Hey guys! Okay...this is my first ever attempt at a Glee story so I am really REALLY nervous...

It will be a Will/Rachel pairing...so if you don't like reading these two together than you wont enjoy this!

Please know that this is set during the end of season one...and in my story Jesse St. James Never enrolled at McKinley high.

Also this story will reach some pretty dark places and it is rated a very strong R. It contains adult themes, sex scenes, abuse and bad language. So please if that kind of thing offends you then you might want to stop reading now!

Okay so I think that's everything you need to know, so please sit back and enjoy!

All rights to Glee belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox, I'm just playing with them for a little while and I promise to return them back when I'm done! :)

Rachel inhaled a deep breath and looked down at her hands. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Jesse, I don't think we should see each other any more," she said, meeting his heated gaze. "I'm sorry but I'm not ready for a serious relationship. I need to devote all my time to Glee and to school and having a boyfriend is only going to drag me behind. If I want to become a world famous Broadway star I cannot afford to date right now. I hope you understand."

Jesse looked at her in shock. She couldn't have been serious! What the hell was wrong with her? Every single girl in the state of Ohio would kill to date someone like him. What gave her the right to decide when their relationship was over?

"What? You can't be serious!" he exclaimed, outraged.

Rachel nodded and inhaled a deep breath. "I am perfectly serious," she replied. "I like you Jesse, but I no longer want to be your girlfriend. I hope you understand."

"Rachel, maybe you need some time to think about this. You are making a very big mistake." His voice remained level, but there was a certain edge to his words that made Rachel uncomfortable.

Rachel pulled her hand free from his grasp. "I'm sorry Jesse, but I don't want to date you any more. I'm not going to change my mind." She inhaled a deep breath and hurried over to open the front door. "You should go now," she said, looking down at her feet. "My dad's are going to be home soon."

Jesse's eyes were filled with unspoken anger and rage. He did not appreciate being told what to do, and he certainly did not appreciate Rachel breaking up with him. He suppressed the urge to grab Rachel and shake some sense into her. He wanted nothing more than to make her suffer for treating him with so much disrespect. Rachel Berry had no right to break up with him. Jesse was not going to let her get away with this.

"You're going to regret this," he told her, slowly making his way over to the door.

"Can you please leave now?" Rachel asked. "I have homework to do."

Jesse glared at her for what seemed like forever, before he finally walked out the door. Rachel watched as he made his way down the porch steps and over to his car. She watched as he unlocked the drivers side door and got inside. It wasn't until he had driven away from her house that Rachel finally let out the breath she had been holding onto.

-x-x-

It had been two weeks since Rachel had broken up with Jesse. Thankfully, she had not seen or heard from her ex at all during that time. Part of Rachel was glad she had ended her love affair with the older boy. As much as she enjoyed Jesse's company, she had began to notice that her attraction towards him hadn't been as strong as she once thought it was. She liked Jesse, but she wasn't in love with him. But, there was still a small part of her that wondered if she had made a mistake. After all, Jesse was her perfect match. He was good looking, he could sing very well and he was very smart. Maybe it was wrong of her to end their relationship? Maybe she should have tried harder to love him?

"Rachel?" Mr. Schuester's voice pulled Rachel from her thoughts. "Are you listening to me?"

"Sorry Mr. Schue...what did you say?"

Rachel scolded herself for not paying attention. She shouldn't be thinking about Jesse during Glee club. She straightened herself up in her seat and tried to ignore the looks the other Glee members were casting her way.

"I asked you if you're ready to perform your assignment for this week?" he repeated, looking at his student with confused eyes.

"Of course!" She grinned and jumped up from her seat, eager to sing the Ballad she had been practicing all week.

And just like that, all thoughts of Jesse St. James had completely left her mind.

That was until Mr. Schuester decided to pull Rachel aside after Glee had finished for the day. He waited until the other students had left the room before asking to speak with her. Rachel slowly sat herself back down in her chair and watched as Mr. Schuester closed the choir room door and came to sit beside her.

"Rachel, is everything okay?" he asked, voice soft.

"I'm fine," she answered, instantly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because, I heard that you and Jesse broke up and I wanted to make sure you're doing okay," he paused before adding, "You haven't seemed yourself lately."

"I'm okay. I broke up with Jesse, so there's no reason I should be upset."

"Right." He nodded. "Well if you ever need to talk to someone, you come see me, okay?" Mr. Schue got to his feet and smiled warmly at the young student. "My door is always open if you need someone to talk to."

After saying goodbye to her teacher, Rachel grabbed her backpack and walked out the choir room.

She had just made it to her car, when someone called her name from behind. Rachel spun around to see Finn leaning against his own car. He had been waiting for her.

"Hey Finn!"

"Hey Rachel!" Finn smiled at her."I just wanted to see if you were free tonight." He started to make his way over towards her. "My mom just bought a new TV and...ah...I thought you might like to come and watch a movie with me?" Rachel couldn't help but smile at him. Finn was a great guy and ever since she had started dating Jesse he had been making it very clear to Rachel that he liked her more than a friend.

"Finn, as much as I am flattered by your offer, I am going to have to decline. Jesse and I have only just broken up. I don't think I'm ready to see other people."

Finn smiled and replied, "I just want to hang out with you, Rach. I know your dad's are out of town this week, so I thought you might like some company. Just as friends, I promise."

Rachel pondered that for a moment before replying, "Okay...I guess that sounds good. What time should I come over?"

-x-x-

She had a great time at Finn's house and she was thankful for his company. Rachel didn't enjoy being on her own at home while her dad's were away. The house always felt so big and empty when they were gone. So, when Finn asked her if she wanted to stay over and sleep on his couch, she happily agreed.

-x-x-

Rachel arrived at school early on Monday morning. She parked her car and hurried to her locker to fetch the books she would need for her first class. She waved to Finn as they passed each other in the hall, and couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. There was something about the young footballer that made her stomach flutter whenever she was near him.

I'm not ready to date again! She mentally reminded herself. Finn is just a friend. Nothing more!

Rachel's day passed in a blur. She made sure to push all thoughts of Jesse and Finn right out of her head and focus on her work.

Everything was going perfectly fine. That was until school finished and Rachel decided to go to the auditorium to practice the solo she would be performing in the school assembly next week.

She ran through her solo a few times, before deciding it was time to pack up and go home. It wasn't until she had finished packing her things away, that she noticed him watching her. He was leaning against the auditorium door, his heated gaze fixed only on her. His arms were folded over his chest and the look in his eyes made Rachel's blood run cold.

"Jesse?" Rachel turned to face him. "What are you doing here?"

He didn't respond.

Rachel pulled her backpack on over her shoulders. "Is there something you wanted?"

Jesse began to walk towards her, his eyes never leaving Rachel's face. "You know what I want, Rachel," he replied, voice colder than ice.

Rachel really didn't like the direction this was going. A horrible feeling had began to grow in the pit of her stomach. "Jesse, I'm sorry but I really need to go home now." She went to walk past him, but was stopped when his hand reached out and grabbed her arm. "Ouch!" she yelped.

"Rachel, don't turn your back on me," he growled. "I'm not finished with you yet."

Her heart pounded hard inside her chest as she turned back around to face him. "Let me go, Jesse!" Rachel attempted to pull her arm free from his grasp, but it was pointless. His grip was too tight. "You're hurting me! Let me go!"

"I heard you went to Finn's house on Friday!" he said. "Is that why you broke up with me? So you could run off and be with him? Wasn't I good enough for you?"

"No! I'm not with Finn! He's just a friend!"

