This story is rated M and I must stress that this story deals with some serious issues that may be confronting for some people. So please keep that in mind before you start reading.


Blurred figures moved around him, but his gaze only held one object in sight. Her tiny waist, made even more predominate by her high waisted skirt, lent lazily against the slick, black grand piano. Her elbows were planted firmly on the hard surface as she read over a piece of paper. Her usual curves had all but vanished in the last couple of weeks, along with her usual confidant demeanour. No one else in the Glee club had noticed, but he sure had. Her petite hand carefully tucked her flowing hair out of her face and behind her ear. Her hand then fell to her bare thigh, rubbing her soft creamy skin. Her plaid skirt barely covered her ass, and she was vaguely aware of this as she tugged her skirt down self-consciously in an attempt to cover her slim legs. A smile appeared on her face as she saw Mr Schuester standing at the door. His chest tightened to see her mood brighten, just because of him.

"Mr Schue, just the person I wanted to see" She pushed herself off the piano and picked up the pile of sheets lying on the hood.

"It's five thirty Rachel, the school is deserted. What are you still doing here?"

She flipped her arm over and looked at her watch."Oh right. I guess I lost track of time" Her expression was lost, but she cleared her throat and handed the pieces of paper to him with a proud smile.

"I found these online last night. I thought maybe we could do a medley for Nationals?"

His hand reached out and took the papers from her fragile hands. His eyes made contact with hers and she quickly looked away. His gaze fell to the dark bags under eyes, then to her protruding collarbones. She smoothed over her blouse with her hands, drawing his attention to the subtle curve of her breasts.

"What do you think?" She broke him from his trance.

"Right" He cleared his throat and tucked the papers under his arm.

"I will look over these tonight and then run the idea past the rest of the club"

She nodded slightly; her sad eyes not meeting his again, then proceeded to pick up her school bag. She seemed reluctant to go home.

"Rachel" Will began. She secured the bag over her shoulder then held onto the strap with both hands.

"I've been meaning to have a chat with you. I wanted to see how everything was going?"

Her eyes flicked back up to his, obviously taken aback by his sudden interest in her. He guessed that nobody asked her that question often.

"I've noticed that you haven't been yourself lately. Is everything ok?"

Her head dropped and her hair fell around to curtain her face. He was sure he seen her shoulders shaking. He moved forward and removed the heavy bag from her shoulder, then lifted her chin with his finger. A single tear ran slowly down her cheek and his moved his thumb up to wipe it from her face.

"Rachel…" She shook her head and turned from him. He took a step forward and turned her by her shoulders, then held her in front of him so she couldn't turn away from him again. His head tilted as he looked into her red eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest as her eyes flicked up to meet his penetrating gaze.

He wasn't sure what made him do it. Maybe it was the long and messy divorce with Terri, or the lack of attention he was getting from Emma, or the fact that he knew Rachel had always had a crush on him. But he suddenly found himself pulling Rachel's head towards him and lightly kissing her lips. Her body stiffened in surprise and a small moan sounded from her throat. The moan sent a quiver through his body and he suddenly pushed Rachel back against the piano and deepened the kiss. She hesitated a moment before she opened her mouth and welcomed him in. His body fell against hers, pushing her roughly against the piano.

She broke the kiss, trying to catch her breath."Mr Schue"

He ignored her and focused his kissing on her neck and collarbone. His hand moved over her breast and began to caress it.

"Mr Schue" She tried again. This time he looked up, his eyes burning.

They stood in silence for a moment, their panting bodies still pressed together.

"Nothing." She breathed, and then she pulled him back towards her by his tie. His mouth moved over hers and he deepened the kiss and his hands moved frantically for his pants to unzip them. His hand moved up her skirt and pushed her cotton panties to the side, then slid himself into her.

A groan of pleasure escaped his lips and a sharp intake of breath sounded from Rachel. His hand snaked around her back while the other pushed on her buttocks, pulling him further inside of her and then picked her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands gripped his forearms tightly, The piano squeaked and groaned at the roughness of his thrusts as he held her small body tightly against her.

With one last deep thrust, he emptied himself inside of her with a shudder of pleasure. His head rested on her shoulder and their chests heaved erratically, trying to catch their breath.

He pulled away from her and zipped himself back up. Her body shook as she lent against the piano for support.

A pang of remorse squeezed his chest as he watched her straighten up her clothes.

"I'm sorry" He began. She shook her head and picked up her bag.

"You're right, It's getting late. I really need to be getting home." She brushed passed him before stopping at the door.

"See you tomorrow Mr Schue"

His head dropped in shame as he watched the skinny brunette walked own the hall. He didn't know why he had taken advantage of her in such a fragile state, but she had awoken a dark longing inside of him.