AN: Sadly, I do not own Glee. I am not Ryan Murphy (don't let the Kangol fool you.) I am just a super fan with slightly weird fanfic ideas that don't go away until they're posted online. This story deals with the topics of pedophilia, ephebophilia, sexual abuse, and domestic abuse. This story is a darker view of the Schueberry relationship, and it's AU. All you need to know is: Brittana and Klaine are couples in this story. So enjoy!

I got a review that I should move this to the M section just because of the topic, so I decided to go on ahead and do that just for safe-keeping. If is still up to their deleting Rated M fanfics, I'll just post updates on my tumblr page.

This chapter is told from Terri's POV just to give some insight into why she's with Will.

Trigger warning: This chapter deals with mentions of rape and victim blaming.

She knows he's sick. She has known that from the moment they met in high school. She was apart of the popular clique at McKinley, Blonde, tall, skinny and head of the Cheerios. Will Schuester was the tall, skinny pimpled-faced kid with braces that sang in Glee club. He was obsessed with tiny little April Rhodes, obsessed to the point where she could've asked him to jump into moving traffic and he would. Everyone thought he was in love with April's talent. She knew that he was obsessed with April's child-like looks and voice.

Will took every opportunity to outreach to the kids of Lima, from tutoring to voice lessons to being a camp counselor for a few years. Mothers thought it was sweet. Fathers thought "Now there's a honorable man for my daughter to bring home." Nothing about Will Schuester's intentions were honorable. She remembered when they were camp counselors together the summer before senior year out in the country near the lake. He was first to volunteer to teach girls how to swim, first to teach private lessons, first to do bunk checks, and the last back to the counselor dorms. Rumors were spread that year of girls leaving camp early because "they just didn't want to stay anymore." One girl, okay that's understandable. But when five girls left three weeks into camp, she knew that something was up. It wasn't until she walked in on it that she knew.

They had all been drinking. Tommy Abrams snuggled in vodka when they all checked in. They made it through three weeks without anyone almost dying or without the kids beating each other up. It was a cause for celebration and a celebration they would have. Russell Fabray was too busy with his hand up Judy Mitchell's skirt to know about what was going on around them. She had too many drinks, and was stumbling her way out to the docks to cool down when she heard faint crying coming from the equipment shed that held random items to be used on the water. She went up to the door to try to open it, but it was locked. Which she thought was funny cause the door never locked, no many how times the director tried to lock it to keep kids from going in there and hooking up. Maybe some girl was in there with some guy losing her virginity or something. She remembered her first time with that foreign exchange student and that was one of the most painful moments in her life. As she was starting to walk away, she heard a small voice scream the word "Stop!" Her adrenaline kicked in and she tried to break the door down. (She'd regret ramming her shoulder into the door in the morning.)

It wouldn't budge. She tried going around the building to look into the window, when she saw him. Will Schuester, the nerdy glee club kid on top of a 12 year old girl from the pink dorm (it was the dorm of 11-13 year old girls.) The same dorm where two girls already left from (the other 4 girls were from the dorm of McKinley freshman and sophomores who thought it would give them a "in" with all the popular kids that somehow ended up being camp counselors. It never did.) She picked up a rock and threw it through the window. It didn't hit Will or the girl, but it did get him off the girl to run outside and check who was around. She hid behind a huge tree, trying to keep herself from making a lot of noise. Five minutes later, she peaked from behind the tree to see Will carrying the small girl back towards the dorms.

She knew the capabilities of Will Schuester from that night. She never viewed him as the nerdy kid who could sing and dance. She made sure that her friend April would never be alone with the guy. April thought he was just some little nerd, Terri told her a tale of how the two of them hooked up and he never called her back. Surely her friend wouldn't want to be with him now, girl code be damned and all. So April would just ignore him, brush him off whenever he tried to talk to her. (Will would later tell her about his huge crush on her and how she never gave him the time of day.) When senior year started, Will Schuester came into McKinley high with a smaller curly afro, no more braces or acne, and muscles. She tried to fight her attraction to him, she knew better. But overtime she began to gravate towards him. Going to the stupid pep assemblies just to hear him sing, talking to him in study hall, and she even went as far as asking him to be her lab partner.

Over-time, she fell for him. Sure she knew what he was capable of, but maybe that was just something he got out of his system. Maybe those girls just wanted to sleep with him so that they could have a story to tell their friends back in school. She never brought it up to him that she knew, and he never mentioned that summer at camp. All he would say was "Oh yeah, I remember you were the leader of the 8-10 dorm, I was just brought on to teach lessons and things." And that was it. Terri would share stories of drinking and debauchery, even of the one time she hooked up with Russell Fabray when his girlfriend Judy got food poisoning. Will told her that he had some "good times" that summer, but he wouldn't elaborate. He didn't have to.

The two began dating after Will took her to the fall Semi-formal. Her parents loved him, they would gush over the fact that "He cares so much about the youth Terri! Look at all the good things he does! And he's a performer honey! Never let that one go!" So she never did. They got married after graduating from Ohio State. Will tried to go to New York that summer to make it as a performer, but he failed. And following that summer, he began as a substitute teacher for McKinley. She noticed a gradual change in him after that. Before he wouldn't look twice at young girls, I cured him. She would think, but it was nothing like that. She took him out of an environment where he had power over young girls, and now he was back to where he wanted to be. He would come home and tell her all about his students, Never the boys, always the girls.

