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Chapter 2 – A Little More than Cuts and Bruises

In the corridor, Santana, Brittany and Quinn were standing with their hands on their hips, dressed head to toe in their Cheerio uniforms, waiting impatiently for Mr. Schue to open the Choir Room door.

"This is just embarrassing," Santana muttered as the teacher tried barging the door open with his shoulder.

"Why don't you let me try and open it, Mr. Schue?" Quinn asked. "I've always been pretty handy with a nail file."

"Girls, please, this is a job for the men," Mr. Schue told her before backing away from the door and then running at it to try and get it open.

The trio of girls watched on as the Spanish teacher crumpled to the floor.

"Well, well, William," Coach Sylvester's voice drawled out as she approached in her blue tracksuit. "It seems I underestimated your abilities for failure. Now, I knew you couldn't possibly coach the Glee Club to any kind of victory but I always assumed you capable of opening a door. I can only assume you stood too long in the line for wild spaghetti hair and missed out completely on the line for masculinity."

"Shut up, Sue," he grumbled.

"Looks like he missed out on the line of good come-backs too," Santana sniggered to the two blondes standing either side of her.

"Try again, William," Sue suggested. "It's funny when you fall over and I didn't see it properly the first time."

"This is no time for your jokes, Sue," he replied. "I think some of the kids are in there."

"Alright, move over, I'll open the door," Sue said shoving Mr. Schue out of the way. She pushed heavily against the door but had no more luck opening it than her colleague did. "What do you know, Spaghetti Hair, it really is stuck. I guess your kids will just have to survive on their own."

"We should report this to Figgins," Mr. Schue said. "Maybe we can get a locksmith out here."

"I don't care what you do, William," Sue replied. "I was bored of this situation ten minutes before it even happened. Girls," she turned to the three cheerleaders. "Today's Glee Club rehearsal will have to be postponed. So you three can make yourselves useful and spend the next hour polishing my trophies. Lead the way, Q," she instructed. "Nice talking to you, Butt-Chin."

Mr. Schue huffed as the formidable Cheerleading Coach escorted the three Cheerio's away. He continued his efforts with the door, sweat beading on his forehead, until Finn, Puck, Mike and Matt made an appearance.

"Um, are you ok, Mr. Schue?" Finn asked watching the teacher try to shoulder the door open.

"Need help with that?" Puck gestured to the door.

"No, it's ok, boys, I can do this," Mr. Schue insisted and the four teenagers looked on as he made further failed attempts to open the door.

"Seriously, Mr. Schue, I can break into anything," Puck said.

"Fine," Mr. Schue sighed stepping away and wiping his brow. "Fine, go ahead."

As Puck prepared to aim a hard kick at the door, it swung open of its own accord.

"That was weird," Finn commented at the same time Mike exclaimed "That was awesome."

"Mr. Schue," Puck said as he stepped into the Choir Room and spotted the five unconscious bodies. "You might wanna run and get the School Nurse."

"Oh god," Mr. Schue gripped at his hair looking a little panicked. "Finn, Puck, you boys stay here," he instructed. "Mike, Matt, run and get the Nurse. I'll try and find Figgins."

Stepping further into the room, Puck knelt by Rachel's unconscious form and quickly pulled her skirt back down to protect her modesty. He then brushed the hair off her face and leaned in to check she was breathing.

"Are they… dead?" Finn asked in a whisper.

"Just unconscious," Puck answered. "Give me some help, dude."

Together, Puck and Finn lifted Rachel off of the top of the pile and laid her carefully on the carpet.

"Shit, what's the recovery position?" Puck asked.

"I'm not sure," Finn admitted. "But she looks ok like that."

"Come on, help me with Asian Chick," Puck ordered.

"Ouch," Finn hissed as they placed Tina a foot away from Rachel. "Her nails are really sharp," he said showing the scratch on his arm from where he'd caught it on Tina's fingernails.

"Man up, Finnessa," Puck retorted.