He scoffed at her words and pulled her body against his. "Don't lie to me Rachel! I loved you! I loved you and you dumped me so you could run off and be with that football playing asshole!"

Hot tears began to prickle behind Rachel's eyes. Jesse was really beginning to scare her. "Jesse can you please let me go? You're scaring me!"

"You made a big mistake dumping me, Rachel Berry," he whispered into her ear.

Rachel screamed and without thinking she pulled her leg back and planted a heavy kick into his shin. It wasn't enough to do any serious damage, but it was enough to make him stagger backwards and give Rachel a chance to try and get away. She turned and started towards the door that lead backstage. She had only taken two steps when her foot caught on something and she fell down onto her knees.

"Rachel, stop trying to get away from me!" Jesse grabbed her by the hair and forced her up onto her feet. "I don't appreciate being kicked and I certainly do not appreciate having to chase after you. Why are you making this so difficult?"

Rachel pulled her hand back and slapped Jesse hard across the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek. "Leave me alone!"

His eyes hardened and before Rachel knew what was happening Jesse threw her onto the floor. Rachel landed on her back and her head hit the ground so hard she knew it was going to leave a lump. She didn't get any time to think about that before Jesse came to stand over her.

"I'm going to make you pay for what you've done to me," Jesse growled, before pulling his leg back and planting a hard kick into Rachel's side. Rachel hissed in pain and instinctively curled her body into a tight ball.

Meanwhile, Mr. Schuester was unlocking his car and climbing into the drivers seat. He was just about to drive out of the school parking lot, when he realised he had left his briefcase back on his desk. Any other time he would have left it and got it tomorrow, but he needed to grade some Spanish papers tonight.

Will sighed, grabbed his keys and quickly got out the car. He waisted no time rushing across the parking lot and back into the now empty school. After making his way to his office and finding his briefcase, he turned to leave.

That was when he heard it.

An ear piercing scream came from down the hallway. Will didn't think before he ran out his office and down the empty corridor. He stopped dead in his tracks only a few seconds later when he saw what was happening inside the auditorium. Jesse St. James was standing over Rachel, yelling at her like she was some kind of animal. Will's whole body went rigid at the sight before him. Rachel was curled up in a ball on the floor, covering her face with both her hands. Her whole body was visibly shaking.

Will bolted down the steps, towards the stage. "What the hell are you doing to her?" he called, anger, panic and concern filling his voice. "Leave her alone!" Jesse spun around to face Will. He had no time to react before Will grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the wall.

To say that Rachel was relieved to see her teacher, was the worlds biggest understatement. Her eyes opened as soon as she heard Mr. Schuester's familiar voice and she watched as Will grabbed Jesse and threw him against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he yelled. Rachel had never heard her teacher swear before. Will pulled Jesse off the wall and shoved him back into it again. "Who do you think you are, beating up a girl like that?"

Rachel pulled herself into a sitting position, ignoring the surge of pain that ran down her side from where Jesse had kicked her. "It's okay, Mr. Shue," she said, voice weak. "I'm okay."

Will shook his head and tightened the grip he had on Jesse. "No, Rachel it's not okay. He is not allowed to go around hurting girls like that!" Rachel was surprised by how much anger and hatred was in her teachers voice. "Rachel, I want you to go down to the school office and call the police."

Rachel didn't move. "No, it's fine Mr. Schue. I'm okay. You can let him go now. Jesse's not going to hurt me again."

Will turned his head to look at his student. "Rachel, we can't let him go! Not after the way he treated you! You need to phone the police and you need to tell them what he did to you!"

A single tear fell down Rachel's cheek. She quickly wiped it away. "No. I don't want to tell the police. Jesse's going to go now and he's not going to come back, are you Jesse?" Rachel forced herself to look at her ex.

Jesse's gaze met Rachel's. He glared at her for a long moment before he finally replied, "No. I'm not going to come back."

Another moment passed before Will finally turned his attention back over to Jesse. "You come near her again and I swear you will regret it." Will spun him around and shoved him away. "Now get out of here before I change my mind and call the police!"

Rachel buried her face into the palm of her hands and cried. Mr. Schuester came to kneel beside her. She tried not to flinch when she felt him place his hand on her shoulder. "Rachel, are you okay?" he asked, voice soft and tentative.

She looked up at her teacher. "Thank you Mr. Schue. You can go now if you want to." She wiped her wet eyes on the back of her hands and cleared her throat. "I'll be okay."

"I'm not going anywhere. Not until I know you're going to be alright." He smiled at her and slowly got to his feet. Once he was standing he held his hand out for Rachel to take.

She looked up at him and only hesitated for a second before placing her hand in his and letting him help her up off the floor. She hissed when another shot of pain passed through her side.

"I should take you to the hospital," Will said, noticing her discomfort.

Rachel shook her head. "No. I'm okay. It's just a few bruises, that's all."

He didn't look convinced. "Rachel, you might have a broken rib or something. You need X-rays."

"No. I don't want to go to the hospital."

She went to grab her bag, but Mr. Schuester beat her to it. He scooped it up off the floor and swung it over his shoulder. "Do you want me to call your dad's and have them come pick you up?" he questioned, concerned.

Rachel shook her head. "No, they are out of town until Wednesday."

"I'll take you home then."

Rachel couldn't believe how good her teacher was being to her. "Are you sure, Mr Schue? I don't want to keep you."

"Rachel, you're not keeping me from anything. Now let's go before they lock the doors and we're stuck here all night."

Slowly, they made their way out of the school. Mr Schuester helped Rachel get into the passenger seat of his car, before going around to the drivers side. He started the car and after giving Rachel one last glance, he pulled out of the now empty parking lot. Rachel hardly said a word during the car ride. The only time she spoke was to give Will instructions on how to get to her house.

While he drove Rachel home, Will wondered if it was wrong of him not to take her to the Emergency room to get checked out. Rachel had made it clear to him that she didn't want to be seen by a doctor, but wasn't it Will's responsibility to make sure his student was okay? Maybe he should phone her dad's and get them to come home to be with her?

"Here's my house, Mr Schue." Rachel's voice pulled him from his thoughts. Will turned the car into the driveway Rachel pointed to and parked out the front of a large, double story house.

Will turned the engine off and looked over at Rachel. "How are you feeling?" he asked her.

Rachel smiled at him. "Mr. Schue you don't have to keep asking me that. I'm okay. Really."

Will wanted to believe her, but how could she be okay after what had happened? "Rachel, I think we should talk about what happened this afternoon," he said, looking down at his hands. "You must have something you want to say?"

Rachel shook her head and looked away from her teacher. "I don't really want to talk about it right now."

"Rachel, you know you can talk to me. I want to help you."

"As much as I appreciate your help this afternoon, Mr. Schue, I really don't think there is anything to talk about. It's over now so can we please just drop it and move on?"

"Rachel you were just attacked by someone who had been very close to you. You should talk about what happened."

Will watched as a single tear dropped from Rachel's eye and slowly ran down her cheek. He wasn't sure why, but seeing that tear tore at his heart. He suppressed the urge to lean over and pull Rachel into his arms. No one should ever have to experience what Rachel had been through this afternoon.

"It's my fault," Rachel said. "I shouldn't have dated someone like him."

"Rachel you can't blame yourself for this!" Will turned to face her. "None of this is your fault. Jesse is the one in the wrong. He's the one who hurt you."

Rachel shrugged her shoulders and finally lifted her head to look at her teacher. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. It was the first time Will had ever seen her look so insecure. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to fall for Jesse. Everyone told me not to date him, but I never listened."

