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It was all over. The stalker was here to have his way with her, Oh God how would she live through that? Maybe she wouldn't, maybe he was here to kill her. Where was her rape whistle when she needed it!

"Rachel? Rach, are you going to let me in?" She heard Finn's voice through both the phone against her ear and the door.

"Finn?" She threw the door open to reveal none other than her boyfriend, his eyebrows quirked up in confusion. "Oh thank God it's you! Come in, hurry." Rachel tugged on her giant of a boyfriends arm, managing to get him over the frame before shutting the door again and peeping through the eyehole to make sure he wasn't being followed. Turning around to face him, Rachel felt the stress begin to dissipate from her body. In spite of the anxious look on his face at her antics, she felt safe, protected.

"Rach, you know that I love you because and in spite of all your crazy, but you're worrying me. What's going on?"

"I'm going to overlook the first part of that comment, and focus on the sweet concerned part. I was having a bit of a meltdown before you showed up because, wait…what are you doing here? Don't you have football practice? If I'd known it was cancelled I would've rode home with you instead of Kurt."

Finn rubbed the back of his neck, finally pulling out a very familiar yellow cardigan sweater from behind him. "Yeah, I do but, I, uh realized that you left this in my truck. I know how cold you get in first period and I didn't want you to miss it in the morning."

He really was just too sweet sometimes. "Finn, I really appreciate that but I have other sweaters, a few too many according to Kurt. You shouldn't be skipping practice for me." She smiled, reaching to take the sweater from his hands.

"Its fine really, I actually just wanted to see you too. Make sure you were ok and stuff." There was something in his eyes Rachel couldn't quite place, and she was an expert on Finn's eyes. She was interrupted before she could investigate. "Besides, if I'm not mistaken you had literally just called to tell me that you needed me, and here I am. What's up?"

God, how did she get so caught up in Finn that she completely forgot her near death experience? Alright, so maybe she was being a little bit dramatic. It wasn't a near death experience at all; it turned out to be her own knight in shining armor there for her when he didn't even realize she needed him. Maybe that's what this whole situation was, just more of Rachel Berry's 'crazy' as Finn had so eloquently put it. The notes she had received really weren't that crazy, or life threatening. And the pictures she had found, well they were all innocent pictures. It wasn't like they were taken of her indecently, or in a compromising situation of some sort. She was letting the situation get to her, blowing it completely out of proportion, it was so very her, and it had to stop.

She looked up into Finn's face and again saw the anxiety plainly written. He really had stuck with her through so many dramatic spells, each and every time he had her back and she loved him so much for it. That's why she felt so safe with Finn. She knew that he loved her, and she knew that if she opened her big, talented, and dramatically inclined mouth, it would be Finn's mission to find whoever was toying with her and go Bravehart on them. While there was a certain appeal to that thought, she knew she couldn't do it. She didn't want to needlessly worry him, and she certainly didn't want to see him get into any trouble over nothing. So she would keep the whole thing to herself. It was bound to blow over eventually anyway, and she knew that she would be enough of a pain with Nationals right around the corner. So she did something she had said she wouldn't do, she lied to Finn.

"Oh! Right, well you know auditions for the duet in the Nationals number are coming up and I really wanted to practice. You know I don't sleep on my competition, Blaine and Kurt have been going at it nonstop and we should too…" she stopped, realizing from the laugh Finn was trying to hold in, the double meaning her words held. "I, um, I didn't mean. I was merely saying that…"

"I know what you meant Rach, let's go upstairs and practice" he teased, playfully nudging her in the side.

In spite of rolling her eyes at her boyfriend, she couldn't deny that a part of her was excited by his words. She knew that she wasn't quite ready for that step yet, but the more time she spent with Finn the more comfortable she became with the idea. The issue of their virginities had come up not too long ago, and she had informed him that she thought they should wait. As she knew he would, Finn respected her wishes. Sure, sometimes he was a little overeager, and occasionally he got a little handsy, but that was to be expected of a teenage boy. And if she was being honest, part of her didn't always want to stop him.

"Inappropriate. You're lucky that you're almost as talented as me, let's go" she replied cheekily, pulling him upstairs.

The couple sang for about two hours until Rachel felt their vocal ranges had been fully tested, and well tuned; sure it had been a spur of the moment plan, but practice was practice and Rachel Berry takes her craft seriously. Then after a quick make out session it was time for Finn to go home.

"So I'll pick you up in the morning?" Finn asked, coming up for air from what had turned into another make out by the front door.

"Yes please, I hope you won't be in any trouble tomorrow for missing practice."

"Don't worry about it Rach, I wanted to be here" he shrugged, playing with the button on his sleeve. "But you're going to have to find another ride home tomorrow, I wish I could bring you, but, you know, practice."

"Yeah, that's fine I'll just catch a ride with Kurt again, or Mercedes."

"Cool, see you in the morning beautiful, love you" he leaned in to kiss Rachel on the forehead.

"Love you too" she called, shutting the door to lock the knob, the dead bolt, and the top latch that she had almost forgotten was there. You know just in case.

After completing her nightly ritual, Rachel felt even more relaxed. She felt refreshed, and ready to take on the next day. It was sure to be a good day, she would make sure of it. Smiling to herself Rachel turned off her bedside lamp, put her pink eye covers in place, and drifted off to sleep. She never noticed the tiny camera hidden in her bookcase, nor did she notice that her window was slightly cracked open.

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