A/N - YAY! Fast update! It's only because the last update was pretty short, as is this one. But I think if you combine the two, it would be about as long as a usual chapter from me. Plus, you guys are all pretty excited...so I'll trade you this fast update for amazing feedback and reviews. I know, that's mean, but the more I get from you guys, the more you get from me, and I love you all so much because your reviews make me smile, laugh, cry and it's freaking awesome :) Please enjoy...something tells me you will...
Rachel Berry was absolutely infuriated. If you would have asked those around her, they probably would have gone straight to psychotically infuriated. It was decided that amongst the friends that it was a good thing she wasn't in her own apartment, because everything in sight would have been destroyed. Since Rachel was throwing a fit in an apartment that wasn't hers, there was nothing to throw. Nothing to break, or smash.
Santana had sat Rachel down to explain that Jesse was being bailed out of jail by the Price family, and that Jade was gone. At first, she seemed calm. A little too calm, and Quinn was watching her very carefully. Once Santana was done talking, she tiny diva had stood up, and slowly walked out of the room. When the three former Cheerios followed her, she was pacing back and forth in the living room. Her little hands balled into fists, and her breathing was getting faster and faster. Quinn knew what was coming so she tried to grab onto her. However, it was wasted effort because Rachel just moved away from her, and continued pacing. All three of them tried, grabbing onto her, holding her, comforting her with words, and reassurances, but nothing worked. Within minutes, Rachel was screaming, and swearing at the top of her lungs. Taking lazy swings at the sir, and stomping about the living room.
Throw pillows, blankets, couch cushions were sailing through the air, as the girls scattered around. Quinn was trying with all she had to hold Rachel, and keep her from hurting herself or any of them, and she wasn't going to give up. It was only the second time she had seen Rachel freak out in such a way, but no matter how scary it was, she would calm her down. Santana and Brittany were almost in tears seeing the tiny brunette as she was. They'd seen her angry, but this was something they never expected to see from her. They just watched, as Quinn got Rachel onto the ground, and held her down without actually hurting her. Even with a broken wrist, she was able to push Quinn at least halfway off of her.
"Rachel...stop it", said Quinn, almost crying. "You're about to give yourself a heart attack...please calm down...". She looked up at her two friends, a look a pure desperation across her face.
"Alright", said Santana, as her and Brittany moved down to the floor. Quinn let go of Rachel, and Brittany, being the strongest of the three, grabbed onto her from behind, and pulled her forcefully into her lap.
"Rachel...you need to calm down", said Santana, sternly."You need to breathe."
Rachel continued to struggle, but Brittany held on tight, and wouldn't let go.
"Relax...", she whispered into Rachel's ear."Relax...".
"Please", begged Quinn through her tears."Everything is gonna' be fine, you just need to calm down."
After about three minutes, Rachel started to get tired, and she gave up. Her body went limp against the taller blond, and she started breathing slower, and slower. Her eyes were half closed, but there were still tears rolling down her face. Quinn leaned forward, and kissed the tears away, before Brittany slowly released her. Quinn pulled her into a cuddle, and gently rocked her.
"Everything's okay", she whispered.
An hour later, Quinn was exiting her bedroom, after finally getting Rachel to fall asleep. Santana and Brittany were sitting in the living room, in silence.
"She's sleeping", stated Quinn, as she sat down, and sighed.
"What the fuck was that", asked Santana."I have never seen her act like that before...ever."
"Yeah, that was super scary...", said Brittany."I don't like that she does that now."
"I know, it's really messed up. I think it's pretty safe to say she's developed a pretty serious anger issue", said Quinn.
"Okay, well in all fairness, I can't say I wouldn't react the same if I were her. I probably shouldn't have told her about Jesse and Jade all at once", said Santana."I mean come on...just so you know your violent Ex is out on bail...and by the way your best friend was forced to move back home...".
"No, I don't think it would have made much a difference really. I just...can't believe she's gone. What is wrong with that family", asked Quinn, in disbelief.
"You should have heard their Mom on the phone, Q. She like...doesn't even care about them, and she said Jesse was delightful", said Brittany.
"What...?"
"Yeah, she was all too happy to be singing praises about that douche bag. Seriously, I'm starting to think going the police was a huge waste of time. We should have just taken care of it ourselves", said Santana, annoyance masking her tone.
