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"Thank you for coming to pick me up" Rachel said, climbing into the car.

"No problem Rachel, where do you want to go?"

"I certainly don't want to go home, but I suppose I do need to go and pick up some things to keep with me. I left in a bit of a hurry."

"And then, where will you go from there?"

"I have no idea, I guess I'll figure it out."

"You lost me Jacob, what do you mean Rachel is in trouble?" Finn asked, leaning closer to the boy.

"A few weeks ago, I got a note asking me for pictures of Rachel, good pictures, you know like what I usually take. I never asked who it was, or why they wanted them, I thought it was just someone else appreciating her talent and beauty, so I didn't think anything of it and I started sending them copies of the photos I took. But right after the message came, I started to notice Rachel looking upset in most of the pictures, completely unlike the bubbly, determined beauty I usually capture on camera. It was like she was was afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"I wasn't sure. Then, I got a message saying that my services weren't required anymore. It didn't bother me, just meant less work for me and not passing off my hard work to someone else. I was putting together another chapter of my scrapbook for our future family when I noticed it. Looking closer at the photos I'd taken recently I started to notice that in more and more of them, there was someone who was always present in the background, never too far from her, watching her. It was weird, and that's coming from me."

"And it didn't cross your mind to tell her?" Finn asked, running a hand through his hair.

"I wanted to, but somebody made it their life's mission to not let me get close enough to talk to her" he shot back.

"Oh my God, so, what you're telling me is that someone is actually stalking Rachel?"

"I think so. Even though the pictures were kind of creepy I didn't realize how serious it was until yesterday morning. On my way to school when I passed by her house I saw him, in her backyard and then I saw you running after him, so I didn't know if you were in on it. Sorry."

"Wait, so that wasn't you yesterday morning?"

"No. And I was going to tell her, but every time I tried to get close to her at school, you would pop up, blocking me. I was scared."

"I, I saw the curly hair then that note and I just assumed it was you...if it wasn't you, then who is it Jacob?

"I really do appreciate this Mr. Schuester, I feel kind of terrible that you had to leave home just to come get me."

"Leave home Rachel? I'm at home" he answered, waving an arm around to showcase his small, cramped car.

"Excuse me?"

"After, you know, the divorce Terry pretty much took everything...so I've been staying in my car. Hey, don't give me that look, it's not that bad. Besides, trust me I have plans for a much nicer lifestyle soon."

"Mr. Schuester that's just terrible" she cried, placing a hand over her heart. Mr. Schuester was such a good person, he'd always been there for her, he'd even come to pick her up from the police station when he didn't have to. Surely there could be some sort of way she could help him.

"I'll tell you what Mr. Schue, how about we help each other? Forgive me if this is inappropriate, but I'm scared to death to stay at home alone, and you don't even have a home to go to. Why don't you consider my home a bed and breakfast for a few nights? The house is two stories, so you could take the bottom floor, and I'll be upstairs. I'd feel much better knowing you had some quality shelter, and a great deal safer. Giving me a ride to school tomorrow can be your rent" she smiled over at her teacher.

"That's extremely generous of you Rachel, if you really don't mind that sounds like a good deal to me."

They finally pulled up to Rachel's home, and she jumped out to unlock the door, humming lowly to herself.

"You can go ahead and bring your things in Mr. Schue, the guest bedroom is right down that hall to the left" she called, heading up the stairs to her own bedroom.

Rachel did feel better having someone to keep her company, but she still felt uneasy, tense. Wanting to release some of it, she pulled out her phone to open the unknown message again, ready to start sending more angry messages about the injustice. She knew the messages would just bounce back to her, but it would make her feel better to get to voice her thoughts. She wished that the messages would actually go through, that she could get through to the person behind all of this. If only there was a way.

But wait, they have communicated with someone that she knows of. Kurt. They texted Kurt from Blaine's phone that day, maybe they still have it. Maybe if she calls Blaine's phone she will finally be able to get somewhere. She scrolled through her contacts until she found his name, pushed the little green icon, dialing his number, and jumped at the sound of ringing behind her.

Rachel turned around to find Mr. Schuester standing in her doorway, ringing coming from his pants. Looking down at her phone, then back up at Mr. Schuester she pressed the end button, and the ringing instantly stopped.

"Mr. Schuester...do you have Blaine's cell phone?"

