Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Okay? *Cries* Well….except my laptop. That is mine, however if you want to be technical about it, it's still sort of kind of property of Dell, which I'm simply buying in monthly instalments. Of course, I don't own Dell either….o.O I'm just going to shut up now. Sorry.

N/A: Not at university today due to snow. So I had unexpected time to write this. Woo.

Chapter 8) Spanish Lust & Emma's Email

After glee practice, Rachel had waited for Will at his office and when he came rushing in their lips eagerly met and they kissed as if they hadn't seen each other for centuries. Evaporating the angst they carried. It was funny to think just how much they had already been through at such an early stage. The thought made their head spin. Will had invited Rachel over to his apartment for dinner, but she had reluctantly declined his invitation knowing that her dad's would question her whereabouts. However that didn't stop them from adoring each other for a while longer, as they whispered loving words.

Emma heard them before she saw their laughing faces walking down the corridor and before they had the chance to see her; she turned her light off and observed them as if they were a new species. She noted that his earlier stress was gone and had been replaced by laughter, which made her smile. She hated to play the villain, she really did, but she knew Rachel's kind, she knew that they wouldn't last in a small town for longer than necessary. Rachel had always dreamt of New York not Lima. What if that dream also included a trophy husband? Will was a teacher, not a famous figure. That last thought had been the push she needed to send the email that she had been staring at for the past hour and when it indicated that it had been sent, she breathed out heavily and hoped for the best as she gazed at the couple.

Rachel had her arms wrapped around his neck as she gave him a quick peak on the lips too afraid to be caught. "No-one is here at this time Rach, relax," he smiled and pulled her closer. These times were precious to them. It meant that no matter how screwed up their relationship was their love for one another was real. "Are you sure you can't come over?"

Rachel gave him a smile then brought her lips to his ear, "I'll ring you later?" she whispered smoothly before she walked away, swaying her hips playfully.

Two weeks later….

Rapidly closing his office door, Will turned to the woman sitting on his desk with an eager smile and strolled towards her. "You're evil in so many ways Rachel," he groaned then pushed his body in between her parted legs, before eloping his strong arms around her small figure. Her hair cascaded down her back, brushing against his fingers as he captured her hungry lips, with held the same hunger, and as he lowered her down on his desk, his eyes shone with a desirable spark.

"I was getting so turned on watching you speak in Spanish. I can't help myself," she murmured, and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him closer to her. "You sounded so sexy, so in control. I wanted to see you lose it just for me," she breathed heavily with desire. Her hands lowered down to his pants and unzipped them until she freed his aching manhood.

"Rach…remember my rules. We can't do this here…" his weak protest made Rachel laugh because as he was saying this, his fingers were gliding up her inner thigh.

"Oh really?" she giggled "because that's exactly what we are about to do," she said and stroked his shaft.

"What if we get caught?" he groaned at the sensation.

She sprinkled feather light kisses onto his neck as her hands worked his manhood. "Door is locked and if we hurry. No-one will notice. Come on…" she pouted.

She looked so turned on, he thought and with his skilled fingers, he stroked her folds, and groaned at how wet she was for him. It never failed to amaze him, that she was always ready. "Come on Will, we have plenty time for that later, I want you inside of me now, before people start looking for us," she protested and guided him to her centre. Will thought he was going to explode just then when he entered her slowly. She was so tight, it was almost painful. Almost.

"I can't believe. Two weeks. Two weeks, we've lasted without doing this in school," he said, his voice clouded with arousal as his stokes became faster. Rachel kissed his neck, as her hands ran over his muscled back. Squeezing him as she got closer and closer.

"Oh Will," she moaned and kissed his mouth desperately to muffle their cries of pleasure. Remembering how she broke his rule merely minutes before.

"Alright class, it sadness me to tell you all, but this is our last ever class. Congratulations to you all for passing it. As a treat, we can have a Spanish themed class party!" he had exclaimed happily. The students cheered and each hugged their soon to be ex-teacher. Will was truly sad to wish them all goodbye. Most of his glee kids had taken Spanish and he felt like they were all his family. Glancing at Rachel, he smiled to himself. She looked beautiful that day. She had her hair curled and had applied a small amount of make-up that made her olive skin look so flawless. Her pouty lips shone in the brightly lit room and he was so desperate to feel their softness. It was painful for him to be less than 5 feet away from her, but still feel so far. His eyes wandered further down her body, taking her in. She had a new dress on, he noted. This one was more mature than her previous ones, but still held a Rachel Berry-ness that he couldn't quite understand, and as he found himself walking towards her, he smiled and touched her arm. Hoping no-one else saw the way a simple touch caught their breaths.

