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Chapter 10 – All the Things They Said

Arriving at McKinley High, Artie strutted through the school halls with his backpack slung on his shoulder.

"Hey Artie," a pretty girl greeted and he nodded to her in acknowledgement.

"Hi Artie, we have Math class together," another girl said. "I was hoping you could sit with me today. I'm getting a little behind and I'd really appreciate your help," she said suggestively.

"Thanks but I sit with Tina in Math class," Artie replied before continuing on to his locker, receiving greetings and flirtations from a few other girls. After stopping at his locker and getting what he needed, he spied Rachel a little further down at her locker. He was just making his way over to her when Azimio knocked the girl's books out of her hands, laughing as he did so. "Hey, leave her alone," Artie told him darkly.

"Or what?" Azimio challenged.

"Artie, don't," Rachel warned pleadingly hearing the boy's thoughts.

"Or… this," Artie said calmly before punching Azimio in the nose.

"Ah, fuck!" Azimio swore before swinging his arm to punch back but Artie blocked the attack.

"And… this," Artie said landing a blow to Azimio's stomach. The two boys grappled with one another until Artie gained the upper-hand and shoved Azimio up against the wall, a slight tremor going through the bulky boy's body as a small shock of electricity shot through him. "Bother her again and I'll really fuck you up," Artie promised before letting him go, stepping away, then grabbing the slushie out of an observers hand and throwing it in Azimio's face. "You ok?" he asked Rachel turning his back on a humiliated Azimio and bending down to pick the girl's books up.

"I'm fine," Rachel nodded taking her books. "And it may be a little corny to gush 'Artie, you're my hero' but those words do seem appropriate. But Artie, I also think I need to say you shouldn't have done that."

"Well he shouldn't have been picking on you," Artie replied. "Come on, I'll walk you to class," he smiled at her settling an arm around her waist. "New clothes?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah," Rachel answered. "I went shopping after school yesterday. One of the shop assistants was gay, he was kind of like Kurt actually but a little taller and older. Anyway, he was really nice to me and he really helped me out."

"You look good," Artie complimented and Rachel grinned as wide as a Cheshire cat.

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Sitting at the back of the classroom in French class, Kurt had a whispered conversation with Mercedes all about Puck.

"You didn't talk to him at all this morning?" Mercedes asked in surprise.

"No," Kurt answered. "I woke up with his erection pressing in to me," he said and Mercedes couldn't help but giggle. "I got out the bed and got ready quicker than I ever have done before. I didn't even take the time to go through my morning skin-care routine. I just left for school before he was fully awake."

"Damn, I just hope your dad didn't find him," Mercedes commented.

"He didn't," Kurt replied confidently. "If my dad had bumped into him my phone would have at least one missed call but there's nothing so Puck obviously sneaked out without any problem."

"Or maybe he's still there," Mercedes suggested with a laugh. "I haven't seen him round campus today."

"Don't even joke about things like that," Kurt groaned.

"Have you given any more thought to what we talked about last night?" Mercedes asked.

"Do you mean dating him?" Kurt questioned and she nodded. "Just don't go there, 'Cedes. That isn't even an option."

"Kurt, come on, you shouldn't rule it out," Mercedes said.

"I just… even if he is in to me, which he definitely is not no matter what you and Tina say," Kurt replied. "He isn't my type."

"Oh please," Mercedes rolled her eyes and her nostrils flared a little. "Puck is everybody's type. He's hot and he has the whole bad boy thing going on and that's always sexy and stuff."

"Well I disagree," Kurt insisted. "I would much prefer a well-groomed, well-dressed dapper gentleman than some bad boy with poor fashion sense and a mohawk thank you very much."

Getting an idea, Mercedes took out her phone and typed out a text to Tina telling the girl they had to take Puck shopping and give him a make-over to impress Kurt. Tina replied instantly with her love for the idea and said she would tell Puck the good news.

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"Hey, Noah Puckerman," Tina greeted curling her fingers around Puck's bicep.

"Hey, Vampire Babe," Puck returned. "Check you out," he remarked approvingly taking note of her black top that showed a considerable amount of cleavage.

"You're coming to the Mall after school today," Tina informed him.

"What, no I'm not," Puck replied.

"Oh yes you are," Tina told him in a no nonsense tone pushing him up against the wall. "Mercedes and I are taking you shopping."

"But I hate shopping," Puck argued. "And stop looking at my neck," he pouted covering his neck with his hands.

