel asked.

"Blaine gets off at 8, I think," Carol told her. "Your dads will be back around 8, too."

Rachel nodded. "Good."

A knock sounded at the door and Carol went to answer it. Rachel leaned her head on Finn's shoulder. "My mom loves you," he whispered in her ear.

Rachel smiled. "I don't know about love, but I do think she likes me."

"Totally loves you. When she looks at you, she's trying to figure out how many grandbabies you're going to give her."

"Oh my gosh, Finn!" Rachel said, laughing.

Finn shrugged. "It's true." He winked at her.

"Finn!" Carol called from the doorway.

Finn got up, walking to where his mother and the officer were. "What's going on?"

"Officer Carlton is needed at the factory," Carol told him. "Apparently things are getting worse there."

"I offered to escort you all to the police station for protection until I can return," the officer told him.

Finn frowned, looking at his mom. "I don't know if we need to do that," he said. "What do you think?"

"I think that you and Rachel should go. I'm going to stay here and wait for Burt and the boys."

Finn thought about it, running his hand through his hair. "I don't want to leave my mom," he told the police officer. "Maybe Rachel will go with you, though. Can you give me a second?"

Officer Carlton nodded and Finn walked back into the living room. "What's going on?" Rachel asked him.

"Officer Carlton has to leave," Finn told her. "Things at the factory are getting worse."

"Okay?" Rachel said, confused.

"He wants to take us to the police station until he's free to protect us again."

Rachel shrugged. "I can get my things," she said.

"Mom's not going," Finn said. "I don't want to leave her here." He walked over to Rachel and brushed her cheek with his thumb. "But I want you to go. If something happens here, I don't know that I can protect you. There are so many of them…"

Rachel stared at him for a moment, then went up on her toes to kiss him. "Tell him I'll be ready in a minute," she said.

Finn breathed out a sigh of relief, kissing her softly. "Thank you."

Rachel nodded, then went to grab her stuff. She met the three at the front door. "I guess I'm going with you," she told him, smiling. The officer nodded.

"Be careful with this young lady," Carol told him, hugging Rachel. "We love her."

Finn smiled knowingly at Rachel, then pulled her close for a kiss. "Be careful babe," he told her. "I love you."

"I will and I love you too," she whispered.

Rachel followed the officer out to the car. He opened the back door for her. "I feel like a criminal!" Rachel joked.

Officer Carlton blushed. "I'd let you up front, but my computer and radio is up there."

"I'm just joking," she told him. She turned around to wave at Finn as they drove off. "So things are getting bad at the factory?"

Officer Carlton nodded. "We were hoping to have the situation under control by now, but it's just getting worse. With situations like this, you just never know what's going to happen. People need their jobs, you know?"

Rachel nodded. "I can understand that," she said as they drove through town.

Passing the courthouse a frantic call came over the radio. "All units reporting. We have a 256 at the Mulligan's factory. We need all units."

Officer Carlton pulled the car over. "What's a 256?" Rachel asked him.

"Shots fired," he told her, picking up his radio. "Dispatch, this is 191. I'm on my way into the station now."

"191, all cars are needed at Mulligan's factory."

"I have a passenger," he said into the radio.

"191, signal 5."

"What's going on?" Rachel asked, worried.

"I've got to call them," he told her. "This is Carlton. I'm transporting the Berry girl to the station for safekeeping." He listened for a moment. "Who got shot?" He looked grim. "Is there any way…Okay," he said, hanging up. "I have to respond to the call. Several of our officers are being held hostage at the factory," he told Rachel, putting the car in gear and driving. "We have someone coming to pick you up. You'll be safe."

Rachel nodded, but she didn't feel safe at all. She was trying to stay away from danger and now the cop protecting her was driving her towards it. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, breathing deeply. No one at the factory wanted to hurt her, so she probably really was safe.

"I'm really sorry," Office Carlton told her, noticing her unease.

"No, it's okay," Rachel told him. "Your friends are in danger. I completely understand that."

"We don't have any type of protocol for this," he told her. "We're pretty much flying blind. Things like this just don't happen in Lima."

"Lately, lots of things have been happening around here that I can't believe," Rachel told him. He grimaced.

Pulling up to the factory, they both stared in shock at the scene before them. Vehicles were on fire; people were screaming and fighting everywhere. Several people lay on the ground, unmoving. Rachel covered her mouth with her hands. "Oh no," she whispered.

Carlton grabbed his radio. "Dispatch, this is 191. Things are much worse than we thought. We need backup. I repeat, we need backup!"

"All units, all units, report to Mulligan's factory," the radio said as Officer Carlton put the radio up. He looked back at Rachel. "I'm going to leave you here," he told her. "Don't open the door for anyone but another police officer, okay? We will get you out of here as soon as possible."

Rachel nodded, terrified. A factory worker chased another man down beside the car, hitting him with a steel pipe. Rachel screamed and Officer Carlton jumped out of the car, trying to restrain the attacker. Cuffing him, Rachel heard him again speak into his radio- this one on his shoulder- requesting backup and medical assistance. He nodded to Rachel and locked the doors, shutting them.

Rachel frantically dug through her bag, searching for her cell phone. Her hands were shaking so badly she dropped the bag. She rested her head back against the seat, taking deep breaths. She was okay. She was in a police car. She was fine. No one even knew she was there. Right?