A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, a friend from Norway just visited me, and I've had so much crazy going on that when she left, I didn't even think about the story.

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I got a review saying that it was a bit sudden - the thing between Rachel and Puck, and I agree. It came as a bit of a shock maybe, since it didn't really lead you to that conclusion from the beginning, but I just totally forgot and had to throw it in somewhere. So, I'm sorry if you didn't like the way it was written. Also, I read through the chapters and noticed a few (many) typos but I'm too lazy to change that, so it'll just stay that way. Just remember English isn't my mother language.

Chapter four; the anger

She was getting used to the fear. It was always there, nagging on her; making her paranoid, almost afraid of her own shadow. She knew she really shouldn't let this get to her, this tormenting that this psycho put her through. But she couldn't help it, she really couldn't. She tried so hard to be strong, to not think about it. But that was all she did; think about it. Twenty-four-seven, this man was on her mind. The thought of him being out there somewhere, watching her, made her nauseous. Sick to her stomach.

She'd gotten a few more letters from him, but they didn't contain anything new. It was just the same old thing that he had been writing in all of his other letters. How much he wanted her - to own her. How the time was near. How much he didn't like Finn, etc. And to be honest, she didn't know how long she could keep this up – this façade that everything was perfectly fine. Keeping this thing a secret for her fiancé and Noah was really hard, when all she wanted was to curl up in his arms, tell him everything and let him take care of it and make it go away.

A small vibration in her pocket and the song "Faithfully" ringing out got her out of her thoughts and she hastily pulled her phone out of her pocket, sending an apologetic look to her boss. He gave her a stern look and then continued explaining about the small changes he was making in a play they were doing, which she'd totally zoned out on.

Rachel looked at the caller ID. "My love", it said. She already knew who it was though; she only had "Faithfully" as a ring tone for Finn. Thinking about taking the call, she looked at the nearest exit in the room. It would be really good hearing his voice right now.

"Is everything okay, Rachel? It is very important that you hear this out." Her boss, Eric, had again stopped explained to the others and all eyes were now on her. Smiling, she shook her head and quickly denied the call, then turned her phone on silence-mode.

She should probably pay attention to what he said, anyway. She laid her phone in her lap again, but it vibrated just a second later. It was from Finn.

"I'm sorry to bother you at work, but I was wondering about what time you got off?"

Smiling as she read the text, she texted him back as silently as she could. "Soon."

She couldn't wait to see him, it felt like days since the last time he held her in his arms, even though it was just this morning.

Finn had this all planned out. First, he would take Rachel to her favorite restaurant and leave red rose petals from the front door and all the way to their bedroom. When they were finished there, he would take her to the movies to watch one of her favorite's movies of all time; west side story. Then, when the date was over, he would blindfold her outside the building they lived in, guiding her to the elevator, up to their apartment and straight to their room.

It had been a while since he'd done any kind of romantic gestures for his girlfriend, a while over six months to be more precise. Yes, it was a bit of a cliché, but it was romantic and his girlfriend was a sucker for clichés.

Of course he'd already told Puck to stay the hell away of the apartment tonight, which of course resulted in him getting a sneaky comment thrown in his face about something not tearing the building down and to be nice and "keep quiet so that poor old lady next door can have her beauty sleep without getting disturbed."

Like Puck gave a shit about that old lady's beauty sleep. Actually, when he thought about it, was there really an old lady next door? Well, who cared, tonight was about him and Rachel and he wasn't going to use his time on wondering about who lived next door.

He'd already bought the rose petals and went to their bedroom to hide it, and under the mattress seemed like a pretty good idea. She would never check under there for anything, so it was safe. He then went over to her side of the bed and opened her panty drawer. He knew she should have his favorite underwear there somewhere, and since he knew she was going in the shower when she got home, he thought he could put them on the bed for her. You know, like a hint or something.

He grinned, this was going to one of those nights. Oh yes, it definitely would be. Getting more and more excited by the second, he searched through the drawer without any luck. Where were they?

He finally found the breast holder and picked it up, throwing it on the bed, already in the search for the other piece that would make it complete. Then something caught his eye, something white on the bottom of the drawer, and it was not some fabric of some kind.

Curious, he threw everything on the bed till' the only thing left was a bunch of white envelopes. Grabbing them, he noticed every single one of them had "Rachel Berry" written on the front in the exact same handwriting. A masculine handwriting.

