Hey guys! This is only a short filler to get the story to where I need it to be. The next chapter will be longer, I just thought Id stop here to give you guys an update on what our girls are doing right now :)

And for those of you who cant handle Faberry and Julyberry feels in the same fic… I am sorry… kind of.

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Cassie was miserable. Rachel had been ignoring her texts, refusing to look at her in class and it seemed as if all of the joy from the girl had been lost. The teacher had no idea that Rachel clearly felt so much for her, that she was hurt so deeply by a stupid jibe from her. It hurt Cassie more than she expected it to not to have Rachel in her life the way she was. She knew that what she felt towards her student was starting to get more and more unteacherly with every passing encounter between them, but she didn't think that it would feel like her heart was being ripped out of her chest.

She sat in her window seat, the window cracked open as she took another drag of her cigarette, inhaling the smoke and enjoying the burning sensation as it moved into her lungs. She held it there for a few seconds, feeling the nicotine flood into her system, before releasing it. She didn't smoke often. She knew that it was bad for her stamina and her voice. In fact, Cassie hadn't had a single cigarette since the second time Rachel had come round. She was too preoccupied with other things to even think that she wanted to smoke. Things like being happy or whatever.

She quickly dismissed the thought. Cassandra had not been happy in a long time, ever since her Broadway debut. How the hell had Rachel managed to worm her way into her life and make her smile and make her start singing in the shower again? She wasn't that person anymore, and it scared her that Rachel was brought that back out in her. The singer was breaking through the walls that Cassie had spent so long putting up and trying to protect.

Her last conversation with Rachel flashed through her mind as she looked at the untouched bottle of vodka between her feet. She had basically called Rachel a whore, and she hated herself for it. Cassie had deeply insulted and offended Schwimmer in a way that she hadn't ever done to anyone before, all because she was a fucking coward.

After throwing the end of her cigarette out of the window, she reached for the bottle and played with it in her hands. Cassie had been sober for almost three months now, but she always had a bottle in her house. It was her safety blanket that she thought she needed, just in case times got too hard and she just needed to drink.

She had to figure out a way to get Rachel to talk to her. The blonde got up from her perch and placed the bottle back in the cupboard. She checked her phone to see if Rachel had gotten back to her, but she hadn't. Cassie huffed before going to bed.

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Kurt handed Rachel a mug of hot chocolate and joined her on the couch.

"Are you going to tell me what's up yet, Rachel?" The boy sighed. Rachel had been shutting him out for the last week and a half. She was starting to really worry him.

The brunette just shrugged in response before taking a sip of her drink.

"You make the best chocolate." Rachel commented, steering the conversation away from her. When Kurt didn't respond, she looked up at him. "Look, I know you're worried and trying to be a good friend, but I just, I cant right now, Kurt. I really don't want to talk about it."

It was true, she didn't. Even if Kurt did know everything. Rachel was still far too embarrassed about the ordeal to want to talk about and she had been hurt more than Finn had ever hurt her before. Cassie had feelings for her, it was so obvious.

A small part of Rachel was angry with herself for not staying and fighting for their relationship, but then their cover would have been blown. She couldn't have stayed in that room, teary eyed, while another class came in.

It didn't help either that Cassie kept trying to contact Rachel. The singer swore that after the treatment she received from Finn, she would get out at the first big mister meaner, so she was trying to stay true to her word. She wanted to believe all of Cassie's 'I'm sorry, I'm an ass' texts, but she had to look after herself and her dreams. She wanted to be on Broadway and nothing was going to stop her. If under all of this, Cassie was just playing some twisted scheme to break her and crush her dreams, then she wasn't going to win. Rachel was going to play Fanny Brice in Funny Girl, no matter what.

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Another week went by and Rachel still kept to herself. Kurt was entirely ready to stage an intervention and had gotten in contact with the only person that he thought would be able to get Rachel out of her funk. Quinn was set to arrive at the weekend, as there was no way that she would be able to skip any of her lectures. Rachel had no idea that her high school sweetheart was going to come down, but Kurt hoped that it would be what Rachel needed. They had stayed friends after they broke up, and he hoped that Quinn would be the friend she needed right now.

