A/N: Wow, college is really slowing me down on my updates! I'm so sincerely sorry that I left you on such a cliffhanger and it took me this long to update! Well, without further blabber, here is chapter 10!
Disclaimer: Not mine, as usual. Only the thoughts to the storyline are mine.
His hands shook as he slipped another letter into a bent out of shape envelope. He felt restless inside, but for once, felt like he can stand above all the rest. He was a top dog deep down inside, and it was time that others knew it.
Tucking the envelope into a black leather bag, he made his way out of his house and down the street to Rachel's. He knew by now that she had gotten the letter and must be freaking out in her own dramatic way. It was time to play a little game.
Upon reaching her door, he slipped the letter into her mail slot, rang the doorbell, and took off around the side of the house, crouching behind a few bushes in wait of her answer.
Rachel dropped her head into her hands, feeling the stress start to overwhelm her. She felt Will's hand rub gently across her upper back, and in many ways, she knew he was doing it as more of a comforter, not someone who truly cared, but for a split second, she let herself think it was because he had feelings for her and he was truly concerned…if only.
After a few moments of silence, the doorbell echoed across the downstairs rooms. Rachel lifted her head, finding Will looking at her. His eyes were spilling a thousand words a second, though his mouth remained still. Without saying anything, Rachel got up from the bed slowly, trudging across her room and down the stairs.
She moved her eye up to the peephole. The presence of a person was vacant, as was the sidewalk at the end of her driveway. Puzzled, Rachel unlocked her front door and opened it slowly, sliding in front of it. Opening the screen door, she looked from side to side. Something caught her eye when her head went to the left. Sticking halfway out of her mailbox was a white envelope that hadn't been there before.
Rachel's heart started to race. Was this another letter from the blackmailer? She slipped her arm around the screen door, snatched the letter, locked the screen door, slammed the front door, clicked the lock back into place, and then let her body press against it, her eyes closing as she tried to relax her pounding heart.
Elsewhere, the blackmailer watched in angsty joy as the girl he had known for quite a while crumbled under the pressure of a little blackmail.
Once he saw that the door was closed, he took off down the sidewalk, his pace quickening with each step. He wasn't going to keep this ongoing, but for now, it filled a void that was asking for entertainment. He headed back in the direction of his house, letting a small chuckle escape his lips in the process.
"Who was that?" Will questioned, sitting down on the steps and staring at her.
"No one. That's the freaking problem Wi….Mr. Schuester!" Rachel threw the letter down on the ground in front of her and stormed off in the direction of the den her dads had built only a few months before. She knew they went there to escape and figured she could do the same.
Will wanted to call after her, but let the words fade in his throat. He scooted down the steps until the letter was in reach. Opening it, he pulled out a stained paper with the same sloppy, cursive writing as before. He read it to himself.
Dear Rachel and Will,
Freaked out? Wondering who I am? I bet you are. Well, good luck. You won't figure me out. Still continuing with your little charade? How sweet. Wonder how your dads will feel, Rach? Don't want to break their hearts! And Will, you wouldn't want Emma to find out about this, would you? No? Didn't think so. Do as I say and your secret is safe with me. As for my demands, take the small note you see taped below and put it in another envelope. Write the address of the school on it and stick it in your mailbox by 7p.m. tonight. Remember, I'm always watching…do it or the secret is out!
Will's hand containing the letter dropped to his side, his other hand rubbing his forehead in frustration. What the hell is the other note? He questioned himself. But not letting curiosity get the best of him, he ripped the note from the letter and walked towards the den, hoping Rachel had the supplies the blackmailer had asked for.
"Rach?" he knocked on the closed door. Hearing a muffled response, he cracked the door and slid half of his body in, "I read the letter."
Her eyes met his, terror and anger pouring out from her soul. "What did it say this time?" she asked in a hushed tone.
"We need to take this small note, stick it in an envelope, label it to the school, and get it in the mailbox by 7p.m." Will opened the door a bit wider, slipping the rest of his body in and closing it behind him.
"Why the hell do they want us to do that?" Rachel asked, confused.
"I have no idea, but if we don't do it, our secret is out. I can't afford to be put in such a compromising position."
"I know, Mr. Schue, your job is more important than the possible feelings you might possess for me."
"It's not like that, Rachel," Will's voice filled with hurt. He did feel something for her, something no teacher should ever feel for a student, but his job was very important, and at this point in his life, he wasn't willing to risk it.
"I've heard it all before," Rachel put her hand up to stop him from going any further. "Let's just do this and get it over with."
She went over to a large filing cabinet and opened the middle drawer. Reaching deep into the back, she pulled out a box of envelopes. She pinched one between her fingers, slid it out of the container, and tossed it to Will. She went back to the computer, found the address for William McKinley High School and took the envelope from him, writing it down in the center. "Ok, go stick it in the mailbox."
Will nodded his head, but before turning his back to her and walking out, spoke lowly, "This will all be over soon."
Rachel turned her head away from him, staring over to the fireplace attached to the nearest wall, "I know." Her voice was muffled as she rested her head in her hands.
Will hated the sight he was seeing, but knew that there was truly nothing he could do…legally…that would make her feel better. Leaving her in the den, he walked back outside, slipping the letter in to her mailbox. As he shut the lid to keep the letter safely inside, he saw Puck walking by.
"Hey!"
"Oh, uh, hey Mr. Schuester. What are you doing over here…at Rachel's?" Puck stopped, looking from Will to Rachel's house.
"Oh, that…I uh….was just dropping off a letter for her. She needed a recommendation letter for a college she's looking in to. I tried the doorbell but didn't receive an answer, so I'm just leaving it here." Will's voice was shaky, but soon faded into a normal tone as he finished his lie.
"Oh, whatever you say. See you later," Puck eyed him suspiciously.
"Yeah, see ya." Will plastered a grin onto his face, waving Puck off.
Is Puck the one blackmailing us? He was looking at me funny…I have to tell Rachel!
And with that, he looked in both directions, making sure he was alone, and headed back into Rachel's house.
Little did he know that a pair of eyes was watching from a distance.
A/N: Again, sorry for the lack of updates, but I'm going to try harder! If you want more Rachel/Will, check out my other story, Behind The Scenes. It's about Matt and Lea! PLEASE, review. Thanks!