Not what it seems in Lima

Pain

AN: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS ASIDE FROM MY OC JONATHAN AND ELIJAH IN LATER CHAPTERS. I DON'T WRITE THIS FOR PROFIT BUT STRICTLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT FOR FANS.

As always guys Enjoy!!

Ps: Michael Ealy Is the face claim chosen for Jonathan. Any ideas for her father? Comment/ Review most chosen wins.

Rachels Pov

I walk out of the locker room after taking a quick shower the hot shower having calmed my nerves. Bumping into someone outside I reach my hand out to catch them as they start to fall backward. Looking at them I realize I've walked into Brittany. Gulping I help her stand up straight before speaking. "Are you ok? I wasn't watching where I was going" She smiles brightly but I can still notice the confusion lingering in her eyes. "I'm fine Rachel, are you? We tried to talk to you after practice but you ran off as soon as it ended." I subtly clench my fist at her question but stop when I feel the headphones I had grabbed a break in my hands. She glances down at them before looking back at me. "I'm fine Brittany I just don't like being sweaty" I lie knowing I had not broken a sweat the entire practice.

She cocks her head to the side and frowns briefly "Mhm, Right If you say so, Rachel, Sometimes in trying to convince ourselves we are fine is when we realize things are most not." Her words puzzle me in their vagueness before she smiles at me again the moment seemingly gone. "Well, I'm sure you look just as hot and sweaty as you do normally. Next time stick around ok? We could totes shower together" She smiles a slight devilish flirty smile before flouncing away her skirt bouncing as she goes. Glancing at her as she does I smirk envisioning that scenario for a moment before shaking the whole moment off and walking to my locker as students huddle through the hallway chattering as they do. Opening my locker I flinch in pain slightly when someone behind me slams their locker close. The sound seemed to echo in my head. Growling I grab my books. Taking my jet black leather jacket out and putting it on over my cheerios top and slipping on my gloves I close my locker. Turning around to walk to class I freeze in my steps slightly.

Standing in front of me is Shelby, she looks nervous but smiles at me nonetheless. Arching my eyebrow at her I scoff softly before walking around her. I can hear her sigh behind me before whispering underneath her breath, "Rachel please I need to talk to you" I turn back around and walk towards her feeling my head throb in low pain in the front of my skull as I clench my jaw and fist tightly. Standing inches away from her I stare into her eyes fury burning in my soul, "I can't believe you didn't tell me! I had to find out the truth or whatever this has been from a stranger! You were too much of a coward to face me yourself. So no Shelby, we don't have to talk. In fact, I don't have anything to say to you. I don't know what you want from me or what you expected me to do with the information Johnathan told me but as far as I'm concerned I'm perfectly fine with pretending none of this or you existed."

I can feel my body heating up as I speak and a glance down at my hands shows them engulfed in flames. I breathe deeply through my nose trying to get it to disappear. Shelby looks down at my hands before grabbing them the flames not seeming to hurt her as her own hands glow a light blue color quickly before my hands return to normal. She lets my hands go before speaking "This is exactly why we need to talk Rachel, I know you're upset but your powers are new to you, Without control, you could hurt someone or expose yourself. Or worse hurt yourself, let me help you." Processing her words I pause for a second before letting out a sigh and turning to walk away. "I don't want these if you are so worried you'll find a way to get rid of them," I say over my shoulder.

I ignore her attempts to get me to come back and continue walking to math. Stepping into the classroom I head to the back of the class to avoid attention. As the bell rings I breathe in deeply trying to focus on the sound of my own breathing than the bell. My classmates roll in and the teacher starts to talk. I was zoning her out as she does, rubbing my right temple softly feeling a slight headache come on probably due to stress. Hours passed and I finally got through my classes without problems. I grimace when I realize it's time for glee club. Walking into the choir room I'm instantly bombarded with questions on my new Cheerio status. Sighing I sit down in the back of the bleachers as my teammates turn towards me ignoring Mr. Shue entirely.

"Looking Hot Jew babe, I've had this fantasy before," Puck says moving to sit in front of me backward in his chair. Feigning disgust at him while he wiggles his eyebrows before smiling. He Laughs as he holds his fist out, bumping mine against his carelessly and feeling regret when he winces from the impact. He shakes his hand out and chuckles, "Been working out Rachel?" Letting out a hesitant laugh in response as Kurt speaks up from the first row. "I have to say I'm loving the new Rachel, first the new outfits, the calm personality, standing up to Karofsky, and now this? What happened to you?" Shifting in my seat at another person asking me that I say "I just decided I needed a change, new year, new me" Glancing around everyone seems to be waiting for a more in-depth answer, locking eyes with Brittany I notice she is staring at me intensely with confusion and a hint of something I can't name in her eyes.

Suddenly Mr. Shue speaks up and everyone turns back around in silence. Breathing a sigh of relief I lean back in the chair. Suddenly I hear a high-pitched sound in my ears, I furrow my eyebrows and look to see everyone else unbothered. The sound turns into a higher ring and I rub my ear trying not to bring attention to myself as it goes up in pitch. I stand to walk out when it gets worse, dropping to my knees and groaning out loud suddenly in pain. Everyone was startled and looks toward me. Their faces start to blur before my eyes as the pain takes over. Feeling something wet on my hands I look and see blood dripping from my fingers. The intense ringing stops and my head throbs harshly as if I had been hit over the head with a baseball bat. My eyes roll back in my head slightly my stomach lurches making me feel sick. I feel hands on my arms trying to pull me up from the curled-up position I had gotten into. A blurry person kneels in front of me their mouth moving in what seems in slow motion. Blinking I force my eyes to focus momentarily as Shelby comes into my line of sight. Letting out a whimper I give into the pain eyes meeting darkness.