For this one chapter, I am changing my style and it will only be Jacob's POV for this, because honestly, the other way just sucked.

Jacob and Walt pulled up to Rachel Berry's gate and clicked on the intercom. Hearing a voice that wasn't Rachel's, Jacob was a little disappointed, but he didn't let it dampen his spirits. He was finally going to go inside his love's house, the house he had only been able to see from the afar through a telephoto lens.

"You okay kid?" Walt asked, seeing Jacob tremble slightly and have a fine bead of sweat on his upper lip.

"What? Yea, I'm fine. I think something I ate didn't settle to well with me. Are you ready to go in now?" Jacob asked as he started to open the car door.

"Whoa, hold on! Let's get everything ready and map out what kind of pictures we are going to take. I want you to do a wide shot of me asking her questions. I also want a few of her looking like she's thinking of an answer. I need a couple of her smiling, and maybe a couple of her posed around her house. I think that would be good. Whaddya think J?" Walt asked, and realized he wasn't going to get an answer, because Jacob was staring at the house, and he would have sworn he was panting slightly.

Shaking his head, Walt got out of the car and grabbed his briefcase while Jacob followed suit with his camera bag. Jacob was awed by how the large her house actually was, of course staring at it from across the road, on top of a hill in a tree line does have a way of distorting things. Getting to the large door, Jacob eagerly hit the door bell before Walt could, and then looked at Walt sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

Jacob's smile faded slightly when a tall, but slight man came to the door dressed in some runway style. Jacob knew immediately that is was Kurt, Rachel's friend and assistant.

"Good afternoon gentleman. Please come in, the interview will take place in the kitchen. Rachel has fixed California Rolls and banana bread for you to snack on. Please help yourself, Rachel will be here in a just a minute." Jacob wanted to jump up and down and dance a jig! Rachel had prepared food that he loved. She must have known that he was coming and wanted to tell him slyly that she loved him. Because the quickest way to a man is through his stomach. Sitting next to Walt, Jacob took one of the small plates that had been left out and helped himself to the delicious food, savoring the fact that Rachel Berry had prepared it with her own hands. When he was finished, while Walt wasn't looking, he slipped his fork into the closed compartment in his camera case.

Looking around the kitchen, memorizing every detail of it, Jacob heard Rachel's voice. He stopped breathing for a second. "No, you don't have to sit in on the interview. You've already done their checks, so there really is no issue. Just go outside and figure out what needs to be done for the pool party next weekend. I'll be fine and Mercedes will be with me, so stop worrying and always trying to keep an eye on me."

Jacob heard a soft but low voice, "That's what my job description says. If I don't keep an eye on you, then I'm not doing my job." Jacob heard the French doors to slam. That must be part of her security the magazine was told about. Nice to know he was going to be outside, because then Jacob could do some snooping inside.

As he was thinking about where he wanted to explore, he heard her voice, soft, light, lyrical. It made him stop breathing. "Good afternoon. Sorry for the small wait. I like to be punctual, but I was in the middle of a conversation. I'm Rachel Berry, by the way." Jacob saw her hold out her hand in greeting, and saw Walt shake it, and then it was offered to him. Jacob wiped his palms on his new jeans because his palms were dripping with sweat, and then shook her hand. God, it was so soft and smooth, with perfectly polished nails and neatly trimmed cuticles. She was perfection.

Jacob watched as she sat down at one of her cushy kitchen chairs, very delicately, very lady like. With the sun coming from the window, it looked like she was bathed in a golden halo, and all Jacob wanted to do was stare, but he didn't want to creep her out or anything, so he looked down at his camera bag trying to act cool and nonchalant.

Walt had started the interview with asking about Rachel's past, like how she knew her manager and assistant and basic background stuff. Jacob invisibly rolled his eyes, already knowing all of this information, so even though he didn't want to miss being in her presence, he wanted to explore her house.

Waiting for a pause in the questions and answers, Jacob asked Rachel in a breaking voice, "May I use your bathroom please?"

Of course she was generous, and smiled as she pointed him to a bathroom near the hallway juncture. Taking his camera bag with him, because it had thousands of dollars worth of camera equipment in it, Jacob walked toward the bathroom and opened the door, then shut it and quietly crept to the first room he found, which was the living room. Seeing all of her knick knacks on the mantel, Jacob let his fingers caress the pieces reverently. The whole idea that she lovingly picked out each one sent shivers down his spine. Knowing this would be an excellent place for pictures, Jacob placed a small, innocuous looking candle amongst the candles, which hid a camera in its base, and took one of her candles and hid it in his bag. He aimed his camera at her couch and overstuffed chair which she loved to sit in and read. Thank god he took notes while he took his pictures. Checking the picture on his phone, when he got it seeing everything he wanted he locked it down and left, but not before he grabbed a crystal star that stood near the back of the mantel. Surely she wouldn't miss something so small.

Walking into a bedroom, Jacob noticed it was occupied, and probably by a man, Kurt maybe? The bedroom was navy, khaki and red, with a computer on a corner desk. It was neat, and there wasn't a lot of personality in the room, but maybe Kurt had this room for when he had to spend the night. Thinking this could be a way to get lots of information on Rachel and see her get fitted for dresses, Jacob set up a small camera behind one of the pictures hanging on the wall, so it wasn't apparent and it looked like one of the nails. Looking at the desk, Jacob saw a large coppery looking coin that looked like it was old, worn and nicked. Thinking it might be a memento of Rachel's or maybe one of her dads, he pocketed it. Looking around, he wondered why Rachel would have Kurt spend the night if he lived in the same town. Of course there were those late nights, but still, knowing that there was a man that wasn't him staying in the house pissed him off. Opening the closet, he saw clothes that were much too large for slight Kurt. This room must've belonged to BFG! No one should be living with Rachel. He, Jacob Ben-Israel, was the only one allowed to live at her house.