Rachel was doing whatever she needed to get by, but most of the time, she was just going through the motions. She made sure that she left her Dance Classes with the majority of the class so that Cassie wouldn't be able to call her back, and it had been three days since the teacher had apparently given up on trying to contact her.

It was Wednesday. Their class had been below average by most of the students' standards. Truth be told, Cassie couldn't bear to be in the same room with Rachel anymore. Not while she was so broken.

As Rachel walked down the hallway, away from what used to be her favourite lesson, she felt her phone buzz. She pulled it out to find a text from Cassie.

There's a box of your things at my place. If you want to pick them up, come by tonight whenever you want. C xx

Rachel read and reread the text. She didn't know what she wanted to do. Was this just another scheme from Cassie to just humiliate her further?

The singer sighed and made her way towards her next class, trying to compose herself as she went. The last thing she needed was for Carmen to start worrying about her and watching her every move.

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Cassie sat on her couch, staring at her bottle of vodka. She didn't want to move. She couldn't. What if Rachel didn't come? What if she really had hurt the girl too much?

She got home from work, took off her make up and pulled her hair out of its tie and got into comfortable clothes. She kept telling herself that if Rachel wasn't there within the next ten minutes, she would have a drink. Then ten minutes passed and she told herself to wait another ten minutes. She couldn't be drunk in case Rachel did show up, but at the same time, the blonde just wanted to drown her sorrows.

Rachel made her better. She made Cassie a better person, and she made Cassie want to stop drinking and make herself better.

At almost nine o'clock, there was a weak knock at the door, Cassie almost didn't hear it. She got up and rushed to the door, opening it a little too quickly. What she saw when she opened the door, made her want to be sick.

Rachel was stood there, wearing a skirt that would probably be more suited as a belt. Her shirt revealed far too much skin and her hair was in tacky curls. Her make up was ridiculous and Cassie knew that the singer was making a point.

"Please tell me that you didn't come on the subway like that?" Cassie asked as she stepped to the side, allowing Rachel into her apartment.

"Well I am trying to get some more clients. I have to make a living some how." The girl sniped on her way in.

"Don't be like that, Schwimmer." The blonde sighed and closed the door.

"You're the one who called me a whore, Miss July, so forgive me for thinking I was otherwise." Rachel bit out, standing with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I didn't say that, and you know it." Cassie steeled herself. This conversation was already not going the way she wanted it to.

"You implied it, which is as good as saying it. Can I just have my stuff back please? It's getting late and business gets good at this time of night." Cassie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair before retrieving Rachel's things. "That's also my shirt you're wearing." The brunette muttered as she took the box from her teacher's arms.

"Oh," Cassie looked down at the shirt she had on. It was indeed Rachel's. With only a second of hesitation, she pulled it over her head and put on the top of the box. "I didn't realise, sorry."

The pair stood there in awkward silence. Rachel didn't want to leave just yet, she knew that this was the last time that she would be in Cassie's company like this and she just wanted to soak it in for a little longer. Cassie didn't want to say anything that would make the situation worse, but at the same time, she didn't know what to say to make it better.

"You're not a whore, you know, Rachel." She tried, shaking the singer out of whatever trance she was in.

"I know." Rachel shrugged and moved towards the door. She was slightly disappointed when Cassie didn't try to stop her. "Because I wasn't sleeping with you because you were giving me money." Before Cassie could say anything else, Rachel was gone out of the door. She wanted more than anything to chase after the girl, but she would probably get aresseted for indecent exposure. By the time she had grabbed something to wear, Rachel would have been long gone.

So instead, she leaned against the door. The cold wood against her forehead was calming as she remembered all of the times she had been here in this position only with Rachel between her and the door. Cassie thought about all of the times that she had to stop herself from spilling those three words that would change her life.

Maybe that's what she needed to do to get Rachel back. What would it really hurt to bare everything to this girl who was already hurting her more than she ever believed was possible? Surely if Rachel knew her true feelings, she wouldn't be able to hurt her more than this.

Rachel said it herself, she wasn't sleeping with her because Cassie was paying her, and she was there because she wanted to be. Rachel had to have feelings for her too, right?

The blonde banged her head against the door in frustration. She felt stupid, like she was a teenager all over again. She was thirty three for fuck sake!

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