A/N: So I realized that I haven't updated this story in about a week, so here's chapter 9! I left the story in an odd area, so I'm going to try and recover from it! Wish me luck! Also, I feel lost when it comes to my reviewers! What happened to all of you? COME BACK!
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee or its characters.
Rachel walked a bit of a distance from Will as they made their way towards the diner. Conversation was lite between them, both lost in thought.
'God, I hope someone doesn't catch us. If they do, I could lose everything…my job…my Glee Club…Rachel…' Will shook his head, trying to remain in the present time. He looked over to Rachel who was playing with a curl and looked just as out of it as he had.
'I wonder what would happen if I…no, no, NO! Stop thinking about that stuff. It's illegal and wrong…but then why does it feel so right?' Rachel frowned as her thoughts all turned back to one main idea.
"So," Rachel broke the silence to rid herself of the constant nagging thoughts, "What's good to eat at this diner that's vegan?"
Will looked over to her, "Well, I know they have a few different types of salads and they just added tofu to the menu."
"Ya know, not many people like tofu, but it's actually very good in taste and very healthy for the body!" Rachel's tone switched to be a bit more serious.
"You eat it then," Will laughed, "because I hate the texture!"
Rachel nodded, "Yeah, not the best part about it!"
Upon arriving at the diner, Will opened the door for Rachel and followed her inside. The two sat at a booth in the back, picking up their menus and scanning for something to fulfill the growling of their empty stomachs.
"See anything you like?" Will asked, setting his menu to the side.
"The spring berries salad sounds delicious," Rachel set the menu on top of his and rubbed her stomach, "And of course, I'm not harming any living thing while eating it."
"Hey," Will defended himself, "I can't help it. I was raised to eat meat and I like the taste of it. I don't think about where it comes from or how it gets to the restaurants or fast food joints!"
Rachel shook her head, "If you did know, trust me, you wouldn't eat it."
The conversation changed steadily throughout the course of their meal time. Sometimes Will would bring up stories; other times Rachel.
As their lunch came to an end, Will pulled out his wallet, slipped the appropriate amount of money and a tip onto the table, and looked to Rachel, "Ready?"
Rachel took one last sip of her water and slid out of her side of the booth, "Yep! Let's go!"
Will stood after she walked past him and followed her out. The pair headed back for Rachel's house when Rachel noticed a strange, white car with tinted windows. "Will," she stopped, grabbing his arm, "I think we're being followed."
Will stopped and looked back to the car Rachel had nodded towards. She was right, something did seem off about the car, but not wanting to scare Rachel, Will turned back to her, "Let's just get back to your place, ok?"
She nodded and walked a bit closer to him this time, worrying building inside her.
The rest of the walk home was spent with Rachel checking over her shoulder every few minutes and Will watching her as she did. When he finally couldn't take it anymore, he spoke up, "Rach, stop watching them. If they truly are following us, they would have made a move by now."
"You don't know that!" she looked again, and then shot her eyes in his direction.
He could see the fear and worry in her eyes and face, but he tried to remain neutral, "We're fine. This is a safe neighborhood."
"But what if it's someone from school, and they see us…oh my gosh, Will, bad things are going to happen!"
"That's it!" Will pulled Rachel down the sidewalk quickly, moving up her driveway and into her house. He shut and locked the door, "Better?"
"Much!" she smiled happily, moving into the living room and flopping her body onto the couch. She kicked off her flip flops and laid her head back.
"You are so confusing sometimes, Rachel!" Will huffed, moving her feet and sitting down.
"But isn't that what makes me so great!" she winked at him, giggling like a young girl.
Will shook his head, "But seriously, you need to calm down. No one is going to catch us. And it's not like we're doing anything wrong."
"Well…" Rachel sighed, "I did kiss you."
"Yes," Will nodded, "but nothing more happened. And I won't let it."
Rachel could feel her heart hypothetically break into pieces. She turned away from him, trying not to show him how hurt his last sentence made her feel.
"Oh, c'mon, Rachel. Don't be like that!" Will scooted closer to her, lightly grabbing her shoulder. She let him turn her back towards him.
"Like what? I'm fine. What do you want to do now?" she asked, getting up and going in the kitchen.
"I don't know. What are you doing?" he asked, laying his head back against the couch. Rachel confused him, turned him on, frustrated him, and so many other things, but he felt like he could never get enough of her.
