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Glee: William Schuester & Rachel Berry

TW!! MENTIONS OF R@P3, SA ADVANCES, Y/N SINGS A SONG ABT SA

i didnt put the actual r@p3 in the story as that would have been very uncomfortable for me to write and maybe for you to read

italics is y/n singing

mentions of s6 and maybe s5 spoilers

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Mr. Schue was visiting us and watching us at rehearsal. We weren't rehearsing any setlist songs, we were mainly singing to keep up with vocals and stuff like that. We were all meeting in the auditorium instead of the choir room, like normal.

I was running late because I forgot one of my textbooks at home, so I had to go grab it. I was in the parking lot and had just locked my doors when one of the Vocal Adrenaline kids walked up to me.

"Hey Y/n, you look good today" The kid said, I soon pieced together that it was Clint, the lead singer.

"Thanks. But what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at rehearsals?" I speak.

"Well, we're on break."

"Didn't know you guys had those."

He walks closer and puts his hand on my hip, "We do. And I want to use it to my advantage."

"Let go of me."

He slid his hand down my thigh and under my skirt, "Now why would I do that?"

"Clint, stop."

He didn't listen.

"Clint, I said stop."

He still didn't listen. I was overwhelmed and he is much stronger than I am. There isn't any way I can prevent what is about to happen.

**time skips**

I walked into the auditorium and went up to the stage before sitting on one of the stools.

"You're late," Rachel says.

I look down, "I know, I'm sorry."

Mr. Schue walks in and sits at the desk that's in the crowd. We do our performances but the whole time I can't think straight. My mind keeps flashing back to what happened moments ago.

After we finish our last song, we say bye to Mr. Schue and Rachel dismissed us.

I was collecting my things when I heard Rachel speak, "Hey, you okay?"

I look up and see Mr. Schue next to her, "Yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"You seemed very out of it while you were performing," Rachel replies.

"I know I may not be your instructor and I'm your competition, but I still care about students," Mr. Schue pauses, "What's going on?"

"I can't explain in words. It's hard," I sigh.

"So explain it in lyrics," Mr. Schue suggests.

"Out of all the songs in the world, I'm sure there is one about what's going on," Rachel adds.

I sigh before telling the band which song to play and sitting on one of the stools. Rachel and Mr. Schue took their places in the seats where they were while we were performing.

I take a deep breath and start singing, "Looking at me through your window

Boy, you had your eye out for a little

"I'll cut you up and make you dinner

You've reached the end, you are the winner"

Rolling down your tinted window