Will reached out and took her hand in his. "Rachel, we all make mistakes. You weren't to know that Jesse was capable of this kind of thing." Will paused while he tried to think of how to phrase his next words. "However, I do think it might be a good idea to go to the police. You should tell them what he did to you."

"No!" Rachel shook her head. "I don't want to tell them what happened. I just want to forget about it and move on."

"But what if he does it again?" he asked her. "What if he hurts someone else?"

Rachel swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. She looked down at their joined hands and replied, "I don't want to report him. It's over. What's done is done." She pulled her hand free from his and tucked a stray lock of her hair back behind her ear. Will decided not to press her on the subject. Rachel had already been through enough without him telling her what to do.

"Would you mind staying with me for a while?" Rachel asked, after a moment of silence passed between them. "I could do with some company...if you're free?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure...if that's what you want."

They both got out the car and made their way over to the front door of the house. Will waited while Rachel unlocked the door and gestured for him to enter. As he walked inside her home, he couldn't help but wonder if it was wrong of him to be here. Rachel was his student and a small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that it was inappropriate for him to be alone with her. But how could he leave her on her own after everything she had been through?

He followed Rachel down the hall and into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink?" she asked, opening the fridge door. "We have water, juice, soda, or my dad's have beer if you would prefer?"

As much as Will would have appreciated a beer right then, he decided to settle for a glass of water. "Water would be fine, thanks," he replied, while taking off his jacket. Rachel grabbed two glasses out the cupboard and placed them down on the kitchen bench. She filled them both with water and then handed him a glass.

A long moment of awkward silence passed between them both. Will didn't know what to say to the young girl, so he remained quiet, waiting for her to talk.

"Maybe you could help me with my Spanish homework?" she finally asked, breaking the tension. Rachel smiled brightly at her teacher and added, "I could do with some help getting ready for the test next week..."

Will nodded. "Of course. I'd be happy to."

They both went into the living room and sat down on the lounge in front of the coffee table. Rachel pulled her books out of her bag and for the next hour and a half Will helped her with her Spanish. Not that she needed much help. Rachel was already the top of her class, but Will knew that she needed the distraction. He knew she wanted to try and forget what had happened to her earlier.

At six thirty he decided they had done enough studying for the night. "Rachel, maybe we should stop now? It's getting late and you probably want to have dinner or something?" Will closed her text book and turned to look at her.

Rachel shrugged her shoulders. "And I guess you probably want to go home?" Will could hear the disappointment in her voice when she mentioned him going. She obviously didn't like the idea of being left on her own.

"I don't have to go yet." He replied before he could stop himself. That little voice in the back of his mind returned almost instantly, telling him he should definitely be leaving now. He knew it wasn't appropriate to be alone with his student in her home, while her parents were out of town, but he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He couldn't leave her yet.

"Are you sure?" Rachel looked up at him. "You don't have to stay if you don't want to. I understand that you probably have things you have to do..." she drifted off.

Will shook his head and got to his feet. "It's fine, Rach. I want to stay. I have some Spanish assignments to grade, but I can do them here, if that's okay with you?"

"Sounds great, Mr. Schue!"

Will went out to the car to get his briefcase while Rachel made her way upstairs to take a shower and get changed. After he got everything he needed from his car, he went back inside and settled down on the lounge to mark the Spanish papers.

Rachel returned about a half an hour later. Will looked up from his work just in time to see her walk into the living room. She was dressed in a short, satin nightgown. A nightgown which was much too short for her. Will's breath caught in his throat when he realised his student wasn't wearing a bra.

He looked down at his paperwork and instantly scolded himself for having such thoughts. What the hell was wrong with him? He was her teacher! He was not supposed to even think of looking at her breasts! He could get fired for that!

Will quickly shook himself from his thoughts and tried to focus on the papers in front of him.

"Do you like pizza, Mr. Schue?" Rachel asked, while finding her cell phone and coming to sit down next to him.

"Yeah, of course. Pizza sounds great!"

Rachel phoned for the food and while waiting for it to be delivered she switched the TV on and skimmed through the channels, trying to find something good to watch. In the end she settled on an old black and white film. She made herself comfortable on the end of the lounge and pulled a blanket over her lap. They both fell silent while Rachel focused her attention on the movie and Will tried to concentrate on the school work in front of him.

The next couple of hours passed much the same. When they had finished eating their pizza, Will went back to grading papers while Rachel carried on watching TV. Throughout the night, Will couldn't help but notice how quiet his student was. Normally Rachel would be talking non stop for hours, but tonight she had hardly spoken a word. He hated seeing her so upset and he found himself wishing there was something he could do to make everything better for her. He never thought he would admit it, but he was really beginning to miss the old, happy Rachel. The Rachel who fought with him and infuriated him and drove him absolutely insane on a regular basis.

He truly hated Jesse for what he had done to her.

"All done!" Will said, after grading the last paper. He packed everything back into his briefcase and smiled at Rachel.

"So...I guess that means you have to go now?" she said, looking up to meet his eyes.

Will's mind began to scream yet again for him to leave. He knew he should get up, grab his things and walk straight out the front door. It wasn't his job to take care of his students after school hours. But, Rachel wasn't just any student. Her and the rest of the Glee kids were like a family to him. No matter how wrong it might be, he just couldn't walk away and leave her.

"Rachel, maybe we should call your dad's? They should know what happened today and they'll probably want to come home and be here with you."

Rachel shook her head and looked down at her hands. "No, I don't want them to know what happened. They have enough problems to deal with without having to worry about me. Besides, there isn't anything to tell. It's over, so let's just drop it, okay?"

"No, Rachel...it's not okay. You need to talk about what happened and you need your parents here to help you. They should know what Jesse did to you."

Her eyes began to fill with more tears. "Mr. Schue, as much as I appreciate everything you have done for me this afternoon, I would prefer it if we could please talk about something else. I don't want to talk about what Jesse did and I definitely do not want to talk to my dad's about it. If you want to go home now, I completely understand, but please don't phone them. I don't want to see them right now."

Will decided not to press her on the subject. He didn't want to make her even more upset, and to be honest he had no idea what to say that would help make her feel any better, so he decided to change the subject.

"How about we put a movie on?" he asked, getting up from the lounge. He went over to the bookcase next to the TV and began to look through the enormous collection of DVD's Rachel and her fathers had on display.

"Sure!" Rachel sounded pleased with his suggestion. "What do you want to watch?"

"Wizard of Oz!" Will pulled the movie off the shelf and turned it over in his hands. "I haven't seen this one in ages. What do you say?" he looked up at her and smiled.

Rachel returned his smile and nodded. "Okay, sounds great!"

After putting the DVD into the player, Will went back over and sat down next to Rachel to watch the movie. There is nothing wrong with this, he told himself. We're only watching an innocent movie. It's completely fine.

They both fell silent as the movie started. Will made sure to push all the confusing thoughts right out of his head, and for a while he actually managed to get absorbed in the movie.

That was until Rachel made the slightest of movements next to him and her nightgown slipped even higher up her thigh, exposing almost every inch of her skin.

He knew it was wrong to look, but he just couldn't help himself. Will's body flushed with unwanted heat as soon as he took in her now exposed thigh. Rachel's skin looked so soft and smooth, and for a split second he wondered what it would feel like to run his hand across it.

Will quickly pulled his eyes away from his student's leg and scolded himself for having such improper thoughts. He clamped his eyes closed and tried his hardest to ignore the heat that had passed through his body and settled in his groin.

