A/N: Hey everyone I am back! And SO incredibly sorry that it has taken me this long to get up a new chapter. Thank you to everyone who has left me a review and to those who've followed/Favorited this story or me as an author, I wouldn't be here with out you all reading my story! So with out further or do let's get on with the chapter :)
Also, if you've just recently read the last chapter and all my notes then there's gonna be a bit of spoiler for Chapter 6 - Sorry.

Previously on Matilda:

"Well now that we're all here I have some exciting news for you all! I have organized for us to go to New York during the summer for one week" Cheers could be heard throughout the room, everyone was buzzing with excitement; all except Rachel she was too busy mentally praying that it wouldn't be the same week as the show. The last thing she wanted to do was to have to lie to her teacher as to why she couldn't go on the trip, or worse run into everyone in the Big Apple.

"Alright guys calm down. Now I know you're all excited about our trip, but you all need approval from parents to go".

Few days past and Mr Shue had given out the paperwork for the trip; people were starting to bring it all back. Almost everyone was going, but not Rachel. It turns out that the NY trip was the same week as the show. Could this be any worse? After talking over with her mother, Rachel had three options: One, she tell Mr Shue the truth about why she couldn't go. Two, She not do the show and go on the trip and have fun with Finn and her team mates or three; Lie to Mr Shue about why she couldn't go with them. She decided to go with option three: lie to her teacher about her reasons for not going.

Finn offered to not go and stay with her for the week, but for obvious reasons she couldn't let him do that.

Walking in the door Rachel could hear the sound of the piano, walking into the music room she found Shelby sitting at the piano playing, what sounded like Quiet from Matilda? Picking up the beat of the piano Rachel began to sing – "Just the sound of your heart in your head and though the people around me. Their mouths are still moving; the words they are forming cannot reach me any more. And it is quiet and I am warm; like I've sailed, into the eye of the storm" Finishing up the end of the song Shelby turned around to face Rachel. "I saw you had the page bookmarked and it brought back some old memories" Smiling Rachel walked up to the piano; where her mother sat "I'm gonna do this song for our Glee Club assignment. It'd be good practise for the show" Nodding her head Shelby stood up from her seat and left the room without another word.

The next day Rachel zoomed through all her classes; anxious to get to practise. Once everyone had sat down and was quiet Mr Shue started the class "Who'd like to go first today?" Rachel's hand shot up quicker than ever, "Looks like Rachel's going first; what song are you doing?" "I'm going to be singing Quiet from Matilda the Musical".

'Have you ever wondered; well I have – about how when I say, say RED! For example there's no way of knowing if red means the same thing in your head as red means in my head, when someone says red.
And how if we are travelling; to almost the speed of light and we're holding a light.
That light would still travel away from us; at the full speed of light. Which seems right in way; what I'm trying to say: I'm not sure, but I wonder if inside my head I'm not just a bit different from some of my friends? These answers that come into my mind unwritten these stories delivered to me fully written.
And when everyone shouts; like they seem to like shouting, the noise in my head is incredibly loud and I just wish they'd stop my dad and my mum, and the telly and stories would stop for just once.

And I'm sorry I'm not quite explaining it right, but this noise becomes anger and the anger is light; and this burning inside me would usually fade but it isn't today! And the heat and the shouting and my heart is pounding, and my eyes are burning!
And suddenly everything, everything is…quiet.
Like silence, but not really silent; just that still sort of quiet. Like the sound of a page being turned in a book or a pause in a walk in the woods, quiet: like silence but not really silent; just that nice kind of quiet.
Like the sound when you lay upside down in your bed. Just the sound of your heart, in your head and though the people around me – their mouths are still moving; the words they are forming cannot reach me any more. And it is quiet and I am warm; like I've sailed, into the eye of the storm'

"Very nice, Rachel." Nodding Rachel went back to her seat, before Mr Shue proceeded to talk about their New York trip. "Right so I've got almost everyone's notes and deposit I just need your stuff Rachel"

This was it the moment of truth – well half-truth. "I'm not going to New York"

Everyone looked at her in shock; this just in Rachel Corcran was not going to the city of her dreams when the opportunity arose! Coming out of shock Will asked the dreaded question… "Why are you not coming?"

This was it she had to make a decision to tell the truth or lie.

A/N: And that's it for another chapter, I know that there wasn't a great deal of things in there that I said I'd put in it but I just went with the flow. Once again let me know what you guys think and what you'd like to see in the future.

Also I know that this is listed as a Rachel/Finn story and there's not been a great deal of Finchel but in the coming chapters there will be! I love you guys so so much and I will see y'all next time, Bye! :)