Title: I Should Tell You
Rating: T (just to be safe)
Pairings: Will/Rachel
Spoilers: Current through episode 3x14
Disclaimer: I don't own anything relating to Glee, because if I did Finchel would be no more.
Summary: Rachel's dads are building a new house and she comes home from her second year of college in New York to help them move during her spring break But there's another reason why she's home, one much more life changing.
Saturday, March 14th 2015
"Yes, Daddy. I know it's getting bad outside but I'll be home soon. I just have to pick up a few things here and I'll be back home." Rachel put her car in park as she fluffed her hair in the car mirror and said her goodbyes to her father, Hiram, on her cell phone.
She looked outside at the pouring rain and decided she should make a run for it instead of waiting it out in her car. It was warm out, and if it wasn't for the fact that Rachel had straightened her hair that morning she wouldn't have minded getting wet. The rain was cleansing, gently hitting against her exposed skin as she ran up to the automatic doors of the local 'Mom and Pop' store she used to frequent when she lived in Lima.
That has almost been two years ago. She hasn't been home since she left, taking summer classes to get through school faster. Rachel's life was stressful for many reasons, she worked a forty hour week, took eighteen credit hours and had landed a role in the Spring play The Trial of God as Hanna. It was a difficult role to play; she had to go to some very dark places and thank God she had an understanding directer who worked with her in her personal life and the issues that lie there. Life, although fulfilling and happy, was stressful for more reason then listed previously.
Her hair, how considerably wet, was already beginning to curl into her natural waves. She touched up her eyes as best she could and grabbed a green basket from the entrance. A loud thunder clap sounded as Rachel fished inside her tiny purse for her list and she flinched at the sound that vibrated from her feet to the tip of her nose. She only had five items on her list: whole milk, carrots, organic cake mix, almonds, and juice. This made Rachel feel slightly at ease at the fact it would take all of five minutes to grab these items and get out, if she hurried.
The petite starlet was looking at the back of two cake mixes, comparing ingredients and nutritional values when a familiar voice cut through her like an unexpected storm.
"Rachel?" She froze in place, feeling her fingertips become cold. "Rachel! What are you doing home?" She turned and took him in. Yes, he was just as she remembered but she didn't recognize this particular sweater.
"Hello, Mr. Schuester. How are you?" She said coolly, not making eye contact.
He smirked, "You're really going to call me that? I prefer Will."
She sighed, unsure how to answer, knowing the hidden meaning behind the preference.
*Flashback*
Rachel couldn't believe she was here on tonight of all nights, standing in front of her former teacher's apartment door that he shared with the all too prying Ms. Pillsbury. But she didn't know who else to go to, didn't know who else could help her by giving the advice she needed, so she knocked on his door. She had done this many times since she had joined Glee Club but somehow this time felt different, this time felt new.
"Rachel, hi. I-I didn't expect to see you. Aren't you leaving tomorrow for NYATA?" He let her in, she knew he would, he always did.
She peered around for Will's fiancé but didn't see any sign of her, "Yes, I leave tomorrow. I'm sorry, I should have called; is this a bad time?"
Will took her yellow cardigan and hung it up behind the door. "Not at all. I was actually getting bored. Emma, she's at her parent's house. Her mother and father have the flu and she went over to clean and take care of them. She'll be back tomorrow. So, what can I help you with?"
She lead them to the couch she had sat on more times than any of the other Glee Clubbers combined and began her plight. "I don't know why I came here..."
Will sat down next to her, closer than the last time she was here over three months ago. "You never know why you come here but you always do. Is it Finn?"
She gave a sad half smile, "Yes, you know me all too well, Mr. Schuester."
"You know, you can call me Will now. Ha, but you know that. You called me Will even when you weren't supposed to," he nudged her gently.
"I'm sorry, " she smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. "I was so used to being around you all the time. We were always rehearsing for one competition after another and our meetings always seemed to run over in time. I always counted you more as a friend than just my teacher."
"I felt the same way. We really did have a good time together. You could always keep up with my Singing in the Rain references and you never complained when coffee was split or I ate unwashed fruit." His hand darted out to his mug full of the liquid and drummed his fingers on the porcelain.
"And you never broke my nose when we danced and you always understood when I needed space." Her body turned to face him and soon, he mirrored her and leaned in.
He spoke in a hushed tone, "You never pulled away when I touched you without warning."
Rachel took the mug in his hands from him and placed it back on the table, never breaking eye contact. "You never made me feel like I was second best."
