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Take a step Back	By : DBAngel0322 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 6035 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own glee or any of the characters that appear in this story. There is no money earned from writing, this is purely for enjoyment purposes

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It was Friday. Rachel just wanted to get through the day. Yesterday was emotional. First having her glee club members complete disregard her genuine act of kindness, Finn included. Talking to Quinn about how no one would care if she were gone; followed by a heart to heart with Kurt. The small diva was drained before she even reached her locker. She just finished putting everything inside and closed the door. Then…Splash. Before Rachel had time to recover, another cold icy beverage was thrown in her face.
"Ho, ho, ho, loser," Azimio said to Rachel's face. He didn't even keep walking like he normally did after giving a slushy. Instead he just stood there and gave Karofsky a high five laughing at their victory.
Rachel removed the slushy that covered her eyes, flinging it on the floor. She looked at the two boys, she had enough. She wasn't going to cry, and she was not going to get even by throwing slushy back at them. She was going to use something they were clearly lacking…Her intelligence. "Wow Azimio. That was so original. Bravo," the diva clapped her hands.
The two boys stopped laughing looking at the small girl in disbelief and confusion.
Rachel stopped clapping. She pointed at the jock. "You know Azimio. I find it very interesting that you seem to get off on throwing slushies at myself, as well as the rest of the glee club members especially the girls…" Rachel paused for dramatic effect. She placed her finger to her lips before continuing. "This makes one wonder. Why would a football jock, supposed star, get his rocks off by bullying small helpless girls such as myself. One theory you get treated like shit at home…" Rachel paused again before waving her hand, "No that can't be it. You feel threatened by powerful women…"
The dark football player clenched his jaw at the comment. Rachel noticed his reaction; she knew she was hitting a nerve.
"Ah now we are getting somewhere," she teased. "You feel threatened by powerful woman. A woman that can stand on her own and doesn't need a man. So when a man feels less powerful than his woman or any woman. He may try to overcompensate. We tend to see this with guys who buy those long muscle cars. And we know what they say about those men." Rachel held up her pinky finger to indicate what she was referring to.
Rachel was so caught up in getting back at the boys she hadn't noticed the crowd that formed around them. She finally noticed when she heard the crowd laugh at the comment, including Karofsky. Azimio hit his friend to make him stop. Karofsky's reaction made Rachel turn to him.
"Don't think I've forgotten about you Karofsky." Rachel spat. The jock immediately stopped laughing and stared at the diva. "Let's see, you don't get your rocks off like Azimio does on making woman feel like shit. You have this overdriving need to make them feel less, because you are less than them…" Again Rachel paused watching Karofsky's reaction. His jaw was also clenched and so were his fists. To be on the safe side the diva took a step back.
"Do you know the number one reason behind homophobic behavior?" Rachel asked the closeted jock. He continued to stare at the diva, and gave his head a small shake. "No? Well then I will tell you. The number one reason a person acts homophobic is because the person is gay and waaaaay in the closet. They over compensate their hatred towards gays to hide who they really are. Don't think I didn't notice the extra attention and fear you gave Kurt."
Karofsky was about to lunge at the girl but Azimio slapped his chest making him stop. "Dude she's full of shit," he said.
"Am I now? You both should know I am the daughter of two gay dads. So I have spent sixteen years around gay men. Ever heard of gaydar? We all knew Kurt was without it. But with Karofsky's over the top homophobia towards him as well as all the male glee members, is making it go ballistic." Rachel turned her attention back to the other jock. "Speaking of the glee boys, now why do you have to beef with them? We already touched a little bit into Karofsky's, but yours is just plain and simple. Jealousy."
Azimio scoffed a laugh. "Why in the hell would I be jealous of those cocksuckers?"
Karofsky gave his friend a high five.
"It's simple. In a year and a half we are going to graduate." Rachel paused to think about the truth in that comment. "Well… we as in glee will graduate in a year and a half, you, maybe not so much." The crowd chuckled again at the comment. Rachel waved her hand to get to her point. "Anyways, you two will go to the local state school, maybe on a football scholarship. If you're even that lucky, so don't hold your breath. You will spend your first year studying Alcohol 101-"
"Whoa they actually teach that?" a random by standard asked.
Rachel turned her attention to the person. "No." She didn't even bother explaining what she meant. "Anyways… you'll both drink through your entire first year, which will cause you to lose everything and crawl back home to mommy and daddy. Where you either will be pumping gas or working at McDonalds until you die. Now…" Rachel said lifting her pointer finger. "The twelve members of new directions will all go off to college. A majority of us will go out of state. And we will actually do something more with our lives. You will someday see us on TV. We will actually do something with our lives and be successful; because we have talent and have more intelligence than both of you. In fact, each member of glee has more intelligence than you two combined…Including Brittany."
The crowd laughed and gasped. Everyone knew that Brittany was probably the dumbest person in McKinley. The fact she said that the blonde cheerleader was smarter than them was something they couldn't believe she said.
"You see, no matter how many slushies you throw you will never win. You are in your prime now, once High school ends, and so will the both of you. You," Rachel pointed at Azimio, "Will never have a girl compliment you on your performance. And you," the diva pointed to the other jock, "Will forever be internally tortured for your inability to come out. Which means you'll have the same problem as Azimio but times two." Rachel held up two fingers and walked away.
The crowd parted like the red sea to let her through. She felt satisfied with what she did. She knew there was potential to be back lash, but she didn't expect this.
Rachel had reached the outside of Coach Sylvester's office when she was tackled to the floor. Her attacker turned her over so she could see the jock on top of her.
"You fucking bitch," Karofsky yelled slapping her with the back of his hand. "I will show you, that you are wrong."
Rachel tried hitting the jock twice her size in every way. He subdued her attempt by pinning her hands above her head with one hand. He used the other one to sneak under Rachel's skirt. He pulled roughly at Rachel's panties ripping them. The diva began screaming, repeatedly yelling help.
Suddenly the jock was no longer on top of her. Rachel didn't know what happened. Next thing she knew she was crying into the chest of someone wearing a red, white and black uniform. With their arms safely wrapped around her.

