I was just daydreaming and this idea came to me. As these two normally have different opinions, it would be nice to see them in each other's shoes. This story will have all the romances we all love so much with, hopefully, some funny bits.

Enjoy!

Will groaned as the music began playing, disrupting his sleep. Rolling over, he hit the alarm, satisfied when it turned off.

"Well," he sighed," better get ready for another day."

He opened his eyes, seeing the baby pink coloured ceiling and the four post bed reaching high over him, shooting up into a sitting position. This was definitely not his room! When he felt something brush against his should, he felt his heart skip a beat, literally jumping out of the bed, hands flailing around. When he saw the soft pink sheets and teddy, he began to wonder where the hell he was. He knew that he hadn't slept with anyone, especially after the whole situation where Emma confronted him in front of all the staff at McKinley, and he certainly didn't think he'd sleep with someone who had such a liking to the colour pink.

Turning his head to get a better look at the room, one filled with posters from musicals, he felt the same tingly feeling as before, running straight across his back and neck. His hands flew up to it, feeling the locks of long hair, which immediately made him worry. Looking at his arms, he noticed that they were no longer his, but tanned, small and feminine. He felt like his head was spinning, unable to come up with a reasonable explanation. Seeing the door to a bathroom, he practically ran inside, feeling much more lighter and finding that his steps reached a smaller distance now. He didn't realise when he'd screamed, but it sounded nothing like him. For one, it was a girl's scream, and the next, it was so high and shrill that he would never reach that pitch.

The reason why he'd screamed was probably the most obvious one. When he looked in the mirror, he didn't see a thirty-one year old teacher. He saw the reflection of none other than New Direction's lead singer, Rachel Berry, staring back at him.

His hands shot up to his face, as if he was in a dream. Just to check, he splashed water on his face, gasping at how cold it was. Peering again into the mirror, he found that it was no use, for he was still in her body. It felt strange, being in a female body. He found his hands hovering over were the breast was, unable to make it go any closer. It wasn't his body after all, it was Rachel's and it would just be downright wrong to do something like that.

Rachel he thought if this has happened to me, then does that mean she's in my body? How could this have happened?

A sudden memory rushed his mind. One of the last conversation the two had shared. Rachel had been unhappy about his choices of song, as they included everyone, not directing the spotlight entirely on herself, which was the problem. She'd confronted him about it after glee...

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Will watched as he saw Rachel advance, that look in her eye when she was angry and determined to sort things out. He always got a bad feeling when he saw it.

"What can I do for you Rachel?" he questioned, glancing at her to spot any reaction.

"Mr Schuster, as I'm sure you know, my talent is much higher than most of the members of glee club and I'm offended that in the past few weeks, I haven't had one solo. It's a travesty that you're denying me this right to express myself."

He sighed," Rachel, you need to give other people a chance. Their voices may not be as good as yours, but does that mean that they should have less solos?"

"That's exactly what it means!" she informed him, a stern look on her face," I just don't see why you choose not to give me a solo when I'm obviously going to sing it better than they can."

"Because," he began, picking up his bag," I have to be fair to all the students."

This clearly annoyed her," But why do you have to take my chance away?"

"I'm not Rachel. Why can't you be happy for someone else? Think how they'd feel if you always got the solo."

"They'd be happy," she said definitely," as they know I can handle the pressure."

"You know," he began, frowning at her," I sometimes wish you knew what it was like to be me, having to make sure everyone gets a fair chance. Maybe it would change your opinion."

Her jaw locked," Well, I wish exactly the same thing. You have no idea what I go through. Glee is the only place I have where people accept me. And I need solos!"

With that, she stormed off, and he wasn't sure whether she was furious or upset.

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So that must have been the reason. They'd basically both wished to be each other, and now Will regretted ever having that conversation.

That idea seemed the most probably thing, and if so, he knew that he needed to find her. He ran back to the room, thinking how weird it felt when the hair swept along his skin. Frantically, he flung the cupboard doors open, seeing the large selection of skirts and dresses. Does she own a pair of pants? He managed to find a knee length dress, putting in on with a red cardigan in hope that it looked more like something Rachel Berry, as no one could find out. Will frowned, thinking how weird it felt to have his legs bare when in normal clothes.

When getting dressed, he tried his best not to look at her body, though he was in it. He knew that it would be an awkward situation if she asked him about it. He slowly crept downstairs, panicking when he could hear voices drifting from the kitchen, making a note to avoid that room and be as quiet as possible. Apparently, Rachel's dads had enhanced hearing.

"Rachel, honey, is that you?"

Taking a slow breathe, he replied," Yeah dad."

It sounded so weird, hearing her voice but not being able to see her speaking. He hoped that he could pull off speaking at her speed and not say something completely stupid. There was a pause before her dad spoke again.

"Aren't you having some breakfast?" the voice shouted. Will panicked: he couldn't possibly spend time with her dads, the people who brought her up, and convince them that he was their daughter.

"Errr... actually, I've already had something to eat," he said, realising that they were not going to buy it at all," I have to school early. Something for ... glee. Bye."

Before they could reply, he shot out the door, Rachel's school bag slung on his shoulder. He glanced around the surrounding, a quiet little suburb. Which way was it to the school? As he began walking, in the direction he thought was right, he couldn't help but feel the anxiety rising up within him. He needed to find Rachel, who was really him, and then they needed to sort this whole mess out. Until then, he'd have to pretend to be her. Attend her classes, talk with her friends. Oh God, he couldn't pull this off.

"Hey Rach," he recognised that voice. Turning around, he saw Finn, smiling in his direction. This was not going to be good...

So the next chapter will be Rachel waking up. I'll let you ponder her reaction for a bit :D