"You always made me feel like I was wanted, like no one could ever replace me." Will took her hands in his and made small circles with his thumbs as flashes of Carl and Emma went through his mind mingled with Rachel coming to tell him about the substitute in hopes he would return before she was given the position permanently.
"No one could ever replace you, Will." Their faces were inches apart and all Will could think about was how sincere she looked and how much he wanted to feel her full lips on his.
"And you'll never be second best, it was always you, Rach." Then, Will closed the distance between them and lightly pressed his lips to hers. Rachel leaned into him and gave in to something she didn't know she wanted-what she always knew she wanted. Will's lips felt amazing on hers, there was so much electricity surging through her she was surprised that she wasn't being shocked.
The kiss grew intense and soon Rachel was lying on her back with Will above her, his hands everywhere. She was so thankful she had worn a dress that day for Will's fingers were now teasing the fabric of her panties. Her whole body was on fire and Rachel knew that Will felt just as hot as she did. She quickly popped off the buttons on his shirt and threw it to the floor. Her shoulders and chest began to lift, trying to sit up so she could be on top as she was with Finn ninety percent of the time but Will roughly pushed her down and shook his head.
Her eyes lit up and she smiled as she tried to get up again knowing she would be pushed back down into the soft cushions of the couch. She was not wrong. After her back was against the pillows Will grabbed her hips and jerked them further down on the couch. She purred his name into his ear as he bit down on her neck, hard and she knew there would be a mark there tomorrow. She had never seen him like this, so in control and passionate. She wondered if he was like this with Emma but then she remembered that Emma still held onto her virginity like a life vest; but Rachel was no longer a virgin and she was more than willing to see where this goes, even if it meant that the end goal was Will buried deep inside her-especially if the end goal was Will buried deep inside her. The thought that may happen in the very near future made Rachel moan again.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" Will said as he finally stopped the teasing and slipped two fingers inside of her. She shrieked in delight at the intrusion and shook her head ferociously from side to side.
"I've wanted to touch you like this for so long, Rach. You were always so different than the others, so much more than they could ever imagine to be." He pushed up with his fingers as she arched her back.
He kissed her neck where he had bit her earlier, "You're so beautiful, so sexy..." Rachel had heard enough. While Will's fingers were still working unbelievable magic at her core her hands flew to his belt and unbuckled it.
"Will, please," she pleaded as she worked his jeans off his toned hips.
His fingers hooked under the strap on her left shoulder and pulled it down, "Please what, baby?" Pulling his hand out from her panties he tangled his hand in her hair at the back of her head and gently tugged her head up off the pillows. When there was no response but loud pants he kissed her again, this time with more urgency and need. It drove all thought from Rachel's mind and all she could think of was how Will was pulling off her dress, how Will's lips felt against her bare skin as he kissed his way down to her breast and how Will was surrounding her, everything about him was surrounding her. His arms, his body, his hands, his scent; everything in her world right now was Will and the only coherent thought was how amazing it felt to be touched by him.
They were left in nothing but their undergarments and the two stopped for a moment and looked at each other. A small moment of clarity passed over them, they were not with their respective others, they were with each other enthralled in something so passionate they thought they would burst if they didn't soon get release. Everything from that point on went fast. Black lace was tossed somewhere that neither one knew along with checkered boxers. Rachel had opened her legs to him, inviting him in where he most desired to be.
He leaned down and laid on top of her, letting their skin brush against each other and both felt how heated each others' skin was. Will cupped her face and searched her eyes, looking for some validation that it was okay to be doing this. And it was, it was very okay with Rachel. She reached down between them as Will bit her lower lip and guided him to her entrance. Both gasped at the contact of slick flesh as Rachel rubbed his thick cock up and down her tiny slit. Will buried his face in her shoulder and shoved inside her roughly. Rachel couldn't believe how amazing he felt as he slowly backed out of her, leaving in only the tip and slamming back into her, filling her completely. They both moaned each others' names as Will pumped into her again and again.
Rachel tried to get up again but was greeted by a forceful push down and a faster and harder tempo. Her hands clutched at the fabric on the couch as Will continued to tear into her. It hurt a little, but she liked it, a lot. Finn was always so cautious to not hurt her and she grew frustrated easily with him but Will- Will was more than happy to give in to her coaxing of "harder," and "deeper." She felt her legs being lifted as one came to rest on either side of his shoulders. She had never been taken like his and screamed out in pleasure as she felt him hit her spot over and over until she could feel the build that she had only experienced twice during sex.
