The next morning, Rachel woke up to find herself in her bed, still dressed. For a second she forgot what had happened the night before, but then it all came back in her mind. She couldn't block all the memories, and screamed in fear. Ten seconds later she heard thumping on the tiled floor and then saw Finn standing at her door, in basketball shorts, and nothing else with a gun in his hands. She felt the tears spring to her eyes as she realized that this was her life now; every time she yelled or screamed or was scared, a man with a gun would come running. She didn't like it; she didn't like it at all.

There were lots of starlets that would love to have a handsome man be at their beck and call, but not Rachel. She liked her freedom and independence, and having a bodyguard definitely didn't allow for that. He had to have her schedule early; he had to go everywhere with her; he would always be around. The thought of losing her independence because a creepo was stalking her made her feel even worse!

Looking at him through her tears, she saw him lower his gun and walk towards her. Sitting on the edge, he let the gun lay on his thigh as he looked at her with his lifeless brown eyes, "Tell me what's wrong? Let me help you." His soft voice, soothing, protective, disguising how hard and cold he really was, or at least in Rachel's eyes.

Shaking her head she whispered, "I'm just overwhelmed with all of this, that's all." Motioning to nothing at all, but meaning everything. Looking at him closely, her eyes narrowing in curiosity, she had to ask, "Did you put me to bed last night and take my makeup off?" Curious how a big man like him could do such a delicate act and not wake her up.

She saw pink start to tinge his cheeks. As she went to lay her hand on his in thanks, she had a warm feeling flow from where she was touching him, up her body and to her heart. She looked up at him in shock at the feeling and it dawned on Rachel that he was sitting there in just a pair of shorts. She couldn't help but look at Finn, and she really, really liked what she saw. He was very muscular, with strong chiseled Pecs and abs. He had a native tattoo that circled his upper bicep, and the words "Semper Fi" over his heart. Looking at him with a smile firmly in place, she whispered, "thank you for taking care of me last night. Finding that envelope in my car terrified me."

She felt him move his hand away from hers and felt his weight lift off the bed, looking up; she saw the grim line of his mouth set again, "That's my job Miss Rachel. I will take care of you, no matter what, as long as I'm in your employment." With that, Rachel watched Finn walk out of her bedroom, ending their intimate moment. More curious about him now that she knew he could be sweet and gentle. She wondered how she could bring more of that sweet, gentle side of him. If she couldn't find a way, then having Finn as a bodyguard was going to be hard.

Getting up, she wrapped herself in her fluffiest robe and slippers and padded out to the kitchen. Looking at her phone, she saw texts from Mercedes and Kurt saying they were going to 24 Elite to get their windows taken care of, per Finn's instructions, and would be a bit, so don't make breakfast for them. Rachel sighed, because she loved making breakfast for her friends. It made her feel like she had a family. Something that she seriously missed out in LA. Breakfast had always been a big deal with her and her dads, so it was important that she continue that tradition out west.

Making coffee, Rachel looked up and saw Finn walk into the kitchen, dressed now in jeans and a Reds t-shirt, his hair, damp from a shower. Again, her she stopped breathing for a second, and then scolded herself for losing herself again when she looked at him. It was hard though, he was gorgeous, like movie star gorgeous, and she should know, because she was a movie star too.

"Coffee?" she offered, pulling out a small cup for herself and the largest mug she could find for him. "What do you like to eat for breakfast Finn? Eggs, fruit, pancakes, waffles, muffins, omelets, biscuits and gravy? You want it, I'll make it." As she poured the coffee for the two of them, she hadn't heard an answer, and when she looked up as she slid the mug over the counter to him, she saw a look of shock on his face. Wondering if she had done something wrong, she asked, "What's the look for? Do you not eat?"

"You're the first client to ever ask me what I want. Normally, I eat whatever the help eats, which is like cereal or if there is a generous cook, the extras from the morning meal. By the way, where is your help?" Finn said, looking at her with an arched eyebrow. Rachel felt herself blush, but Finn was part of her little family now, and she was going to treat him as one.