"What do you think happened?" Finn asked as they moved Artie.

"No idea," Puck replied distractedly as he readjusted the glasses on Artie's face.

They heaved Mercedes off of Kurt and set her down with the others, Puck taking care to cradle her head and place it gently on the carpet.

"She's not wearing shoes," Finn observed.

"Maybe it's a fashion thing," Puck shrugged before picking Kurt up singlehandedly. "Hummel's bleeding," he said noticing the wound at his temple.

"Is it bad?" Finn asked.

"I don't think so," Puck replied setting him down carefully and wiping the blood away with his sleeve.

"Looks like Artie's wheelchair got busted," Finn said.

"Can you fix it?" Puck asked.

Quietly, Finn kneeled down by the wheelchair and furrowed his brow in concentration as he tried to fix the wheel back on.

"I think I've got it," Finn said. "There," he grinned in triumph.

"Nice job, bro," Puck complimented. Fuck, I hope the dorks are ok, Puck thought.

"Fine," Rachel wheezed out slowly sitting up. "I'm… I'm fine."

"Hey, Rachel, what happened?" Finn asked moving over to her as she rubbed at her head.

"I was singing," she answered and Puck rolled his eyes. "Did the football team play a prank on us?"

"Not that I'm aware of," Finn told her just as Mike and Matt returned with the School Nurse in toe.

Seeing that Rachel was sitting up and speaking, the Nurse moved past her to check on Tina and then the others.

"Are they ok?" Mike asked as he stood over Tina and looked down at her prone form.

"I believe so," the Nurse answered. "They're just unconscious but aside from that they seem to be ok. I just don't understand why they all passed out in the first place."

"Oh damn," Mercedes groaned as she woke up, her head feeling heavy.

"Ow," Tina yelped as she sat up, cradling her mouth from having accidentally bit her lip and causing it to bleed. The Nurse moved towards her and tended to her cut lip.

As Mr. Schue entered with Principal Figgins, Kurt and Artie woke up.

"What has been going on in here, William?" Figgins asked looking at the students on the floor, Tina with her cut lip and Kurt with drying blood on the side of his head. "You are responsible for these children. It is your duty to keep them safe while they are on the school premises. Their parents could file a lawsuit over this."

"Are you kids ok?" Mr. Schue asked lifting Artie up and setting him back in his wheelchair.

"I think we're all ok, thanks Mr. Schue," Artie said slipping off his glasses and rubbing at his eyes.

"Thankfully it's just a few cuts and bruises," the Nurse said as she carefully placed a band aid over Kurt's cut. "No lasting damage. The children are fine."

"What exactly happened?" Mr. Schue asked and the Nurse looked around at the confused expressions on the students' faces.

"I honestly don't know," the Nurse answered before leaving.

"Make sure their parents don't come knocking on my door, William," Figgins said before he exited, eyeing Tina warily on his way out.

"Are you sure you're all ok?" Mr. Schue asked looking around at the five original members of the Glee Club. "Artie?" he asked looking to the boy in concern as he continued to rub at his eyes.

"I'm ok," Artie answered hooking his glasses back on and squinting before removing them, finding that his vision was better without his glasses. He rested one hand on his leg and felt a sparkle of electricity that made his breath hitch. This is weird, he thought.

"So weird," Rachel said and Artie frowned feeling certain that he hadn't spoken out loud. "I'm not entirely sure that I like the Choir Room anymore."

"The… the l-light… it h-hurts my eyes," Tina admitted.

"Here," Kurt offered handing over the pair of shades he had in his satchel.

"Thanks," Tina replied slipping them on.

"Ok, I think we should cancel Glee rehearsal for the day," Mr. Schue said. "I'm going to call all your parents to come and pick you up. You should go home and get some rest." He squeezed Kurt's shoulder as he passed him and entered his office so he could call his students' parents.

Mike and Matt took their leave but Puck and Finn remained. Hands in his pockets, Finn shuffled closer to Rachel to ask if she was ok. Puck leaned up against a wall looking around at the others and wondering what had happened to them.

