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In this chapter everything is revealed...

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If the club thought the atmosphere was cold and heartless before then they obviously didn't know the meaning of cold and heartless.

You know how they say once you own up or tell the truth you're supposed to feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders? Well Rachel didn't. She was still silently waiting for that to come, that sigh of relief, that feeling that just maybe everything will be okay...

The bombshell had been dropped, after all. So she should be leaping to her teammates sides, thanking Mr Schuester for understanding, and breaking out into a song that sums up their wrongdoings.

I mean, in her mind, that's what should be happening.

But then again, where there is a bombshell, there is an explosion. Maybe the silence that was gradually swallowing her whole, pulling her to the ground and super-gluing her to the spot, was just the anticipation of the disaster to come. As her dad's always warned her, expect the calm before the storm, sweetie, the calm before the storm...

She didn't like the look on Mr Schuester's face. A frown clearly evident, maybe even purposely evident, across his brow indicating his building fury. Now he shared a look with Miss Pillsbury – again. The guidance counsellor's eyes, as large and innocent as they may be, were now full with confusion, uncertainty and aspects of embarrassment. Unless Rachel had assumed wrong, then there was definitely some embarrassment there, only to be enhanced by the crimson shade of her cheeks. Her director had now turned back to stare at the young girl. He needed an explanation. And he was searching for one from Rachel.

Prepare for the storm, she told herself as she squinted her eyes briefly shut before opening them again. She half expected it to all be a dream, but alas, it wasn't.

"What do you mean, you set us up?" Mr Schue's voice was drained of any emotion, sounding just as serious as her math teacher had when explaining algebra to Brittany, and that yes, the alphabet was part of math as well as English.

How could she break it to her two favourite teachers that the glee club, of all people, had been up to the same tricks Miss Sylvester achieved on a daily basis? "We um..." she paused racking her brain for a pleasant, less earth shattering, take on their recent events, "We just wanted to see you both happy", she exclaimed forcing a please-don't-kill-me smile onto her face. "So we... tried to hook you up with each other". Her eye sight was locked on her clasped hands in front of her. She fiddled with her nails for a moment letting her words sink in and take effect.

She loved the support and encouragement she was receiving for her fellow club members. Their inspiring silent shuffles and unspoken cheers were really urging her on...

"You did what?" Now that was not the voice of a happy man.

"We just wanted to see you happy". Her eyes were pleading with Miss Pillsbury's now who appeared at least a little calmer then her Spanish teacher.

Mr Schue closed his eyes and sighed deeply. "So you set us up".

"It isn't what it seems-"

"Well what is like then Rachel? Because at the moment, I'm finding it hard to understand". His face was turning purple and she saw Emma fidget uncomfortably where she was standing moving hesitantly away from Will. Oh gosh, Rachel clenched her jaw. This really wasn't supposed to cause any harm. It was starting to look like they'd done more damage than good.

"I... just, we... I don't know", Rachel's voice was more like a whisper now as she trailed off at the end hiding her face behind her hair. She didn't want to see Mr Schuester's angered face anymore.

She thought it would be easy to explain to them, easy to tell them the truth. But actually, it was kind of hard. Her usual, sometimes irritating, confidence was shrivelling up inside her, soaking up like a sponge. She wanted nothing more than to run home, cuddle up in her bed and continue to work her way through numerous musicals in a new order she had recently started. Last week she decided to watch all the musicals she owned, DVD and video, in alphabetical order. So far she was up to the letter M. Her shiny copy of Moulin Rouge! awaited her...

All she had to do was click her heels together three times and say 'there's no place like–'

"–Will someone please explain to me what's been going on?" Her teacher's voice startled her and she opened her eyes to view her black Mary Janes. She sighed. If only they were red and glittery.

Her head was still hanging low while distant mumbles from her teammates reached her ears. Could they not see she needed some help here? It wasn't often that she, Rachel Berry, remained quiet at times of panic, or at any time at all, so could they not take the hint?

Gulping she rose her head and mumbled to herself, "We really didn't mean any harm". Mr Schuester looked down at the small, suddenly shy girl, her body language reading that she was scared and frail, almost like she would break if he shouted at her once more. He may be in a state of utter confusion and feeling a growing overwhelming shame for his kids, but he still knew how to be respectful. In other words, if Rachel wouldn't tell him, then someone else would.

"Well", he began turning his body away from Rachel and to the other uncharacteristically quiet teenagers, "Anyone else care to explain?" He shrugged his shoulders taking a step closer to the group leaving Emma with a nervous brunette.

