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Chapter 2 – Rachel POV

As soon as I stepped through the doorway of Mr. Schue's office to find him sitting at his desk looking so tired and depressed, I realized how nervous I was. Suddenly, the short speech I had planned out didn't seem like such a good idea.

"Rachel," he looked at me adorably as my heart leapt. "Have a seat. What can I do for you?"

I obliged, breathed in deeply, and then quickly said, "I told Finn that he wasn't the father of Quinn's baby. I don't know why, I guess I was just trying to break them up so I could have Finn, but it totally backfired because now everyone just hates me..." It wasn't the complete truth, but Mr. Schue didn't have to know that. "Your turn."

He raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

I sighed. "Well, it's no secret that you've been really depressed lately. Hell, you even slept in the music room last week! And now that Ms. Pillsbury quit, you don't really have anyone to talk to anymore... right?" I quickly realized that I might be coming off as too forward, so I added, "No one does now that there's no guidance counsellor, and I was hoping you could give me some advice as well."

Mr. Schue smiled; it was the first real smile I had seen from him in a while. "Yeah... okay, you're right. I suppose it's only right for me to try and help you since it is kinda my fault that..." His voice trailed off, and then he started again. "I really don't have anyone to talk to anymore. I'm so confused, I don't know where I went wrong, I really thought I was doing everything right..." He looked down towards the ground, and for a second, I thought he was going to start crying. Two seconds later, he cleared his throat and looked back into my eyes. "I have to ask though, Rachel, why me? What's with the sudden interest in my life? I'm sure you have other people to talk to, right?"

Shit. Uh, because the rest of the glee club nominated me to help you because you obviously need it? And because I kinda still like you, even though you've made it blatantly obvious that you're 100% not interested? Although that was before your divorce... but still, it's not like I have a chance anyways, I'm still a 'baby in disguise', right? "The whole glee club is really worried about you, Mr. Schue." I replied as confidently as I could. "We really need your support right now if we're going to win regionals, and we can't do it if you're not at the top of your game!"

He seemed to believe it. "That's really sweet, Rach, honestly, but I'm fine. Well, I will be soon, at least. I can sort it out by myself."

I stared at him and smiled. "I don't buy it."

He sighed. "Clearly, you know me better than I thought."

"Of course I do. Now spill, what did you just say about making Ms. Pillsbury quit?"

He smirked. "Crap, I was hoping you didn't catch that. Yeah, it was basically my fault. You know that she was engaged to Coach Tanaka, right?" I nodded. "Well, it turns out she was only settling for him because she was in love with me but figured she had no chance since I was married. But then when I found out that my wife, Terri, had been lying to me about being pregnant, I realized I had these... concealed feelings for Emma, I mean, Ms. Pillsbury, that I had just been too afraid to admit before. But then Coach Tanaka called off their wedding so I thought, you know, this could be our chance, right? So then today after your performance for me, I caught her before she left and kissed her, but then she told me that my life was messed up and that I needed to figure things out before we could start a relationship. She was right, I guess..." He trailed off and suddenly became very interested in one of his fingernails.

Holy crap, this is weird. Has my life basically been mirroring Ms. Pillsbury's lately? She was in love with Mr. Schue when he was taken so she found some other guy that was interested in her to be with. Then when Mr. Schue became single again, he developed those same feelings for her. Well, that means it could happen to me too, right?? Except in my case, I wanted Finn too, who I also couldn't have, so then I started dating Puck for, what? A week? But I guess he was never really interested in me, he was just a perv who wanted to hook up with a fellow Jew. Alright bottom line, my life is just as fucked as Mr. Schue's. "Okay, so what kinds of things do you think you need to figure out? You're still getting a divorce, right? How's that going?"

"Um... well nothing's really happened yet. I told her I'm leaving but I haven't officially filed for divorce. God, I don't even want to go home if it means seeing her face, I'm just so angry..." He looked down at his desk again.

Wow, this may be easier than I thought. "Okay, then I would suggest doing that as quickly as possible. As for not going home, I would offer you our spare bedroom, but..." I trailed off, not really sure what to say. Should I be offering my house to him? I think that would be taking our relationship too fast, I wouldn't want to jeopardize anything that could happen between us in the future.

"No! I mean... that's very kind, Rachel, but I don't think that would be appropriate."

I sighed, called that one. "No, of course not."

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, signalling he had received a new text message. "Sorry, one sec," he said as he reached for his phone and flipped it open. "Well, that's one problem solved, I guess. Terri's staying at her sister's tonight for, and I quote, 'an indefinite amount of time until you come to your senses and realize how much you can't live without me.'"

I tried to hold back laughter, but pretty soon, Mr. Schue and I were both doubled over laughing. It was weird, I tried to think back to the last time I had laughed that hard but I couldn't remember. It was like he was the only person who could bring out that side of me, and it looked like he felt the same way. "Wow, Terri seems to be quite the woman!" I giggled.

Mr. Schue chuckled. "You have no idea. Oh, I almost forgot! You wanted to talk about Finn, right?"

"Um... no, I think that can wait..."

"Are you sure?" I nodded vigorously. He glanced at his watch. "Oh wow, it's already 6:30! We should both be heading home, then." He jumped up and began gathering his belongings.

"B-but I never even gave you any real advice!"

He pondered this for a second, then replied, "Yeah, I guess not, but I have to admit that this was really nice, Rachel. Thank you."

I grinned. "You're welcome." We walked out of his office together, his hand gently resting on my back sending shivers down my spine. Success!