"I'm not looking at your neck," Tina rolled her dark eyes.

"Oh please, you were so looking at my neck," Puck insisted. "I know I'm biteable but I'm not about to become your biting bitch boy like Mike Chang."

"Of course not," Tina agreed in amusement. "Because Mercedes and I are giving you a make-over so that you can become Kurt's little bitch boy. Meet us in the parking lot after school," Tina instructed. "Don't be late," she warned him before leaning in and inhaling his scent before darting her tongue out to lick up his neck before speedily taking off down the hall.

"I think I liked her better when she stuttered," Puck mumbled.

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In Gym class, Artie was doing some stretches out on the field when Finn came up beside him.

"Hey man," Finn said.

"Hey," Artie nodded.

"Warm up with me," Finn requested grabbing a football and walking a short distance away from Artie and throwing the ball to him.

Easily catching it, Artie threw the ball back, suspecting that Finn wanted to have a conversation of sorts.

"I heard about what happened with Azimio this morning," Finn said.

"Right, of course you did," Artie rolled his eyes tossing the ball back to Finn. "So let me guess, you've come to give me another lecture. With great power comes great responsibility, don't be a super-villain, blah, blah, blah."

"You know that I'm right, dude," Finn claimed. "And I don't want you spending so much time around Rachel either. She's not safe with you right now. I'm not sure anybody is until you get control of yourself."

"Rachel's a big girl, she can make her own decisions," Artie stated. "If she wants to hang with me then she can hang with me. I'm not ashamed to be seen with her," he said pointedly.

"What's the supposed to mean?" Finn asked.

"You know what it means," Artie replied passing the ball to him.

"Look, Rachel's not like other girls, she's special," Finn said throwing the ball back to Artie, deliberately trying to make it more difficult to catch but he still caught it with an annoying amount of ease. "I won't have you taking advantage of her."

"I'm not taking advantage of her," Artie retorted, clutching the ball tight in his hands as he tried to reign in the sparks of blue electric that were starting to pop from his fingertips. Soon enough, the air smelt like burnt rubber and the football was entirely useless. Dropping the ruined football at his feet, Artie balled his hands into fists and looked down at the blades of grass as he tried to master his temper. "Rachel's my friend, Finn. I was friends with her long before you came into the picture. I'm also not the one who's been leading her on. Just pay attention to your own girlfriend Finn. I'll take care of Rachel."

Finn stalked towards Artie and closed the gap between them.

"If you touch Rachel and hurt her with that blue stuff I will kill you," Finn threatened.

"Kill me?" Artie asked with a dark chuckle. "Well who's sounding like a super-villain now?"

"Hudson, Abrams," Coach Tanaka barked out. "You ladies can make-out on your own time. Right now I want you running laps, move it," he ordered blowing his whistle to make his point.

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Lunch time in the cafeteria was never a great experience for Rachel. People would cut in front of her in the lunch line. Sometimes people threw food at her and if her team mates from Glee Club weren't around she usually ended up sitting alone. But now that she could hear people's thoughts, the school cafeteria was a dreadful place to be. It was always noisy anyway, but adding the sounds of people's thoughts on top of the regular noise gave Rachel a massive headache.

She collected her lunch and unable to find anyone from Glee Club she sat at a table alone and placed her tray of food on the table before dropping her head to rest in her hands, massaging at her temples.

"It's so loud," she whispered to herself. The students all around her were laughing and joking loudly, their different thoughts about their worries, insecurities, homework, sex, home life all cluttered around Rachel's brain. "Oh shut up," Rachel groaned reaching for her water bottle and taking a long gulp.

She had barely eaten half a sandwich before deciding it was just too much and that she needed to get out of there. Her head was pounding and she felt dizzy. As she made her way out it seemed like she bumped into someone with every step.

"Watch where you're going, loser," one snapped.

"Sorry," Rachel apologised before stumbling into somebody else. It felt like she was suffocating and she could feel tears springing to her eyes. "I can't… I can't breathe," she said in a panicked tone but nobody was paying her any attention.

She continued struggling to get out, not even sure where the exit was anymore.

'I got you,' she heard, unsure if it was spoken words or thoughts.

Either way, she was grateful for the supporting arm around her as she was led away from the deafening noise in the cafeteria.

"Rachel, can you hear me?" Matt asked in a quiet tone once he'd got Rachel outside and helped her to sit on the bleachers.

