Will noticed Rachel's behavior sense Monday has been different. She isn't smiling in the hallways, she isn't holding her head high, she's just there. She hasn't even participated in his Spanish class at all. It has been exactly a week sense he called and needed a ride from his student. Finally, when Glee ends Friday he can't take it anymore.

"Rachel," he says as she sits in her seat and the others pile out of the choir room, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she says putting on her fake Broadway smile, "I'm fine."

"Rachel," he sighs sitting in the chair next to her, "What's wrong?"

"It's Finn," she sighs looking at the white tile on the floor, "He told me on Friday when he came over that he wanted to kiss me. So, I told him it was okay if he did. Then, well, we kissed. After we were done kissing he told me not to tell anyone and that he loved Quinn."

"I'm sorry Rach," Will whispers trying to hide the jealousy from his voice.

"I just don't understand," she whispers, "What does Quinn have that I don't? I mean sure she's popular, beautiful, and has confidence. I think I just answered my own question."

"She's nothing compared to you," Will says without thinking, "You're smart, beautiful, kind, a diva at times, but if Finn can't see it then he doesn't deserve you."

Rachel didn't miss his words and she felt her heart skip a beat at them. No man had ever called her beautiful before other than her dads. She wanted to act on her new-found passion, but she remembered their conversation they had not too long ago. She would never be his and he would never be hers; she would have to learn to be okay with that.

"Thank you Mr. Schue," she whispers before standing up, "I better go. I have ballet practice at 6."

"Okay, Rachel," he says smiling at her, "See you Monday."

"See you then," she smiles before turning around to hide the tears.

Will could tell by the slump of her shoulders that she was sad. He wished more than anything that he could make her happy, be the reason for her to smile; but like all things anymore he wasn't that man. He watched the door even after she left, but she never came back while he was in the choir room that day. He nodded to himself thinking, it's going to be a lot worse when he knows there won't be that Monday Glee rehearsal with her in it, that weekend break that seemed longer without her, and that day he would have to say goodbye to Rachel Berry before she walks out to be the hit star on Broadway. They would never get that chance to be together and that, he knew, was one tragedy of many.