This was wrong. So very wrong. What the fuck was his problem? She was his student! He was her teacher! Rachel had just been through a very traumatic experience and she trusted him to look after her! Will had never felt more guilty. He didn't think before grabbing the blanket and pulling it over her lap. Rachel smiled at him, completely unaware of the not-so-innocent thoughts that had just ran through her teachers mind.

"Are you okay, Mr. Schue?" Rachel asked.

Will cleared his throat and moved awkwardly on the lounge. "I'm fine! I'm just a little thirsty...I think I might go get another glass of water...do you want one?" He didn't wait for a reply, before jumping up off the lounge, grabbing their empty glasses and hurrying out the room.

He made his way down the hall and into the kitchen. After turning the light on, he got the water out the fridge and filled their glasses. He took a large drink from his glass and then refilled it again. His whole body suddenly felt as though it was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Will swallowed the large lump that had formed in his throat and quickly removed the tie from around his neck. He tossed it onto a kitchen chair and inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

He looked down at his watch. The movie had only been going for twenty minutes, which meant there was still quite a while to go before he could leave. He groaned and ran a hand across his face and through his hair. Why had he agreed to come here? He should have called her dad's and let them take care of her. What on earth was he thinking?

"Mr. Schuester?" Rachel's voice pulled him from his thoughts. He spun around to see her standing in the doorway, looking at him with confused eyes. "Is everything okay?"

Will forced himself to smile. "I'm fine," he responded, instantly.

Rachel didn't look convinced. She studied him for a long moment before saying, "Are you sure? You look a little...flustered?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine!" He grabbed their glasses and quickly ushered her out of the kitchen. "Come on, let's go watch the the movie!" The sooner they watched the rest of the film, the sooner he could leave.

He made sure to put plenty of distance between them when they took their places on the lounge. Will had another drink of his water and then sat their glasses down on the coffee table in front of them. Rachel picked up the remote control and pressed the play button. She pulled the blanket back over her lap and folded her legs underneath her on the couch.

Will turned his gaze over to the TV. He pushed all thoughts of Rachel right out of his mind and made sure to keep his attention glued on the movie. You can do this, he told himself. When the movie is finished you can go home and try to forget this whole screwed up thing even happened.

Everything was going well, and for a long while he actually managed to focus almost all of his attention on the film. However, after about an hour his eyes began to grow heavy and he couldn't stop them from closing. He had only planned to shut them for a few minutes, but the next time he opened his eyes the movie had finished and he was now stretched out on his back, taking up most of the lounge.

He tried to sit up, but the small body pressed against his side prevented him from making any kind of movement. He lifted his head and was shocked to see Rachel asleep beside him. Her head was resting on his waist and her arm was draped over his hip. He was suddenly wide awake and very aware of how close Rachel was to him.

He could feel every inch of her warm, satin covered body. He flushed with another rush of warmth and his jeans suddenly felt much tighter. Will's breathing hitched and his heart began to pound heavily inside his chest. He gulped and tried to move, but it only made it worse. As he moved Rachel's hand slipped about two inches closer to his groin.

He closed his eyes and tried to will away the uncomfortable ache that was beginning to grow inside his jeans. He could not believe the situation he had gotten himself into. He was such an idiot! Will tried to think of anything other than Rachel and how tempting her body felt against his, but it seemed nothing could make the bulge in his jeans go away.

This was by far the lowest point in Will's life so far.

He had never felt more ashamed of himself.

Rachel moaned in her sleep and her grip around him tightened. She moved even closer to him, pushing herself against his growing erection. Will groaned and covered his eyes with both his hands. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

He swallowed his pride and gently shook her, trying to wake her up. "Rachel," he murmured, not wanting to startle her. "Rachel, wake up." After a moment her eyes finally flickered open and she looked up at him in confusion. A look of realization crossed her face when she noticed the position they were both in. Will knew she would be able to feel the pressure in his jeans, which only made the whole thing so much worse.

Rachel quickly sat upright and looked at her teacher with wide eyes. Her cheeks were bright red and her whole body was tense and ready to bolt. Will had never felt so guilty. He watched as his student's gaze moved down to his crutch, taking in the now very obvious bulge in his pants. He didn't think twice before grabbing one of the lounge cushions and placing it over his lap.

"Rachel, I'm so, so sorry." Will's voice came out broken and hoarse. He gulped and pulled himself up into a sitting position. "I didn't mean to...this was a mistake...I should go..."

Rachel continued to look at him. When she didn't say anything, Will decided it would be best if he just got up and left. He needed to get away from her and put some distance between them. Will went to get up off the lounge, but Rachel's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't go." She reached out and grabbed him on the arm.

Will slowly turned his head to look at her. "Rachel, I can't stay here with you. This has been a mistake. I'm sorry."

Rachel shook her head and replied, "Stop apologising." She moved herself closer to him. "You have no reason to be sorry." It was at that moment when Will noticed how dark his student's eyes had become. Her pupils had dilated and she was looking at him in a way that made his whole body flush with unwanted heat. The pressure in his pants only got worse.

"Rachel...what are you..." he cleared his throat. "What are you doing?"

She was so close to him now. He could feel her warm breath on his skin. Her mouth was only inches away from his own. Rachel reached out and placed her hand on the side of his cheek. That voice in the back of his head instantly came back, screaming and yelling at him to put an end to this horrible situation he had somehow found himself in.

"I'm going to kiss you now." Rachel's voice was filled with nothing but heat. Will didn't get a chance to comprehend her words before she had closed the distance between them. Her soft, warm lips landed forcefully on his. Will stiffened in surprise, and then, before he knew what he was doing, he was kissing her back. One of his hands moved up to the back of her head while the other hand reached up to cup her face.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, before he quickly pulled away, snapping back into reality. He jumped up from the lounge and looked at his student in complete shock. What had he done?

"Rachel I'm sorry...this is wrong...I have to go." He didn't spare her another look, before turning and hurrying out the room. He all but ran down the hallway, eager to get as far away from Rachel as what was possible.

"No! Stop!" Rachel hurried after him. She raced him down the hall and stood between his body and the front door, not letting him pass. "Please...don't go!" Will couldn't help but notice how breathless she was. Her skin was flushed and her lips looked swollen from when she had kissed him.

"Rachel, please...don't do this." He ran a hand through his hair. "This is wrong. I need to go."

Rachel stepped closer to him. "But I want you, Mr. Schue. And I know you want me too."

He shook his head. "No. I can't...this isn't right." He went to walk past her, but Rachel wasn't going to give up that easily. For the second time tonight she threw herself at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she planted another heated kiss on his lips. Rachel pushed her body against his and began to grind herself against the aching hardness in his jeans. Will groaned in both pleasure and frustration.

How could something so wrong feel so right?

And for the second time tonight, he kissed her back. His tongue slipped into her warm mouth as his hands ran up her arms, towards her neck. The kiss was heated and sloppy and filled with nothing but unspoken passion and desire. He fisted his hands through her hair, holding her face against his while their tongues fought for dominance against each other.

Finally, he pulled his mouth away from hers, needing to catch his breath. "Rachel, we should stop." She shook her head in response and began to place small, heated kisses over his cheek and down his neck. "You went through a lot today...we shouldn't be doing this...you're not thinking straight."

Rachel pulled her lips away from his throat and looked up to meet her teachers gaze. "Please, Mr. Schue...I need this...I need you." She smiled seductively at him. "And I need you to help me forget what happened today." And then she pulled his head down for another kiss. Her words made him loose the last little bit or restraint he had been holding onto and without thinking he turned her around and pushed her against the wall. His mouth was on hers and he kissed her hard and fast. All thoughts of leaving her flew right out of his mind.

