Disclaimer – and here's what you missed on Glee… I still don't own it
Hello again dear readers, and how's the world with you?
Now, it took a bit longer than I hoped (but you know, work, holidays, wedding planning, general life) but I'm finally happy with this chapter.
This is getting to be endgame now. Maybe 1-3 chapters left?
Chapter 39 – Freshmen Girls
Rain was beating down heavily against the window pane, but it wasn't the rhythmic thumping of the weather keeping Quinn awake that night. It was the sound of Rachel's whimpers and cries from the bedroom next door. Never before had the blonde heard the brunette sound in such a bad way.
Slipping out of her bed, Quinn pulled on her dressing-gown and made her way into Rachel's bedroom. She winced in sympathy as she saw her friend thrashing about on the bed, her distorted movements and anguished cries forcing Quinn to think of what she imagined demonic possession to look like. As she crossed the room to stand over Rachel's bed, Quinn felt relieved that the two Berry men were out of the house as Rachel's current state would have certainly been impossible to explain away.
"Rachel," Quinn called softly standing over the girl who was plagued with the sounds of people's thoughts and sights of blurred and confusing visions. "Rach, can you hear me? Wake up," she said reaching a hand out to grip the girl's shoulder. "Rachel, Rachel, its ok, just block it out. Focus on me, its Quinn, listen to me, listen to my voice," she brushed the hair away from Rachel's face, feeling the sheen of sweat beading down her forehead. "Come on, Rachel, I need you to wake up now," Quinn said noting how hot her friend's skin was. "Rachel, please, you have to wake up," Quinn shook her a little more firmly, a desperate tone to her voice.
A shrill scream ripped from Rachel's throat and she kicked her left leg in the air before bringing it down repeatedly on the mattress.
"Oh God," Quinn looked on helplessly, gasping in horror when Rachel started smacking herself around the face and trying to smash her head against the board of the bed. "Stop it, Rachel, stop it!" she called out trying to pin the girl's hands down to prevent her striking herself. "Rachel, wake up, please," Quinn panicked as the Jewish girl continued to shriek and lash around in the bed. "Rachel, please," Quinn whimpered before looking round the room in search of Rachel's cell phone. Locating it, she quickly called Artie and begged him to hurry over before hanging up and once again trying to restrain the girl in the bed.
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On his way over to Rachel's, Artie called Tina and asked her to join him. She caught up to him within a matter of seconds and judging by the satisfied glint in her eye Artie guessed that she had beaten up a bad man or two. Rather than quiz her about it, he simply broke into a run towards the Berry household, knowing Tina could easily keep up with and outrun him.
Arriving at their destination, Artie knocked on the door but there was no answer. He sent a concerned look Tina's way before slipping out his phone to call Quinn but Tina told him not to bother. In one irritatingly impressive movement, Tina jumped up to the second floor window and crawled in before quickly racing down the stairs to open the front door for Artie to enter.
Hurrying up the stairs together, they found Quinn in Rachel's room trying to hold the Jewish girl down as she continued to sob and shriek, still trying to hit and scratch at herself.
"Rachel, its ok, just wake up," Quinn called out to her, looking very distressed by what was happening. "I can't get her to wake up," she told the other two.
"Ok, I know you two aren't going to like this, but it needs to be done," Tina stated before moving quickly around the room and using a few belts and scarves to restrain Rachel to the bed so she couldn't cause herself any injury.
"This is wrong," Artie objected looking down at his girlfriend. "We shouldn't be tying her down like this. She's not some nutcase in a psych ward."
"I knew you wouldn't like it," Tina remarked with a roll of her eyes. "But if she's not restrained she could hurt herself. I know it seems pretty gruesome but it really is for her own good. Now, try and calm her down or wake her up. Then we can untie her."
"I've been trying to wake her for like twenty minutes now, nothing's working," Quinn said. "I don't know what else to do."
"I'll try," Artie moved to the bed and rested one hand on the side of Rachel's face, brushing away a teardrop before lowering his mouth to place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Come on, wake up my girl."
Tossing her head from side to side, Rachel only sobbed more hysterically.
"Ok, ssh, ssh," Artie tried to sooth. "Everything's going to be fine. I won't let anything happen to you. Rach, just wake up for me, sweetheart."
"Maybe we need to call the hospital," Quinn suggested. "Or her dads, or everybody else from Glee Club. We need to do something; we can't just leave her like this. We need to wake her up."
"We'll find a way," Artie insisted.
"What if…" Tina began before folding her arms across her chest and silently dropping her eyes to the floor.
"What if… what?" Artie asked.
"What if we don't need to wake her up," Tina said. "What if she's actually awake?"
"No," Quinn shook her head looking aghast. "She can't be awake, not like this. This is awful, Tina."
