A/N: Okay so I have a legitimate excuse for the delayed update; fanfiction wouldn't let me upload any of my documents for the past week. So without ado, chapter 3!

October 12, 2011

The rain drizzled down lightly and looked like a pleasant mist spraying from the sky. Will glanced out the slightly frosted window at the spectacle and found himself in pure, utter bliss. The gentle patter was hypnotic to him and gave him a moment of peace while his 9th period Spanish class struggled on their chapter test.

Any other teacher in this situation would have thought about Thanksgiving plans or what movie they wanted to watch the following weekend. Will Schuster couldn't help but ponder Rachel Berry's revulsion of the rain. No one else Will had encountered had ever taken such a disliking to precipitation.

On that note the bell chimed and it was time for glee club. Will walked casually down the hallway, but he made sure to slow down and check up on Rachel at her locker.

"Rachel, are you going to be okay for glee today?" he asked with genuine concern.

"Yes. I would like to formally apologize for my behavior over the past couple of rehearsals. I, however, felt that Noah's comments on my sweaters were quite rude and action needed to be taken." She continued on her tirade, but Will could only focus on the way her eyebrows furrowed and quickly rose again whenever she yelled. His eye line moved down to her lips. They were a perfect rosy pink and there wasn't a crack in sight. She has to apply a lot of chapstick for lips that smooth, he thought before snapping back to reality.

"Mr. Schue, you're asking me if I'm going to be okay for rehearsal today, but you can barely focus on anything today. It seems sort of counterproductive to project your problems on someone else."

Will couldn't help but roll his eyes and chortle at Rachel's blunt and curt manner, but he still felt caught by how sharp and observant she was. He felt his cheeks begin to flush a humiliating shade of red, so he did the best thing he could to cover it up; he got sassy.

"You know what?" he asked haughtily, "Just go home Rachel. I'm sick of your bad attitude. You really just don't know how to treat people. You act like a spoiled diva all the time and you think you can get away with anything! I can't even deal with you lately! Until further notice," he stumbled on his words while he tried to think of a threatening situation, "you are suspended from glee club."

Rachel choked back tears as she tilted her head back to look him in the eye. In any other situation, Rachel would have retorted that: she was far superior, he was jealous of her and her talent, or even that he was just trying to ruin her life, but she didn't because what he said was true. Rachel knew that she had been melodramatic lately, but she didn't want to come to terms with the fact that it impacted those around her. She turned and darted away so as to hide her tear stained face for long enough to get to the nearest bathroom. In her hurry to escape her teacher, she left a pink notebook with flowers on it in front of her open locker.

Will stood there, flabbergasted and appalled by his actions. He just expelled his star to disguise the fact that he had an inappropriate thought. Thoughts of losing, taunting, teasing and cursing raced through his head while he tried to find the quickest way to get Rachel back to glee. He knew that she couldn't stay away; glee was her life, after all. Staring at her notebook, he had an epiphany. If he could convince Rachel that she had solved her attitude problem, her suspension would be up and she would be reinstated. However, in order to trick her into believing that she was better, he would have to dig a little deeper into her problems.

He decided to open her notebook.

Yes, he knew that he was defiling her privacy and he knew that his actions were intrusive, but the more he knew, the less he had to bs while trying to help Rachel. He opened and immediately noticed that it was not a math notebook with doodles of hearts and arrows that say RB+FH in them as he had expected; it was her journal. He debated as to whether or not he still wanted to go on.

The halls were now deserted and he couldn't help but feel himself sweating. He heard a sound and double took behind him to find the source, but it was only the distant sound of the dumpster shutting. This could not be the Tell Tale Heart and risk his own sanity by reading one entry, so he put the notebook back in Rachel's locker, closed the locker, and clasped the lock. But even when he had taken the higher, more noble path, it haunted him. He looked on the floor to find her latest entry laying there before him.

Will was never superstitious, but he needed Rachel back in glee and this seemed like a sign. He took few deep breaths on the walk back to his office, where he planned to read this entry. He locked the door, sat down in his chair, took a sip of coffee and braced himself. Will had expected the worst, but no amount of coffee in the world could have prepared him for this. He read the first two sentences before he threw the paper as far as he could in horror and disgust. It read,

Dear Diary,

It didn't work. Only I could screw up my own suicide…

A/N: Like it? Don't like it? Have a good joke to tell? Then review! Let me know what you think! Ps, the story is about to get a little more heated. In the upcoming chapters it gets a little angsty and deals with controversial concepts such as mental illness. If it offends you, don't read it (not to sound rude or anything).