"I don't have any help. If I'm having a big party or something, but only then. I take care of my house, do my own cooking, shopping, with Kurt's help and such. I do have a gardener though, just because I have a smoggy brown thumb. When I'm busy with a project though, I may hire a housekeeper to come in once a week, and Kurt does my grocery shopping then, but I like doing things myself. It makes me feel grounded. Besides, I love to cook, so tell me what you want to have this morning so I can bowl you over with my culinary skills; you are part of my little family right now. You're like the cousin coming to visit over summer vacation." Rachel explained, thinking of a good metaphor.

Looking into his eyes, she saw sadness wash over them. He really didn't have a choice in anything in his life, and that made her feel awful. "Well, since it is just you and me for breakfast because Cedes and Kurt are at 24 Elite, what would you love to eat for breakfast?" She gave him her most endearing smile, hoping that he saw she was sincere.

"I really love chocolate chip pancakes and sausage." Finn said in a low tone, like a child waiting to be scolded. Rachel could hear the uncertainty in his voice, like she was playing with him.

"Your wish is my command Finn. Do you like chocolate sauce or maple syrup on your pancakes?" Rachel asked as she starting pulling ingredients out for the pancakes and sausage out of the freezer smiling, and thinking it was totally cute that he liked such a childhood favorite.

Finn watched Rachel mix batter and fry up sausage while she hummed some tune. No one had ever asked him what he wanted for breakfast unless he went out. She was definitely different than his other clients, which was a nice change. Most of them had been very demanding, and as soon as they didn't follow his directives, he left. Finn was the only one in the company that could do that, because after what he had been through in the Marines in Ohio, Sylvester was willing to allow him to leave an assignment without retribution.

The smell of chocolate chip pancakes and sausage brought him out of his thoughts. Looking down, he stared at the huge stack of pancakes in front of them, and when she said, chocolate chip, she meant it. He poured maple syrup over the sausage and just buttered the pancakes that were more chocolate then pancake. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. It reminded him of the ones his mom used to make him; when life was happy and full of love and potential.

Looking over at Rachel, he saw her only eating some fresh fruit and yogurt. "Aren't you hungry? You didn't make all of this just for me did you?" Finn said, with a frown on his face.

"No, I'm a vegan, so I don't eat meat or anything from animals, and I love fresh fruit and vegan yogurt. But just because I don't eat anything from animals, doesn't mean I won't cook it for my friends and family. It's not fair to force my lifestyle on others. The only thing is one breakfast a week is totally vegan, so that may be a day you want to go out for breakfast if you don't like it." She told him as she smiled at him a smile that made him feel better. He noticed that when Rachel smiled, it felt like things would be better in the world, even though he knew the world wasn't a happy place.

"Well, Miss Rachel, these are the best pancakes I have had in a very long time. They're delicious, and about your vegan breakfast; I'll have to like them, because unless you are going out to breakfast, then I am with you at all times. Just remember that, okay." Finn said as he swirled the last bit of sausage in the maple syrup and chewing it up. When he finished, he started filling up the sink with soap and hot water, to clean up the dishes.

"What are you doing Finn? You don't need to clean the dishes!" Rachel said, trying to turn the water off, but Finn was too big and was blocking her from doing so.

"Miss Rachel, I was raised by my mom, and if someone was nice enough to fix you a meal, then you need to be nice enough to clean up for them, so that's what I'm doing. My mom would've killed me if I didn't do this, so I am." Finn said as he started scrubbing the griddle and pan Rachel had used.

"So does that mean you're going to be doing dishes every morning?" Rachel said, raising an eyebrow at him in skepticism. She saw him nod as he was rinsing off the dishes. "I do have one request for you Finn, please stop calling me Miss Rachel. It makes me feel like an old lady, and I hope I'm far from an old lady. Please just call me Rachel." As she put her hand on his arm, he felt something like molten heat course through him.

Pulling his arm back from her, he looked at her, really looked at her while he thought of his response. Her dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her face, youthful looking without all the makeup. Her lips were stained from the strawberries and blackberries she had been eating for breakfast. The fluffy robe made her appear so tiny, almost like a doll. She looked like someone that has always needed to be protected, and here he was protecting her from a big, bad, unknown monster. But like she said, she wasn't an old lady, she was a vivacious young star, and he was in some ways her peer, so he could do it, "Okay, I'll call you Rachel. Sorry about that. It's just a way for me to keep things professional and a lot of my other clients insist upon it, so I do it out of habit. I'm sorry."