Emma sneaked a glance at the aspiring star standing next to her. Did they actually care that much to try and fix her with their dream worthy director? She flushed quickly snapping her head away from Rachel and eyed the scene ahead of her. She was not happy about this. Not happy... although, it was kind of sweet. She shook her head of her wandering thoughts and retreated to her unimpressed stature. Her eyes were not at all focused on the behind of her 'other half'...

Opening his mouth to ask again, Quinn stopped him in his steps as she hesitantly rose from the comfort of her seat. Will stopped pacing and lifted his head to view her.

"Quinn?" he asked but it sounded more like an order for the quiet blonde to start talking.

She tried hard not to flinch at the sharp edge to her teacher's voice before she went to speak. "Mr Schuester, I'm sorry, we should have never attempted to play matchmaker and we all know that we are in the wrong now, so please could you listen while I explain?" Quinn made eye contact with her director her gaze pleading for his assurance that he would stay calm. "It's just like you said before Mr Schue... we need to put the negativity behind us and move on. So this is us", she scanned over everyone in their seats and then up to Rachel by the piano, "trying to put things right".

Okay, so the Cheerio had possibly started to break the news a teeny bit better than she had – possibly. Rachel tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and discretely gave a thankful smile to the girl who was being strangely nice to her recently. Was she being nice or was it just that Rachel had grown to tolerate her more these days? She didn't know if Quinn Fabray really did 'nice'.

Nodding at the floor Will strolled back over to the piano and sat on the stool next to Emma. Rachel eyed her teachers, watching them faintly smile at each other to which instantly gave her a little spark of hope.

"So at first, Mr Schue, we noticed that you didn't seem to be enjoying glee as much as you used to. We thought you were distracted with something or, as we soon found out, someone". Quinn stopped to stare at Miss Pillsbury. Emma bit her lip as she was reminded of the start of the year and turned to face Will. He swallowed running a hand through his hair before bringing his gaze back up to his student. Quinn took this as a sign to continue, "Well I guess I could say it all began that day me, Kurt, Finn and Brittany stayed behind to talk to you after Spanish class". She tilted her head forward at Will, "Do you remember?"

All eyes were on him, "I erm... I think so yeah".

Quinn smiled, "We were worried about you Mr Schue. We wanted to help with whatever was bothering you. And that thing just happened to be Miss Pillsbury". When she put it that simply, he could sort of see where they were coming from. But that didn't mean he accepted or liked what they had done, at least not yet.

"Dude", Puck interrupted, "You totally have the hots for Ms P, so we were only trying to get you your girl".

Rachel's brain was screaming. Shut up Puckerman, please just shut up! She glared at him her mouth hanging open. Quinn even turned her head to roll her eyes before shaking her head at Miss Pillsbury, hoping she understood that that wasn't what they set out to do. Will broke the sudden tension with an uneasy cough willing Quinn to carry on. As she went to do so he stole a glance at Emma who was biting her tongue so she wouldn't laugh. He quickly looked away from the redhead feeling a new wave of heat flood to his face. Was she finding this funny?

"Um... anyway, I should probably tell you what we actually did in terms of setting you up".

Santana interjected, "This is the good bit". She received endless glares from Kurt and Mercedes as she scrunched up her nose, ignoring them, and slouched back down into the hard plastic chair. Rachel folded her arms. Why did she and the big football playing jerk have to keep throwing in their comments? They weren't even funny – just annoying.

Thankfully, Mr Schuester had grown to become unfazed by Puck or Santana's sarcastic inputs and tried to give Emma an apologetic look.

"Firstly, I managed to convince Mr Schue to sing a song for you Ms P but that didn't exactly go to plan", Quinn gulped taking in her teacher's reactions. They remained quiet, all be it, shocked and confused, but they were listening. "We, um well... the plan was to get you to walk past while Mr Schuester was singing but in doing so we came across Dr Howell". Emma jolted her head at the mention of his name.

"Wait, wait, wait", Will protested rising from the stool he was sitting on. "I remember this day. It was when I kept you behind Quinn. Was all that you told me just some part of a big joke?"

Quinn was shaking her head as much as she could, "No of course not, it just happened to fit the situation I was in and I guess, in a way, I used your kindness to our advantage. Mr Schue we didn't mean to hurt anyone in anyway".

