I'm back! Sorry, school started (Sadly) and I got busy again. So, I am going to be editing the first few chapters because I really think I could've done better- just for a head's up. I'll try not to change a lot, just add more detail. Oh and thanks so much to my new beta MissElliexXxXx! Hope you guys like this chapter C:

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee or any of the characters in it.

"Why are you calling me, Quinn?"

"Um…I…It was a…wrong number?"

"I don't appreciate being lied to."

"I know I'm sorry Mr. Shue. I can't really explain."

"What do you mean you-"

"I have to go."

She pressed END fast, breathing hard. Rachel and Mr. Shue? No one had seen that coming. How long had this been going on? Did anyone else know?

"Holy shit," Quinn breathed.

"Who were you talking to?"

Quinn spun around and gasped. Rachel was standing in her doorway, arms crossed and head tilted. She dropped the small piece of paper and it fluttered to the ground. Rachel picked it up with a confused expression, read it, and froze.

"You called him?" She screamed.

"Rachel, calm down." Quinn said as she slowly backed away. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself,"

"I told you it was a secret." Rachel seethed. "I told you anyone knowing is dangerous for him. I told you to leave it alone!"

Her face was turning red from anger and Quinn tried to explain, only to be cut off again.

"You just had to know, didn't you? Quinn Fabray needs to know everyone's secrets, even if it will hurt them! You haven't changed at all. You're still a giant bitch!"

At this point, Quinn had had enough. She knew what she had done was wrong, but she wasn't going to just stand here and let Rachel scream at her.

"Shut up!" she exploded. "I know you're in pain, and I know your life sucks right now but stop taking it out on me! I'm not going to tell anyone, and you know that. So, just calm down!"

Rachel sank onto her bed in defeat. She fell back until her head hit the pillow and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Quinn. I know you'll keep my secret, I trust you. It's been a long day."

Quinn laughed humorlessly as she sat next to her.

"Maybe you should take a nap or something," she suggested and Rachel closed her eyes.

"You can stay the night if you want," she mumbled a little while later, half-asleep.

Quinn smiled. "Thanks."

WxR

Will knocked on Rachel's door early Friday morning. He wasn't worried about her dads- they went to work at 5am every day except Sundays. The door opened, revealing a bleary-eyed teenager. She was still in her pajamas, her hair a mess, and dark circles under her eyes suggesting a sleepless night. He had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Will? What are you doing here?"

He thrust the bouquet of red roses in her hands; she liked classic romance. "For you. I also brought a song…" He began digging through his bag.

Rachel rubbed her eyes with her free hand. "Are you trying to woo me?"

He glanced up at her shocked expression. "That's a little old-timey, but yes, in so many words."

Will watched her eyes flicker with something he couldn't understand. It almost looked like fear.

"Go home, Will." Her soft but firm words disarmed him.

"I think we can-"

"No! Please, you're making this worse than it needs to be. Just leave."

Rachel's lips trembled a little as she spoke, stepping back to shut the door. Quinn suddenly appeared behind her and put a hand on the doorknob.

"What's going on?"

Will was torn between winning Rachel back and not revealing himself to Quinn.

"I just…" he began and trailed off, noticing Rachel's guilty expression. "You told her?"

"No!" she protested. "She figured it out on her own! You know what, it doesn't even matter, Will. You really need to leave."

"WAIT!" He practically shouted. "Wait, there's something else,"

Will reached in his back pocket and pulled out the velvet box. He opened it in front of her and both girls gasped.

"It's a promise ring," he quickly explained. "That I'd never walk away, no matter how hard this gets. I know how I feel, and I know I will never stop loving you."

Waterfalls were cascading down her cheeks, a sight he had grown accustomed to in the last few weeks. "I can make you love me again, if you'll just give me a second chance. Please, Rachel."

He looked at her desperately, trying to read her eyes. Then, suddenly Rachel began to sob. Loud, choking gasps that ripped out of her throat. She sank to the floor in front of him and wept into her hands. Will, bewildered at the heart-wrenching cries, sat down next to her and attempted to console her. He stoked her hair gently, caressed her cheeks, kissed her forehead. He knew he was probably taking advantage of this moment to touch her, but it just felt so good to feel like she needed him. Quinn squatted next to them and soothingly rubbed Rachel's back.

"Rach…" Will began.

She pushed them both off and clambered to her feet, furiously wiping away tears.

"I-I…" Rachel stammered, looking torn.

She suddenly sprinted back into her house and Quinn ran after her, leaving Will alone on the doorstep. He felt so…so... stupid. Had he honestly believed that some flowers and jewelry would win him back her love? He walked miserably to his car, slamming the door behind him.