"Oh Mr Schue," Puck cheered. "I'm going to Spain for two weeks this summer before college starts. Got any pick-up lines in Spanish I could use?"

Will laughed but looked slightly unsure, "Come on," Rachel purred seductively, and then discreetly held his hand for a brief period that made him questions whether that happened or not.

"Fine…Fine…" He smiled and watched other students gather around them to listen.

"Tus labios son hermosos quiero besarlos," he said in a fluent accent that made every girl in the room stutter, including Rachel, who when she realised what he had said, blushed at the thought. "Your lips are beautiful, I want to kiss them," he translated. Puck noted it down.

"Any others?" Rachel asked this time, undressing him with her eyes as she heard his beautiful voice.

"Sos mas linda que las estrellas en el cielo" He said, as he looked at Rachel, unaware that the class was still staring at them. "You're more beautiful than the stars in the sky,"

"Gracias, Mr Schue," Rachel grinned when she noticed his embarrassment.

"Yeah. Thanks Mr Schue. Kinda cheesey, but I'll let you know if they worked," Puck said.

Will nodded, then walked away to grabbed a drink, desperately trying not to break under Rachel's lustful gaze. She walked over to him, and grabbed herself a drink. "Oh you're so sexy Will," she whispered. "You have no idea how turned on I actually am right now,"

Will swallowed soundly, and looked around to see if anyone had heard her, "Rach. What are you doing?"

"Imagining us having sex on your desk." She said bluntly. "Your strong body against mine, driving me wild. Oh the way that it feels. It's unbelievably good. Your lips are like heaven, and your talent. There should be a song written about your lips,"

"Rachel…" Will saw her dark eyes getting a shade darker as she told him what she was thinking.

"I want you so badly," she told him and quickly glanced around them to see if they were being watched. When the coast was clear, she stepped closer to him, until their torsos were touching. "I'll be in your office. Excuse yourself and meet me there?"

Will watched Rachel walk away. 'Fuck!' His mind screamed and when he looked down and saw the bulging in his pants. He desperately sighed. 'FUCK!' his thoughts screamed again. He looked at his class; they were all laughing at Puck's jokes, not really noticing anything else.

'I'm just going into my office and tell Rachel that she should wait until later. We can't have sex in school' he told himself and quickly sneaked hoping that no one saw..

Quinn laughed at Puck, and then caught their teacher sneaking out of the class from the corner of her eye. She frowned a little, wondering what was happening. Wondering why he'd left discreetly, and when she noticed there was a missing class mate, she shrugged slightly and then returned her attention back to her class mates. Taking a mental note for later.

Emma was getting frustrated. Did Rachel care so little for Will that she would dismiss the whole email? She hadn't sleep properly for two weeks. Every hour she checked her emails, hoping to get an email from Rachel. Her husband had started to worry for her. Wondering what cause would have his wife so upset. More than usual.

As she paced in her office, she heard Rachel's voice, and froze. She had to speak to Rachel now. She thought and rushed out of the office. School was over in just three weeks, and they'd graduate in four. Rachel would be moving to New York soon. Had Rachel even told him that she was a finalist at NYADA? Had they discussed their future? Probably not. As she walked around the corner, she witnessed Rachel leaving Will's office with a grin on her face. She watched the student rushing back to class, and she couldn't help but to feel slightly angry when Will followed her into the classroom three minutes later. It was one thing to be having an affair with a student, but another to do it in school grounds. She thought.

As the bell rang, Emma lingered outside the Spanish classroom, waiting for Rachel, and when she saw the brunette leaving with Quinn. She walked towards the group of students and called Rachel aside. She noticed how the young adult looked unsure as she said goodbye to her friends.

"Rachel, do you care so little for Mr Schuester?"

Rachel squinted at the counsellor, unsure of where this was going, "Excuse me?"

"The email Rachel. Didn't it make you stop and think?"