After what felt like too long of a silence, Will tried again, "Rach, what are you doing?" Still no response. He got up and went into the kitchen to find Rachel standing at the island, her back to him.
"What's going on?" He asked.
Rachel turned around to face him, a piece of paper held tightly in her hand. Her face was pale and she stared off to the side, obviously lost in her own world.
Will walked over to her, waving his hand in front of her face, "Rachel? Hello? Earth to Rach!"
Rachel mumbled something incoherently, dropping the paper back onto the island. She finally looked to Will, but then let her body slump to the floor.
Will grabbed the paper and read what had been printed on there. In that moment, he realized what had made Rachel look so sick.
I saw you, Rachel Berry. I saw you with Will Schuester. And now I have black mail over you. Do as I say, or the whole school will know of your private weekend with a teacher.
It had been written in a sloppy cursive handwriting, proving the person who had written in was in a rush and was nervous.
Will crumbled the note and turned his attention down to Rachel who was currently tucked into a ball, rocking back and forth as she continued to mumble incoherent thoughts.
Will crouched down, getting on an eye to eye level with her. He rested his hand on her arm, "Rachel, listen to me. This person will be caught. If it's some immature high school student, it won't take long. They have no proof of anything."
"How long?" Rachel whispered.
"How long what?" Will asked.
"How long have they been watching? How long have they known? Were they just following us?" Her voice rose as the questions continued to spill rapidly from her mouth, "Is it someone from Glee Club? Why would they do this? When did the break in? Did they take anything else?"
"Woah," Will sat down next to her, grabbing her chin and moving her face to look at him, "Calm down, ok? Let's go look around and see if anything is missing."
"My dads are going to kill me if anything is missing!" Fear was evident in Rachel's voice. She stood, leaving Will in the kitchen alone as she began to rift through each room, seeing if everything was in its place.
Will took a few deep breaths to calm his own worry. He was the adult here, he was the one that had to remain calm…or at least seem as though he was. Standing slowly, he headed for the stairs he had heard Rachel pound up only moments before. Reaching the top, he looked around, "Rachel?"
Rachel ran out of her dads' room and into her own bedroom, "I don't know if everything's here. I never paid that close attention!" Her voice was panic stricken as she continued her search.
"I'm sure it's all here," Will called out, trying to grab Rachel's attention.
Suddenly, everything was silent. This had caused worry in Will , enough for him to walk towards her bedroom. His legs felt heavy, as if weights were attached to his ankles. "Rachel? You ok?" He peaked his head inside her room and saw her standing at her mirror. Through her reflection, he could see tear stains on her cheeks, her eyes puffy and red. Walking over to her, he twisted her around and pulled her into a hug, "It's going to be ok, alright?"
Rachel listened to his voice. It was so soft and soothing. She nodded, "I believe you." She wiped away the last few tears that dripped from her eyes, looked up to him and smiled, "Thanks for calming me down. But I'm still freaking out, Will!"
"I know, Rachel. But until something else happens or turns up, there isn't much we can do." Will let go of her and stepped back. If someone had been watching or spying on them, he didn't want to be caught in any controversial positions with his student.
Rachel looked around her room, "Well, from what I can tell, nothing is missing. I guess they only broke in to leave that stupid note."
"Did you talk to anyone about this? Or see anyone?"
Rachel thought back to her conversation with Finn on the sidewalk and through the few texts they shared. It couldn't be Finn. She hadn't revealed anything to him. She had erased the detailed text, so it just couldn't be. Could it? "Finn. But I didn't say anything to him."
"Are you sure?" Will questioned, his voice becoming very stern.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Will!" Rachel's tone was filled with hurt. How could he accuse her of being a liar.
"I'm sorry," he brushed his hand through his hair in frustration, "I just don' t know what to do."
"Neither do I! I mean, are they watching us right now?" Rachel walked over to her window, pulling back the curtain and looking out onto the street. The car she had seen earlier was nowhere to be seen in present time.
"Who else lives around here?"
"Well," Rachel thought, "Quinn lives a block away, Finn and Kurt live down the street. And I think Noah lives a few blocks from here."
"You think one of them did it?"
Rachel shrugged her shoulders, "Maybe. But what reason would they have to black mail us?"
"That's good question, Rachel," Will sighed, sitting down on her bed, "a very good question, indeed."