"Quinn, if I may?" The blonde Cheerio turned around to view Kurt making his way to stand next to her. She smiled warmly, hoping he was offering to help her out. She couldn't possibly explain their mess all by herself. Especially since Rachel unexpectedly bailed. "I would just like to add, that we were all in this together. So while Quinn was with you Mr Schue, I and the rest of the club went off to find Miss Pillsbury. Only, the thing is, we couldn't bring her to you because the dentist was with her. He messed up our plan so we ended our plotting".

"Is that it?" Will asked sounding hopeful.

Kurt shared a worried look with Quinn before adding, "We ended our plotting... for the day". Their teacher's face fell.

Finn, who was next to Rachel's empty chair, sat up. He stared at Kurt's back in confusion. "Wait", he turned to Artie who was sat to the other side of him and quietly asked, "There's more?"

Artie glanced awkwardly at Tina and hesitated before stuttering, "Um... yep". Finn pulled a face while shaking his head. Unbelievable.

Will sighed glancing again at Emma. She smiled weakly at him. She seemed to be taking this news lightly, as if she didn't mind that they had been interfering with their... relationship. Not that there was much of one at the start of the year. But what if they messed up? What if they made things worse between Emma and him? What if-

"Guys", Emma suddenly cleared her throat quietly as she spoke for the first time interrupting Will's thoughts, "I'm not mad". Will spun his head back around to frown at her in confusion. Not mad? Emma shrugged, gulping at him then turning back to the quiet bunch of teenagers that dominated the seats ahead of her. "I guess I can understand why you did it and I believe that you wouldn't intend on hurting us".

"But it's still wrong", Will nodded his head once trying to get her to confirm his statement. She raised an eyebrow instead questioning him. "Emma", he whispered her name in annoyance while leaning into her so the kids wouldn't hear him. "What are you trying to say?"

Lowering her voice, but still knowing full well that the kids could hear her, she replied, "Will, they were only trying to help".

There we go, Santana smiled proudly. There was the appreciation she was waiting for. The gratitude that all her work spying and the extra time she spent with these freaks she called teammates was worth it. Who wouldn't be pleased that someone like her, a popular pretty girl, had took it into her own hands to bring these elders together.

Rachel felt a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. The heavy fog was starting to clear as the truth was coming out. It was still difficult to read their faces through all the haziness and tension but Mr Schuester wasn't yelling anymore. Miss Pillsbury was sat, almost pleasantly, next to their director with what Rachel could only make out to be a content smile? And she seemed to be taking this news rather well.

"I just don't see the point in accusing and blaming them for something that they only had good intentions for".

"I... but...", he fumbled with his words but failing to come up with anything after seeing the pleading, forgiving, look Emma beheld. Will covered his face with his hands in defeat and then let them flop back to his sides. He looked back at the kids sitting there, some nervously while some had apologetic smiles on their faces. "What else?" he asked his voice thick in annoyance but sounding deflated. Maybe Emma had a point.

Quinn glanced backwards eyeing her friends and her vacant chair. She wanted to curl away in the corner of the room so she didn't have to be the one to inform them of their two headed ways. She looked across her peers faces and landed on Jacob. He was still here. He was sitting calmly in his seat, his camera shattered and with Puck keeping a close eye on him. If he wanted to make a scene... he'd have done it already, right?

She turned back to look at Kurt at her side. After thinking she'd lost his and Mercedes friendship she was seriously puzzled by their actions of trust and support. Whenever any of the Cheerio's argued or fell out, there was never any compassion. Never an understanding. Never any sign of a true friendship.

So she smiled at him. A silent thank you for being there.

Shaking her head with an eye roll Santana rose her hand in the air, "Okay, cutting out all the crap, I nominate myself to squeeze the juice on the next part". Puck spluttered a laugh which received him numerous disapproving glares.

"I nominate Santana too", Brittany mumbled in a monotone voice.

"Voting closes in three, two, one", the loud Cheerio mumbled hurriedly so no one could get a word in while she high-fived Brittany after the countdown.

Quinn barely had chance to remove her smile to now scowl at Santana.

"What can I say mommy?" Santana sneered, "My peoples have spoken".

The blonde raised an eyebrow, "Your people, yes". She wanted to continue to complain but it was pointless to argue with Santana. It wasn't that she would win, more that she would say anything, literally anything, to beat you down and Quinn didn't want that right now. To be honest, if the girl was offering to tell all then let her. At least she'd tell it like it was... and may even stand the chance of making a fool of herself. The room deserved a laugh.