"What email? Look Ms Pillsbury, I don't mean to sound ungrateful that you aren't reporting us, but…"

"Don't you check your school's email?" Emma asked, ignoring Rachel's incoming speech.

"No. I stopped checking them last year, when I received daily abuse from the Cheerios on it. Constant insults get to people sometimes, you know?"

"Oh." Emma looked away embarrassed. She had thought that Rachel had simply ignored the email and now as the self-proclaimed diva stared at her, she didn't know what to say. When she heard her office phone ringing, she thanked whoever was ringing her and rushed to pick it up.

Rachel was more confused than ever, as she walked towards the cafeteria. Wondering what email Ms Pillsbury was talking about.

Quinn watched Rachel walking towards their table with an apple in her hand, looking so confused. "Is that all you're having for lunch?" she asked her, and when Rachel didn't respond, the cheerleader raised her voice, "Rachel!"

"Uh, What? Sorry, I was…thinking,"

Quinn raised her brow. "What did Ms Pillsbury want?"

"I'm not sure." Rachel murmured.

That night, when Rachel got home, she greeted her dad's by kissing them on the cheek and rushed to her room, wanting to see her emails. When she signed into the school's email system, Rachel sighed, when she saw 504 unread emails in her inbox. As curiosity took control, she opened a few from her peers, and sighed. Nothing had changed. She thought. People were still making fun of her.

She read one from Santana that made her laugh as the cheerleader called her an over-grown little person and went further on offending her clothes.

She scrolled through the emails, until she found the one she had been searching for.

Subject: Please Read.

Rachel, I hope you read this and it makes you realise that this matter is truly complex. Not even my years of training can prepare me for this. I care for William very dearly. I love him very much and I have no doubt that you love him too. I'm not blind. I can see it. In fact I'm shocked you two haven't been caught yet, but the reason that I am emailing you is that, you must understand that what you and Will are doing is barely legal, and it kills him every time. You know Will is an excellent educator, and although he has fought against his feelings for you, you managed to crack him. You've destroyed the wall he had up, and although he seems happy, this will eventually crack and he will fall.

I have known him for years, and I had never seen him cry, then just today, he cried with such desperation. It broke my heart to see him in such conflict.

Will is a good man, and I understand that you have issues with people leaving you from past experiences, and he has sworn he wouldn't leave you, but did you know, that he is beating himself up for loving you every day? Surely, you've seen him. He thinks that by being with you, he's destroying your dreams of Broadway, and quite frankly, so do I.

You don't belong here Rachel. You belong in New York or Hollywood. Will has his career here, his family…He can't go with you, he knows that, I know that and somewhere deep down you know that too Rachel.

Please, please, think about this. He'll never break-up with you it has taken too much of him already to be where he is, but if you tag him along with you, how long will it be until you start socialising and realising that life beyond Lima is better? He'll become depressed and eventually you will both resent each other. I know it will hurt at first, but soon it will be better for both of you Rachel. You have nothing to lose, but Will has everything to lose. His job, his life, his friends, family, and etcetera, is that fair?

Please think about it.

Rachel finished the email with tears streaming down her eyes. Her hands were shaking violently as she read through the last paragraph. She hadn't known Will had cried that day two weeks ago. She was so preoccupied with her own emotions, she had never once thought about him. How selfish could she be? She hated herself at that moment. Emma was completely right. She thought. She was not worth it for Will. He wanted so many things that she couldn't give him; eventually he would resent her for dragging him along. He would grow tired of her melodramatic self. Was she being selfish about this? She asked herself. Of course!

She looked at her reflexion on her star-shaped mirror and cried harder. Everything in her life, screamed not to let him go, but her heart knew better. She knew that eventually he would find a girl, and he'd be truly happy to remember her after she was gone. She'd give him things that Rachel couldn't. She wouldn't be selfish, and Will wouldn't be battling with any demons. But she was completely in love with Will, how could she go on with life without him? He was more than a boyfriend, he was her rock. Without him, how could she be?

Rachel woke up the next morning, with a throbbing headache. Her throat felt sore, as if she had been holding her tears for months. She thought about checking her emails again. Hoping that somehow all that she had read was just a dream, but it wasn't, and even if it had been, the dream still made sense. It still brought up points against their relationship. Points that tested her love for him. If she truly did love him, she would have to let him go.

TBC…

A/N: Please don't kill me. *Goes into hiding*