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A/N: Sorry everyone for not updating in such a long time. Life has gotten in the way & I've been too tired to have any sort of imagination to write, I pushed myself to write this chapter and I have to admit it is not one of my best chapter but hopefully someone will like it.

Three months later.

Will

Stumbling on the old bench at the bar down town, Will groaned and drank the seventh shot of Whiskey that night. It had been three months and three days since she had left for New York and each minute of the day felt like another crack through his soul. Often he found himself questioning his own thoughts, wondering if he had anything else in life to live for but then he would take a look at his parents and regret thinking of such thoughts. His Friday nights were filled with alcohol and cheap flings with the local women. Their touches made him feel numb.

At the sound of laugher, Will turned his drunker head around and found a group of giggling women from his work and in the group he found Emma, and with a dirty smirk he threw his head back and gulped the remainder of his beverage before he stood up.

Emma saw him before the others did. She saw the look of determination in his eyes and wondered what he was about to do and with no warning on his part he threw his arms around the petite woman and began to fill her personal space. Her eyes widened once his lips found hers. "Wil…Will.. wha…you doing?" she pushed.

"What's the matter Em?" he protested. "I thought this is what you wanted. She's gone and I am all yours now. Congratulations!" he said angrily.

"Schuester, I think you should go home." Coach Beastly said as she got up from her seat.

"I don't think it is. In fact I was here first." His voice sounded bitter. "Can I have another round please?" he asked the bartender and sat down besides the other people who he really didn't care much for.

"So, what has everybody been up to? Has anyone here destroyed someone's live recently?" He asked as he leaned back on his seat. "I know you have," he pointed to the red-haired.

Emma looked puzzled and unsure of what to do. Her eyes danced back and forth from Will to the group.

"Will this isn't like you. You've had too many…"

"This is me now!" he interrupted. "Get used to it." His eyes pierced. "Besides, you're the reason she left. I know you Emma. You just couldn't stay out of it. Tell me what did you tell her?"

Taking his bottle of beer from the waitress he gulped a mouth full and laughed bitterly. "I used to think that you cared for me, boy was I wrong."

Slamming her fist onto the table, Beastly shouted, "Look, I don't know what the hell is going on here but Will, today is Emma's birthday and we are out to celebrate it. These past few weeks you've been acting nothing like yourself and to be honest I'm getting frustrated with your attitude. You hardly show up for work and when you do you're always late. You don't give a shit to your appearance and you stink of alcohol and it's only five in the afternoon! You need to sort your life out."

"I had my life sorted until SHE destroyed it! I had the love of my life and now she's gone and it's all because of HER!" he screamed as he pointed at Emma. "And now, she does love me."

"Will, she was too young. I bet she has already forgotten about you. I think you need to go away somewhere for the Christmas holiday and just relax."

Everyone in the bar was staring at the group as Will shouted. "I love her. I will never forgive you. I don't know how you made her fall out of love with me, but I will never forgive you," he said with bitterness before he got up and left. The group were shocked at his out of character behaviour as they mumbled to themselves.

"Who was he talking about?" asked one of the teachers in the group.

"Rachel Berry. He was talking about Rachel Berry." Answered a soft voice.

"Quinn." Emma gasped.

RACHEL

Strolling aimlessly through Central Park, Rachel allowed her mind to think about Will. She had trained her mind to only think about him whenever she was alone this was because every time her thoughts wandered she often cried for hours after. She once even achieved a small role of a crying girl on a popular Broadway play due to her unstoppable tears.

As she glanced at her watch she was shocked to learn that it was already past midnight and as she knew Central Park wasn't very friendly during the night and as she wiped her fresh tears, she hugged her body and made her way back to her dorm.

Rachel woke up to find her roommate looking directly at her and as she rubbed her eyes she asked the girl what was the matter.

"You came back late again. What on earth do you do so late at night. Are you sleeping with one of the professors?"

"No. I just like to think at night. It wasn't a crime last time I checked."

The girl smiled lightly. "No. But crying as much as you do should be. Now get up. We've got film class in an hour,"

"I don't feel like going," Rachel moaned.

"Come on, Rach. You promise you'd go with me" the petite red-haired pouted and when she got no answer from Rachel, she sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Oh by the way a girl named Quinn called when you were out last night. She said something about a guy named Shoe not knowing about Emma's email."

"What?" Rachel murdered. "Ellie, what exactly did Quinn say?"

"What I just told you." Ellie replied "Don't forget film class. You promised" she said and then left Rachel alone in the dorm.

**Three Months Ago**

"Rachel, I think you should tell Mr Schue about the email," Quinn said as she help her pack her bags.

"No. He and Emma are close as ever. She already told him and he has probably agreed" Rachel whispered with deep sadness.

"Are you sure about that?"

Rachel nodded. "Yes. I just have to accept that Will and I will never be together. It wasn't in our destiny"

"You didn't try hard enough."

"I did it for love. I didn't want him to hate me," Rachel said through teary eyes. "Besides, if was meant to be he'll find me in New York. If he loves me as much as he says he does, he'll fight for us and come to New York."

"Rach, but you told him you didn't love him,"

"If he loves me he'll know I was only protecting him." Rachel murmured.

"I don't understand…" Quinn said.

"If he knows about the email, he'll know I was influenced by Emma and he'll fight for us…"

"And if he doesn't?" Quinn questioned, "what if he thinks that you didn't love him enough to stay with him? What if he thinks you used the email as a passage to leave?"

"Then it's not meant to be…" Rachel mumbled to herself and grabbed the last few clothes she wanted to take to New York with her.

"I think you're doing a huge mistake,"

'So do I' Rachel thought.

**Present Time**

Ringing Quinn seemed like the hardest thing for her to do and as she heard the blonde's soft voice on the other side it secretly made her heart ache. All the wounds she had been licking seemed to be opening up again as they discussed the old and new phases of their life.

"I saw Will the other day,"

"Oh. How…How was he?"

"Not good. He hasn't been good at all." Quinn said.

As Quinn explained what was happening back in Lima Rachel thanked her gods that she was alone in the room. So no one saw her cry.

"Rach, he doesn't know about the email. He still thinks that you don't love him. He's heartbroken. You hurt him pretty bad,"

"Quinn, I thought I was ready to talk about this but Im not. I'm sorry. I have to go." Rachel cried and ended the call.

"But Rachel…" Quinn moaned. "I guess I will have to tell him myself."

A/N: I know, I know. This was a very crappy chapter but I just needed something to get my creative juices flowing again.

Please let me know what you think and I will try to update this again soon.