She grabbed at him and dragged him down so she could kiss him, making him drive himself deeper and Rachel finally lost it crying out against his slightly opened mouth against hers but he didn't stop. Even after she came down he kept going, kept pounding into her. Will grabbed onto her shoulders to give him more control of her while slightly adjusting his angle and soon she could feel herself getting close again and she knew Will must be getting close by the slight break in rhythm and the way he was unconsciously dropping explicits.
She made eye contact with him as she began to come undone, "Will, please. Don't, stop," she begged. He didn't, he took her to heaven for the second time and let himself go, shooting hot shots of himself deep inside her as he slammed into her one last time. Will let down her legs, slowly, and laid on top of her and kissed her chest, her eyes, anything his lips could reach. Rachel stayed the night that night, and stayed in his bed all night while they explored each other further. It was one of Rachel's favorite memories and also one that stared her in the face everyday.
*End of Flashback*
"Rachel? Are you alright?" Will asked as he took the boxes from her hand.
"What? Yes. Yes, I'm fine. I just-I haven't seen you in a long time. A lot has changed." She took the boxes back, he may have called the shots last time they saw each other but he's not going to now.
"Yes, a lot has. But, anyways so how are you? I heard you have a very busy life. How's Finn?" Rachel put back the blue cake mix box and put the green one in her basket.
"I don't know how Finn is. After he moved to New York with me things weren't working. We broke up the first semester I was there. I haven't really heard much from him since." She looked up into his hazel eyes and momentarily got lost within them.
"I'm sorry to hear that. what caused the break up?" Moving down the aisle to the peanuts she switched the basket into her right hand.
"A lot of reasons, but namely the fact that I cheated on him." Rachel, looking at the various nuts in front of her seemingly ignoring his presence, yanked up a bag of almonds and tossed it in her bag.
Will stopped walking towards her a few feet away. "Oh. I-I'm sorry I aided in ending your engagement."
She moved again, and he followed. "I owe you so much for that, more than you know. I can't imagine my life without that night happening or a life with Finn in it for that matter." Just then her mocha eyes darted to his left hand. No ring. "And that about you? I see you're not married."
"No, I'm not," he said almost smiling.
"Well, what happened?" She felt a chill run through her as another thunder clap echoed through the store and large lightening bolt streaked the sky.
"Same as you. A lot of things. That morning she came home and was in one of her moods where she cleans everything. We got into it and I brought up kids and she finally admitted that her disease may not allow her to handle having them. It devastated me, but then she sat down on the couch and noticed the cushions were out of place." A hand ran through his hair as they walked, approaching the juice aisle. "So, she adjusted them as we continued arguing then she found a pair of lace panties that didn't belong to her."
An unmanicured hand flew to Rachel's mouth, "Oh my gosh! What happened?"
"Well, first she had to bleach her hand then she yelled at me and then she threw her ring at me and then she stormed out. I was going to end it anyways, I can't be with someone who doesn't want kids...Why are we looking at Capi Suns and Juicy Juice?"
"Because it's on my list. So, I guess we owe each other a huge thank you. We saved each other from people we didn't belong with. Did she ever find out it was me?" She picked up an all natural liter of grape juice and set it in her basket as they walked to the end of the aisle near the employee entrance.
Will laughed at the site of Emma's face if she knew it was Rachel Berry's panties she found that day. "No, no I think if she knew it was you she'd try to get me fired. Too bad she'd never have succeeded, what we did was completely legal." They had stopped walking and Will turned to face her.
"True, it's not like what we did was the end of the world." Just then another earth shattering boom sounded and there was a loud pop as everything went black. There were screams coming from the other customers and Will and Rachel heard hard, quickened footsteps coming from all directions. A large man called out over everyone to stay calm just as another crash of thunder descended from the pea green sky. Lightening immediately followed as the whole store lit up like a firework had just gone off within the store.
"Will..." Rachel shouted over the crowd the others around them rushed to the automatics doors, trying to pry them open. Rachel started toward the direction of everyone else and Will grabbed her hand, making her stay by his side. "Don't," was all he said as the pair stood still in the hysteria that had broken out.
"I have to call home, I have to check on-" Will's grip tightened as they saw it, coming straight toward the store as the sirens began to sound. Their hearts froze like ice and dropped into their stomachs as they both looked up at all the windows, lining the top of the walls around the store. Rachel couldn't move, could barely breath as she felt herself being pulled toward the employee entrance to the store through two large, swinging double doors. Everything was in slow motion and everything sped up simultaneously as they heard the glass start to shatter around them and the screaming was swallowed by what sounded like a train coming straight though the small grocery store.
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