He held her against the wall with one hand, while the other hand slowly moved down over her waist, careful not to hurt her bruises. His fingers played with the hem of her short nightgown as he ground his hardness into her centre. Rachel moaned and pushed herself closer to him.

Rachel's hands moved down from his neck and began to unbutton his shirt. Once the shirt was open, she pulled it off his shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. Her hands moved over his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm skin.

Will pulled back and met her gaze. "Bedroom?" he asked, voice strained.

Rachel nodded. "Upstairs." They resumed their kissing. Will gently picked her up and began to carry her down the hallway, towards the stairs. Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He held her bottom in both his hands, while their mouths remained locked together in a hot, passionate kiss.

It didn't take him long to carry her up to her room. Rachel pointed to her bedroom and he didn't hesitate before pushing the door open and carrying her inside. He gently placed her down in the middle of the small double bed. Will kicked off his shoes and his socks and then climbed over her. He looked down into the eyes of the beautiful woman beneath him, wondering how he had come to be so lucky.

"Are you sure about this Rachel?" he asked. Part of him hoped she would put an end to this madness before it was too late.

Rachel gave him a small smile. She lifted her hand and ran her warm fingers over his cheek. "I've never been more sure of anything in all my life." Her words made his heart swell. "Just please...be gentle with me?"

Will nodded and bent his head down to kiss her soft lips. This time the kiss was much softer and sweeter. His hands moved down over her body, eager to feel every inch of her. His fingers skimmed up her thigh, towards the hem of her nightgown. Will removed his mouth from Rachel's and urged her to sit up, making it much easier for him to pull the gown off of her, leaving Rachel sitting in front of him, almost completely naked. The only thing covering her body was a pair of white cotton panties. His eyes drank in the beautiful sight before him. Rachel blushed and slowly laid back down on the bed.

Another surge of anger passed through Will when he saw the bruise Jesse had left on Rachel's side. A large, black mark covered her skin, reminding Will of what had happened to her only hours ago. His gaze met hers and he was surprised by how much embarrassment he saw behind her beautiful brown eyes.

Will didn't think before bending over and placing a small, heated kiss on the large bruise. He kissed her blemished skin a few times, before slowly moving downwards in the bed. "God Rachel," he murmured. "You're so beautiful." He trailed his mouth over her stomach and down towards her centre.

Rachel pulled herself up onto her elbows so she could see what her teacher was about to do. Will smiled at her, before taking hold of her panties and gently pulling them down her legs, laying gentle kisses over her thighs as he went. When he had them off, he tossed them on the floor and settled himself between Rachel's thighs.

"So beautiful," he repeated, before running a finger over Rachel's wet core, causing her to squirm and groan in pleasure. He smiled and bent down to lick her folds. They both moaned as he began to kiss her in the most pleasurable way possible. Rachel fisted her hands through his hair and began to pant and groan out loud.

Will's tongue seemed to touch all of the right places, and before long Rachel's whole body shook with waves of intense pleasure. Her first ever orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Her body tensed as Will's mouth sent her over the edge into a pleasurable oblivion. She came hard, screaming incoherent words and squirming beneath her teacher. Her back arched up off the mattress and her whole body shook as she experienced her first ever climax.

When she had finally settled down and the stars disappeared from behind her eyes, Will pulled his mouth away from her centre and slowly began to make his way back up the bed. His soft lips trailed kisses over every inch of her body. Rachel stroked his smooth back and made noises of satisfaction. She was still coming down from her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and a look of pure bliss was written all over her face.

Will looked up at her and grinned. "You are so sexy when you come," he said, making her blush. Rachel pulled his head down to hers and kissed him until they were both breathless. She was surprised to taste her own fluids on his tongue.

"Make love to me?" she asked, voice barely a whisper. Rachel didn't wait for a response before she reached down between them and slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. Will hissed when she brushed her hand against his hard, throbbing member.

"God, Rachel...I want you so much." She smiled, pleased with herself. She began to pull his jeans down over his hips. Will helped her remove them, and after tossing them on the floor he was left wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton boxer shorts. Rachel didn't think before slipping her hand inside the waistband and grasping his hard shaft. It was the first time she had ever touched a man like that. Her warm fingers wrapped themselves firmly around his penis. Will made a noise that sounded a lot like a growl, which made Rachel's stomach flutter in anticipation. She wanted him more than she ever wanted anything else in her life. She needed him inside of her now.

"Will, please...I need you."

It was the first time he had ever heard her address him by his first name. Hearing his name fall from her lips made his cock twitch and his heart race. He found himself wanting to hear her call him that more often.

After removing his boxers and tossing them onto the floor with the rest of his discarded clothes, Will quickly climbed off the bed and went over to grab his jeans off the floor. Rachel watched as he searched through his pockets, found his wallet and pulled out a small, foil packet. Will smiled and quickly climbed back onto the bed. He opened the packet, rolled the condom on, and then settled himself between Rachel's legs so he was positioned at her entrance. He kissed her softly on her lips and leaned back to meet her gaze.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, giving her another chance to put an end to it before they went too far.

Rachel nodded. "Yes...I'd kill you if you stopped now!"

Will smiled at her and placed a light kiss on the top of her head.

And then he pushed inside.

It wasn't until then he realised just how inexperienced Rachel actually was. Rachel gasped out in pain as he slowly slid the tip of his penis inside her entrance. He instantly went to pull himself out, but Rachel shook her head and grabbed at his back.

"No...don't...just give me a second...okay?"

Will nodded. He remained completely still inside of her, waiting for her to tell him what to do. He had to resist the urge to push all the way in. She felt so good around him. So tight. So warm.

After a moment she began to relax and her grip around him loosened. "Okay...go slow..."

"Are you sure?" he questioned, not wanting to hurt her.

Rachel looked up at him and gave him a small smile. "I'm more than sure."

Slowly, he pushed himself all the way in, pass her barrier. Rachel tensed and grimaced in pain, but it didn't take her long to relax. After a moment he pulled out and slowly began to push back in again. He repeated this a few times and smiled when Rachel started making noises of satisfaction. She bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his waist. Rachel buried her head into the crock of his neck and moaned loudly with each thrust.

He gained speed. His thrusts grew harder and faster and before long they were both grunting and groaning together. Rachel ran her hands all over his bare, smooth back. She clawed at his skin, wanting more of him, needing to be closer. Nothing seemed to be enough for her.

"So...good..." she gasped out in between moans.

Will grunted. "God, Rachel...you're so tight...so good..." And then he surprised her by gently taking hold of her waist and flipping them over. Rachel yelped in surprise when she realized that they had swapped positions. She looked down at him in shock, not knowing what she was supposed to do now she was the one on top.

Will gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay...just relax and go slow."

Rachel sat back and was surprised by how good their new position felt for her. She could now feel every inch of him inside her. She placed her hands on his chest and her eyes remained locked with his as she slowly began to move her hips over his. Will smiled, took hold of her hips and helped to direct her movements.

It didn't take her long to get more courage and after only a few minutes she was going faster. Will removed his hands from her hips and began to massage her soft breasts, sending even more ripples of pleasure through Rachel's body, straight down to her core. Rachel gasped and tossed her head back. Her mind was nothing but a swirl of pleasurable bliss. She knew she wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Out of nowhere she was hit with a sudden orgasm so strong it made her scream louder than she ever thought possible. Will quickly turned them back over and hardened his thrusts. It didn't take him long before he found his own release. He came hard, chanting her name as his body shook with pleasure.

