Hello everyone this is my friend teacher, student relationship. This piece was requested by NayaRiveraSeiMia. I'm not sure how long this story will be, I have six chapters outlined already and I'm going to be adding at least four more. Since I'm writing this piece at work I'm not sure when I'll next be updating, hopefully in the next two weeks.

Math Teacher

Brett Pierce walks into McKinley High School smiling at the few students that are already here. At seven in the morning the only students really that are here are the overachievers and the Cheerios. Sue has her cheerleaders practicing for five hours every day, two in the morning and three in the afternoon. He really enjoys being a teacher here. At twenty-six he's been teaching here for four years and is the youngest teacher.

"Mr. Pierce are we having a quiz today?" Sean one of the football players asks.

"Yes we do so look over your notes." Brett says.

He continues walking to his classroom a smile on his face.

"Pierce!" Sue shouts into her mega phone before he reaches his classroom door.

"Sue," Brett says giving her a fake smile.

He doesn't like Sue very much and hasn't since he went here ten years ago.

"I want to know why you have not taken the football coach positions." Sue shouts walking over to him.

"Because Sue, I don't have time. After work I go home to spend time with my wife Jessica." Brett says sighing.

He wishes he could coach football, but his wife wouldn't like that. She doesn't like that he's a teacher; she wanted him to become a mathematician. You see he's a genius when it comes to numbers, at sixteen he graduated high school early and was accepted to MIT. In two years he graduated from there with a masters, but decided to become a teacher instead of working at MIT. It was then that he ended up marrying Jessica though she wasn't happy to learn he wanted to be a teacher. She hated it even more when he said that they would be moving to his hometown of Lima, Ohio. Honestly he's not sure why they are still married since neither of them is happy with each other anymore. He hates how she doesn't work and expects him to make enough money to bank roll her spending habits.

"Well tell her that you're coaching the football team now. I need my Cheerios to cheer at games where our team at least has a chance of winning." Sue growls.

"Why me?" Brett asks frowning.

"Because the last time the football was good was when you were the quarterback." Sue says. "Now I'll tell Figgins that you're in." she says leaving.

Brett frowns as she leaves, wondering what the hell just happened. How the hell did he just get roped into being the football coach, his wife is going to be beyond pissed at him. Oh well he thinks at least he won't have to spend as much time with her complaining about how he doesn't make more money and how she hates living in this small ass town.

"Mr. P, can we study in your room?" a few Cheerios asks.

"Sure," Brett says opening his classroom door.

"Thanks," Brian a male Cheerio says.

Since they have about an hour before classes' start most of the Cheerios and football players who had early morning practice are now in his classroom. The whole student body absolutely loves Brett. All of his classes are full as everyone tries to get into them. He's by far the best teacher in the school and being close to the age of the students they all adore him, especially the girls most of who have crushes on him. Including one Santana Lopez, the captain of the Cheerios and most popular girl in the school.

"Mr. P, could you help me with this? I don't understand it at all." Santana asks standing in front of his desk.

"Of course Santana," Brett says smiling at her.

He spends ten minutes explaining the concepts to her; she spends the time being able to stare at him without it seeming weird. She has a huge ass crush on him and is so thankful that she's gotten him as a math teacher every year. Honestly she doesn't understand math really at all and she knows that staring at him instead of listening isn't helping her grades at all.

"So that's how you find x." Brett says looking up at her.

"Thanks Mr. P that helped a lot." Santana says smiling at him.

"Well I'm glad to help." Brett says turning back to grading tests.

Santana opens her mouth to say something else, but before she can the warning bell rings.

"Okay everyone it's time to actually head to your first classes." Brett says as most everyone gets up to leave.

"Bye Mr. P," most every student says as they leave.

Santana catches up with her best friend Quinn and the only other senior on the team Connie who are walking to their history class.

"Isn't Mr. P just so dreamy." Connie sighs.

"Yeah I guess, if you're into older guys." Quinn says rolling her eyes.

She likes Mr. P don't get her wrong. He's by far the coolest and best teacher in the school, but she unlike almost every other female in the school does not have a crush on him.

"God Quinn you are such a prude." Santana says.

"Oh hush San we all know you're in love with him." Quinn teases her friend.

"Shut up," Santana says blushing.

"Leave her alone Quinn just because you're the only girl in the whole school who doesn't like him." Connie says causing Quinn to roll her eyes.

"Whatever you two need to get over yourselves and remember that he's married and our teacher." Quinn says always the logical one.

"So that doesn't mean we can't have our fantasies." Santana says.

"Yeah," Connie agrees.

"God you two are something else." Quinn says shaking their head as they walk into class.

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'Honey I'm sorry, but Sue roped me into coach the football team and I have to stay until five.' Brett tells his wife as he locks up his classroom.

'Really?' Jessica whines. 'I want to spend time with you.'

'Listen Sue is just scary and I'd hate to upset her.' Brett says.

