Rachel's phone almost blew up with texts and calls from Brittany and Santana all weekend. She ignored every single one of them and went about her business. All day Monday she managed to avoid the pair of Cheerios but in her quest to avoid them she forgot that she was also trying to avoid Quinn (as she had been for the entire school year). She just finished up the last bit of her stash when Rachel stepped out of the bathroom stall and rolled her eyes and groaned at the other occupant before rinsing her hands in the sink.

"Is there any particular reason why you're stalking me, Preggo?"

She headed toward the door and stopped with her hand on the handle when Quinn spoke.

"Is there any particular reason why you're hell bent on destroying yourself, Lindsay Lohan?"

"You and I both know you're the fucking reason I'm like this," Rachel scowled.

"No one forces you to do it."

Rachel turned around and smirked. "Congratulations, you almost sounded like you gave a fuck. Go on, I dare you to try and make it sound convincing. I dare you."

Quinn opened and closed her mouth and clenched her jaw. "Why would I give a shit about a coked-out diva?" the blonde hissed.

"You're a fucking bitch."

Rachel didn't wait for the retort, she flung open the bathroom door and stormed out to go find Jacob. She marched to the auditorium to meet him there, just as she said she would. What she was met with was Jacob getting the shit kicked out of him by none other than Santana.

"You leave her alone, you fucking psycho!" the Latina screeched. "I swear to God if you ever touch her again I will cut it off! Stop giving her drugs, stop raping her, don't even fucking think about her!"

"Santana!" Rachel shrieked. She started running toward the brunette but Brittany caught her shoulders.

"You're gonna stop, Rach," Brittany whispered. "You're not gonna hurt anymore, okay? Me and S are gonna take care of you."

"I don't need you!" Rachel growled. "Let go of me, Brittany!"

"Don't let go, B!" Santana called to her.

Santana looked down at Jacob who was curled up on the floor holding onto his stomach. Santana kicked him in the groin and the boy let out a high pitched squeak.

"Santana, stop this!"

"No! He's not going to do this anymore! Are you, Jacob? You're not going to fucking go anywhere near her ever again, are you?"

"Whatever...Rachel...wants..." he choked out.

Santana kicked him in the stomach again. "That's not the right answer you sick fuck!" She dropped to her knees and grabbed a fistful of his hair and punched him in the stomach. "Leave," punch, "her," punch, "alone." Santana dropped his head and he coughed and groaned.

"Come on, S." Brittany said. She still had her hold on Rachel's shoulders and she tugged her toward the auditorium door.

"Santana..."

"I'm not letting you out of my sight until you stop this shit, Berry." Santana grabbed one of Rachel's arms and the two Cheerios led her to Santana's car and tossed her in the back seat.

"What are you going to do with me, hm?" Rachel growled when Santana started driving.

"Right now the plan is to lock you in B's basement since her parents are gone for the week."

"My dads will come looking for me."

"I called them this morning," Brittany said. "I told them my parents were out of town for the week and asked if you could house-sit with me. They said yes. We'll go get your stuff and then go to see Mr. Ryerson and then go to my house."

"This is bullshit," Rachel mumbled. She crossed her arms over her chest and clenched her jaw shut.