A/N: I'm Back! And I come baring gifts. Haha. Okay so this is going to be a oneshot. But look out, because Im planning on possibly posting a little oneshot Willchel series. Anyway, this is a really quick little drabble is that what they call it? I dont know. Basically its short and sweet and to the point. Hope you like it. Feedback keeps me going and makes me smile. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own glee.

Highway to Hell

Will's breath catches in his throat as they both lean in, closing the remaining distance between them. Not that there was much left anyway. Her soft pink lips crash into his and he feels himself shiver at the contact. It seems as if everything is heightened, like every nerve ending is on fire as he presses her body against his. She tangles her fingers in his hair, delicately twisting them through the curls and causing an unintentional moan to fall from his lips. He can't help but think about how good she tastes. Sweet. A taste that's undeniably Rachel Berry.

You're probably wondering how I got here. Well, no, you're not. You're probably looking for the nearest phone so you can report me or possibly cringing in distaste and disgust. Let me tell you it didn't just happen overnight. Its been an assortment of little moments. Fleeting ones that came and then were shoved away without a second thought. Things that didn't really start to register until it was too late.

To the outside world this looks wrong. Hell, reflecting on it…I still think it's wrong. I shouldn't be with a 16 year old girl, the way I am, especially one of my own students. Not that that would make it any better if she wasn't. She's still sixteen. Well officially seventeen now.

You know this whole thing has really changed my perception about a lot of things. I used to think those cheesy lines from the movies about age being nothing but a number were a joke. I used to laugh at the idea of someone my age even contemplating being with someone Rachel's age. Besides the initial disbelief I usually never thought about those kind of things. That is until I fell in love with Rachel Berry. Then it was always on my mind. I guess I'm just trying to make myself feel better.

There's a big age difference between Rachel and I. I know that. But one thing my time with Rachel has taught me is that love transcends. That sometimes love can be found in the most unlikely and unfathomable places, if you just have the courage to open your eyes and look for it.

When I first met Rachel I had absolutely no idea that I would love her the way I do or that she'd become my lover, my friend, my muse, and basically, my everything. She is headstrong, passionate, stubborn, a perfectionist, beautiful, and sometimes too mature for her age. I don't know what I'd do without her.

I guess its safe to say that the whole thing is pretty much my fault. I would have never discovered the buried desires that were left unstirred in my subconscious had it not been for Rachel's choice in a ballad we were to perform for glee and my permission. She hadn't had a partner for the assignment I'd given out so I filled in as hers. Bad idea. Of course she had been the one to pick an inappropriate song for us to sing in front of the class…

You know what? I change my mind. I think it would be fair to say that this is at least partially Rachel's fault too.

Yeah, yeah. You don't have to tell me. I know I'm still going to hell either way. It's just a matter of when I'm getting there.