"I'm not saying it's a happy scenario," Tina pointed out. "But she could be awake and the thoughts and visions have just taken their toll on her and driven her crazy."
"She is not crazy," Artie snapped. "It's just a nightmare; a really bad nightmare. She will wake up."
"I'll make you two some coffee," Tina offered. "I think this is going to be a long night."
"Maybe we should sing to her," Quinn suggested to Artie. "Rachel loves music. Maybe the power of song will get through to her."
"Yeah, maybe," Artie replied shifting so that he was resting on the bed beside his girlfriend.
Standing back and fiddling with her hair, Quinn looked on as Artie sang to Rachel, his vocals appearing to calm the girl in the bed.
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Plans had been made for Kurt and Puck to have a double date with Mercedes and her new boyfriend Sam. While Puck and Sam bought drinks and popcorn, Kurt and Mercedes queued up to purchase their tickets.
"Did you hear about Rachel?" Mercedes asked and Kurt shook his head no. "Damn, its bad white boy," she informed him. "T says she's getting worse."
"So what happened?" Kurt replied.
"She was screaming and kicking in her bed, scratching and smacking at herself," Mercedes explained and Kurt winced. "Quinn couldn't calm her down so she called Artie and he went over with Tina. They had to tie her down and sing to her before she would calm down."
"Poor Rachel," Kurt sighed. "This whole thing really is hurting her. Far worse than any of us realised. I'd say she deserves a Tony for the acting performance she's been putting on all this time. We all knew she was having headaches and fainting occasionally but it sounds like she's been acting twenty-four-seven to hide the worst from us."
"Just think," Mercedes said. "If Quinn hadn't moved in with the Berry's we probably still wouldn't know how bad it is for her."
"We need to figure this all out and get rid of these powers," Kurt insisted. "I don't mean to sound overdramatic but I don't think Rachel can last much longer."
"We'll figure it out," Mercedes said confidently offering a smile to the cinema employee as she handed over money for the cinema tickets. "I know sitting around in the Choir Room didn't solve anything, but I still think the Choir Room is the key. But I'm starting to think maybe it needs all five of us in there for something to work."
"Maybe," Kurt mused. "I guess we should talk to Artie and Tina about it on Monday."
"They didn't really seem like they wanted to risk losing their powers," Mercedes pointed out. "And fair enough, I get why. But I think you're right. Rachel can't last much longer. There's only so much pain and suffering a girl can take."
"Artie cares about Rachel," Kurt stated. "He'll understand how important this is. I'm sure he'll do what it takes to help her. So will Tina. I know she wants to keep her strength and carry on being the ultimate badass, but she has a true and caring heart under the hostile attitude. They'll help us do the right thing, I know they will."
"Yeah, I just wish we knew what the right thing was," Mercedes replied before abruptly changing the conversation topic to leopard-print clothing as Sam came within earshot along with Puck.
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As they sat in the movie theatre, Puck released a fake yawn and stretched his arms upwards before settling one around his boyfriend's shoulders.
"Really?" Kurt asked with a quirked eyebrow in response to the cliché move.
"Oh you love it," Puck responded reaching with his other hand to grab some popcorn.
Rolling his eyes, Kurt turned his eyes to the screen, noticing that Mercedes and Sam were holding hands as they fed each other single pieces of popcorn.
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After the movie, the two couples all piled into Kurt's car, Mercedes claiming the front passenger seat for herself before Puck had a chance to beat her to it. Kurt stopped to drop Mercedes off at home first and Sam stepped out of the car to open the door for her and walk her up her drive.
"Isn't he such a gentleman?" Kurt gushed to Puck.
"I dunno," Puck shrugged. "Usually a guy only walks a girl to the door because he's looking for some action."
"Do you think he'll kiss her goodbye?" Kurt asked, eagerly watching the interaction and hoping to witness a romantic scene.
"Probably," Puck answered. "They've been dating a few weeks now, it's not like they haven't had make-out sessions before."
"There, there," Kurt said pointing excitedly. "He's kissing her."
"You don't get this excited when I kiss you," Puck accused with a pout.
"Noah, I get excited in an entirely different way when you kiss me, Sweet Kitten," Kurt told him. "So you can get rid of that pout because it doesn't suit your outfit," he leaned over the car seat to leave a quick kiss on the bad boy's lips.
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Once Kurt had driven Sam home, he headed for Puck's house and parked up outside. The two boys made their way inside and were happy to discover that they had the house to themselves.
"You thinking what I'm thinking, baby?" Puck asked invading Kurt's personal space and firmly grabbing the boy's rear.
"Well I don't know about you," Kurt said as he began unbuttoning Puck's charcoal grey shirt. "But my thoughts have us upstairs, naked and making an obscene amount of noise."