"Matt," Rachel sighed in relief, accepting the water he offered to her as well as an aspirin. She popped the tablet in her mouth and gulped some water to swallow it down, hoping it would soothe her headache. "Thank you," Rachel said gratefully as the boy sat beside her. "It was just getting too much for me in there," she explained. "So many people, so many thoughts. It was just too loud."

She rested her head in her hands, massaging at her temples again, thankful that Matt was a boy of few thoughts as well as few words. She really needed some peace and quiet.

"Honestly, I don't think I ever realised just how loud things were in there," Rachel said. "I've always been so concerned about myself and achieving my own goals of stardom that I never even stopped to think how other people feel or why they behave the way they do. I just automatically assumed I was better than all of them and that my life, my opinions and my dreams were more important. But there's a lot going on, so much more than I would have ever thought possible. Everybody in that school has fears and problems and there's so much hate and negativity," she sighed. "I used to think the most devastating thing that could possibly happen in Lima would be for me not to get a solo. Singing solo's seems pretty insignificant when you have everybody else's problems invading your head. Quinn's pregnant with your baby. Mr. Schue's marriage is breaking down. Bernadette on the Cheerio's makes herself throw up after every meal. I can't even tell you the reason behind Stoner Brett's drug addiction because it's just too sad and awful," she began to sob. "Dave Karofsky's a closet case. Charlotte Willis is dating a college boy who's been pressuring her for sex and he's taking her to a frat party this weekend and she's not ready to have sex, she's not, I know she's not but she's going to do it anyway," she cried. "And Jack Brendon's mum has cancer," she sniffed.

"Ssh, ssh," Matt soothed. "Don't think about it," he whispered. "Just breathe," he told her calmly when it looked like she might start hyperventilating.

"Why," Rachel gulped. "Why don't you speak very much? Or think very much? Why are you so quiet, Matt?"

"You don't want to know," Matt whispered back as he brushed some tears from her face. "You should stay here," he advised. "Clear your head."

"No," Rachel objected standing up. "No, I can't miss any more lessons."

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In Math class, Artie dropped into his usual seat beside Tina, his eyes glancing down to the cleavage she had on display before he coughed awkwardly and set down his books.

"Here you go, Queen T," a nervous high voice squeaked drawing Artie's attention.

"Thank you, Dotty, that will be all," Tina said once the girl had set Tina's books on the desk for her. "I got myself an assistant," Tina explained when Artie cocked his head to the size in puzzlement.

"I'm not even going to comment on that," Artie replied. "Why don't we talk about you biting Mike, drinking some of his blood and then making-out with him?"

"Jealous?" Tina smirked.

"Not jealous," Artie told her. "But I am hurt."

Tina placed her hand in Artie's hair and lightly dug her nails into his scalp as she pulled his head towards her and nibbled on the lobe of his ear. Her sharp teeth pierced the skin and her tongue swiped out to gather the bead of blood.

"Mmm," she moaned into his ear. "If you want me to bite you, Artie, you just have to ask. I bet you taste good," she whispered. "And I am so thirsty," she near whined.

"Ok, there will be no biting," he told her, sending an electric jolt through her hand as he batted it away. Luckily, the electric only gave Tina a minor ticklish sensation rather than the spasms of pain it would have given to anybody else. "From now on you need to go on a vegetarian diet, do you understand me?"

"I don't have to do what you say," Tina retorted.

"No, you don't," Artie sighed. "But you're going to listen to me and be a good little vampire anyway."

"Bored now," Tina drawled.

"Just don't bite Mike again," Artie said. "Or anybody else," he added. "Drinking people's blood is just gross."

"You're just being racist," Tina remarked. "But don't worry. I'll be a good little vampire. No more biting. Next time I see Mike I'll just go straight for the hot make-out session."

They spent the remainder of the lesson sitting in a deadly cold silence, occasionally shooting a glare at each other.

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Turning a corner, Kurt spied Karofsky bumbling through the hall. He groaned before turning to walk the other way. Down the other end of the corridor he saw a trio of jocks who would relish the opportunity to bully him if they saw him. Glancing down, Kurt willed himself to turn invisible but his body stubbornly remained in full view.

"Come on, work with me here," Kurt muttered under his breath. He looked from left to right. The bullies hadn't seen him just yet but it wouldn't be long. "Please," Kurt begged to himself hoping to disappear from sight but it just wouldn't happen. "Fine," Kurt huffed and he daringly passed through the wall instead. He decided to hide out in the empty classroom for a few minutes to give Karofsky and the others time to pass by.