As Quinn, Kurt and a dithering Rachel made their way back into the comfort of their chairs Santana didn't bother to stand to address her teachers. Will and Emma shared a weary smile knowing that, coming from Santana, they were in for a rough ride.

"Look to start with", Santana pointed her finger in the air, "I just want to make one thing clear". Will tilted his head forward anticipating her response. "If it wasn't for me and my friend Britt here then you two lovebirds wouldn't be grind-"

"Oh my god Santana, just cut to the chase", Mercedes spoke before she was able to throw another bucket full of awkwardness into the room.

Santana scowled while playing with her pony, "Whatever". She rolled her eyes at Brittany causing the blonde to giggle. "Anyway, 'cutting to the chase' I shall begin with what Kurt missed out". A few people, including Kurt, sulked further into their chairs as they waited for the Cheerio to big herself up. "So after they all chickened out and ran home to their mommies, me and Brittany did a little work of our own".

"Oh is this where we spied on Miss Pillsbury?" Brittany called out.

Emma raised an eyebrow in disbelief as she noticed half the club shuffle uncomfortably in their seats. She looked at Will to her side who just naively shrugged his shoulders.

There's no one like Brittany to break the news, thought Rachel aiming daggers at the blonde's totally innocent looking face.

"And it's when we partied in the hallway".

"Oh for the last time Brittany, we didn't have a party or even a disco in the hallway, okay?" Santana turned away from her perplexed friend to stare at her educators. "She means the song you played that day – we heard it instead of Ms P". Will ducked his head down shying away from Emma. This was just slightly embarrassing having the kids tell her about his song dedications. "But Brittany was right on the spying front. We stayed behind once everyone discovered the dentist dude so we could pick up some vital information about him".

"Girls that's... you shouldn't spy on people", Will said sternly at Santana, hoping to back up the intruding feeling Emma was experiencing.

"How is what we did any different to what they're all doing?" She looked over her fellow club members her eyes landing on the back of Rachel's glossy brunette head. "Spying, in my opinion, is on the same level as secretly trying to fix two people together". Quinn sighed rolling her eyes at the girl's exclamations.

"May I remind you Santana that you were in on both of those things so don't push all the blame on me. At least I didn't degrade myself to an actual spy".

"Who said I was talking to you Berry, I was referring to everyone. Unless you've got something to hide". Santana imitated a shocked face at her last comment causing Rachel to fling her head around, whipping her hair across Finn's face as she did, to glare at the Cheerio.

"You are such a hypocrite Lopez-"

"I'm the hypocrite?"

Brittany mumbled under her breath, "What's a hippo-crit?"

"GUYS!" Will stood up intimidating them all. "Quit with the arguing already". Rachel swung back around in her seat gritting her teeth while Santana folded her arms in defence. "I've had enough. How are we supposed to join together as a team to compete at sectionals when all you do is disagree with each other? Now I take it that there is still more to tell me and Miss Pillsbury about your incredibly inappropriate behaviour from the look on each of your faces. So I suggest you continue but I will not tolerate another single argument". He let his words sink in, actually admiring the peaceful quiet for once. "Got it?"

A few scattered nods indicated they understood to which he nodded his own head and sat back down. He rubbed his face with his hands as his body collapsed back onto the stool. He dreaded to think what all this had done to his and Emma's friendship let alone they're gradual rebuilding relationship.

Mercedes watched her director sink into his seat and saw the quiver of a smile Miss Pillsbury gave him. Someone needed to save this mess with a proper but simple explanation. Santana obviously wasn't the one to do that. "Mr Schue, Miss Pillsbury", she waited to see their heads rise to look at her, "I think I can briefly explain all this, if you'll let me?"

Emma looked at Will for confirmation only to find that he too had turned to look at her. She gazed at him for a while as if the kids weren't even present in the same room. His green eyes were sad. She could tell he was struggling with the news of the kids setting them up. However Emma sort of felt special. The fact that these kids had taken time to attempt to get her and Will together almost made her feel loved. Plus, they obviously thought she was a good match for their director. She felt like that was a major compliment.

Tearing her eyes away from Will she looked back at Mercedes. "Go ahead Mercedes", she said smiling gently as she spoke for both her and Will.