Sue Sylvester was in her office. Quinn had stopped by to talk routine ideas. Becky was sitting near the window looking out for any possible spies. Becky jumped when she saw something big and red tackle something small and yellow with some weird green. The other two women jumped when they heard the thud right outside the door.
"Becky?" Sue asked standing to the window.
"Coach I don't know what happened. Some jock tackled someone," Becky responded.
Quinn got up from her seat and joined her coach at the window. "That looks like Karofsky."
"Outstanding. I finally got him." The coach responded pushing the blonde cheerleader aside.
Sue pulled the door open abruptly and reached down pulling the jock off of his victim. He was about to swing at whoever pulled him off the diva but froze when he saw who it was. "David Karofsky. I got you now," Sue said inches away from his face. She turned her head to get the attention from the cheerleader in her office. "Becky get my blow horn."
The small cheerleader eagerly did as she was told. Sue turned pinning the jock up against the wall. She placed one hand across his chest, and used the other one to get the blow horn. "LISTEN UP!" she yelled into the device. She waited until every student stopped their movements. "EVERYONE IN THIS HALLWAY IS TO REPORT TO FIGGINS IMMEDIATELY. IF YOU DO NOT I WILL PERSONALLY FIND YOU AND MAKE SURE YOU ARE EXPELLED AND CHARGED WITH AIDING IN A CRIMINAL ACT!"
The students began running to the principal's office as they were told. Sue handed the blow horn back to Becky. "You Jewfro," Sue said pointing to Jacob. He was holding in his hands a video camera making his way to Figgins as he was told.
"Me?" he cracked stopping in his tracks.
"Yes. Here. Now." The cheerleader coach said. "Did you film the incident?"
Jacob could only nod in response.
"From when did you start filming?"
Jacob did not respond at first looking down at the device in his hand.
"Becky," Sue said without taking her eyes off the boy.
Becky went over and grabbed the camera. She has spent so much time with the coach she didn't always need direction on what she should do. Once the camera was out of Jacob's grasp Sue grabbed the boy and pinned him up against the wall next to Karofsky. The act scared Jacob into telling.
"Since the beginning," he said throwing up his hands.
Sue finally turned her attention to victim that was still on the floor.

Quinn had followed her coach out of her office. She was surprised at the strength her coach had. Karofsky was by no means small. The shock of her coach's strength immediately disappeared when she saw who the jock was on.
Lying on the floor with a red mark on her face and ripped panties was Rachel. Quinn immediately knelt down next to the small girl pulling her into her embrace. Rachel didn't fight her; she just let the blonde hold her as she cried.
Quinn didn't look at the commotion going on around her, and the small diva. But she listened to every word that was said. She was surprised at her coach. She stood up for a member of the glee club, and was protecting the safety of this one student.

"Quinn?" Sue said in a calming voice.
The blonde cheerleader looked at her coach. Sue was able to see some of the victim in Quinn's arms. She was wearing a yellow sweater and a black skirt. Just underneath the hem, Sue saw some white material that looked ragged. The brunette was crying into the cheerleader's chest. The coach's heart sank at the sight.
"Quinn who is it?" Sue finally asked.
Quinn felt Rachel stiffen when asked who she was. Quinn began rubbing Rachel's back trying to console her. Quinn shook her head. "She's too scared right now coach. She doesn't want me to say her name."
"It's ok Quinn. We have evidence, and witnesses. Some sick witnesses," Sue pushed her elbow into Jacob with her comment.
Jacob yelled from fear. "Rachel Berry!"
Sue's expression want completely blank. She turned and looked at the girl still crying in Quinn's arms. Quinn nodded in response. "When she is ready, bring her to Figgins."
Quinn nodded as her coach dragged the two boys down the hall. Becky followed suit with the camera in her hand. Karofsky shot one more look back towards the two girls. Quinn shot one back, which threatened his very existence.
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