He would tell her about how girls in his Calculus class would throw themselves at him for a better grade, and he would just brush them off. She knew he never did, especially on the nights he came home from work smelling like vanilla or cotton candy scented body spray. But she ignored it. She was the doting housewife who would work part-time in the day at "Sheets-N-Things" to earn extra money to pay for the trivial things in life she liked. Plus Will didn't want her to work, "I'm the breadwinner Terri!" So despite her degree in Interior Design, she was reserved to working for a little bit above minimum wage. She was reserved to keeping her home clean and her husband satisfied. Some nights she hated herself.

Will would sometimes have her dress up like a schoolgirl during sex. He would ask her to call him "Mr Schuester," and tell him about how "bad" she was in class earlier. She just thought it was some random kink he picked up watching porn. But it wasn't until the first time he let a name slip out of his mouth, a name she knew all too well, that she knew something was up. "Jessica!" She could still hear Will's voice moaning out the girl's name in his ear. Jessica Chapman, a 16-year old bubbly redhead who was on the JV-Cheerios squad (Sue thought she was too "thick" for her varsity team,) the same girl whose mother was the regional manager at Sheets-N-Things, was the girl her husband was cheating on her with. Her first instinct was the call the girl a slut, but she knew about Will's capabilities. She knew that the girl probably wasn't willing, and even if she was, Will was her teacher, someone who had power over, someone who her powers of consent didn't matter. No matter what happened there, it was wrong. But she did nothing. She just laid there every time some other girl's name would come out of his mouth. She would just dress up and act anyway he wanted her to.

Some nights she didn't want to have sex with him. She was beginning to see him as a monster, as someone who deserved to be behind bars. Those nights it never mattered, Will would persuade her into it by telling her "What would your mother think if she knew you weren't being a satisfying wife?" He knew her mom would tell her those things when she would visit. Her mom scrutinized almost everything in their marriage, while thinking Will was some sort of saint. Sometimes those words didn't matter, she still wouldn't want to. But, that never mattered to Will either. You married a rapist Terri, what did you think was going to happen to you. She hated herself more and more, but she could hide the hurt with knowing underneath it all, he loved her.

Despite having his love has her safety net, His birthday's were the worse. He would want her to full-on role-play as one of his students. His flavor of the past three months was Fannie Fabray, the daughter of her high school friends (and occasional hook-up partner) Russell Fabray and Judy Fabray. The girl was stunning, tall with long blonde hair to go with her long legs and her Cheerio's captain position. With parents like Russell and Judy (who were surprisingly devout Christians,) the girl wasn't allowed to date, let alone have sex before marriage without being kicked out of her home. The girl would dress in the skimpiest of clothes, unbeknownst to her parents. She remembered going to take Will lunch one day and she saw the girl in a pair of daisy dukes and a tight red tank top, talking to Will in his office. The door was closed, and the blinds were pulled shut. But she could still peak through a small crack. She could hear her husband laughing over something the girl said. She could see the girl rubbing his arm. From that day, Terri knew she married a sick man, and she knew a part of her had to be sick for marrying him despite it all.

On his birthday, he had her dress up like her. He had her dress up in a Cheerio's uniform, wearing a wig the same blonde shade as Fannie's. He would even moaned out Fannie's name instead of hers. It was degrading, but she accepted it because she loved him. She could forget all the bad he did because he loved her and she loved him. After that night, he wouldn't ask her to role-play as a student anymore. He seemed like he had gotten his need for it all out of his system, he began full-time teaching Spanish which meant more hours spent grading papers or making lesson plans at home while Terri would dote over his attention to his work. He wouldn't even want to have sex unless she initiated it. Everything was going well. It wasn't until after she dragged him to that talent show that same night that she began to see Will for the monster he truly was.

Fucking Rachel Berry. The small girl had stolen the entire show from all the other kids with her big voice and her star power despite her small size. She was smaller than her nephew who for some reason entered the show. The girl had two dads who wouldn't dare not share tales of their talented daughter that night. Will lapped them all up, wanting to hear more about the young girl, telling her dads about how he tried to make it on Broadway but was unlucky. Will never shared that bit of information with people, he felt like it made him a failure. Fucking Rachel Berry and her stupid talent and her stupid dress and headband. Will didn't even want to be at a talent contest with only 4 talented kids and 100 terrible acts. She had to force him there with doing the one thing she hated the most, dressing up as Fannie Fabray. Sure Will didn't ask her to dress up for a while, but he wasn't going to turn it down. Maybe he'll last longer this time.

She saw how he looked at that girl. She saw how he went out of his way to talk to her parents. She even saw the whole "Cake Fiasco" between her husband and the little girl. She knew that there was nothing she could do about Will. He was a pedophile, and she knew it from the moment years ago at Camp. But she didn't care. She didn't care that most of the time her husband couldn't get off to her without there being something she had to endure.

That night was different from his birthday. Sure, he was into the costume and all, but he actually treated her like she was his wife. He was soft, patient, and he even said her name throughout it all. But underneath it all she knew something was up with his whole thing, and she knew the something was Rachel Berry. If only she knew that these past encounters would have nothing on what would happen in six years.

So, how was it? Reviews and story favorites/following are appreciated and wonderful. I'm going to make Friday's my official update day (unless inspiration hits earlier in the week, and you all end up with two new chapters in a week.) The next chapter will have no one's POV, and it will center around Rachel and Co. entering McKinley!