"Dude," Puck called out bursting through the classroom door, kicking it shut behind him. "What are you playing at? Anyone could have seen you walk through that wall."

"Did anyone see?" Kurt asked with a sigh.

"Nah, just me," Puck replied. "Luckily I was the only one watching. You need to be more careful, man. I know you don't have control of the invisibility thing but you can avoid people seeing you walk through walls by staying away from the walls and, you know, not walking through them."

"I just needed to hide alright," Kurt told him. "I tried to make myself invisible but it wasn't working so I took a chance and walked through the wall. Nobody saw but you so can we please not make an issue out of it?"

"Why were you hiding?" Puck asked. "Tell me who's bothering you, Kurt. Give me names and I'll treat them to a world of pain."

"Is that what you always do to solve your problems?" Kurt quizzed him. "Just beat people up."

"No, not at all," Puck answered. "Sometimes I hit people, sometimes I fuck people. I'm good at it too," he winked.

"I'm sorry I asked," Kurt muttered sitting on the edge of a desk.

"Are we gonna talk about what happened last night?" Puck asked in a matter of fact tone as he sat on the desk opposite Kurt so they were face to face.

"Nothing happened last night," Kurt replied quickly feeling hot under the collar as his mind flashed with memories of Puck masturbating in his bed.

"Dude, come on," Puck groaned. "I put on one hell of a show for you. Don't act like it isn't a big deal, you'll hurt my feelings," he nudged Kurt's leg playfully with his foot. "Be honest, watching me jerk off turned you on, right?"

"Look, Puck, I'd really just prefer if we pretended last night never happened," Kurt said looking down at himself to discover his body was no longer there. "Of course," he snorted. "Now I turn invisible."

"You know what I think?" Puck asked.

"No, I do not know what you think, I'm not Rachel Berry," Kurt answered.

"I'm being serious here," Puck said reaching his hands out to place them on Kurt's upper-thighs. "Um, are we making eye-contact right now?" he asked.

"Sure," Kurt answered as he stared up at the ceiling.

"You're lying," Puck guessed.

"Fine," Kurt sighed bringing his head down. "I'm looking directly in your eyes, happy?"

"I think I get why you mostly turn invisible when you're around me," Puck stated. "It's because we're having intimate moments and you don't know how to handle it so you hide from it by turning invisible."

"Watching you masturbate on my bed does not qualify as an intimate moment," Kurt told him. "If anything it is just an example of how big a pervert you are and it was highly invasive and inappropriate."

"Well what do you expect when you invite a bad boy for a sleepover?" Puck asked with a cheeky grin. "And I'm not talking about the jacking off. We've shared a few intimate moments together. Look at us now," he rubbed his hands on Kurt's upper-thighs. "This is intimate stuff. We hold hands, we actually make conversation and we definitely snuggled last night. Things are changing, Kurt. We're changing and I get that change can be scary sometimes but it can be a good thing."

"Karofsky and his cronies are probably gone by now," Kurt spoke up. "And they can't see me now anyway so I guess it's safe for me to go."

"Stay," Puck requested, moving his hands from Kurt's thighs to his waist.

"Puck, I swear, if you start playing with your penis again I will report you for sexual harassment," Kurt told him.

"Let me do something for you," Puck replied.

"What?" Kurt asked cautiously as Puck's hands travelled up from his invisible waist to cup his invisible face.

"I wanna kiss you," Puck said softly leaning forwards hopefully.

"Why?" Kurt demanded to know.

"I dunno," Puck admitted. "I've just been wanting to kiss you these past few days. Weird, huh? I guess it's kinda ironic that you turning invisible is what made me realise how fucking beautiful you are. So… can I kiss you?"

"No," Kurt answered coldly sounding insulted as he pushed Puck's hands away from him and moved off the desk.

"Kurt, dude, wait, what's the problem?" Puck asked.

"The problem is that I'm Kurt Hummel and you're Noah Puckerman," Kurt retorted. "I used to walk down the halls and you'd be one of the main people I was trying to avoid, somebody who for so long I would have been grateful to be able to get away from by turning invisible or walking through walls. You bullied me, Puck. For years. You may have forgotten about all of that and gotten over it but I haven't."