"Your parents are on their way," Mr. Schue declared.

"Thanks, Mr. Schue," Mercedes said politely before crawling under the piano to grab her shoes and put them back on.

For a few awkward minutes, Mr. Schue attempted to create a conversation but nobody really seemed to be in the mood for talking. Rubbing at the back of his neck, Mr. Schue once again checked that everybody was ok before making his excuses to leave.

What the hell happened in here? Puck wondered to himself.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Rachel commented with a sigh and the others looked to her in confusion.

"Who are you talking to?" Finn asked.

"I was answering Puck," Rachel replied.

"I didn't say anything," Puck stated. At least not out loud, he thought watching Rachel very carefully. She opened her mouth as though to respond but snapped it shut very quickly looking rather pale. Rachel, can you hear me? Puck asked in his head but Rachel made no acknowledgement of having heard his thoughts. He then passed his gaze over the others. Tina was sitting on a chair wearing Kurt's sunglasses to shield her eyes from the light. Artie had his glasses off and seemed to be deep in thought. Mercedes was now stood by the window, the dull grey weather outside matching the forlorn expression on her face. He then looked to Kurt and stared at the boy so hard that for a few seconds he couldn't see Kurt at all. He rubbed his eyes quickly and shook his head. "What happened in here?"

"Something really messed up," Artie answered.

"The important thing is that we're all ok," Kurt commented.

"I'm getting a headache," Rachel complained rubbing at her temples.

"Maybe you should lie down," Finn suggested.

"Um, hello," Puck interrupted impatiently. "I asked you guys a question. What the hell happened?"

"I… I'm n-n-not sure," Tina said meekly.

"We couldn't open the damn door," Mercedes spoke up and Puck looked to where she stood by the window. "Then the lights went out," she said, the sky outside darkening as she spoke. "Then there was a weird crackling noise," the wind howled outside the window. "Then I saw a spark of light, just for a moment." Lightening struck in the sky, making Mercedes jump.

"Then what happened?" Finn asked.

"Then there was more light," Artie said.

"Blue light," Rachel recalled.

"I t-think we all got hi-t by it," Tina said.

"What do you mean a blue light?" Finn asked.

"Well, it was kind of like…" Rachel searched for a way to explain.

"It was kind of like this," Artie commented and they all looked to him to see shocks of blue light sparking from his fingertips.

"Oh my," Rachel gasped backing away a few steps.

"Everybody just stay calm," Kurt advised stepping closer to Artie.

"Don't get too close," Puck warned taking hold of Kurt's arm.

The electric blue light sizzling in Artie's hands ceased and Kurt pulled out of Puck's grip to step closer and examine Artie's hands.

"Did it hurt at all?" Kurt asked seeing that Artie's hands looked perfectly normal; not burnt as Kurt had been expecting.

"I didn't feel a thing," Artie answered.

"This is too weird," Rachel said.

"S-should we tell the n-nurse?" Tina asked.

"No," Artie, Puck and Kurt said immediately.

"We keep this to ourselves," Kurt said. "Look out for signs of anything out of the ordinary. The five of us were hit by that blue light. If something unusual is happening to Artie then the rest of us will probably experience peculiarities too."

"Looks like you guys are dealing with a little more than cuts and bruises," Puck commented.

"You don't say," Mercedes replied in a shaky voice and the others looked to where her hand was resting on the window pane, the glass covered in frost she had unwillingly created. She pulled her hand away then stepped closer to the rest of the group. "We have to keep this a secret, especially from grown-ups. People would freak out."

The door opened and Rachel's dads stepped inside. They instantly began fussing over her, asking what had happened and if she was ok. She offered assurances that she was fine and claimed she just needed to rest. Arms around her, Mr. and Mr. Berry guided her out.

Remember, don't say anything, Puck thought and Rachel looked back at him over her shoulder and gave a subtle nod. She definitely heard me.

To Be Continued…

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