"Unfortunately there as no way around that one. Shelby wasn't about to let us keep matters in our own hands after he broke her wrist", said Quinn.
"Yeah? Well, I'd like to break his face."
"What happens now that he's bailed out of jail? Does that mean he just got away with it", asked Brittany.
"No, it just means he doesn't have to stay locked up until the court hearing. He won't be able to leave the city, but he's pretty much free to do whatever he wants", said Santana.
"That's not fair, he was on video", whined Brittany."Can't they put him under house arrest or something like that?"
"Whatever lawyer the Price's got for him must of been a damn good one. You know what, hang on, I need to look something up", said the Latina standing up, and heading towards her room. Quinn's phone went off, and she looked at the screen.
"Who is it", asked Brittany.
"It's a text from Puck."
You need to turn the news on like right now baby mama- P
"What the...".
She stood up, grabbed the remote, and turned the TV on. She flipped through just a few channels before landing on one that had a photo of Jesse in the top right corner. She turned the volume up, and concentrated on the what the anchor woman was saying.
"This just in. An our ago, outside a down town police station, Broadway Star, Jesse St. James was shot."
"Oh my God", said Brittany, standing from the couch.
"Santana! Get out here, now", yelled Quinn.
Santana ran into the room, with one of her texts books in her arms.
"It was reported that he was being held on charges of assault, and harassment. As he was being led out of the building with his attorney, a single shot was fired, and the star was down. When the paramedics arrived minutes later, he was pronounced dead."
The three girls gasped, and Santana dropped her text book to the floor.
"Police are still searching for the shooter, as of right now, they have no evidence leading them to any suspect in question."
All three girls looked at each other in shock. None of them knew what feeling they were supposed to express. The silence was broken by the sound of Santana's phone ringing. She grabbed it, and saw that it was Mercedes.
"Hello?"
"Girl, what in the Hell have you done?"
"Seriously, Ghetto Fab? You really think that was me?"
"Shoot, I love ya' girl, but I wouldn't put it past ya'."
"Look, as much I'd love to take the credit for this, I can't. I've been at my apartment with Q, Britts and Rach, since I left you guys earlier. Where's Jonah?"
"He hasn't left all damn day, neither has Puck", said Mercedes."And I won't even lie, they're both happy as can be right now. They're doing shots over here. How is Rachel taking this?"
"She doesn't know. We just had to calm her down, because once we told her about Jade being gone, and Jesse being bailed out, she completely lost her shit. I guess one problem is solved", said Santana, laughing just a little.
Quinn smile nervously, and shook her head.
"Alright...well does she plan on staying over there tonight", asked Mercedes.
"Probably."
"That's what I thought. Listen, I'll grab some clean clothes for her, and some other stuff and be over there in a little bit, girl."
"Sounds good, but tell the boys to stop with the celebrating for now. I have a feeling that the cops will be stopping by there to talk to Rachel. If they do, they will have questions for all of you. If they show up, and ask you where she is, just tell them she's here, because if you say you don't know, it makes it look like she has something to hide", warned Santana.
"How", asked Mercedes.
"That's just how cops are, trust me. I'm studying law for fuck sake!"
"Alright...geez! See you soon", said Mercedes and she hung up.
"This is insane...I mean...he's dead. Jesse is dead", said Quinn.
"We should wake Rachel up and tell her...", said Brittany.
"Maybe we should", said Quinn, slowly taking a few steps towards her bedroom.
"No", said Santana."No no no no, just let her sleep."
"Why", asked Brittany.
"If the cops do find out she's here, and come looking for her, the fact that she's asleep just makes her alibi even better."
"S...we're her alibi. We know she didn't do it because she was here with us having a nervous breakdown", said Quinn.
"Ugh...I know that. Here...sit down, let me explain something to you guys", said Santana, taking a seat on the floor. The two blonds sat down on the couch.
"See, Rachel looks the best for this. He beat her when they together, he broke her wrist and threatened her life. Since she pressed the charges yesterday, the police know all of this. They will ask her a bunch of questions that tie her into this whole thing. I mean, they will be digging deep and reaching for reasons to arrest Rachel."
"That's not fair, she really didn't do anything", said Brittany.