"You weren't supposed to hear that Rachel" he answered, stepping further into the room with her.

"Why, all of this time? You? It's been you this whole time?" she breathed, backing up from the man.

"Why do you look so upset? I thought you would be happy. All this time you've wanted all the solos, you wanted to be the star, and now you are."

"But, Blaine-"

"Was very good" he interrupted, "but not as good as you, and he was only getting in the way. I had plans for Kurt next, but he's been so worried about Blaine being "sick" he hasn't cared much for the competition lately."

Rachel thought she was going to be sick, how could any of this be happening? This was Mr. Schuester she was talking about, one of the kindest people she had ever met. What could have possibly driven him to this?

"I dont, I don't understand Mr. Schue, why?" she asked, taking another step back from his advance.

"I need you Rachel, you're my star" he answered calmly, as if it was the most common of knowledge. "I have nothing left Rachel, nothing but you. You're supposed to win us Nationals, get me my money back so we can start over, then we can really set your career in motion." Mr. Schuester took another step closer, backing her up further.

"What money?"

"I bet on you Rachel, everything I have left is resting on you. That's how much I believe in you. You are going to win this for us, and when I win that money we're going to leave. We're going to get out of this cow town, go to New York, or wherever we need to. You're going to be my star Rachel, we can go so far, farther than you've probably even dared to dream. Farther than you'd ever get with Finn, I'm so glad you finally cut him loose. I was surprised you kept him around this long, after what he did with Santana."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you don't know? He didn't tell you that he slept with Santana a few months ago? Or that for the past few weeks she's been cornering him at school trying to talk him into having another go?"

Rachel clutched at her churning stomach, ignoring the growing pain in her head at the influx of information that had been thrown at her the last few minutes. How could she not have known that about Finn? If she was being completely honest, she did know though. She knew it all along, she just couldn't admit it to herself. She knew that Santana hated her, and she saw the way that she looked at Finn sometimes, it made sense. Never once though, had she seen Finn return any interest, there's no way he would, he loved her.

"And who's to say that he won't take her up on her offer? He's a teenage boy Rachel, they think with one thing and it's not their brain. But me, you don't have to worry about Rachel. I'll always take care of you, I've already showed you how much I support you" he said, taking her hands in his own. "I need to know that I can count on you. I didn't want you to know until you were ready, but it's too late for that now."

Looking into the desperate, crazed eyes of her teacher, the man she once thought would never hurt a fly, she froze. Her survival instincts were kicking in, she knew that there really was no saying no to his plan. He'd just told her, that basically his whole life was resting on her shoulders, he wasn't liable to take her ruining all of that too kindly. So she did the only thing that she could do, she turned her acting skills on.

"You can" she said, squeezing his hands. "I was so, upset that I didn't know who was watching me, I didn't know if I could trust them, but I know I can trust you. I've always trusted you, you take such good care of me. You should've told me sooner, it would've made things a lot simpler. I could have helped you."

"I didn't know how you would respond, and you always had Finn-"

"Not anymore, thank you so much for showing me who he really is. that's one less thing for me to have to worry about, he would only hold us back right?" she asked, feigning betrayal. "As a matter of fact, why don't we go ahead and wrap this up, no loose ends."

"What do you mean?" he asked, brushing his thumb over her knuckles, making her skin crawl.

"I can call the police station, informing them that the young man they just took in is guilty of the kidnapping of Blaine Anderson. We could go plant Blaine's cell phone at his house. They'll hold him while they try to find Blaine, giving us plenty of time to plan for Nationals, and our future."

"That would actually work, Blaine never saw me, he doesn't know who has him, it would be easy to pin it on Finn."

"Exactly" she cried, relieved that her plan was working. Smiling up at him she released his hands to grab her phone that had fallen to the floor.

"Wait a second Rachel, don't mess with me. How do I know that you're serious, that you want this" he asked, grabbing her wrist.

She hated herself for what she was doing, but she slowly took his hand, placing it around her waist and on her backside.

"You can trust me Will, I want to do this. We're a team now" she whispered with as much conviction as she could muster as she pulled his face down to hers. His mouth wasted no time moving against hers. His lips molded against her own, but it wasn't natural, it felt dirty. She felt dirty, but she pushed on, knowing that there was no other way.

