A/N: Hey everyone! Hope summer is treating you all well. Only one month left before I go back to school for the fall semester so I'll be trying to write as much as I can in the next few weeks. Anyways, thanks for the lovely reviews last time. We made it over 60! Hope you like chapter 11 and please read and review!

Rachel walked away from Will's apartment feeling more stressed than ever but she finally reached her car and drove back home, hopefully to a quieter house instead of the angry one she left earlier. She pulled into the garage with her car and took a deep breath before getting out. She cautiously entered the house and was relieved to hear silence.

She walked carefully into the kitchen and through the living room, where only one of her dads, Leroy, sat sitting reading a book.

"Hi dad," Rachel said calmly. Leroy looked up from his book and gave his daughter a small smile in return. He folded his page and motioned for her to sit next to him. Rachel quickly made her way over to the empty spot and waited for another lecture. Instead, Leroy wrapped his arm around her shoulders, giving her a gentle squeeze. Rachel smiled at him warmly and rested her head on his chest.

"Dad, I know I messed up but please don't hate me," Rachel said softly against his shirt.

"Rachel, your father and I could never hate you, not for anything. Granite, this was quite a big shock to hear but, we'll never stop loving you, okay?" Leroy said as he placed a light kiss to her head.

"Thank you, you don't know how much that means to me," Rachel said as she leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"So, where have you been all afternoon?" Leroy asked, as he eyed her curiously.

"First to meet Finn at the Lima Bean and then over to Will's apartment to talk to him. He's not doing so well," Rachel said, hoping her dad could maybe offer some helpful advice. She would take anything she could get, whether from her father, Kurt, Quinn or a stranger on the street.

"How did Finn take the news?" he first asked, making Rachel slightly cringe as she didn't want to talk about Finn. He wasn't her main priority anymore.

"Not well, but that was to be expected," Rachel said sadly.

"Give him time sweetheart, I'm sure he'll come around," Leroy said causing Rachel to roll her eyes at him.

"I don't think I want him around. I just don't care about him anymore. I care about Will and helping him. Finn's the last thing on my mind right now," Rachel said a bit more forcefully than intended, causing Leroy to give her a look of concern.

"Okay, calm down, Rachel. What's wrong with Will?" Leroy asked, curious to know what was going on to make his daughter so upset.

"He's just stressed and feels like no one is around to support him. I keep telling him that I'm here for him, but I know he doesn't believe a word I say. He's starting to worry me, dad," Rachel said.

"And his stress only adds more to my stress level which in turn is not good for the baby," Rachel added as she placed a protective hand over her belly.

"I thought you two were going to work on it?" Leroy questioned, listening to his daughters worry over a man who she wasn't even in a relationship with.

"I want to and he says he does too, but I honestly don't think he truly means it," Rachel said, feeling the tears in her eyes start to form at the realization. What if Will could never love her? What if they never will be a part of each other's lives even though they have a baby on the way? It just didn't seem right to Rachel to have no tie to him, which was why she was working so hard to prove her love to him.

"This is a big shock, Rachel, to all of us, even Will. I'm sure he never expected to get you pregnant, so for him to be in this situation is extremely hard," Leroy explained. He by no means took pity upon Will's guilt but it was making Rachel upset. If his daughter was upset, he was going to try and help her, even if that meant trying to help Will get up off his feet or offer some sort of reality check to Rachel.

"I know it's hard, believe me I do, but he just feels so guilty and I can't do anything to snap him out of it," Rachel said sadly. She wondered if any time she gave him a pep talk if he actually listened to anything she said. She hoped he did, but knew that it was very likely that he didn't.

"Honestly, honey, you shouldn't have to. He should be a man and snap out of it himself," Leroy said bluntly, causing Rachel to open her mouth at him in shock.

"And if that doesn't work then you need to focus on what's best for you and the baby, with or without him in the picture," he added causing Rachel to slowly close her mouth, speechless.