WxR

Quinn's POV

I walked down the hallway with Rachel, silently praying it wasn't what we thought. We had been called to the principal's office. If he had discovered anything about her and Mr. Shue…well, let's just say Jesse would be ecstatic. Her face was stony and silent, but I could see the emotions threatening to break free in her brown eyes. The bruises hadn't gotten much better; it had only been a few days (though it seemed so much longer). And I used to think my life was messed up! I was ashamed of how I used to treat Rachel. I was so pretentious and self-absorbed. If I had just gotten to know her, we would've been friends a long time ago. We finally reached the door and she took a deep breath. I squeezed her hand and knocked on the door. Principal Figgins opened it, revealing a nervous-looking Mr. Shuester already there.

Shit.

"Take a seat, ladies." He offered in that weird accent that had always kinda bugged me. "Do you know why I've called the three of you here?"

Mr. Shue glanced over at Rachel, who shook her head stubbornly.

Figgins glared at us. "Fine. Miss Berry, you were seen coming out of William's office crying, yesterday afternoon. Then, you and Miss Fabray here got into a car and left during school hours. This is strictly against the rules, and I want to know what happened yesterday."

All three of us literally sighed in relief and the principal eyed us suspiciously.

"Will, did you say something to make her upset?" He probed.

Mr. Shue opened his mouth to answer but Rachel, being Rachel, beat him to it.

"No, not at all, Principal Figgins. I was already upset about something…personal, and went to Mr. Shuester for advice. He tried to help me, but I was just hopeless. So I left and begged Quinn to take me home. So, you see, this is purely my fault, and I apologize."

While she talked, we watched Figgins' face to see if he was buying it. His expression turned sympathetic and he nodded. Score!

"I see. Do you mind me asking what this personal problem was?"

Rachel shook her head. "I'm sorry, Principal Figgins, but I really can't."

Suddenly, the door opened behind us.

"Excuse me, but may I ask for a map of the school? I seem to be a little lost."

Oh. My. God.

Jesse was here. In the same room as us. Asking for a map? My eyes were wide, Rachel stiffened, and Mr. Shuester clenched his fists.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Mr. Shue spat.

He smiled gaily. "I'm assisting some teachers here as part of my senior project at Carmel. Didn't Rachel ever mention it?"

The teacher's eyes narrowed as he shook his head. Figgins handed Jesse the map, completely unaware of the tension in the room.

"Thanks, Principal Figgins." Jesse lingered in the room. "How have you been, Rach?"

"Fine."

"How's Spanish? I know Mr. Shuester here is your favorite teacher. You always seem to be around him, huh, babe?"

I heard Mr. Shue's teeth clench together as he whipped around in his chair.

"Don't call her that."

Jesse's face darkened. "Excuse me?"

"You have absolutely no right to call her that after you…" He trailed off as Rachel sent him a pleading look.

"After I what?"

"Is something wrong here?" Figgins spoke up, looking puzzled. I almost rolled my eyes at his obliviousness.

"No, nothing at all," murmured Jesse, sending a final glance at Rachel, she shivered.

The principal started giving us a lecture about cutting class, but he promised to let us off the hook because Rachel had such a perfect track record. As he droned on, I had an idea. I just couldn't take this anymore! The lying, the secrets. I had learned from personal experience that dishonesty was never the way to go, even if the truth was terrible. And when I didn't have the guts to tell the truth, Rachel had for me. Now, I would do the same for her; even if it could potentially ruin our newfound friendship. I discreetly reached into my backpack and took out a random piece if blank paper. I quickly scrawled a note onto it, and then crumpled it in the palm of my right hand.

"Alright, you all can go now. Free period is almost over."

"Mr. Shuester?" I said quickly, before he could leave the office.

He looked up. "Yes, Quinn?"

"Thanks for helping Rachel yesterday. She's like my best friend and I'm glad we have a teacher like you."

Both Rachel and Mr. Shue stared at me like I was insane when I reached out my hand to shake his.

"Um, you're welcome…"

He took my hand hesitantly, and I pressed the paper into his hand. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion while I plastered a fake smile on my face.

"Bye, Principal Figgins!" I chirped dragging Rachel out of the room.

"What the hell were you talking about?" She hissed as we walked to Geography.

"Nothing, Rach, I was just elaborating on your story." I answered calmly.

She sighed, letting it go.

"That was unbearable," I could barely hear the whisper.

I held her hand tightly.

"I know."