He heard her laugh, and he had never heard anything so perfect, looking up he saw that huge grin again. Something that made things seem better. Finishing the dishes, he started wiping his hands off, when he heard a loud, "Diva, where are you girlfriend?" followed by Rachel's manager and assistant. Finn watched as Mercedes came and gave Rachel a huge hug, as she pulled out the schedule for the day, and watched as Kurt walked over, kissed her cheek and started gushing about all the rave reviews she got for her sundress at the premiere.

Finn could feel the corners of his mouth wanting to turn up, but he kept them down. He was a bodyguard, not part of Rachel Berry's family. He had to stay professional all the time. Grabbing the schedule for the next few days, Finn grabbed his coffee and went back to his room to do his checks on the places and people, leaving the trio to do whatever it was they did.

Jacob sat in his spot amongst the trees on the hill across from her house watching Rachel Berry's house, and with his telephoto lens, could see his Rachel making mystery man breakfast. The only good thing was he knew he didn't sleep with her. He had seen him come from the other side of the house in the morning. Jacob had snapped lots of pictures of fresh faced Rachel. She was perfect looking with her freshly scrubbed face, messy hair and bathrobe on. He dreamt as he watched her make breakfast, that it was him sitting at the island, and not BFG (Big Fuckin' Giant). He dreamt it was him that she was smiling at and laughing with. Of course BFG didn't seem to smile or laugh. How could his sweet vivacious Rachel be with someone who seemed to be such a downer?

Jacob knew he was going to have to figure out who BFG was, and how to eliminate him from his sweet Rachel's life. They guy was tall, and built. Jacob could tell from how his Reds T-shirt fit him. Jacob, on the other hand, wasn't built out, but he liked to think he was sinewy. He could protect his darling if he needed to. Continuing to observe his competition, Jacob wondered if the guy ever combed his hair. Even though it was only the second time he had seen it, it was messy looking, kind of sticking out and up, where as he always took time to pick out his curls to create the glorious halo of hair that surrounded his head. He knew when Rachel would finally place her hands on it, she would love how soft and bouncy his hair was.

Looking through his lens again, he saw BFG get up after Mercedes and Kurt walked in. BFG had dead brown eyes. There didn't seem to be any life in them at all, and he never smiled. His mouth was always set in a grim line. Where as he had warm brown eyes hidden behind his black rimmed glasses. Jacob felt it gave him a Clark Kent/Superman type feel. And he always smiled when he was looking at his lovely Rachel. How could a man with a soul not smile looking at that lovely woman? Looking at the difference in height between BFG and Rachel, he knew it would never work out. BFG was a good foot taller then his starlet, and it would be awkward to kiss or do anything, where as he, Jacob was the perfect 5'10", just perfect to be slightly taller than Rachel, but not too tall to make her look like a dwarf.

Jacob kept taking pics, and notes on things he saw. He also noticed a black utility van pull up to the gate. Taking a pic of the driver, some dude with a Mohawk, Jacob continued to watch in interest. Looking on, he saw Mr. Mohawk, and some blonde headed guy with a huge mouth come out of the van, and be met by BFG. He saw them shake hands and then walk to the back of the van, looking at what was inside.

Then she came out too, this time wearing shorts and a cute pink tank top and flip flops, her hair still in its pony tail. She shook hands with the two new men and listened to whatever BFG was saying. Jacob really didn't like how she looked up at him with her big eyes. After a few, she and BFG went into the house and the van was moved to the side and things brought out, rolls and rolls of something and several new doors.

As he watched the men, he saw them putting some type of heavy film over the windows that made them look like mirrors. Trying to snap a picture, Jacob looked at his display and cursed, all it showed was light being reflected, like a mirror, and they were putting the film on all the windows. Jacob new that meant no more pictures of his lovely in her house. Whatever the film was prevented him from taking intimate pictures of her now. He'd just have to find a new way to get his pictures.