A/N: I seriously do not know where the hell i am heading with this story hah. I 'm kinda making it up as I go along, so i hope you like it.
Rachel followed Santana confusedly down the hallway to the choir room. When they were outside, Rachel stopped Santana and turned her around.
"San, what's going on?" she asked the Latina.
"C'mon." Santana said while pulling Rachel into the choir room. Rachel closed her eyes, she didn't want to be reminded of her best friends.
"Rach, open your eyes." Rachel heard that familiar high-pitched sarcastic voice.
"Kurt!" Rachel opened her eyes. Before her was the entire glee club, alive and well.
"Santana, what the fuck is going on?" She looked around for a second. "Where's Quinn?"
"Right here, Rachel. It seems as though you have finally woken up. Santana, do you want to explain to her what happened or do you want Jeff and Sebby to?" Quinn asked, walking into the choir room, a tall, meerkat-looking boy and a bleached blonde with a devious smirk following.
"We all can." Santana said, leading Rachel to the chairs and sitting her down.
"What the hell is going on?" Rachel asked again, and Santana began the story.
"Shit, Rachel!" Santana said as she caught the falling brunette.
"Jeff! See what you did? You killed them. They were Rachels' family, all that she had. You might as well kill her." Quinn said.
"I agree with blonde beauty. You hurt her, J. You hurt her bad." Sebastian said, walking towards the flaming mansion.
"Where the hell are you guys going? What about our plan? Sebastian! Q! Damn it!" Jeff called as Sebastian, Quinn, and Santana, who was carrying a still-unconscious Rachel Berry, walked to the cars.
"So, Quinn stood up for me. That still doesn't explain how the supposedly dead 15 members of the glee club are standing before me." Rachel said, earning a hush from Artie, who was deeply listening to the story. Rachel just rolled her eyes and listened as Jeff continued.
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Jeff screamed in frustration. He stormed back to the little hut and searched his drawers. He eventually found what he was looking for and pulled it out with an "ah-ha!"
He walked towards the freezer and opened it, letting the cool air smack him in the face.
"It's time to have a little more fun." Jeff said as he poured a small amount of the vial down the throat of Artie Abrams.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Rachel, shhh! I'm trying to listen!"
"Fine! Damn Artie."
"Jeff? What are you doing?" Quinn asked as she walked into the hut.
"Bringing your friends back. I told you, I never actually killed them. They were just paralyzed, and they needed this formula to come back. I made the scenes look like they died, just for a scare. Take Rachel back to your school, I'm gonna surprise her." Jeff explained.
"And that's how we ended up here." Sebastian pointed out.
"So, you all never really died? B-But I stabbed Blaine! And Finn! and Mike! How could you fake those deaths?" Rachel asked.
"That's actually a funny story." Mike began, "Guys, wanna help me with this one?"
Everyone was busy sitting and talking around the choir room. Finn, Rachel and Kurt had left to go check on Blaine after the slushy incident.
Jeff and Sebastian strided into the choir room, a plan in mind and a skip in their step when they noticed that Rachel was not in the room.
"Jeffy! What are you doing here?" Quinn asked as she hugged her brother and cousin.
"I have a plan, to scare Rachel. You'll just have to inform Blaine, Kurt, and Finn about it."
"And then he continued to explain it all to us. We were all more than willing to do this if it meant scaring Rachel Berry shitless. That was something we all wanted to see. So when Jeff told us to act like we died and to plant fake blood and stuff, we all went along with it." Mike explained.
"So you all went to this trouble just to scare the shit out of me? Seriously guys?" Rachel asked, beginning to cry.
"Hey, hey, Rach, if it makes you feel any better I didn't know about any of this. I was with Coach when Jeff came. I didn't know about this at all." Santana said, hugging Rachel and kissing her temple.
"But guys, why would you go to all this fucking trouble? I bet neither Quinn nor Jeff actually had feelings for me when they both kissed me. I should've known." Rachel said as she broke from Santana's grasp and sprinted from the choir room.
"Rachel!" Santana called. She started to run after her but was stopped when the doors slammed shut in her face. She tried to open it but it was locked.
"Damn it! Rachel!" Santana started pounding on the door.
A voice came over the loudspeaker.
"Say it! Say you fucking love me!"
"No! No I don't! I don't fucking love you, whoever you are. I love Santana!" That was Rachel. They heard a smack, and a wimper of pain.
"Shut the fuck up, you worthless bitch." Another slap.
Santana saw red. She began pounding and pounding at the door.
"Santana! Please…." Once again, another slap.
There was some shuffling coming from the speaker, then the disguised voice was back.
"This must suck for you, New Directions. You keep getting your lead taken away from you. Don't worry, I won't hurt her, or any of you. It's up to her to see if you die, or live. If you can figure out how to escape, you are free to come and find Rachel and I. Good Luck."
The speaker went off with a loud screeching noise.
"I am getting fucking sick of this." Santana mumbled as she fumbled with the lock.