'Fine,' Jessica sighs.

'Thanks,' Brett sighs wondering what he ever saw in her.

He's been thinking about getting a divorce for some time now, but his parents really like Jessica and would be really disappointed in him if he did. So he's been holding off talking to a lawyer hoping that by some miracle things will get better between him and his wife.

'Brett! Did you hear a word I just said!' Jessica shouts into the phone.

'No sorry honey,' Brett says shaking his head as he heads out to the football field.

'Fine, we'll talk when you get home.' Jessica says obviously upset.

Brett's about to say something when she hangs up on him.

"Mr. P!" Puck, the best football player shouts jogging over. "Are you our new coach?" he asks really hoping so.

Everyone knows that Brett was a really good football player here and his senior year was their last winning season. So to say that Puck is excited at the possibility of having Brett as his coach is an understatement.

"Well Mr. Puckerman as a matter of fact I am going to be your football coach so tell all boys to be out here in ten minutes." Brett says walking over to the bench to put his bag down.

As he starts getting ready to meet the team and decided what exactly they need to do first to start winning games, Sue gathers her Cheerios up at the other end of the field.

"Okay ladies I know that Mr. Pierce is a very handsome man, but I expect you to all be perfect which means no staring at him!" Sue shouts into her megaphone. "Lopez, start practice with fifty laps!"

Santana gets and trying not to roll her eyes as everyone else follows her lead. They all start running around the track, most everyone running faster than normal trying to show off for Brett.

"God could they be more annoying." Santana curses as a freshman almost runs into her.

"Please you're staring at him too." Quinn points out.

"Yeah, but at least I'm not running into anyone when I'm doing it." Santana grunts, shoving another girl that's about to hit into her.

"At least we'll finally have something hot to look at." Susan says catching up to them.

"That's true," Santana says blushing as Brett looks up just as they're passing by.

As the Cheerios run, the football team finally comes out and gathers around their new coach.

"Hello boys, in case some of you don't know I'm Brett Pierce the math teacher and now apparently your football coach. You can call me Coach Pierce or Coach P which ever one you like better." Brett says looking around at the twenty or so boys that make up the football team. "Is this everyone?" he asks wondering if he can recruit other players if this is everyone.

"Yeah, most people don't want to join the football team since we haven't won a game in like eight years." Puck says as he's the captain.

"Well I think we can improve on that this season. Starting tomorrow we'll do workouts and running in the morning so be here at six in the morning. After school we'll work on plays and figuring out who plays where. So to start out I'll need to make a list of all your names and what positions you play or would like to play." Brett says thinking this is going to take up a lot of his time.

Not that he minds at all since it will take time from him spending time with his wife and thus him thinking about how bad his marriage is. Thinking about it he really should thank Sue for pushing him into becoming the coach, not that he'd ever actually tell her that.

"Okay boys go run twenty laps, after that we'll head into the locker room to go over plays that you know." Brett says looking over the list.

He feels like they have a good base to start with and he's sure he can convince another ten guys that are in his math classes to join. With thirty bodies, disciple and endurance he's sure he can have this team winning games this season. Next season he'll start thinking about titles. Shaking his head out of thoughts of next season, he starts going over the list marking off what positions he think they'll be good at. Two hours later he decides to call practice over.

"Okay boys I'll see you all tomorrow morning at six am sharp." Brett says.

They all groan as they head off the field. He just chuckles as he walks over to his car.

"Hey Mr. P," Santana says coming up next to him.

"Hey Santana, Cheerio practice over already? I thought Sue liked to keep you all out here until it gets dark." Brett says smiling over at his very attractive student.

"She would, but some of the parents complained so she can only keep us out here until five since we have morning practice too." Santana says smiling over at him.

"That's good; I hope that means that I can expect your homework to be done on time now." Brett says as they approach the gym.

Santana just laughs cause yeah right, more like she'll have more time to day dream about her very hot teacher.

"See you tomorrow Mr. P." Santana says heading into the girl's locker room.

He waves at her turning to head to his car. Driving home he wishes that he had an excuse to not go home, he's not looking forward to getting yelled at by his wife. Pulling into his apartment parking lot he sighs.

"Jess," Brett softly says walking in the door.

When he doesn't hear her moving around he hopes that maybe she went out with her friends and he won't be getting yelled at tonight.

"Brett," Jessica growls.

"Hey honey," Brett says putting a fake smile on his face.

"You know how I feel about you spending so much time at that fucking school." Jessica growls at him.

"And you know that I love helping the kids out. God why can't you just get off my back for like ten minutes." Brett says flopping on the couch.

"I think I'll go stay with my friend Alex for a few days until I cool off." Jessica growls at him.

"That maybe for the best." Brett says watching her leave.

In a way he's relieved that she's gone, but at the same time he's sad. They're in that limbo state of being married and yet they're not in love and she can hardly stand to be around him.

"Well at least I can grade my papers in peace." Brett says to himself.