Will collapsed over her, making sure to keep his weight off of her sore side. Neither of them said a word as they both lay together, still joined in the most intimate way possible. They were covered in sweat and panting loudly. Rachel's whole body felt sore, but in a good way. Her side was beginning to ache, but she ignored it.

After what seemed like forever, Will finally pulled himself out of her. He quickly removed the condom and tossed it into Rachel's trash can, before falling back onto the bed. He lay on his back, eyes closed, chest rising quickly with each intake of breath. Rachel didn't think before she moved closer to him. She rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his heart pounding beneath his skin. Will wrapped his arm around her shoulders, holding her against him.

He drifted off into a light sleep, leaving Rachel to comprehend what had just happened. She had no idea what to think. Part of her wanted to scream out in pure happiness, but the other part of her wanted to jump out of the bed and run as far away as possible

What did this mean for her and her teacher? Had she just ruined one of the best friendships she had? She couldn't believe she had just had sex with Will Schuester! What did he think of her now? Did he expect to have sex with her again after this? Did he even enjoy having sex with her? Was she even good at it? What if she was really bad? What if Will hadn't enjoyed it as much as she had?

It was at that moment when Rachel decided she needed to use the bathroom. She sighed and slowly untangled herself from Will's grasp. She didn't bother putting any clothes on, he had already seen every inch of her naked anyway. Rachel slowly pulled herself to her feet and began to walk across the room, towards the bathroom. She found it a little difficult to walk, her whole body felt like jell-o and the bruise on her side was really beginning to ache.

After using the toilet, she washed her hands, brushed her teeth and took some Tylenol to help ease her pain. When she had finished in the bathroom, she switched the light off and made her way back to her bedroom. Rachel stood in the doorway for a moment, wondering what she was supposed to do now. Should she climb back into the bed without any clothes on, or should she put her nightgown on first?

After a long moment of hesitation, Rachel inhaled a deep breath and went over to the bed. She pulled the blankets back and slid in beside Will. She turned her back towards him and closed her eyes. The bed moved behind her and she was surprised when Will draped his arm over her waist. He moved his body closer to hers, so he was pressed against her back and after only a few minutes, she drifted off to sleep.

-x-x-

Will woke up to a bright sun shining through the bedroom window. His eyes slowly fluttered open and it took him a long moment to remember where he was and what had happened last night.

Last night!

He turned his head to look at the girl beside him. Rachel was dead to the world. Her head was nestled comfortably on his shoulder and her arm was draped over his chest. Will's heart dropped to the very pit of his stomach as all the events from the previous night came flooding through his mind. He instantly felt sick.

What had he done?

He flew out of the bed, grabbed his boxers and jeans off the floor and quickly pulled them on. He zipped his jeans up, pulled his shoes onto his feet and then turned around to look at Rachel.

She looked so peaceful and relaxed. He hadn't really noticed it before, but Rachel Berry was one of the most beautiful women he had ever set eyes on. Everything about her was perfect. Her hair. Her body. Her eyes. Her skin. She even smelled perfect. Will's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her, and for a split second he thought seriously about climbing back into the bed and pulling her back into his arms.

Will quickly shook those thoughts from his mind, turned his back to the sleeping woman and hurried out the room. As much as it pained him to leave her without saying goodbye, he just couldn't stay there any longer. He all but ran down the stairs and through the house. He found his shirt on the floor downstairs and quickly grabbed his briefcase out the living room. Once he had all of his things, he hurried out the front door, closing it behind him as he went.

It was early in the morning. The sun had only just risen in the sky and the rest of the neighbourhood was still yet to awaken for the day. Will sighed, relieved no one was around to see him exit Rachel's house in the same clothes he had worn the previous night. He ran over to his car, unlocked the drivers side door and got in. He didn't think before starting the engine and quickly pulling out the driveway.

As he drove the short distance home, he wondered how he had let everything get so far out of control. Will had just made the worst mistake of his entire life and there was no way he could fix it. He would never be able to forgive himself for what he did. How could he have been so stupid? He had just taken advantage of a young, innocent girl. And not only had he taken advantage of her, he had taken her virginity too.

He was such a fucking idiot!

Will parked his car outside his apartment building and quickly hurried inside. He had just enough time to take a shower and get dressed before he had to be at school.

Rachel woke up feeling stiff and sore. Her head ached, the bruise on her side hurt and her body felt like it had just participated in an Olympic marathon. She opened her eyes to see that the bed beside her was now cold and empty.

He was gone.

His clothes were missing from her bedroom floor and Rachel didn't need to check her driveway to know his car would no longer be parked outside her house. Rachel felt tears prickle behind her eyes. She didn't know what she had expected would happen this morning, but she had at least hoped Will would have spoken to her before he left.

Maybe she had scared him away? Maybe the sex was so bad he couldn't even stand the sight of her? Maybe she did something wrong?

Rachel couldn't help but feel guilty. She felt as though this was all her fault. Mr. Schue had tried to tell her that he didn't want to have sex with her, but Rachel continued to pressure him into it! She even jumped him when he tried to walk out the front door! No wonder he ran off without speaking to her! He probably couldn't even stand the sight of her after what she made him do!

She had taken advantage of her teacher and now he hated her for it.

Rachel looked at the clock on her night stand and quickly jumped out of bed. She had slept in and if she didn't hurry and get ready for school, she was going to be very late.

Once she was dressed, Rachel went downstairs and grabbed her backpack out the living room. She had to move slowly as her body was stiff and she was finding it hard to walk properly. After making sure she had everything she needed, Rachel went to get her car keys out of the kitchen. She had walked to school yesterday, but since she was running late this morning she decided it would be much quicker if she drove.

Almost as soon as she walked into the kitchen something caught her eye. A familiar dark blue tie was draped over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Will must have taken it off last night and left it here by mistake. She had no time to think about that before she slipped the tie into her bag, grabbed her keys and walked out the front door.

She hurried to get to school in time. After finding a parking space and locking her car, Rachel made her way towards the front entrance of McKinley high. She was late for her first class, but there was something she desperately needed to do before she went into class this morning.

Meanwhile, Will was seated at his desk, staring at the blank wall opposite him. Thankfully he had arrived at work on time and he didn't have a class until second period, which gave him some much needed time to try and clear his head.

Will's mind was a huge, jumbled mess and he felt as though he was drowning in a deep, dark hole of regret and guilt. Over and over he continued to replay the events of the previous night, wondering how he had allowed things to get so far out of control.

He hadn't spoken to Rachel at all since last night. He wondered how she was and he wondered if she would ever be able to forgive him for what he did to her. He wondered if she would report him to the school and have him fired for what he did. He wouldn't blame her if she did. He deserved nothing less.

His office door flew open so fast it snapped Will right out of his thoughts.

Sue Sylvester walked into the room like she owned the place. She folded her arms across her chest and stood in front of Will, looking at him like he was a piece of gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

"William. I take it you know why I am here," she said, glancing around the room.

Will was not in the mood to put up with Sue's crap today. He inhaled a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "What do you want this time, Sue?"

Sue narrowed her eyes, rested her hands on the top of his desk and leaned closer to him so her face was only inches away from his. "Don't play coy with me, you know what this is about. I think you have some serious explaining to do William, because right now I am this close to reporting you to Figgins!"

Will's breath caught in his throat at her words and his eyes widened in shock. How could she know what had happened between him and Rachel? He gulped and looked down at his hands, trying to think of how to respond.

