Will The Real Rachel Berry Please Stand Up?

17

Rachel was rushing along the corridor as fast as she could after being delayed by a slightly irritated Ms. Cross suggesting she should change seats as "that Quinn Fabray was proving quite a distraction." Rachel had thanked her for her concern, pointed out her grades were unchanged and then excused herself. Quinn probably thought she was annoyed with her over the Finn pamphlet hence her tardiness when really all she wanted to do was discuss her lunchtime performance in the auditorium in the hope... She suddenly realised that all the corridors she had walked along were deserted and this began to worry her - where was everybody?

Rachel was unaware that she had missed Finn leading the non-Glee members of the football team, armed with two slushies apiece, towards where both Quinn and Rachel's lockers were. Suspecting another salvo in the Finn-Quinn battle, students were following in the wake of the football team and texting friends to join them. When the football team and audience rounded the corner to where Quinn was standing by her locker, she felt a rush of fear at the sheer numbers heading towards her. So, strangely, she felt relief when the first slushy hit her and she realised that only the football team was attacking her and not the entire student body. She pulled her files into her body, squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tried not to gasp at the shock of the cold ice hitting her skin - after all she didn't want to swallow any of it. Quinn kept chanting in her head 'be glad Rachel's not here' as slushy after slushy was thrown at her. She began to wonder whether she'd be able to rival Rachel's slushy total after this. Around her the students had become silent, shocked by how wrong this all seemed. How many footballers against one passive defenceless girl? Quinn had decided a silent stoicism was her best response and she pictured Rachel singing, just for her, to stop herself crying. Finally the onslaught slowed down and she was aware of someone standing next to her. Finn pulled Quinn's shirt away from her back and emptied the slushy cup into the gap. He placed the gold star decorated paper cup on her head.

"I think cherry might be you colour," he said patting one of Quinns cheeks and then he swaggered to the doorway,

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let me present for your viewing pleasure - the school's newest loser - Quinn Fabray."

His enjoyment of his triumph was short lived. Rachel had just turned the corner nearest to where Finn was headed, in time to hear his triumphant crowing. A quick sweep of the corridor was enough for to figure out what was happening and her anger levels grew exponentially as she took in the sight of an unmoving, completely slushy covered figure, that she assumed was Quinn. Incandescent with fury and outrage, she stormed towards Quinn her route taking her past a smug Finn. She paused briefly only to knee him as hard as she could in the crotch feeling a surge of pleasure as he collapsed in a groaning heap. All those years of dancing and stretching had given her the strength and flexibility to do some harm. Finn's treatment of Quinn had given her the motivation.

"I'm amazed I hit anything vital given the small size of the target I was aiming at" she growled on passing him. She glared at remaining football players, they would later claim that her eyes were gleaming manically.

" Anyone else need a lesson in manners? I have studied an extensive range of self-defence and martial arts courses and gained an impressive collection of black belts and trophies. I've just always lacked the incentive to try my skills out on others less able than myself but, believe me, I'm ready now" Rachel's voice carried clearly in the hallway, a tone of malevelance apparent to all.

She grabbed a hockey stick from a nearby student and assumed a menacing pose. She then began a series of complicated manouvers that involved the hockey stick whistling through the air as she leapt and twirled, always landing feet apart and seemingly poised for combat. It was an amazing combination of graceful and terrifying. The remaining footballers were mesmerised by the movement of the hockey stick, various expressions of horror and fear on their faces. Rachel took a pace towards them and they began pushing each other towards her in a bid to gain some distance from her.