Here is my first Glee fic!! Co written with the fabulous honeyandmustard! Please leave a review for a sooner update(:

Rachel was running. Running faster than ever before. To on lookers she might look crazy, completely psychotic. But who knows? She might just be. It's a funny thing, love. It can make you do some of the strangest things imaginable. For example, Finn taking control of her, then breaking her in two and throwing her aside like she was just one of his footballs; and once she feels used, making her run to her teacher's apartment.

Will was confused. More confused than ever before. He thought he was in love. Terri... she was supposed to be his life. He loved her. Or so he thought. As of now all he wanted to do was shoot Cupid with one of his own arrows and see how he felt. Because Will felt like shit. And the last thing he expected was for his beautiful and most talented student to appear sobbing at his door. Much less did he expect her to fall into his arms, and for him longing to stay like this. Striving act professional, Will tried to guide Rachel to the sofa breaking the hug. However, as soon as they were both sat, Rachel's head found his shoulder and a round of fresh tears soaked his shirt. Unable to help himself, he found his hand had made it way to her hair. He shouldn't be doing this with her; she was too young and too fragile. He gently tapped her on the shoulder and sighed.

"Rachel, what is the matter?" He asked, moving a stray hair from her face.

Drawing a shaky breath, she answered, "It's… it's Finn…" Now Will Schuster was from an idiot. And that is what you would have to be not to know how Rachel felt about Finn. Why did he suddenly get the urge to rip the young boy's head of? Hearing Rachel say his name, as though she was holding onto it with her entire being, made Will die a little more inside… and he didn't have much else alive. These women were going to be the death of him. No, he though, I refuse to let another girl control me, much less Rachel!

He took a deep breath and sighed, "What did he do?" he asked, but deep down he already knew.

As Rachel spoke, every word broke his heart, "He told me he loved me, and I believed him! He kissed me, even! Twice! But Quinn… she has him wrapped around her finger! I'm such an idiot!" It took all his self control not to get up and go hit that boy right now. The pain of hearing what he did to this sweet innocent girl was hard to hear, he could sense the pain in her voice. It was hard being a part of Glee, he felt involved in their life stories because he was a role model for these kids… Well, that's what he convinced himself.

While Will controlled his anger Rachel had started crying again, harder than ever before. All he could do was hold her, hopping she would calm down. "Rachel… he's an idiot. He doesn't know what he's missing."

Rachel sniffled. "What? An annoying, ugly, controlling girl who has nothing better to do with her time than post MySpace videos of herself singing?"

Will stiffed. "Did he call you that?" No response. "Rachel!"

She tore away from him. "Yes! He did! Happy now? Why do you care anyways? You never seem to any other time! Why now?!"

Will shook his head, dumb founded. Why would anyone say such things to such a sweet innocent girl? He took her head in his hands, and found all he could do is stare into her gorgeous eyes. "Rachel… you are so much more than what you seem. You are a beautiful, intelligent, strong girl who enjoys showing her talent. I admire you. And I do care… I've never stopped." With every word, he felt as though he was apologizing for the crime Finn had committed... And the crimes he has yet to. "He's a moron… no smart guy would give you up, Rachel."

It must have been subconscious, because Will didn't remember being so close to Rachel's face. He saw her eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips, typical teenage girl behavior. He gulped as an overwhelming urge to kiss her swept across his mind. Before either of them had known it, their lips were on each others. They moved in harmony, showing off their impeccable sense of rhythm. Will had never felt anything like her soft luscious lips. They cause electric currents through him, something no one else had ever done, including Terri…

But then reality set in.

Will pulled back with a start. Gasping, he said, "You should go, Rachel. This is wrong."

To his surprise, and for the first time he had ever seen, Rachel was at a loss for words. After the initial shock had settled, she stood up. "I will see you tomorrow, Mr. Schue." As she walked out, she never met his eyes. Once she made it to the door, she hesitated. "Mr. Schue… answer this one question. For me. If this is so wrong… why does it feel so right?" And with that she left.

Will set his head against the couch. I am so going to Hell…