"I want you to be happy and if he keeps making you like this, then he's not worth it," Leroy finally finished, standing up in the process. Rachel continued to stare at him in shock because of his forwardness. He was of course correct, but hearing it out loud caused Rachel to put things in a new perspective.

"I'm going to start making dinner before your daddy gets home. We can talk more about this later, alright? I want you to really think about this though, okay, Rachel? What does Will have to offer you that makes you want to be in a relationship with him?" he stated sternly while walking away towards the kitchen, slightly shaking his head.

Rachel took another couple minutes to compose herself after hearing her dad's bluntness about the subject. She didn't expect him to be so open and although that was what she wanted from him, she still found it a bit of a shock to hear those words come out of his mouth.

He did, however, leave several thoughts for her to think about, mainly her well-being and the babies in regards to Will's state of mind. He was a wreck, an absolute wreck that was only getting worse each time she saw him. He definitely wasn't the confident man she slept with almost four weeks ago. He was a sobbing mess that was making her question his stability. If he didn't pull it together soon, she was afraid that her father would be correct and she would have to choose to allow him in her life or not. It wasn't the choice she wanted to make, but it was the only one that seemed to make sense.

She, however, couldn't further ruin his life by leaving him completely. It wouldn't be right, but her safety was important as well. Rachel sighed, not knowing what to do and desperately could not wait to be at Yale to talk with Quinn. She really needed a woman's perspective on things as all she had to talk to were males.

Rachel got up and wandered towards her room, plopping down on her bed to soothe her tired body. She knew this overwhelming amount of stress was not good for the growth of their baby and gently placed her hand on her stomach to try and add more comfort.

The buzz on her phone though didn't leave much time for comfort. "Available for Skype?" Kurt asked.

Rachel quickly typed a yes and headed over to her lap top to pull open the Skype window. She saw Kurt's name appear and she hit accept call. His face then came on the screen a little blurry but soon fixed to a clear image.

"So, how are things at home?" Kurt asked immediately. The angry voicemail Finn left him led him to believe that things were more than a little rocky for Rachel.

"Not good," Rachel simply said, avoiding Kurt's gaze in the web cam. She didn't want to look at his pity filled eyes.

"What happened, Rachel?" Kurt asked, sympathetically, hating seeing his friend going through such a difficult time without him there. He couldn't wait till she was back in the comfort of their apartment.

"Will's on the verge of a mental break down, Finn's upset, and I'm stressed beyond belief," Rachel said all in one breath.

"Is that all?" Kurt joked hoping to bring some humor to Rachel's life. She, however, wasn't amused.

"Okay, I'm sorry. First of all, I know about Finn. He left me a voicemail almost in tears. He's a big boy though and will get over it. Will, on the other hand, may need a lot of work. He sounds really depressed," Kurt said as he explained his thoughts.

"As for you, you're the most import thing, Rachel. Your health during this is most important and you can't be so stressed all the time. Things will be better though once you come home," he said. "You won't have all the distraction," he explained.

"My stress is only because of Will's stress. I don't want him depressed, Kurt. If he's like this now, how will he react when the baby is actually born? Did you know mothers and fathers can actually be in post-depression after their child is born and not have the will to take care of it? Or what about all this stress causing a miscarriage? He needs to be in the right state of mind to be around my child," Rachel said all in one breath, causing herself to overthink and overreact to everything yet again.

"Rachel, you need to calm down okay? There will be a day where Will will realize that he's important and snap out of it. You don't need to worry about a miscarriage if you just relax and focus on you. If he doesn't snap out of it, then you need to make the choice on what to do," Kurt said, simply. There were no other options, plain and simple. Either Will was committed to her or he wasn't.

"That's exactly what my dad said to me," Rachel said with a frown.

"It's the truth," Kurt said as he folded his arms, rocking his feet back and forth in his chair.