Puck smirked before greedily attacking Kurt's mouth and then leading him up to his bedroom. The door had barely been closed yet Puck was already naked, his cock standing proudly against his stomach and just begging to be touched. A still-dressed Kurt settled his hands on Puck's hips and dropped to his knees to press a barely-there kiss to Puck's cock before spreading his lips to take a more generous amount into his mouth. Fisting a hand into Kurt's hair, Puck released a groan and let his eyelids droop shut as he enjoyed the attention, too busy enjoying the moment to complain about the fact his boyfriend still had clothes on.
A whimper escaped Puck's throat as he lost the feel of Kurt's mouth. Opening his eyes, he watched the other boy stand and carefully strip off his clothing, somehow managing to drop his outfit into a neat pile on the floor. The ivory-skinned boy offered a coy smile before turning on his heel and sashaying his hips as he walked to the bed and crawled on to position himself at the headboard. Legs spread shamelessly he crooked a finger signalling for Puck to approach. The muscular boy moved so fast he practically fell onto the bed and he accidentally cut Kurt's lip with his tooth in his haste to kiss him.
"Sorry," Puck apologised distractedly running his hands all over Kurt's body as he continued kissing the other boy, soon trailing his lips down to mark up his neck and then lower still to suckle a nipple.
"Get the lube, Noah," Kurt commanded and Puck hastily reached across to his nightstand to grab the near-empty bottle. "Mmm, bit slower," Kurt instructed in response to Puck penetrating him with two fingers.
As requested, Puck slowed down, taking the time to drop kisses to every part of Kurt's skin he could reach.
"I'm ready," Kurt said after a while and Puck snatched up a condom and slipped it onto his cock before easing himself into Kurt's body.
Once Kurt became used to the feel of Puck inside of him, he stretched his legs up so that his body was practically bent in half with his knees by his ears. Puck sped up his movements, knowing the position made Kurt moan obscenely loud, so much so that his mother had received complaints from the neighbours before.
"Oh, Noah, fuck!" Kurt cried and Puck gave him a messy kiss before pulling out and guiding Kurt onto his hands and knees.
As Puck took him from behind, Kurt gripped his hands on the headboard. With every thrust, the bed rocked and Kurt's knuckles smashed against the wall but he was too lost in pleasure and passion for the pain to bother him.
"Noah, Noah, Noah," Kurt chanted his release before letting his hands drop from the headboard and falling down on the mattress, content to let Puck simply pound into him.
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On Monday, Artie and Tina agreed to join Kurt, Mercedes and Rachel in the Choir Room at lunch time. The group of five sat cross-legged together on the floor, Rachel resting her head on Artie's shoulder as her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her.
"Should we try and do something or do we just sit here?" Tina asked.
"I don't know," Mercedes replied, making the effort to whisper in an attempt not to aggravate Rachel's permanent headache. "I honestly don't know what we could even try."
A pained whimper slipped from Rachel's mouth and she turned to bury her face into Artie's neck.
"It'll be ok," Artie assured her, holding her close.
Mercedes looked away in discomfort as Rachel failed to stifle more pained noises. Kurt made eye-contact with Tina, both of them feeling concerned yet helpless as the brunette Cheerio clutched at her head.
"Who are you?" Rachel asked and the other four shared a concerned look. "What do you want from me?" she practically shouted.
"Rachel, just be calm," Artie soothed but the girl had pulled away from him and started bashing her head on the floor. "Whoa, Rach, stop it, stop that. Tina," he called and in an instant the Goth was there to help him restrain his girlfriend from trying to hurt herself.
"I don't understand what you want," Rachel complained as she fought against Artie and Tina's hold on her. "Tell me who you are, tell me what you need," she called desperately to the blurry image of the girl in her vision. She was sure it was the same blurred girl from the same unfocused vision she's been having since the previous week. She just couldn't make out who the girl was or what was going to happen. "Who are you?" she asked again. "I can help you. Let me help. Who are you?"
"This is too much," Mercedes said in a hushed tone. "We can't deal with this. We're just kids."
"Singing calmed her down last time," Tina reminded Artie. "Sing to her again."
"We need to get her to a hospital," Mercedes whispered.
"No hospitals," Artie said forcefully.
"Maybe they can help her," Mercedes replied quietly.
"'Cedes, she looks crazy," Tina stated bluntly. "If anybody else sees her like this she'll be locked up on a Psyche Ward."
"Argh!" Rachel screamed out as a new and more distinct vision burned behind her irises. "Cafeteria… Becky Jackson… freshmen girls… throwing food at her… laughing… crying… knife, knife!"
"Go," Artie told Tina and she raced from the room, reaching Becky Jackson in time to stop her from attacking one of her tormentors with the sharp knife she had stolen from the lunch lady.
To Be Continued…
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