To show some respect for her teachers Mercedes got up and stood in front of all the glee kids facing Will and Emma. "First of all Mr Schue, we're sorry. You seem to be taking this worse than Miss Pillsbury and I really can't tell you enough that we didn't intend to cause any harm. In fact the opposite. We wanted to see you finally get what you want and what you deserve. Miss Pillsbury, we're sorry for possibly harming your relationship with Dr Howell, the way we looked down on him was unforgettable. So I just want you to know that even to us this matchmaking seems crazy now. But the worst thing for me is that I'm scared we've made things worse between you two". She watched on as the two shared a worried look, as if they were asking each other if everything was okay. Emma cracked first offering Will a soft smile. He let out a shy laugh and eventually smiled back at her.

Mercedes grinned herself and turned around to show her grin to Kurt. He nodded his head insisting she go on to explain. You never know, things may change once they heard about the restaurant fiasco.

"Anyway on to the real part", she gulped preparing herself for the explanation. "So Santana and Brittany somehow managed to find out that Ms P and the dentist had a date at Breadsticks at seven the other month. I'm sure you all remember that night when we went for a bonding session and I brought Miss Pillsbury back to the table?" She waited for them to recall the occasion before continuing, "Well that was all planned".

"I'm sorry?" Will asked not believing what the girl was saying.

Mercedes tapped her foot distractedly while moving her gaze to floor. "Yeah, we umm matched the date and time of our 'bonding session' so it clashed with Miss Pillsbury's date. We wanted to see you talk with each other, since you hadn't for a while. And when you did... well we really thought we'd done something to help get you both together".

Finn noticed his teachers jaws hit the floor and decided to speak up. "Only, why didn't I know about this?"

"Nor me", added Puck.

"Yeh, me three", Mike shouted in.

Quinn and Rachel glanced over Finn's back to share a look. They had forgotten about that little part of the plan.

"You weren't there when we discussed it", Mercedes announced. "And I guess we thought it would be better for you not to know. You know... it would make it look more convincing".

Finn stared at his girlfriend disapprovingly but was reluctant to argue with her. No more arguing, Mr Schue had said. "Thanks for telling me Rach", he smiled shaking his head showing his annoyance before looking up at Mr Schuester. "Looks like we know just as much as you do now Mr Schue".

"Finn..." Rachel whined quietly enough for just him to hear. He shook his head once more.

"Um... I believe that is all", Mercedes stated nodding at her teachers.

Will perked up a bit. "That's it? There's nothing else?"

"That's where it ends Mr Schue", Quinn faintly smiled at him to which he smiled back but was quick to remove it.

Emma watched as Will stood, once again, from his seat and clapped his hands together mockingly applauding them. She bit her lip and bowed her head to the floor. Was he always like this when he didn't like something? He continued to clap and laugh at them when she looked back up to view the kid's faces. They were all looking at their laps, or at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

He finally stopped clapping only to put his hands on his hips, "I want you to know that I am very ashamed of you all. Do you know how wrong it is to intervene with someone's life? Miss Pillsbury was even in a relationship yet you still thought this was acceptable!" He threw his arm in Emma's direction and all their eyes landed on her. Will shook his head at the floor while gritting his teeth. "I honestly don't know what else to say to you all".

Quinn's ears pricked. Did he just say 'was' in a relationship?

"Please don't cancel glee club Mr Schue!" Rachel panicked suddenly sitting straight up in her seat.

"What?" he shook his head confusingly this time. "No... no Rachel, I'm not going to do... that". He rolled his eyes at the diva's outburst as she sighed relieved.

It felt like there was another hour's silence but what was really only a few seconds. Quinn took her eyes away from Will to tilt her head at Miss Pillsbury. The guidance counsellor gave a weak smile but it was enough of a positive response to make Quinn realise that Emma was, in a way, thankful. It puzzled her why she was thankful... but she would have to do with guessing from now on. No more interfering.

"Will", he heard a whisper in his ear and swung round to see Emma standing next to him her hands knotted together and her eyes wide.

"Em?" he questioned before retreating his eyes back to the kids as if he was watching their every move.

"Don't be too hard on them".

He turned back to her, "What? Why?" his voice was no more than a whisper but his persistent annoyed tone never faltered.

Emma fought past her shyness as she twisted her body round to address the sulking teenagers. She let a warm smile grace her face and went to loop her arm through Will's that was still placed firmly on his hip. She spoke to the whole group now not just Will when she announced,

"Because they've done us a favour".


A/N: So our little Emma is pleased huh?

Hope you liked this chapter. It was kind of hard to cram all their funny business in and still make it effective to read so I hope I did it justice :)

There might only be one chapter left now so... review please!