"How long are you gonna hold that crap against me?" Puck asked. "I'm sorry ok. I was a jerk but that's in the past. I'm learning to be a better man. Besides, don't the bad boy's in the movies always end up getting the girl even though they didn't treat her right to begin with?"

"This isn't a movie," Kurt pointed out. "And I'm not a girl."

"Never said you were," Puck said. "Seriously, what's it gonna take for you to forgive me for the bullying shit?"

"It's not just the bullying, Puck," Kurt sighed.

"Then what is it?" Puck asked. "Is it because you're a virgin? Look, I've fucked lots of virgins, I know what I'm doing, I know how to be gentle. Besides, I'm not asking to fuck you just yet. I was just asking for a kiss."

"You are such a Neanderthal," Kurt groaned.

"Dude, what is your problem?" Puck asked in frustration.

"I've never been kissed before," Kurt said quietly. "I've never even had anyone be interested enough to want to kiss me. Well, apart from Mercedes," he acknowledged. "And here you are, Noah Puckerman, asking to kiss me and what? You expect me to be flattered and jump at the opportunity?"

"Well… yeah, actually," Puck replied. "Nobody turns down Puckersaurus."

"Girls and mums might not turn you down," Kurt nodded. "But this boy does."

"But why?" Puck asked. "I'm hot and you're into dudes. Why wouldn't you want this?"

"I'm more inclined to ask why you would want this," Kurt returned. "I've seen you fool around with just about every girl in this school. Now all of a sudden you're interested in me? A boy who can turn invisible. What was the plan, Puck? Kiss a gay boy who happens to be invisible so that it doesn't have to damage your reputation or mean anything or be real? Despite what you said last night, I am fully accepting of myself and my sexuality. I may not be as sexually experienced as most people our age and I might not be ready to explore that side of myself just yet, but it doesn't have anything to do with my sexuality. It's just a part of my personality. I like… romance. My views on sex would be entirely the same if I was a straight guy, I still wouldn't be ready for such levels of physical intimacy. I also respect myself too much to be your invisible… experimentation."

"That's not what this is about," Puck insisted. "Fuck, I'll wait till you're visible and kiss you in front of the entire school if that's what you want."

"Maybe we should just stay away from each other," Kurt suggested. "I honestly don't know what to think or feel about you right now."

"No way," Puck shook his head. "I am not staying away. I want you Kurt Hummel," Puck declared. "And I will get you. I don't care what it takes. I'm getting that kiss," he claimed confidently.

"I need to go," Kurt said reaching for the classroom door handle, turning visible again as he twisted it and stepped out.

"Hey," Puck caught up to him slinging an arm across his shoulders. "Everybody in this corridor can see us," Puck pointed out in a whisper. "Want me to kiss you now?"

"No," Kurt lowered his eyes shaking his head.

"Fine," Puck sighed in disappointment. "But I'm not giving up," he told him. "I'm gonna keep asking."

"I should probably consider taking out a restraining order," Kurt commented to himself as Puck swaggered away.

"Hey Kurt," Artie greeted cheerfully with a wave. "What's the deal with you and Puck?" he asked curiously.

"I wish I knew," Kurt replied with a roll of his eyes. "So, have you been making any progress on controlling your electricity powers?"

"Not really," Artie answered. "But I'm gonna keep working at it. You should join me and Mercedes for a session, see if you can control your little invisibility trick. Santana and Brittany also suggested that we look into meditation or yoga to see if that might help."

"I do enjoy yoga," Kurt acknowledged. "Or maybe over the weekend we could have a Spa day and be relaxed enough to control all the crazy."

"A Spa day isn't really my thing," Artie said. "Hey Rach," he nodded seeing Rachel come around the corner with Matt at her side.

"Hi," Rachel replied quietly.

"Are you ok?" Artie asked as he and Kurt walked towards Rachel and Matt. Poor girl, she looks so tired, he thought sympathetically.

"I just have a little bit of a headache," Rachel explained.

"Oh right," Artie replied. That makes sense. "Too many voices in that pretty head of yours. Maybe you could use a relaxing Spa day over the weekend."

"Mmm, a Spa day sounds like heaven," Rachel commented.

"Well, there you go, Kurt," Artie said. "How about you and Rachel take a Spa trip this weekend?"

"Mercedes would kill me if she weren't invited also," Kurt stated. "And I guess we could invite all the other girls from Glee too."

"You honestly wouldn't mind going with me?" Rachel asked.

