Author Note: This is an idea I've had for a while; basically, VA and ND are trapped in a life or death situation, with Rachel and Jesse most at risk. They have to work together to try and get out alive. Will be multi-chapter. No, I have never experienced any disasters like this, so my writing will be off, but if you know about it, please tell me as to improve how I write this. Quite a few chapters planned. R&R please, reviews make my day!

Jesse walked towards the boy's bathroom, swaggering slightly, confident that they would easily win regionals. He could just see himself lifting up the trophy, victorious, proving to Rachel that it had been right to leave her. He sighed slightly at the thought of Rachel. That was when the ground started shaking, and the people started screaming.

Jesse looked around him. He was alone in this section of the corridor, near the doors of the bathrooms. He started to make his way back towards the Vocal Adrenaline dressing room, but the shaking floor constantly threw him off balance. He hit the floor, disorientated. Around him, dust was streaming from the ceiling and walls, which were starting to crack. Jesse threw himself backwards as the ceiling gave way, and a pile of rubble landed in front of him.

Rachel had been in the girl's bathroom, reapplying her make up, when the tremors first started. She gasped as the ground shook, grabbing the counter to steady herself. This hadn't been in the weather reports, and Rachel had scrolled through all possible reports listed. She wasn't going to have anything ruin regionals. Then, the lights went out, leaving the whole building in the dark.

Jesse picked himself up and swore as more rubble fell on the other side, blocking him in. He knew it was too dangerous in the pitch black to try to find his way past the towers of rubble. He punched the wall, unintentionally hitting a door, and was shocked when he heard a squeak as he did so.

The New Directions looked around, shocked. Dust was tumbling onto them, and they grasped each other for support. The girls, and some of the guys, screamed when they were plunged into the dark. They sat around, holding onto whoever was next to them, silent fear around them. Mr Schuester took hold of the situation.

"Ok, guys, calm please." He said, getting out his phone to light his face. "I need you to all say your names, one after another, so we can check everyone's here."

"Puck." A voice came from the darkness. Noah had felt the need to go first, show others the situation would be okay. Not that he knew.

"Finn." Finn called, setting example.

"Quinn."

"T-Tina."

"Matt."

"Mercedes."

"Kurt."

"Artie."

"Mike."

"Santana."

There was silence, then the sound of a small struggle.

"Oww that hurt Santana, why did you elbow me?"

"You were meant to say your name Brittany!" Her friend replied with a sigh.

"Oh. Brittany." The blonde smiled in the darkness.

Mr Schue smiled slightly at the girl's antics, but then frowned. "Again guys."

The glee clubbers repeated the list, causing Mr Schuester's frown to deepen, peering through the darkness at his fingers, on which he'd been keeping count.

"Guys, I only count eleven. Is someone missing?" He waved the phone around the room, briefly illuminating the faces of his glee club.

The gleeks all sat, hard in thought, before Puck spoke.

"I don't hear any hysterical sobbing. Where's Rachel?"

The rest of the club froze, and Finn felt that his heartbeat would be audible to everyone in the silent room. Rachel was missing. It hit him like a sledgehammer. Not only that, but it was Puck who had realised, not him. Finn put his head in his hands.

Tina spoke up, her voice a terrified squeak, and her stutter had returned.

"I- I th-th-think that she we-we-went to the t-toilet." She managed to spit out, gripping hands with Artie tightly.

"She wanted to look her best for accepting the trophy." Quinn added, brushing dust off her shoulder, wanting to help.

"Ok, guys, we need to find her, make sure she's safe." Mr Schue walked to the door, trying to open it. He shoved it, but it wouldn't budge. "Doors stuck." He told his club, reality dawning on him.

Matt, ever the realist, looked up. "It must be stuck from rubble blocking it. That or the frame was bent out of shape during the quake."

From his seat, Finn blanched, not visible in the darkness. So he and his friends were trapped here, with Rachel probably stuck, unable to get to them. And if she had been in the corridor, then she might have been struck by rubble. Finn groaned softly, and felt Brittany's comforting hand on his shoulder. For once, the blonde seemed to understand the situation.

Mr Schuester went back to his seat in front of the club. He looked through the wall of black at them, worrying for each of their safety. Even if they did make it out of the room, what if there were more quakes? And how would they wheel Artie through the debris? He sighed, wondering how to help these frightened kids. It would take a miracle to get them out.

In the girl's bathroom, standing in the pitch black, terrified, Rachel heard a bang on the door. She squealed, before she heard a voice call out to her.

"Hello?" It called. Her eyes widened, unfortunately getting dust in them. "Anyone there?" The voice came again.

"Yes!" Rachel yelled back, stumbling and feeling her way towards the door. It was flung open, and she peered into the dark, just making out Jesse, as she had suspected from the familiar voice.

"Rachel?" Jesse peered back at her, trying to identify the small figure in front of him.

"Yes Jesse, its me." Rachel sighed in relief; glad to have someone whose hand she could hold during these frightening times. "Can you guide me back to my dressing room?" She asked him, not wanting to have to go alone.

Jesse sighed. "I wish I could Rach. But we're blocked in. Ceiling caved down on either side, two massive holes. In this dark it's too dangerous to try and go anywhere, and it might be too high anyway."

Rachel's heart sank. They were trapped. And she was stuck with none other than Jesse St James, the big heartbreaker. She gulped.

"So, we have to stay here?" She squeaked. Jesse nodded, shaking dust out of his hair.

"Looks like it's just you, me and these piles of rubble." He told her with a sigh.

Back in the New Directions dressing room, Mr Schue navigated his phone through his contacts. He pressed the call button to a number he'd added a few months ago, although he'd promised himself, and Emma, that it would be deleted. He was damn glad it wasn't though. He prayed he would get a signal. He was lucky and the phone was answered on the second ring.

"Hello?" The voice said.

Will took a breath. "Shelby, it's Will Schuester here. I'm guessing you're as trapped as we are?"

He knew Shelby was the right person to call. If Rachel was here, she'd take charge immediately, and she'd got that quality from her mother. Maybe if Vocal Adrenaline and New Directions worked together, they'd be able to get out. Especially if Shelby knew Rachel was missing. Mr Schue sighed, and listened to Shelby's reply

Sorry for slight cliffhanger, and I hope you like it so far! I'm having a lot of fun writing this. What will happen next? Read on to find out! And please, please review, it really makes me happy! :) Next chapter to be up soon!