Looking through the desk draws, Jacob found thumb tacks for the corkboard, and he pulled the comforter back and laid the tacks out, points up and covered them up carefully with the sheet and the comforter. Jacob wasn't a violent person, but he wanted to see the sleeper in pain, and smiled in pleasure at the picture of all thumb tacks in his back, the agony on his face and the blood trickling down his back. .

Seeing the window open, Jacob looked outside for the male voice he heard earlier and obviously slept in this room, but didn't see anyone there. Looking at the time and realizing he had been gone longer than he should have been, Jacob went back to the kitchen, giving the excuse, "Sorry, irritable bowel syndrome." Jacob saw Rachel quirk her mouth in a TMI manner, and Walt gave him a crazy look.

Sitting down on a stool, Jacob took out his camera and started snapping some random pictures of Rachel and Walt. Jacob loved the way she looked through his lens. She was a perfect goddess. Jacob was only half listening to Walt, when one question sparked his interest, "So Rachel, so you're having a fan issue, like many celebrities. What kind of things are you doing to keep yourself safe?"

Jacob waited with baited breath to know how his princess was protecting herself, since he couldn't protect her. "I can't say a lot, but I have upped my personal security and where I go the security has been upped too. I'm working with a very professional and thorough security team, and they are also trying to find the crazed fan. I feel very safe and secure." Jacob saw a small smile creep onto Rachel's lips as she talked about feeling safe. He decided he didn't like that smile on her. It was a secretive type of smile, and he wanted her to smile like that about him.

"Is there anything else you can tell us about this issue and what you're doing?"

"Not really. My security firm has asked that I don't make any comments, just so I don't escalate this fan and not put my security in danger. Is there anything else you need to know that doesn't deal with this subject?"

As Walt wrapped up the interview, Jacob finished taking pictures that he and Walt had talked about. As they finished, Rachel shook both of their hands and led them out to the front door.

Walking to the car, Jacob was on cloud nine. Nothing was going to bring him down from this high, not even a glimpse of the BFG in the review mirror as they pulled out of the driveway. As he and Walt road back to the office in silence, with Jacob thinking about everything he saw, and reliving the interview, but instead of leaving at the end, Rachel was guiding him back to her bedroom.

"Jacob, we're here! Wake up!" Jacob felt Walt punch him. He must have fallen asleep on the way back to the office. Walking back into the offices, Walt told him it would be a couple of day before the article was finished, but he wanted at least ten shots to pick from. Jacob knew every shot was perfect, they were all about Rachel, but he uploaded the pictures he took and started going through them, looking for some that would fit Walt's specifics.

He also flipped his phone on and starting looking at the divided screen and the camera's he had placed in her house. He needed to make sure she was safe, because obviously BFG couldn't even keep John Mayer away from her, even though he did do a good job of cleaning up that debacle. Staring at the screens, he saw BFG sitting at a computer in the bedroom that Jacob had snuck in; of course Jacob BFG would be living at his loves house. That just incensed the photographer. How dare that man live at HIS house, the one he would share one day with Rachel. He then saw Rachel sitting on her couch, reading what looked like a script, drinking iced tea with a lemon wedge in it. She was just so classy. In the kitchen he saw Mercedes and Kurt looking at a laptop and talking on the cell phones.

At the end of the day, Jacob walked over to his car and left to go back to his small apartment. He hoped that Rachel would some day understand all the sacrifices he made so that they could be together. Living in an efficiency apartment sucked, but he needed most of his money to buy the equipment and things to make sure that his love was safe and sound, and so he could afford to take time off keep an eye on her.

Sitting down at his computer and bringing up the screens that had been on his phone, Jacob watched as Rachel, Mercedes, Kurt and BFG left the house through the kitchen. Why weren't they using the front door? Oh yeah, they were parking in the garage now, so they must be going out for dinner.

Grabbing a frozen dinner and throwing it in the microwave, Jacob dreamt of where Rachel was going to eat. Even though she was vegan, a lot of the more famous restaurants carried signature dishes for her or offered vegan fare. Jacob let his mind wonder to the restaurants he knew of, like Spago's or her favorite The Inn of the Seventh Ray, a restaurant that served both vegan and earth friendly meat. Wondering if he should go and find her or stay home; the high he was feeling from being with her most of the day left him staying at home, watching some recorded shows that she guest starred in.

Taking out his mementos from her house, he fingered the, caressing them ever so gently. The only thing that didn't fit was the worn coin. It was larger than currency, like a ceremonial coin and it was rather old, it appeared to have had been rubbed quiet a bit, causing it to start to smooth out and shine. Even the nicks were becoming smooth. He washed the fork and placed the candle, coin and fork in the display cases he kept in his gold star closet. The star though, representing his star, since metaphors were important, and placed in next to his bed, so every night before he went to sleep, and first thing in the morning, he would see his shining star.

After putting away his treasures, he stared absently at the screen until she appeared, he thought of how fun the weekend would be when she had her pool party. Even though she had tried to keep in low key, some of the guests were talking about it, and luckily, being at a celebrity magazine, he was able to learn about it. He was so glad he had that spot in the woods just off the border of her property.

With that, Jacob smiled, leaned back, closed his eyes, and dreamt of a sweet voice that belonged to his future wife, Rachel Barbra Berry Ben-Israel.

Again, thanks Mida212 for your help in turning up Jacob's creep factor.