His stomach balled itself into a big knot of nerves and he almost didn't want to read them. What if she was cheating on him? Holding his breath he opened the first one, then the next one and the one after that.

She sighed when she walked out of the door, obviously it had been raining. A lot. It was pouring down and the pavement was covered in water. She hadn't even noticed it before now, usually you could hear the rain hitting the ground. Oh well, she hadn't exactly been paying that much attention to the things happening around her. Turning in the door, she went inside again to get an umbrella.

The walk home was exhausting. The pavement was slippery and she almost fell around three or more times. It was getting dark outside too, which she wasn't so happy about either. And on top of that, she could swear the two men behind her were following her.

They were laughing loudly about something too low for her to hear, yelling for her to slow down. When she just ducked her head and began walking faster, she could hear them picking up the pace.

"Aw, babe, don't be like that!" One of them yelled.

"Come on, we're not going to hurt you, sweetheart. We just wanna talk."

From they're accent, she could tell they were British. They kept on for a while, when it all of a sudden got quiet. Too afraid to turn around and check, scared that they might be right behind her, she just continued walking.

One of her neighbors was on his way out of the building and held the door open for her. She smiled and mumbled a thank you, before hurrying to the elevator.

Her heart was beating hard against her chest from the stress of walking home, and it was nice to know that now at least she was on a safe territory. While she waited for the elevator to come down, she rummaged her purse in the search for her phone.

She had one unread text.

Thinking it probably was Finn telling her to hurry, she distantly walked into the elevator, pushing the button to her floor and read it.

"Don't worry, I took care of those bastards. I won't let anyone hurt you, Rachel. Never."

Reading the text a few times, she wrinkled her brows in confusion. Quickly checking to see if she could reply, she noticed the number was blocked. She sighed. Even though there was no "My perfect little songbird" in there, it wasn't hard to know who the text came from.

She felt numb. She just couldn't feel anything, this was so much more than she could handle. First he stalked her on the whole tour, then found out where she lived and now even got her number.

How? How did he even get her number? It was a private number and there was nowhere it could be found on the internet, and the only people who had it was her friends, family and work.

Hearing the pling from the elevator, telling her that she was on her floor, she slowly walked towards the apartment, preparing herself to face Finn and Puck and pretend that everything was ok.

She opened the door, put on a smile and was about to yell for Finn, but he was standing right in front of her, leaning on the back of the sofa with his arms folded and some white papers in his hand.

She stopped dead on her tracks.

Something was very wrong. His usually happy face was far too serious, his crooked grin replaced by a thin line and his sparkly eyes darkened in anger.

"Finn? What's wrong?"

For a moment it didn't look like he was going to answer, he was just standing there staring at her. Just when she was about to ask again, he straightened up and waved his arm with the papers in.

"What is this, Rach?"

Having a slight, terrifying idea of what it could be, she just stared blankly at him. Then her gaze went to the papers, and for a split second she could see a little of his handwriting. She felt her throat getting tighter, and a feeling of suffocating came over her. No! No, no, no, no. This was all wrong, Finn wasn't supposed to find out about this.

"I…", She shook her head. "I don't know."

She jumped when he suddenly took two big steps and was standing right in front of her, staring down at her. She usually loved their height difference, but as he was hovering over her, she couldn't help but feel like she shrunk under his gaze.

"Don't lie to me!" He yelled, causing her to wince. "How could you hide this from me, Rachel?"

That was the first time he'd called her Rachel in years.

And in a second the numbness went away, leaving her in a chaos of emotions. She felt terror for what might happen. She felt ashamed for not telling him. She felt disgusted with herself. But most of all, she felt angry.

She was angry at her stalker for putting her through this. She was angry at herself for not hiding the letters better. She was angry at Finn for finding them and putting himself in danger. Anger for not going to be able to protect him. And as pathetic as it seemed in this situation, she felt angry at him for looking through her stuff.

With all the emotions building up inside her, she took it out on the one person available at the moment; Finn.

Glee - Glee - Glee - Gleeee!

A/N: Please review, fav or story alert!

Ok, I can't say that I'm too happy with this chapter, it was really hard to write and at the end I just kinda stresset to get it done. But I still hope you guys love it. Just tell me if there's something you'd like to happen or if there's anything else :)