Disclaimer: Glee and all it's lovely characters do not, unfortunately, belong to me.

Author's Note: This is the first in a series of stories I'm working on; the idea being that I will write a Winn story for each of the first 13 episodes. It's called "How it didn't happen" because obviously there is no way they could have shown this in the programme. But in my filthy little mind, this is exactly what happened! ;) These stories are not intended to replace any part of what you see in the show (other than very slight changes to help it flow better) but should be seen more as extra 'scenes' that could have been going on without our knowledge. Great big thanks to my shiny new 'beta' Snat, and also to the person on LJ 'Winnners' comm who pointed out a mistake I had made (which has now been fixed). I hope you can enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! xx

1. Pilot

Finn Hudson loved to sing in the shower. He always did it at home and he had to really concentrate to not do it at school after football practice. Today, however, he could sing his lungs out because the rest of the team had already gone home. So right now he was singing his new favourite song at the top of his voice, and it felt really good. In fact, it felt so good that he even started to dance a little, being careful not to slip on the wet tiles. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't hear the locker room door swinging open, or the approaching footsteps.

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Will had spent the last hour and a half staring at lesson plans for next week. For some reason his brain just didn't seem to be functioning properly this afternoon, so the task which would normally only take twenty minutes seemed to be taking forever. As it was a nice day he decided to go for a run to help clear his mind. He bundled all the sheets and timetables into a pile on his desk before grabbing his gym bag from his car and heading to the locker room to change. He knew that the football team had already finished, which meant he would have the field to himself. He wasn't expecting to find someone else in the locker room, nor was he expecting to hear someone singing, especially when that someone was actually very talented. Will thought he knew all the singers in the school - he had assumed they were all part of his Glee club. Clearly he was wrong. Determined to find out who the mystery singer was (and recruit them into 'New Directions'), Will moved slowly towards the showers, not wanting to startle the singer in case they stopped. He stood behind the small partition wall that separated the shower block from the rest of the locker room and paused to listen for a few more seconds before peering around it.

It had never occurred to Will just how strange his behaviour might look if anyone were to see him at that moment. Here he was, sneaking through the locker rooms, intent on…well, spying on someone in the shower! As he looked around the corner and finally spotted his mystery singer, he should have realised how strange this was, knowing now that the person he was spying on was one of his students. Yes, Will Schuester should have realised it was strange to watch his young, male student in the shower, but when he saw Finn, well… his common senses had obviously packed their bags and left.

Will had been attracted to many people in his lifetime; some tall, some short, some blonde, some brunette, the occasional redhead. Some were women, some were men, and it was never really an issue. He had never had a 'type' per se, so he was never usually surprised when he felt that 'spark' and realised he was attracted to someone. But then again, he had never been attracted to a student before. True, he had always liked Finn - he reminded him of himself when he was in high school, and he had admired Finn's light-hearted and friendly demeanour. But the thing he had first noticed about Finn was his smile. The way the right side of his mouth was often pulled up a little higher than the left side made him look so young and innocent, and when teamed with those big brown eyes the overall effect was somewhat adorable and often reminded Will of a Labrador puppy.

But now, the young man singing in the shower was not looking innocent and adorable like a puppy. No, Will thought, the young man in the shower was - for lack of a better word - hot! Where Finn usually looked tall and gangly, he now looked lean but strong. The hours he spent each week in the gym had given him excellent muscle definition across his shoulders and arms, and Will had seen him playing football in shorts enough times to know that he had excellent legs too. Without thinking, Will began to walk towards Finn to get a better look. Finn had stopped singing, but the sound of the water hitting off the tiles was enough to cover Will's footsteps. The young man had his eyes closed, head tilted back, allowing the water to pour over his face and down the front of his body. He therefore had his back to Will, giving him a great view of his perfect ass.

Will would never be able to explain his actions after that. He hadn't even realised he had moved until he saw his hands reach out to touch the young man in front of him.