"Just try and make the best of the next day you are there and then come home with me. I have two large tubs of ice cream that need eating," Kurt said with a smile causing Rachel to let out a small laugh.

"Okay, thank you, Kurt," Rachel said grateful that she had a best friend as wonderful as him.

"Love you," he said as he was going to hit the end button on his screen.

"Love you too," Rachel said back while giving him a wave goodbye.

"But before you go, what would you do to cheer someone up?" Rachel asked, completely stuck on ideas.

"Sing to them," Kurt replied, making Rachel give him a small smile in return. "You know he loves your voice, so why not try it?" Kurt added, seeing Rachel think about it.

"That may actually work, thanks Kurt," Rachel said.

"Anytime, now go work your magic on him," Kurt said as he gave her one last goodbye. Rachel let out another small laugh and waved back in the process. She hit end and closed out the application on her laptop while she relaxed back in her chair, mind still swimming with a million thoughts, mainly ones that involved helping Will. However, with the suggestion to sing to him, Rachel began to think of the perfect song that would not only express her feelings to him but show that he was valued.

"Rachel, time for dinner," Leroy said loudly from down the stairs.

"Be down in a minute," Rachel sighed, having to stop her search so early. She stood up leaving her belongings behind and made her way down to join her fathers for dinner.

Meanwhile, Will sat scrunched up on his bed, blankets and pillows surrounding him for warmth and comfort. He hated how much space he had now that Emma was gone. It just didn't feel right to him, like something was missing. All the pillows he had around him helped, but he still felt a hole in his heart.

He held his phone tightly in one hand and a half empty bottle of beer in the other. He sat staring mindlessly at his phone while he waited for a text or call or anything that would be from Emma. He knew that wasn't happening though as Shannon clearly stated that she hated him and requested not to speak to him.

He couldn't help but try though and began the desperation of dialing her number over and over again, leaving a voice mail after each message hoping she would answer. By the tenth call she finally picked up, leaving Will to place his now empty bottle on the nightstand, as well as hold his phone tightly to his ear.

"Emma," Will said but was immediately ignored.

"Will, please stop calling me. I'm turning off my phone," Emma said sternly and then hung up, leaving Will to curse under his breathe and throw his phone off of the bed.

Will dropped back into his sheets and twisted them in anger, making a mess of his surprisingly clean room. He reached over for his bottle of beer but remembered it was empty, thus making him get up and get another one out of his fridge. He pulled two more out, a bag of potato chips and headed back to his room only to mindlessly stare at the television screen for the next two hours.

Feeling his eyes drift close, Will finally turned the TV off and fell asleep, not caring if there were chip crumbs over the sheets or beer bottles lying by his head.

He woke up in the early morning, exhausted from a restless night sleep. His head slightly pounded and he remembered how many beers he had. Groggily, he stepped out of his bed and into the shower, hoping that the warm water would wake him up.

Once he was done, he realized what a mess he had truly made. Sheets were thrown off the bed, pillows thrown to the ground. The potato chip bag was empty on the night stand with crumbs in every little corner of his bed, crunching together as he tried to dust them off.

In the corner of his room, he saw his phone, thankfully with no scratch marks on it as he didn't think when he carelessly threw it to the floor. He sighed frustrated as he saw no new messages, not even one from Rachel, but that was to be expected. He had only been back two full days and had acted like a self-absorbed jerk the entire time. She probably thought that he was worthless and was only pretending to be nice to him. At least she was pretending though, everyone else just went straight to hating him.

Whatever the case for Rachel's niceness to him though, he still felt alone. Even though she said she would be there for him, he was alone. He was in a slump and probably on the verge of depression but he couldn't help it. Being home brought back too many emotions for him to control.

As he was making his way to the laundry room carrying his now dirty sheets, his phone beeped in his pocket. He curiously pulled it out and checked his incoming message.

"Meet me in the auditorium today at four?"

Will re-read the text from Rachel, wondering what it meant. Why did she want to see him? And more importantly, why in the auditorium?