"I know, but that's how it's gonna' be, trust me. That's why girls in these situations hate talking to the cops. Sometimes, more often than not...everything gets turned around on them."
"Wait, but she's best friends with Jade, and lives with her and Jonah. The cops have to know that Jade and Jonah are part of the family that bailed Jesse out of jail and got him a lawyer. Doesn't that kind of make it look a little better", asked Quinn.
"Actually that makes it awkward."
"How?"
"The Price family bailed out the guy that beat her...think about it. I guarantee you they already think it's suspicious that Rachel's so close with Jade."
"Wow...", said Brittany.
"Yeah, this is really screwed up. You're basically saying that Rachel could end up going to jail for this, even though she didn't really do it", stated Quinn.
"Like I said...she looks the best for this. Unless they catch the person who actually did it...they will probably come down on Rachel pretty hard with the questioning", said Santana, sadly. Quinn and Brittany exchanged looks of concern.
"Don't panic yet though, I'm telling you all of this, just in case we're facing anything serious."
A while later, Mercedes showed up, two half drunk guys standing behind her in the doorway.
"Oh Jesus", said Santana, as she moved aside to let them in."How many shots did you guys take?"
"Enough", said Mercedes, rolling her eyes."Cops didn't show."
"Here either, but I'm telling you they will", said Santana.
"Is Fun Size awake yet", asked Puck, as he kicked his shoes off.
"Not yet, and don't you dare wake her up", warned Santana.
"I won't...God...", slurred Puck, as she wandered into the living room.
"I swear he's been drunk for like two days", said Mercedes shaking her head. She wandered off into the living room too. Santana looked at Jonah, who was just standing there, staring off into space. He looked tired, buzzed, and a little bit confused.
"I know", she sad, patting him on the back."I miss her too."
Jonah just smiled sadly, and walked into the living room.
After a while, Rachel woke up, and was surprised to see that Puck, Mercedes and Jonah had shown up. They all stayed a little too quiet, and Rachel immediately picked up on their behavior.
"What's going on", she asked, suspiciously.
"What", asked Puck.
"Something's going on...", she said, tiredly. She was sitting on the couch in between Quinn, and Puck.
"Well...we have something to tell you...", said Quinn, quietly.
"Oh God...what now?"
"Hold on...Rach...you need to stay calm, or at least...try. You scared the Hell out of me earlier with your tantrum."
"I'm sorry...".
"No, it's okay I just...don't like seeing you like that...".
"Me either", said Brittany.
"I tried to tell y'all...she does that sometimes", said Mercedes.
"So, what is it", asked Rachel.
They all looked at each other, unsure of who should say it. For some reason, all eyes rested on Quinn.
"Awe, come on", she whined.
"She's your girlfriend...", said Puck."Just tell her."
"Fine...um, Rachel...", Quinn said calmly."Jesse...was...shot today...".
"What? Are you serious", asked Rachel,looking right at Quinn.
"Yes."
"Wait...okay, so...is he...".
"He's dead."
Rachel's jaw dropped and she looked down. She felt a tightness in her chest, and right away, began to breathe deeply. Quinn grabbed her hand, and held it, as everybody in the room stared at the tiny girl.
"He...He's...dead?"
"When he was leaving the police station...somebody shot him...and he didn't even make it to the hospital...he died right there."
They all watched as the news very slowly sunk into Rachel's brain. She didn't know how to feel. Sure, she was happy he couldn't hurt, or bother her anymore. However, she wasn't sure if she was alright with the fact that he was no longer alive. He was dead. As in not breathing, and would be put six feet under the ground. She zoned out for what seemed like forever, but was brought back to reality when she felt a hand wiping tears from he cheeks. She looked up, and was met with hazel eyes.
"You okay", asked Quinn.
"I...uh...um...I...", she stuttered.
"Stay calm...", said Brittany.
"It's...over."
"Yeah, he can't hurt you anymore", said Puck.
"Who...shot him", asked Rachel, looking at Santana.
"Don't look at me...", said Santana.
Rachel looked at Puck.
"Come on, really", he asked.
"It wasn't any of us", said Jonah."That's a promise."
"Okay...okay, I...think I need a minute...", said Rachel, standing up.
"Rach...", said Quinn.
