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She thought about everything he's done for her. He thought about how he was always her biggest fan. He thought about the lessons he's taught her. He's been more than a teacher to her. He's helped her through decisions and through troubles. He made her feel good even if sometimes she felt like he didn't respect or appreciate her musical abilities. It didn't matter to her that sometimes he gave away the solos she rightfully deserved. She didn't care that sometimes he was tougher on her. She knew it was because he believed in her.

All these thoughts ran through her head while she was walking down the hallway to the music room. She thought about how this may be the last time she walked this hall. She thought of how many times she was slushied in this hall. She thought about all the times she had a song stuck in her head and she knew that 20 steps away she could belt out the lyrics in front of others who appreciated music almost as much as she did. Almost. And she thought about the man who made it all possible.

Glee club wouldn't be glee club if it weren't for Will. It never would have gotten off the ground. Before Will took over glee club it was a pathetic group of people who didn't feel anything. There was no lesson each week, there was no emotional background to each lesson and there was no feeling of acceptance. Before Will took over glee it was all about technically learning how to sing, it was about learning the Broadway songs that were more than over done and no one cared about. No one wanted to hear the same boring rendition of a song over and over again.

But Will changed that. When he took over glee it became more about emotions. The club learned how to feel through music. They learned how to apply lyrics to they lives and how to share with others their experiences and express themselves. They learned what music can mean to people, not just how to hit a note. Rachel made friends, people with whom she felt comfortable. People she can honestly say she loved. She found her husband.

She couldn't really find a way to thank her teacher, mentor and friend but she found a simple way which might suffice. Maybe.

She knocked on the door to his office and he looked up, they met with a smile. "Rachel, hi."

"Hey," she walked into his office, "so I got you a little gift. I mean, I know it's not much but after daddies payed for the wedding we're a little tight on money." She extended her hand which held a bag and Will met her hand in the air to receive said bag.

"Rachel, you really didn't have to get me anything." He looked at her and then looked down at the bag and began picking out the tissue paper. He found a mug. A red mug with golden stars on it. "Rachel," he smiled largely, "this is great."

"I know it's not much, and you've done so much for me but I thought-" Rachel was cut off.

"I love it."

"I thought it would remind you of me for years to come even when I'm not here, it's supposed to remind you of the star you're helping me become and even if I never made it big you'll know that you helped me shine, anyway."

"I didn't get you anything." Will said, almost as if he was disappointed in himself.

"You didn't need to get me anything, there's no reason for you to have gotten me anything. You have dozens of students a year, maybe even hundreds and you shouldn't feel any sort of responsibility to get me anything."

"You're not just a student, though, Rachel."

Rachel smiled and tucked her hair behind her ears. She really valued the relationship they had and it was making her sad that while, sure, they may keep in contact he won't be her teacher in more. He won't be there to give her advice and support at any moment she desires it. She was beyond excited for her future but she hated that she had to leave her past in her past for the most part.

She knew that he'd always been in her heart and vice versa.

"I actually wanted to talk to you, Rach," he stood up and then sat back down, he knew he looked like a fool but he wasn't sure how to be in this moment, "as of the end of the day, you won't be a student here anymore. I won't be your teacher and you won't be my student."

"I know Mr. Schue, I'll miss you."

"Yeah," he took a deep breath, "but I don't want to miss you." He could feel the words coming out of his mouth in a nonsensical way. He didn't really go over this in his head, he knew what he wanted to say but he never considered how to say it. Her reactions or what to expect was never something he considered.

"We'll email, or if you have facebook you can add me. I know that's a little weird but I think it's okay. Also I have a twitter GoldenRBerry, Finn thought of it for me. He suggested it as a way to get in touch with my fans... you know, when I have fans." She was playing with her wedding ring. It had become a habit over the past few weeks.

He stood up and went to the other side of his desk so he could lean against it. He was closer to Rachel now she had gradually moved in further towards his desk from the doorway.

Will licked his lips before he spoke "When you had a crush on me, what did you feel?"

She stuttered a bit. She had no clue where he was going with this. "I-I don't remember. I guess I felt like you were important to me and I...felt like I wanted to be around you."

"And what do you feel now?"

"I don't understand what you're asking me, Mr. Schue."

"I'm just asking you what you feel for me in this moment."

"I don't know." She shook her head, she was confused and she definitely didn't know what his point was. She looked at the clock and saw that it was basically the end of the day and her dad would be picking her up any minute. "Mr. Schue, I have to go. Enjoy the mug, okay? I'll talk to you at some point. Thank you, though, for being there for me. I mean it." She walked over to him and gave him and hug. A firm hug full of love for what he's done for her, and then she quickly turned to the door and left.

Why was he asking her that? What was it that he wanted from her. She was flustered and confused. She stopped in the hallway and turned around, walked a few steps and turned around again. She didn't know where she was going but she found herself in the bathroom with a text from her dad: RUNNING LATE – WILL BE THERE IN 15.

She texted back without even thinking about it: ILL WALK – FINISHING UP BUSINIESS

She looked herself in the mirror and asked her what her plan was. Why was she staying? What was keeping her from going home, going to see her husband. She was married. It's not like she was going to make a move on Will or be okay with anything she thought he may do.

But it's not even like she had an ideas about what he wanted. He could have just been asking questions. Just "since we're parting – let's be honest" questions. Would she look foolish if she went and talked to him? What did he want?

What did she want?

She was standing outside the choir room, something was stopping her from going in, she wanted to but she couldn't. Her only problem was confusion. She didn't know what was happening and she didn't know why she didn't know. "You're overreacting." she said to herself. A soft inhale and she walked back to his office.