WxR

By the end of last period, Rachel couldn't take it anymore. She kept shifting in her seat, desperate to leave. She barely told Quinn she needed some alone time before she sprinted out of that god forsaken school. Everything in it was a reminder of what happened, of what could happen. She got in the car and slammed on the gas, heading towards the one place she could go to really be alone. The playground. It probably sounded stupid to some people, but it was her sanctuary. She had been going there ever since she could remember. Over the years, the swings had rusted and the slide had cracks and dents. People stopped bringing their kids there but Rachel still came. She remembered being happy there, having her first friends, her first birthday party, even her first kiss. Whenever life became too much, she could always go there for comfort.

Once she arrived, she slowly walked through it, soaking in all the memories. Rachel sat on her favorite swing and leaned her head against the chain.

When had everything become so complicated?

Being with Will had been amazing. So amazing, she never thought about the possibility of getting caught. Everything had just been too perfect for that.

And then Jesse came, and it all came crashing down on her. Had she really ever liked him? I liked what I thought he was, before he showed his true self. And now, he had ruined her life. He had took Will away from her.

Her chin trembled and she took out her cell phone, dialing the number she dreaded most.

"Rachel? Well, this is a pleasant surprise."

Rachel squeezed her eyes shut. "Is there any way you'll let me have Will back?"

There was a sigh. "We've been over this, sweetheart. If you get back together, he's going to jail."

"Please, Jesse, I'm begging you! I'll do anything, I swear, please!" She cried desperately.

"You don't seem to understand, Rachel. All I want is YOU. We were good together, babe. We could've been something great, but you decided to go for the older guy. What does he have that I don't anyway? I'm handsomer, more talented, smarter, richer…"

She took a shaky breath. "You knew about us before?"

Jesse snickered. "Seriously? The way you drooled over him in Glee was disgusting. You two would practically undress each other with your eyes every meeting. But you could do so much better, Rach. C'mon, be with me instead. Forget about that loser."

Rachel felt a surge of anger. "Will is not a loser! He's a better man than you could ever be, and I will always love him with all my heart. I would never want to be with you, you egotistical, dim-witted, blackmailing asshole!"

"THAT'S IT!" Jesse shouted, making her cringe. "You better start treating me better, slut, or he's out of here a lot sooner! Don't make this mistake again; I won't be so forgiving next time."

And he hung up. Rachel let her chin drop to her chest in defeat. This was useless. Jesse was never going to leave them alone.

"Rach?"

She lifted her head in shock. "Will? How did you find me?"

He gave her a small smile. "Quinn told me you were going somewhere to be alone, and I figured that meant here. You took me here on our second date remember?"

She stared at him sadly. "Why are you here?"

Will sat in the swing next to her and silently handed her a crumpled piece of paper.

Mr. Shue-

Rachel only broke up with you because Jesse made her. She still loves you, and she's miserable. She's gonna kill me for telling you, but I think you need to know. I'm so sorry for everything that's happened to both of you. I'll be here if you need any help.

-Quinn

Rachel narrowed her eyes. "That was a stupid thing to do."

He gently took her hand. "I don't think so."

She pulled away. "Will, this doesn't change anything. If we're together, Jesse will tell. We have to stay broken up, regardless of our feelings."

He grabbed her chin to make her look into his eyes. "Rachel…This changes everything."

She lost her ability to speak as he pulled her face to his and pressed their lips together. Her resistance melted away when his tongue met hers in the middle. She gripped his hair with passion, pulling him closer, as he caressed and cradled her face with his hands. Will moved his lips across her jaw, down her neck, leaving a fiery trail wherever his lips touched. He rested his face in the crook of her neck.

"I thought…I thought you didn't love me anymore. That you didn't want me."

He sounded broken, so broken her eyes filled with tears and she stroked his hair.

"No, no, I'll always love you, Will, I promise." Rachel told him earnestly, her voice choking up. "I'm so, so sorry!"

He pressed his lips to her neck again. "It's okay, baby. But I need you to stay with me, alright? I can't have you away from me, I need you here."

"We have to stop Jesse." She whispered.

Will raised his head, holding both her hands firmly. "I know, Rach."

"Three people know. You, me, and Quinn. And none of us know what to do." She bit her lip. "I think we should tell Glee club."

He started at her incredulously. "That will help? More people knowing? No, we can't."

"Think about it, Will!" she urged. "There's safety in numbers. And they won't tell anyone, they love you!"

"Rachel…"he sighed. "This is such a huge risk."

She squeezed his hands. "I know. But I'd rather take this risk, than know for sure we'll never be together."

He kissed Rachel's cheek. "You're right."

She smiled and moved to sit on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you so much,"

Will held her in a tight embrace. "Me too, Rach. Me too."

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-Leesh