Disclaimer: I don't own Glee – but I do own my mind! Which is disturbing seeing as most of my fictions are dark..

Prologue

"Love risks degenerating into obsession."

I watch her across the street, the way she moves, the way she smiles at everyone who passes her. I smile as she orders the same breakfast every single morning; one day I will be the one buying her that daily breakfast, I'll be the one she smiles at, I'll be the one she talks to. I'll be the only one she loves.

I continue watching her as she jumps back into her car, taking the usual route to school to see her stupid friends, the singers who I have to suffer through listening to every week, and for every competition just to catch a glimpse of her and that beautiful voice. She believes they think of her as a friend, I know for a fact they wouldn't miss her when she's gone.

I follow her, as I usually do, she can be so blind sometimes. I thought she would have noticed ages ago, how could you possibly miss someone following you all the time? I guess I am just far too clever for her and all those she meets on a regular basis. They don't even know, she hasn't even noticed me yet.

I see her sometimes in the street, she'll smile at me. She even said 'hello' to me once, that one day I remember more than anything. It was one of the first few times I just knew I had to have her, no matter what it took. And I will have it, I always get what I want. And I want her.

~ .. ~

Rachel sighed, looking around the house, biting down on her lip. She took a moment before deciding to double check all the doors and windows, making sure each and every one was locked. She shuddered, her hands shaking as she continued her search around the house, not being able to shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She hadn't been able to in a long time, but the feeling was getting so much worse. The longer she allowed this to continue, the worse it got.

"It's okay.. there's nobody out there, there's nobody." She whispered to herself, her voice shaking slightly as she ran to her windows, closing the curtains slowly. Her body shook with fear, tears running down her face; she could only hope she was overreacting, she could only wish that it was because her Broadway fantasies had gone a little too far now. She wasn't famous yet.

She took one more long around the house, sure everything was locked and secure. She knew she should tell someone, even her dads, the way she felt there was always someone behind her, someone watching her, someone waiting for her. And as much as she tried to shake the feeling, it wouldn't leave her alone.

"You have an over-active imagination, just like your dads are always telling you." She thought about calling Finn or her dads, anyone as long as she didn't have to be alone. But it scared her to think she couldn't cope on her own,s he was still trying to prove she wasn't the young minded girl she had been at the beginning of high school – she wanted to prove to people she was ready to be a Broadway star, and live on her own in New York.

She was terrified, but she refused to appear weak. She didn't want to die, she wanted to be safe but she remained too stubborn to say something to those around her. She knew they would laugh, and remind her that who would want to follow around a high school girl, anyway?

~ .. ~

She's starting to feel me there, she knows I'm watching her but she won't have to live in fear for much longer. Soon, I shall make myself known to her. Soon, I will take her and she will stay with me forever.

It's been two years, two whole years carefully planning this out. I've been careful, I've been so safe – I've kept my distance, but soon, very soon.. she will be mine. I can add her to my collection but she is not like the others, she is so much stronger than all those girls before. They cried and they cried, they refused to love me back because I had taken them from this cruel world. They never seemed to realize my intentions were good, I loved them more than anyone else could. I loved them. I was the one who kept them safe, and they had no appreciation for me. So I got rid of them until I found the perfect girl.

Rachel Barbara Berry will be mine; I'll have her to myself and she will fall in love with me. She will fall in love with me, she will fall for me just like I have for her.

~ .. ~

Rachel walked into the choir room, slamming the door behind her before sitting down on the chair right at the back, hugging her folders close to her chest as she resisted the urge to cry. She couldn't do anything right today – she got an answer wrong in Spanish, she stumbled during a dance number in Glee, and she forgot all her singing cues – she was tired, and she was terrified.

She groaned when someone walked in, "What?" She snapped, watching as Quinn walked into the room, worry engraved on the girls face. She held out a list of songs, "We thought you could do with these, we decided what songs to do for sectionals, we didn't think you needed the.. stress?" She shrugged, watching Rachel nervously as she handed the paper to the girl.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing the paper off her as she walked past her, annoyed at how none of them believed she could do her job as co-captain of the Glee club anymore, just because she was finding it too hard to hide her feelings. She didn't look at anyone as she walked back into the auditorium, watching them all try and conquer the dance moves. She sat down and stared at the floor, refusing to look at anyone after her previous outburst; she wished she could explain to them, but how could she possibly explain that the only reason she was acting the way she was, was because she thought she was being watched? She knew they would laugh at her, remind her she's nobody.

Rachel stood up, not seeing her friends behind her, unaware she had spaced out for the entire dance number as she had concentrated on the stain on the hardwood floor. "Are you okay?" Kurt lightly touched her shoulder, causing her to jump away from him before walking away without another word.

Blaine bit his lip in worry, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and kissing the side of his head, "She will tell us when she's ready." He looked at Finn and the rest of the group, all of them worried for the girl.

~ .. ~

I watched her as she walked out of the building, her friends not too far behind her. I smile as I notice the distance she keeps between them, burning with excitement at the thought of being able to have her all to myself. This is what I had hoped for, she is doing exactly what I need her to.

I sighed, knowing she is going away again, another trip with her dads – probably to New York to look at colleges again. The thought is depressing, knowing I won't be seeing her again for the whole weekend. I watch her get into the car, whispering a goodbye to her as she drives off, already planning what to do in the time she is gone.

I grin, watching a dark haired girl in her kitchen, comparing her to Rachel Berry, knowing she is nothing compared to the girl I love so much. But for tonight, she will do. Two victims while Rachel is away, every single time. I hope someone will find the connection and Rachel will notice. She needs to know how much I love her, everything I have done for her.

I look around, taking a step towards the house, making sure nobody can see me before making my way into her house, stalking towards my prey. And it's not much longer until I stand over her small body, laughing at the way she shakes and stares up at me. I look briefly at the kitchen knife in my hand, smirking down at her, her eyes widening as she realizes she is not going to live to tell the tale.

"Say goodbye." I snarl at her, plunging the knife deep into her chest, manically laughing as the blood splatters all over me, all over the floors and the walls... the kitchen counter is no longer a clean white. I raise it above my head once more, and again, and again, and again.

I stare into her glazed over eyes, gently closing them before walking out, thinking about Rachel once more, she will be different – she can live, unless she betrays me. I won't let anyone get in our way, not her friends or that person she breaks up with and gets back together with constantly. They have no idea, I can show her a better life, I love her so much. We'll be together, so soon.