Sue, pleased with herself, picked up on his reaction. "Yes, I'm not that stupid. I knew it was you!" She shook her head and began to pace his office. "How dare you drink from my own personal supply of water! Do you have any idea how much it cost me to have that water shipped all the way from Sweden? That water cost me a fortune and I didn't pay all that money just so you could help yourself to it!"

To say that Will was relieved was a huge understatement. Sue didn't know what had happened last night! Thank god!

"Well I didn't see your name on it," Will replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Sue stopped pacing and turned to glare at him. "You are going to replace that water William, or else I'm going to go out and buy myself a new pair of extra sharp scissors and then I will wait until it's late at night and you are asleep and I will break into your house and cut off that horrible, disgusting hair of yours!" Sue grabbed a small pile of paperwork off Will's desk, dropped it on the floor and quickly stormed out of his office, leaving the door wide open as she went.

Will sighed, rolled his eyes and got up from his seat. He made his way around to the other side of his desk and knelt down to pick the papers up. He had only just bent over, when a quiet knock sounded on his door.

Thinking it was Sue back again, he didn't bother to look up before saying, "Listen Sue, I'll replace your water but can you please just leave me-" his words were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. He turned his head and was more than shocked to see that it wasn't Sue Sylvester in his office.

It was Rachel.

Today she was dressed in a white polo shirt tucked into a short, dark red skirt that showed off almost all of her beautiful, long legs. Will instantly remembered back to the previous night and how amazing it felt to have those legs wrapped around his waist while he pounded into her tight –

He quickly pushed those thoughts right out of his mind and scolded himself for thinking such things. He grabbed the last sheet of paper off the floor and stood up.

"Rachel...what are you doing here?" he asked, voice broken. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

He was not ready to talk to Rachel. Just looking at her made the guilt inside of him come flooding back to the surface. He turned his back to her, went around to the other side of the desk and sat back down in his chair.

Rachel shrugged and looked down at her feet. Will could see apprehension behind her beautiful brown eyes. She moved awkwardly and chewed on her bottom lip. "I wanted to talk to you." Her voice was barely a whisper. "And I wanted to give you this..." Rachel opened her bag and produced the tie he had worn last night. He had completely forgotten about that. She smiled at him and sat it down on the top of his desk.

Will quickly snatched it up and stuffed it into his desk drawer. "Thanks," he replied, voice clipped. "Is there anything else you need?" He knew he sounded like a complete dick. He had no reason to speak to Rachel like that. She hadn't done anything wrong. He was the one who had taken advantage of her. He was the one who took her virginity. He was the one who had slept with someone almost half his age!

Hurt passed across Rachel's face. Seeing her upset almost broke Will's heart. He hated seeing her sad and he hated knowing he was the reason behind her pain. He craved to go to her. He craved to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. He craved to be closer to her, to touch her and to feel her body against his.

But he wouldn't do any of those things. He couldn't touch her ever again.

Last night was a mistake.

He hoped that if he told himself this enough times, he might actually begin to believe it.

Because if Will was going to be completely honest with himself, last night was one of the most amazing nights of his life. Sex with Rachel was good. It was better than good. It was perfect.

Which was exactly why he needed to push her away and try to forget the whole thing even happened.

"I thought that maybe..." she inhaled a deep breath and took a step closer to his desk. "I thought that maybe we could talk about what happened last night?"

"There isn't anything to talk about Rachel, besides I think you need to get to class. You are late and your teacher will be waiting for you." He looked down at his desk, hoping she would take the hint and leave.

She didn't. "But when are we going to discuss what happened between us?"

"Rachel I have things I need to do. We'll talk about this some other time, okay?"

Rachel's eyes met his and for a long moment neither of them said anything. A mixture of emotions passed across his student's face. Rejection. Guilt. Sadness. Anxiety. Regret. Once again, Will suppressed the urge to go to her and comfort her. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was for treating her so badly.

But before he could say or do anything, Rachel turned around and walked straight out of his office, closing the door behind her as she went.

-x-x-

One month later...

-x-x-

Rachel sat alone in the empty choir room, waiting for the rest of the Glee club to arrive for practice. It had been a month since she had slept with Mr. Schue, and they were still yet to discuss what happened between them that night. She had so much she wanted to say to her teacher, but every time she tried to talk to him, Mr. Schue would refuse to discuss their night together and he would excuse himself and leave.

Rachel had never felt more guilty. Not only had she seduced her teacher and basically forced him into having sex with her, but she had also ruined one of the best friendships she would ever have.

And it was all her fault.

And maybe Jesse was also partly to blame. After all, if he hadn't attacked her then Rachel would never have needed Mr. Schue to rescue her and they wouldn't have spent the night together and Rachel wouldn't have gotten the chance to seduce her teacher.

Thinking about Jesse made Rachel's pulse race. Her mind instantly began to think back to that horrible day in the auditorium. Rachel had spent a lot of time thinking about that day. Part of her worried that maybe Jesse would come back and attack her again. She kept expecting him to walk around a corner or grab her from behind.

And to make things worse Jesse also occupied her mind while she was asleep. Sometimes he would appear in her dreams and just stand there, watching her with cold, deadly eyes. Other times he would try to chase after her or he would attack her and Rachel would wake up during the night, drenched in a pool of her own sweat, screaming and thrashing around in her bed.

She never told her dad's about Jesse. She didn't tell anyone. Will Schuester was the only other person who knew of what happened, and she planned on keeping it that way. She didn't want people feeling sorry for her and pitying her. Rachel knew that one day it would all pass and she would forget Jesse even existed. One day she would stop having these crazy nightmares and she would be able to carry on with her life.

She just hoped that one day wasn't too far away.

Rachel was pulled from her thoughts when the other students began to arrive for Glee practice.

For the next hour she listened as Mr. Schue and the other students discussed what songs they wanted to perform at regionals. Usually Rachel would have been the first to voice her opinion on what solo's she wanted to sing, but lately her mind had other things to worry about.

Like how to get Mr. Schue to at least acknowledge her presence.

Rachel hated the way her teacher ignored her and the way he acted as though she wasn't even in the room. It was like she no longer existed to him. It was like he couldn't even stand to look at her after what had happened.

Today was going to be different. Today she was going to make him listen to her. Rachel was tired of being ignored by him and she was tired of him trying to avoid talking to her.

When glee practice was over, Rachel quickly got to her feet and made her way over to her teacher. "Mr. Schue, may I please speak with you for a moment?"

She tried not to notice the way his body stiffened at the sound of her voice. "Ah...sure," he replied, nervously. "What can I help you with?"

Rachel waited until all the other students had left the choir room before she went over and closed the door. "Why are you avoiding me?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

"I'm not avoiding you," he replied, instantly.

Rachel rolled her eyes. She sighed and sat herself down on the seat in front of the piano. "Yes you are. You can't stand to be near me after what happened and every time we're in the same room you don't even glance in my direction." She paused and inhaled a deep breath. "Mr. Schue, I understand if you are angry with me after what we did, but please-"

"Angry with you?" he interrupted, outraged. "Rachel why would I be angry with you?"

"Ah, maybe because I forced you into having sex with me?" She turned to look at him, trying to hold back her tears.

Will's eyes widened in surprise. Whatever he had expected her to say that definitely wasn't it. "Rachel, you didn't-"

It was her turn to interrupt him. "No, don't make excuses for me, Mr. Schue. I know I was a complete idiot and I know you'll probably never be able to forgive me for what I made you do." The tears she had been trying to hold back finally surfaced. She quickly looked away and wiped her wet eyes on the back of her hand. "Just please know that I am so, deeply sorry and if I could rewind time and change everything I would!"