"Yeah, sure I guess. What for?"

"It's a surprise."

"Okay then. I'll see you there."

Will closed his phone and began to wonder what sort of surprise Rachel had in store for him. The last so called surprise was when she told him that she was pregnant. He dreaded to think what other news she had, but maybe it was something good and not life changing? He could only hope.

He had a couple of hours before he had to meet Rachel so he sighed and went to finish cleaning his room, picking up the mess he made the night before.

Once he was finally done and everything was back to normal, he grabbed his beany and car keys and headed out the door. It was slightly chilly when Will walked out, reminding him that it was the end of November. It wouldn't be long before Lima got some snow on the ground.

He shivered slightly as he entered his car and turned the heat on full blast. His mind was gone as he drove towards McKinley, trying desperately not to turn on the street that Shannon lived on. It was close to the school and although only going there once, he remembered the directions perfectly.

It was a left at the light, another right a few blocks down and then another left. He was so close to Emma that maybe if he just dropped by she would let him in and they could talk, not that she wanted to talk to him, but it was worth a try.

Pulling into the turn lane, Will was now focused on a new plan. Where McKinley was just a few blocks away, he was now making a detour. He followed the directions in his head and was soon pulling into Shannon's drive way. He unbuckled his seat belt and made his way to her door, not sure what he was going to do when she answered it.

He knocked twice before it opened and was almost immediately closed in his face the second it opened. Will, however, caught the door with his foot, causing it to stay open, while Shannon glared at him.

"What do you want, Will? I told you not to come by," Shannon said sternly, watching her once best friend scramble for forgiveness.

"I just want to talk, please Shan," Will said desperately.

"No, it's not a good time," Shannon said as she was about to close the door on him again.

"Please? I just need five minutes," Will said, begging. Shannon was about to open her mouth to respond when Emma came up behind her, hearing their whole conversation.

"If it takes just five minutes to explain yourself then I don't need to hear it. Good bye, Will," Emma said angrily, slamming the door in the process.

"It doesn't, Emma. I just said that so you would let me in," Will said outside the closed door, hoping that it would open again.

"Emma, please," Will said but was greeted with the sound of silence, Emma crying softly on the other side of the door. Shannon looked at her with sympathy and condolences, while also placing a hand gently on her shoulder.

With no response, Will kicked Shannon's plant holder that was sitting on the porch out of anger. It broke and shattered to the ground causing Shannon to yell at him as well as threaten him to buy a new one.

Will walked away frustrated that Emma had all this hate towards him. Two days ago nothing was wrong, but now his whole world was different. He got back in his car, tightly gripping the steering wheel and drove to McKinley to meet Rachel like it was originally planned.

Once he got there, he used his school key and unlocked the side entrance. Seeing that Rachel's car was out front, he wandered slowly to the auditorium, wondering what was in store for him.

He walked in from the top, and carefully made his way down the dimly lit room. He made it to the front row and sat down in the middle seat, directly in front of the stage.

"Rachel?" he called out, wondering where she was. She was there, just nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you for coming," she said as she wandered out behind the red stage curtains.

"How did you get in?" Will asked perplexed that Rachel arrived before him and entered the school with no key, but Brad suddenly appeared behind her and he knew that he must have let her in.

"I'm confused," Will said as Rachel whispered her song choice to him at the piano.

"Traditionally, this song is sung by a man, but with a few tweaks, it still works," Rachel said before he could interrupt her.

"Rachel, I don't understand," Will started to say but Rachel shushed him, cuing for Brad to start playing. Will remained still in his chair, a bit unsure of what was going on.

"Just sit back and enjoy the performance," Rachel quickly added as she took a deep breath and began to sing the first verse.

As she opened her mouth to sing, the surprising lyrics to Let Me Love You by Ne-Yo came out of her mouth and Will stared at her intrigued by her song choice. It wasn't like Rachel to sing pop songs but with the arraignment she had, it made the song have an acoustic feel rather than upbeat.

