Not ever having expected to play the true-life role of a drug addict so soon in her short life and career, Rachel came through the withdrawals with remarkable fortitude. Head held high, she stepped into the halls of McKinley High with Santana on one side and Brittany on the other. She'd been clean for almost a month, and she honestly felt better.
"Don't forget to talk to Finn," Santana said.
Brittany nodded her agreement. "He's a good place to start. Make amends for hurting him. Like Q should do with you, because of her dad."
"I will, guys. In fact, I think I'm gonna go find him. I'll see you guys in math," she said as she turned down the hall toward the gymnasium. Rachel stepped slowly into the locker room. "Finn?" she called, eyes darting around the room.
"Pretty boy ain't here," Karofsky sneered. "But we are. Seen the way he looks at you, Streisand. Maybe us real men can help you out..." he advanced, several other boys emerging from behind the lockers.
"I... don't think so... Maybe he's in the choir room..." She turned, wanting to leave quickly, and finding still more boys blocking her path.
"Oh yeah, I think we can definitely help you out..." He cupped his crotch suggestively as two of his teammates grabbed Rachel's arms and held her to them.
"David, don't do this, please..." She struggled against the boys, practically begging.
He unlaced his hockey uniform pants, and advanced on her, grasping her chin and squeezing, holding her face still. "You been giving it up to Hudson, Puckerman, shit, I even heard you gave it up to Fabray and who knows who else... Now it's our turn." He nodded to the boys holding her, and they dropped to their knees, pulling her down with them.
"Please, no..." As she opened her mouth, he shoved himself inside, hardening painfully as he felt her tongue scrape against his flesh.
"Yeaaah..." he said, almost a groan. "Rumor is, you have no gag reflex. Let's find out how true that is." He grabbed a handful of hair, shoving her mouth down on him.
She swallowed, eyes tearing, and gasped for air through her runny nose. "Finn!" she tried to scream as Karofsky withdrew, but the sound strangled in her throat, coming out as a sad squawk.
"Boone, Johnson, strip her. We're gonna have ourselves some fun real quick, while Coach is out." The boys set to their task, Rachel putting up very little fight, her mind trying to go blank. "Oh, no you don't," Karofsky said, slapping her across the face, bringing her back to full alertness. "It ain't no fun if you're cata...if you ain't here with the rest of us."
Rachel looked up at him, tears streaming down her face, and as she opened her mouth to speak, he shoved his cock in her mouth again. "I said I wanted you awake. I didn't say nothin' about talking."
Once she was nude, Karofsky withdrew again, pushing her roughly. She sprawled backwards, legs falling open. He seized the opportunity, and dropped down on top of her, rolling a condom on and forcing his way inside her.
She began to scream through the tears, but Boone unzipped, and slid his cock into her mouth, muffling the shout. She pushed against Boone's thighs, attempting to push him away from her, but he laughed and held her hands down.
Soon enough, Karofsky grunted, and slipped out, backing up and motioning for Johnson to take his place. The hockey player also rolled a condom on, and shoved inside her.
After Johnson, Boone, and several other hockey players had had their turn, Karofsky looked around making sure they were all dressed and indicated they should leave, quickly. He spit on Rachel, sneering down at her. "Enjoyed it, whore? Tell anyone, and you'll get ten times worse." He spun on his heel, walking out quickly, leaving Rachel to collect herself, sobbing.
She stood on shaky feet, taking note of the blood and fluid on the floor where she'd been lying a moment before. Pulling on her clothes, she managed to walk out, and hurried to the girl's locker room to shower and change, her face covered in tears, and a blank expression in her eyes.