"No, I'm...fine, really. I just need a minute", she said, and she walked down the hallway, and into Quinn's bedroom. After the door was closed, she threw herself onto the bed, and buried her face into a pillow. After screaming about four or five times, she started crying. Softly, so nobody could hear. Her emotions were still so unclear, she couldn't figure out how she should feel. She didn't know if she was crying because she was upset, or because she was happy. She couldn't shake the feeling that if her tears were tears of happiness, it made her a bad person. Most importantly, she wanted to know who had shot him, and why.
He's gone. He's really gone...
Monday morning seemed to be dragging for Quinn. She liked her classes, but she wished it was the weekend again. She sat there, trying to concentrate on her assignment, but she couldn't stop thinking about her girlfriend. Sunday had been a pretty eventful day for the whole crew. Rachel was on edge all day, right up to the moment two detectives had shown up to the apartment to speak with Rachel. She told them the truth, and it appeared that they believed her. After speaking with everyone else, the detectives left, with no more questions asked. Once that' was over, Rachel was as calm as she could be given the circumstances. She had decided to go work the following day, no matter how much Quinn protested against it. However, she was in desperate need of a distraction. She couldn't think of anything better, than trying to explain things to her boss, and throwing herself into her work.
Quinn had texted her a few times, but hadn't gotten an answer back. She was starting to get frustrated, and when she looked up at the clock, she swore she saw the minute hand move backwards. While Quinn sat in misery through her first class of the day, Santana was in the campus library. She was nose deep in one of her texts books, studying when her phone went off.
R U near a computer? - B
Yeah got my laptop with me...y? - S
Go online and search "Jesse St. Tool Bag"...not even joking...- B
Santana flipped open her laptop and typed in exactly what Brittany had told her. Sure enough, a bunch of different results popped up, all with a video link. She clicked on one of them, and stared at her screen in shock. It was the video Jade had taken of him screaming at Rachel, and breaking her wrist.
"Oh no fucking way...", she mumbled to herself.
She started reading some of the comments under the video.
Is that the guy from Jersey Boys?
Ew, no wonder he got shot, what an ass hole! Who's that poor girl he's terrorizing?
Wow, if I would have seen him do that, I would have shot the mother fucker too!
See I guess whoever was trashing that pricks billboards had a good damn reason! What a piece of shit.
This can't be real...maybe he was filming a movie or something...
That is horrible! I'm pretty sure death was what he deserved!
Why the Hell would you pick on such a tiny little girl like that? She has to be like no older than 14!
"Pretty insane, huh", she heard a voice say.
She looked to her left, and Alyson was sitting down next to her.
"Oh Hey Alyson...yeah this is fucking crazy...".
"Talk about being kicked while your down...he is dead, and people are still talking shit. Usually that would make me a little mad, but with him...I really couldn't care any less."
"I can't believe Jade managed to leak this video", said Santana, scrolling down at the thousands of comments.
"She didn't."
"How do yo kn-"
"She sent that video to me the day it happened. I may or may not have mass emailed it", said Alyson, with a huge smile on her face.
"Okay...you're amazing...", said Santana, extending her fist. Alyson giggled, and pounded the Latina's fist."Have you...heard from her?"
"No, not since Smashed. I heard Mika took her and said she was with me though, that prick", growled Alyson.
"I just wish I knew...if she was okay", said Santana, sadly.
"I'll let you know...I just dropped my whole semester. I'm flying back to Ohio tonight, and I don't give a shit what the Price Family says, I will be seeing Jade."
"Wow, okay. Not that I hate that you're going to see her, but...why did you drop your whole semester?"
"College is something I've always wanted, but...right now is just not the right time. Plus, I think it would be better for me to get out of here for a while. I heard a nasty rumor that this scum bag stage actor got shot yesterday...". Santana's heart sped up suddenly, as she stared at Alyson."...they had a description of the suspect on the news early this morning...short chick...black hair, nose ring...isn't really a person I need to be in the same city as, you know what I mean?"
"Alyson...did you-".
"It was nice seeing you again, Santana", said Alyson standing up."Tell Rachel I'm glad she's safe now, and please give her a hug for me."
With that, Alyson was gone, Santana staring after her in disbelief.
...? (Insert Devilish Smile Here)...I guess for some of you I should say "Your wish has been granted"...lol don't forget! Reviews and feedback are love!