Finally when the dreadful kiss was over, she pulled back to look up at him, hopefully veiling the disgust in her eyes. Unlocking her screen and typing in the number she touched his cheek reassuringly, taking a step past him closer to the door.

"Hi, my name is Rachel Berry and I'd like to report a kidnapping. Yes I'd like to come in and give my statement as soon as possible, I can come in a few hours from now" she said, winking conspiratorially over at him. "Yes, thank you. The kidnapper's name is, William Schuester and he's here, please help me!" she cried out.

"You bitch!" he yelled, lunging for her and she turned to run out of the door. Managing to reach her just as she cleared the first step he pushed, and she went tumbling down the stairs, as the sound of knocking registered in her ears.

"Help!" she screamed, clutching her throbbing knee and trying to crawl towards the door.

All at one time her window crashed open sending shards of glass flying everywhere, and Rachel was jerked up into a standing position by her hair. Finn's form crawling through the window, and his horrified expression registered just as she felt the cool blade of a knife pressed against her neck.

"Mr Schuester, you don't want to do this, please don't, I know you don't want to hurt her." Finn said quietly, putting his hands up in the air.

"It's too late now, I didn't want to hurt her, I never did, but she ruined everything. I've lost everything now! But if I go down, she's he's going down with me." He moved the knife from her neck to stoke her cheek with it, "you said it yourself, we're a team now."

Taking advantage of the shift in his knife, Rachel stomped down on his foot. The sharp pain in her cheek let her know that she had been cut, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. She flung herself towards Finn, falling at his feet as Mr. Schue tended to his foot. The distant sound of sirens could be heard, they just had to make it a little bit longer.

Turning over on her back she saw Mr. Schuester come charging at her again with his knife, but her view was blocked by Finn's body. Finn's loud roar rung in her ears as his fist drew back, then shot forward to connect with Mr. Schue's cheek. She watched as the smaller man fell to the floor, but he wasn't the only one.

Crawling over to where he boyfriend lay, she saw the reason. Mr. Schue had manged to get in his own shot, stabbing Finn in the side. Rachel pulled him into her arms, placing a hand over the wound in his side to help stop the bleeding as her door burst open.

"Police!"

Two Weeks Later

The New Directions' stalker story was the biggest news in town. The group didn't compete in Nationals, but Jesse, who was very pleased with all of the exposure, was placed as the interim director of the club, taking Will's place. Mr. Schuester may have gone crazy from desperation, and stress, but it turned out he wasn't completely heartless. He was cooperative with the police and revealed Blaine's whereabouts. He had been holding him in the old storage building that once held the classic car his ex wife had gotten for him. Blaine was retrieved and returned home with no injuries aside from mild dehydration.

It turned out that not telling the police about Blaine as soon as she found out wasn't a very good decision. But, since she did turn in the information, and help to bring in the culprit, she got off with just community service hours. She really didn't mind working though. She'd apologized to Blaine countless times about what had happened, and even though he said he didn't blame her, she couldn't help but blame herself. She felt so guilty about everything; not being able to compete, Blaine not being able to be in a dark room alone without freaking out, the stitches in Finn's side. Community service made her feel like she was beginning to make up for it somehow. It was actually kind of a relief. A few hours a day that she could shut the world out, release stress, and forget everything.

"Hey babe, how was work today?" Finn asked as Rachel climbed into his truck.

"Horrendous. You wouldn't believe the things that people just throw out at the Park. Honestly, when we have children they are never stepping foot in a public park. I hope we can afford our own monkey bars and slide."

Finn laughed at her, placing a hand on her thigh. Their relationship had changed a lot since what happened. She was upset that he had lied to her, but she could understand why he had done it. A few months ago she would have thrown a fit, probably broken up with him, and spent weeks in her bedroom eating ice cream and wondering why no one would ever love her. But Finn did love her, she didn't know anyone else that would literally put themselves in danger to protect her.

"Sure babe, whatever you want."

"Pfffft" she blew a gush of air between her lips, "these last few weeks have been too much, I just want to go run a hot bubble bath, put on some Barbara and relax" she said, leaning her head back against its rest.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think I remember a good way to help you relax" he said, letting his hand roam a little higher on her thigh and giving it a little squeeze.

"I think you're right" she answered, placing her hand over his own with a beaming smile, "let's go home."

The End! Thank you all so much for sticking with me through this story, I can't express how much it means to me! I hope that I didn't disappoint you!