Will was speechless. He had absolutely no idea how to respond. So he just stood there, looking at Rachel with wide, confused eyes. He could not believe the words that had just left her mouth.

Finally he managed to find his voice. "Rachel this isn't your fault." Will slowly made his way over to the other side of the piano seat. After a moment of hesitation he sat himself down beside his student. "If anyone is to be blamed for this then that person is me. I'm the one who allowed it to happen. I'm your teacher Rachel. I shouldn't have even thought about touching you."

Rachel turned her head to look at him. "But if I hadn't thrown myself at you and pressured you into it, then you wouldn't have had to touch me at all."

Will sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "That's not the point, Rachel. You had just been through a very traumatic ordeal and you weren't thinking straight. I was supposed to be the responsible adult, but I wasn't. This is all my fault."

Rachel relaxed slightly. "I thought the reason you've been ignoring me lately is because you hate me now," she confessed. "I thought that maybe sex with me was so bad, you couldn't stand to be near me any more."

"What?" Will scoffed at her words. "Rachel I could never hate you." He inhaled a deep, shaky breath and then added, "Especially not now."

Without thinking he reached out and took her hand in his. He ignored the voice in his head that told him not to touch her. He ignored the way his heart raced when his hand clasped hers. He ignored the way his skin tingled at their touch. These things didn't matter. He needed to touch her. It had been a month since he had last been close to her and, as wrong as it was, he had missed her more than he ever wanted to admit.

Rachel looked down at their joined hands. "So...the sex wasn't so bad?" she questioned, blushing a deep shade of red.

The corner of Will's mouth turned up into small smirk. He shook his head and met her gaze. "Of course not!" And without thinking he asked, "Why? Did you think it was bad?" The second the words left his lips he regretted them. He knew he definitely should not be having this kind of conversation with her. Not after everything that had happened and especially not while they were sitting in the middle of school!

Rachel's blush deepened and she quickly looked away from her teacher's gaze. "No. Although it was my first time so technically I can't comment on whether it was good or bad." Rachel finally lifted her eyes to look at him. "But, I enjoyed it and I'm glad my first time was with you."

The guilt Will had been trying to hold back finally resurfaced. He could not believe he had been stupid enough to take this young girls virginity from her. Rachel deserved so much better than that. She deserved so much better than him.

He pulled his hand free from hers and cleared his throat. "Rachel, you know this cannot happen again, don't you?" he asked her. "What we did was a mistake. If anyone finds out what happened I'll loose my job and I'd get in a lot of trouble."

His words hurt her more than he wanted. "You want to forget it even happened?" she questioned.

Of course he didn't. But what other choice did he have? He couldn't be with her. It was illegal and it was wrong and Rachel was much too young. She had her whole life ahead of her. She deserved to follow her dreams. She deserved to find happiness with someone her own age. Someone who would treat her better than he ever could. Someone who could give her everything she wanted.

"No," he replied, honestly. "But I think we should move on and at least act like it didn't happen. I can't give you what you want, Rachel, and we both know we could never be together. What we did last month can never happen again. It was a mistake and I'll never forgive myself for it."

"But it wasn't a mistake!" Rachel snapped. "So what if other people might think it was wrong? We both know it wasn't! It felt right...no, it felt better than right...it felt amazing!" She got to her feet and turned to look at him. "Something that good could never be a mistake!"

"But it was," he argued. "It was all a mistake! I took advantage of you!"

"No you didn't! I'm not a little kid, Will! I can make my own decisions! I wanted to have sex just as much as you did!" she replied, voice filled with anger. "You can't take all the blame!"

Will got to his feet and began to pace the room. He ran a hand across his forehead and inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Rachel you don't know what you're talking about. It was my fault. I am your teacher. I am not allowed to sleep with my students! I should have known better. I do know better!" He sighed and turned to face her. "Which is exactly why this ends now. From now on things between us are going to go back to the way they used to be. We are going to forget all about what happened last week and we will never, ever do anything like that again."

"But I don't want things to go back to how they used to be!" she retorted. "I don't want to forget what happened." Rachel closed the distance between them. She stood in front of her teacher, her body only inches away from his. "I want to do it again. And I know you want to do it too."

He wanted to disagree with her. He wanted to tell her she was wrong and he wanted to turn around and walk straight out the choir room door. He wanted to tell her she was just a child and she didn't understand what she was saying.

But he didn't. He couldn't. Not when her body was so close to his. Not when he could feel her warm breath hitting his neck, sending a rush of warmth throughout his body.

And not when he knew that she was right. He did want her. He wanted her more than he ever thought possible.

Will remembered back to their night together. He remembered how good it felt to be buried deep inside her. He remembered how amazing it felt to hold her in his arms and make love to her. He remembered the sound of her voice as she called out his name. He remembered the way she screamed and moaned and the way her nails dug into his back while he thrust inside of her.

Will's mouth suddenly felt dry and his heart seemed to weigh a tonne. His skin flushed with heat and almost ever ounce of blood in his body began to make its way down south to his crotch.

And then he was kissing her. He took hold of her face in both his hands and pulled her small, warm body against his. A loud moan escaped her throat, before she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted into the embrace. Their tongues met and within seconds they were making out in the middle of the choir room.

Will knew he was making a huge mistake. He knew it was wrong to kiss her. If someone walked into the room they would both be in a lot of trouble. Will would loose his job and he would never be able to teach again. His whole career would be over.

But she felt so perfect in his arms. Kissing her felt right. It felt like he was finally home. Like he had been drowning and he was finally coming up for air. He knew it was wrong, but he just couldn't let her go. He wanted her more than anything else in this world. His body craved to be closer to hers. His heart ached for her in a way that scared him to no end.

Reluctantly, he pulled away and quickly stepped back, needing to put space between them. He shook his head and tried to comprehend what he just did.

"I'm sorry," he said, running two fingers over his lips. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Don't be sorry," she replied, weakly. "You have no reason to be sorry."

"Dammit Rachel! Can't you see how fucked up this is?" He made sure to keep his voice low. "We cannot do this! If we get caught we'll both be in a lot of trouble and I am not risking my career for this!" He gestured between them. "It's not worth it. I'm sorry."

"I disagree," she stated, folding her arms across her chest. "I think it's worth it...and besides no one else has to find out. It can be our secret."

Will was beginning to grow very frustrated. He was tired of this. He was tired of Rachel and the way she needed to constantly argue with him. He was tired of the way his heart raced every time he thought about her. He was tired of the way she occupied almost every single one of his thoughts.

It had to end now.

"No. It's not worth it." His voice was filled with nothing but frustration and anger. He turned his back to her, not wanting to see her face as he pushed the knife all the way in. "You're not worth it. You're just a young, naive teenager. You have no idea what you're talking about. I can't believe you would even think that I would risk my whole career for you." A surge of pain rippled through him with each word. He hated lying to her, but he had no other choice. He had to do this. "I can do so much better than you, Rachel. So move on and forget this whole thing ever happened."

And with that he grabbed his briefcase and walked out the door.

Leaving Rachel with nothing but a broken heart.

So...there we have it!

Now...I have written another chapter for this and it's almost ready to put up...however I want to see how many people want to read more before I go ahead and add it. I have a few more chapters planned out, but I'll only write them if enough people want to see more of this story...otherwise I'll just leave it as a one shot...

so, if you would like to see more please send me a review so I know there are people out there who want to read it! I really hope there are because I can't wait to write more!

Thanks for reading, big hugs to you all!

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