Will continued to watch with a scrunched forehead, his eyes following Rachel's every movement as she swayed in time with the music. Her passion was evident and he knew that she was trying to get the message across to him that she was trying to help him through this time they were having.

He softened his eyes when she hit the chorus.

Let me love you, until you learn to love yourself

She knew as well as he did that he woke up every morning with a pain in his heart. He hadn't been very fond of himself ever since finding out the pregnancy, yet Rachel was still willing to be there for him. She still wanted to love him. At least that's what Will gathered from the song.

Rachel began another versus and then the chorus again to finish out the song. Will couldn't help but feel a tear in his eye as he watched her sing out the last note. Her words were affecting him in ways that he didn't think were possible. She was pouring out her soul to him, proclaiming that he was worthy of love, something he didn't think he was able to do with his history of women.

He scolded himself at how pathetic he truly had been the past few days. It was like he suddenly woke up from a bad dream, and was now on a clear, new path in his life. Where Emma may have been his whole life and his rode to happiness, she wasn't anymore and that was something that Will needed to get used to.

Rachel was offering things to him that Emma never could. She was understanding and the only person that knew what he was feeling because she was going through it as well. Where he thought he had it the worst out of the pair, he began to realize that Rachel did. She had to carry the baby and that was evidence for everyone that she was pregnant.

He could have said no that night, but he didn't. He didn't want to and it was suddenly aware that Will realized that being with Rachel wasn't the problem, it was just the outcome of it all.

"Will?" Rachel said as she stood in front of him on the stage, being done with her song for at least a couple of minutes. He had a dazed look on his face and she wondered if he had even listened to the words she sang to him.

"Rachel, that was," Will said, unsure of how to tell her his newfound perspective. He climbed out of his seat and up on the stage to join her.

"I know, inappropriate, sorry. I just wanted to make you realize," Rachel started to say but Will cut her off. Her eyes were filled with tears that her plan had failed and that she realized she would never be able to get close to Will and have a proper relationship with him. She turned away ashamed and began to walk away, only to be stopped by the tugging on her arm.

"No, that's not what I was going to say," Will said as he grabbed her arm to try and stop her from leaving. Rachel looked back at him confused yet hopeful that he understood her message, that she was willing to love him no matter what because he was special to her.

"That song," Will started to say, but was still in deep thought of his sudden realizations.

"Yes?" Rachel asked, noticing that Will had a lot on his mind and was trying to piece things together.

"Thank you," he said simply, while Rachel's heart swelled.

"I know I've talked the talk back in New York about being supportive, but here in Lima, I haven't necessarily walked the walk," Will said wondering if that made any sense. Rachel continued to stare at him, waiting to hear more.

"I'm not saying that I want to automatically jump into a relationship. I don't think we're ready. I do think that we should start over though, as friends, getting to know each other as just two people while this baby comes along," Will explained, seeing Rachel's face turn to tears of happiness.

"So what do you say, can we start over?" he asked, while the tears began to softly pour out of her eyes.

"I would like that," Rachel said as she leaned in for a hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck while his rested on her waist, causing their foreheads to rest against each other.

Will pulled back and stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Will Schuester," he said while Rachel smirked at him, but played along.

"Rachel Berry. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said with a giggle.

"How would you like to come over later, Ms. Berry, so we can talk, really talk?" Will said, making it the perfect opportunity for them to rediscover each other and talk about the next eight months of the pregnancy.

"I would love that," she said happily.

"Great, my place at 7," Will said as he watched her stare at him happily. It was the happiest he'd seen Rachel this whole time and he couldn't help but notice that he was wearing a smile as well.

"Perfect," Rachel said as she watched Will nod and walk away.

She continued to beam well after he left and knew her face was glowing with a sense of pride. Her plan had worked and it was offering her a second chance and a new beginning with Will that this time, she was determined to make it perfect.