Sadly, I do not own Glee. I am not Ryan Murphy (don't let the Kangol fool you.) I am just a super fan with slightly weird fanfic ideas that don't go away until they're posted online.
Trigger Warning:This story deals with the topics of pedophilia, ephebophilia, sexual abuse, and domestic abuse.
It was Friday. Today Rachel Berry would be singing in front of him. She in all her glory would be releasing her beautiful voice for him to hear, eager to please him. He hoped she would wear one of her signature short skirts with one of her various animal sweaters. He hoped that she would sing a song that would include some sort of twirling choreography. He surely didn't think that his wife would be the only thought in his mind.
He sat in the waiting room of some overpriced OBGYN to see the child he was expecting with his wife. He secretly fantasized of being here with Rachel. Instead, he was sitting next to Terri who was complaining about morning sickness. Instead he had to sit here and let her treat him like her little lapdog because that was the agreement with the two of them. In public she was in charge, and behind closed doors, he was the leader.
As the nurse called them back into the room, he took a deep breath to get Rachel Berry off his mind. He couldn't think of her short skirts or of her voice. Right now he had to play "Good husband" and see a whole new life he created. He made small talk with the doctor as the nurse prepped her for the ultrasound, he wanted a little boy. A little miniature version of him that wouldn't be anything like him. He wouldn't want his son to marry someone as a cover-up for his secrets.
He watched in awe as the doctor showed him the little mass that would soon grow into a recognizable fetus. He couldn't even attempt to mask the tears he had in his eyes over hearing the heartbeat. He couldn't even believe it when he leant over to his wife and kissed her, thinking about something wonderful they created together.
In this moment, Rachel Berry was the last thing on his mind. He would be having a child, one that was the best of him and the woman who he loved.
As soon as he stepped through the doors at McKinley, all his thoughts about Terri and their child vanished at the sight of Rachel Berry. She had on one of her sinfully short skirts and a crisp, tight white button-up shirt. To anyone else, she looked like one of those girls in those tacky "schoolgirl" pornos, but to Will…. She was just perfect.
He loved Terri, and he loved that she was having his child. But he knew that those two facts weren't enough. Those two things wouldn't erase his feelings for Rachel. Those two things wouldn't erase that he needed to be with younger girls. It was just who he was, it was just the way he was wired and nothing he ever tried could fix it.
He tried dating girls his own age, and he would always feel the need for someone younger and naïve. He even married the picture perfect girl, the star cheerleader and the most beautiful girl at McKinley and it still wasn't enough.
He went straight to the teachers break room to drink a cup of cheap, over-sweetened coffee and to talk to Sandy Ryerson about the try-outs for New Directions later. He sat silently as Sandy babbled on about a strong male lead to lead them to victory, talking on and on about that Jesse St. James kid at Carmel. Will's head was filled with the sound of his child's heartbeat and the voice of a young Rachel Berry singing "Don't Rain on My Parade." He looked around the room and landed on the new guidance counselor, Emma Pillsbury. Sue would constantly make little jibs at her about her need for cleanliness at a school like McKinley, but she never wavered in her quest for sanitation.
Will liked that about her. He liked her wide, doe-eyes, her bright red hair and her innocent demeanor in a school full of crazies. Maybe a woman like that could cure him.
Promptly at 3:00 pm, he sat down besides Sandy in the auditorium to hear the kids audition. Everyone who could pretty much carry a tune was in, seeing that no one was jumping at the chance to join a semi-decent (losers who steal chump change from her Cheerio's if you asked Sue,) glee club. But these kids this time around had promise and an underdog with talent quality about them. The first boy, Kurt Hummel came out and sang "Mr. Cellophane" and he was as far from a normal kid at McKinley as you could get and he seemed to not care one bit. He knew he was better than his tormentors and you could tell from him flipping his hair to the side and not wavering one bit from the song. After that it was your typical "soulful church singer" audition from Mercedes, a surprisingly soulful audition from Artie Abrams who happened to be in a wheelchair (and the son of one of his former high school acquaintances, so he had to put the kid in the club even if he was talent less,) and a surprising rendition of "I Kissed a Girl" by Tina Cohen-Chang.
Then she stepped out. Will was so silent that you could hear a pin drop; Sandy babbled something about her clothes and proceeded to start her audition music. The instrumental of "On my Own" started and Will's heart just fell into his penny loafers. Her voice just flawlessly weaved her mouth and there was no doubt about it, she was worth the wait. She was worth reviving and keeping the dead horse that is the Glee club alive. She was worth making his wife dress up like her for years. She was worth the countless scenarios that went through his head about how she would look and how she would sound when he got to meet her again. Gone was the little girl who he got to give a slice of cake to, and in front of him was a beautiful young woman full of talent. In front of him was his number one fantasy.
If anyone was going to cure him, it would be Rachel Berry. Not Terri, not his child. Rachel Berry was it for him, and he just had to have her.
AN: So sorry I haven't posted in forever! Working + Writer's block is never a good thing like ever. But I'll most likely update on a rolling basis, and I'll try to post something at least once a week. So reviews are excellent and appreciated!