"Not at all," Kurt answered her. Who knows, we might even have fun. "Sure you won't come?" Kurt asked Artie.

"Like I said, not my thing," Artie replied.

"Kurt Hummel, are you fooling around with Puckerman yet?" Tina asked appearing stealthily at Kurt's side and making the boy jump.

"Tina," he complained. "You scared me. And no, I am not fooling around with Puckerman. I am offended you would even ask."

"Boring," Tina drawled. "Listen Artie," she said. "I'm sorry for being such a bitch in Math class and I…"

"Rachel?" Artie asked in concern when the girl let out a whimper as she clutched her head in her hands. "Rach, what is it?"

"Maybe we should take her for some fresh air," Matt suggested.

"Argh!" Rachel screamed out in pain. She fell and Artie caught her in his arms as she writhed and shrieked in agony. "Staircase… Quinn," Rachel managed to yelp between pained screams. "She's falling… the baby," she cried out in panic.

Instantly, Matt was running towards the nearest staircase. In the blink of an eye, Tina raced by him in a blur and reached the staircase in time to safely catch Quinn before she could properly fall.

"Are you ok?" Matt checked when he caught up.

"I'm fine," Quinn answered looking a little confused.

"We'd better check on Rachel," Tina said speedily walking back towards Artie, Kurt and the girl in question.

Quietly, Matt and Quinn followed after her and joined the others in time to see Artie helping Rachel back to her feet.

"What the hell was that about?" Artie asked looking the girl over trying to assess her wellbeing.

"Oh, my head," Rachel murmured.

"The Auditorium's just round the corner," Tina said. "Let's talk in there."

"Here, I got you," Artie assured supporting Rachel's weight and helping her make her way to the Auditorium where he guided her into a seat.

"Rachel, what happened?" Kurt asked.

"My head hurt," Rachel claimed. "And I could see Quinn about to fall down the stairs."

"A vision," Tina concluded and Rachel let out another pained whimper.

"It's ok," Artie soothed her. "Quinn's fine. Tina got to her in time."

"Good," Rachel managed to reply, her head still reeling from the painful vision.

"But what about the baby?" Artie asked. "You said something about a baby. What did you see? Think, Rach, we might still be able to help."

Quinn kept her eyes down, her arms wrapping protectively around her stomach but she didn't say anything. However, the usually quiet Matt did speak up.

"Rachel was talking about Quinn's baby," Matt said.

"Quinn's baby?" Artie repeated in confusion looking to the blonde girl who was firing daggers at Matt with her eyes.

"Wait, Quinn, are you pregnant?" Kurt asked.

"If any of you tell anybody I will…" Quinn didn't complete the threat. She just burst into tears.

"There, there," Tina patted her back awkwardly, unsure how to comfort the girl.

"Um, Quinn?" Kurt asked tentatively. "Does… does Finn know?"

Matt and Rachel shared a look while Quinn looked a little panic-stricken.

"I haven't told him yet," Quinn said. "And I don't want any of you telling him either."

"Of course not," Artie agreed. "It isn't our place. But we're here for you Quinn."

"Do you know what you're going to do?" Kurt asked her and she just shook her head before turning on her heel and walking out of the Auditorium. "Poor Quinn," Kurt sympathised. "How do you think Finn will take it when he learns he's going to be a father?"

"Can you guys please stop thinking so loud?" Rachel asked with a whine, her head still pounding.

"Sorry," Kurt apologised watching Rachel rub at her temples. "I didn't realise I was thinking loud."

"All I can hear you thinking about is Puck," Rachel claimed. "And blood," she added looking to Tina. "Please I just… I just need some quiet time," she pleaded.

She looks so tired… this is driving her insane… I am not thinking about Puck that much… I'm thirsty… she looks like she might pass out… maybe meditation could help… she really doesn't look ok… will she have more visions or was it just a one-off… I'm going to lose everything, Finn, the Cheerio's, my body… Puck masturbated in my bed… she totally looks like she's going to puke.

"Please just stop it!" Rachel cried out desperately before dissolving into tears.

"Hey, ssh, it's ok," Artie told her. "Leave us alone guys," he said to the others and Kurt, Matt and Tina respectfully made their way out.

"Artie, I can't take much more of this," Rachel sniffed.

"Don't worry," Artie assured her. "We're gonna find a way to help you," he whispered kissing the top of her head. "Everything's going to be ok. I won't let anything bad happen to you," he promised.

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