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Having heard footsteps right behind him, Finn had frozen in place. In his shock he didn't move when he felt large, warm hands move down his sides before coming to rest gently on his hips. He stood perfectly still as he felt someone move in behind him, fully clothed, under the spray of water still coming from the shower. He remained motionless as the person began to place small kisses across his left shoulder before stretching up to speak softly into his ear.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me to, and we can act like this never happened."

Finn recognised the voice immediately, but he couldn't quite believe it. After all, this was his teacher! Although he had heard rumours about Mr Schue liking guys as well as girls, he didn't actually believe them. And even if he was gay, Finn certainly wasn't! Not really, anyway, because kissing Puck when he was drunk certainly didn't count (even if he had enjoyed it more than he was willing to admit).

He realised after a few seconds that the body behind him had stopped, waiting for his response. Still disbelieving, he turned round, careful not to dislodge the hands still on his hips. And there he was - already soaking wet, his curly hair starting to flatten down, his blue shirt clinging to his chest, green eyes staring up into Finn's. Finn didn't quite know how to react. On one hand, this whole situation was very weird, but on the other hand, Mr Schue did look kind of good wet, and there was no denying that Finn had enjoyed those little kisses, the warmth of those hands, the slight shiver that had run down his neck as he heard that voice… And so Finn did exactly what his teenage body wanted him to do - he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss to the older man's lips. He had half expected it to feel weird or wrong, but it didn't, it actually felt pretty much the same as kissing Quinn (or Puck). After studying his teacher's facial expression for a second to make sure he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his life, Finn leaned back in and kissed him again, this time allowing his lips to linger for a second longer.

Will took this as clear permission to continue. He pulled Finn closer with his left arm around his waist, placing his right hand gently on the back of Finn's neck. Their lips moved together in a series of short kisses and Will began to push Finn's lips apart with his own, sucking slightly on his lower lip. The younger man gave a small moan before placing both hands against Will's chest and pushing him back a little.

"Wait, Mr Schue…" he whispered.

Will stopped and dropped his arms to the side, certain that he had gone too far and ruined everything. But Finn didn't say anything more. He looked down at his own hands on Will's chest and began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Will watched as Finn fumbled with the first few buttons before his hands steadied a little. There was something about seeing this gorgeous young man undress him that Will found hot as hell, so despite the fact that Finn seemed to be taking forever, he didn't interfere but waited patiently as he undid the last button and gently pushed the shirt off, allowing it to fall to the wet floor without a thought. Finn took a moment to run his eyes over Will's body admiringly before moving on to unfasten his belt and pants. Will took a step back and kicked off his shoes without taking his eyes off Finn's face. He wanted to know what Finn was thinking in that moment, whether the young man wanted this to happen as much as he did. He couldn't just ask him; he was worried that talking about it would allow Finn time to change his mind. He realised then that Finn was staring straight back at him, only ever breaking their eye contact to glance at his naked chest. Will smiled at this, and a quick glance over Finn's wet, naked body told Will everything he needed to know. Finn was clearly enjoying this as much as he was. He removed his pants, allowing them to drop on the floor next to his sodden shirt and practically lunged forward to throw his arms around Finn, kissing him passionately.

Finn put up no resistance as Will's lips crashed into his. He ran his hands over Will's shoulders, down his arms, across the well defined muscles of his chest and stomach, exploring every gentle curve and angle with his fingertips. Will continued to move forwards, gently pushing Finn backwards until his back was against the tiled wall of the shower stall. This only encouraged Finn, who wrapped his arms around Will's waist, allowing his hands to slip down the back of his boxers to grab at Will's ass. Will responded by giving a small groan and pushing his body closer into Finn's so that their chests were pushed together, his right knee between Finn's legs.

"Take them off" Finn said between kisses, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl.

Will took a small step back. Finn missed the other mans closeness immediately but didn't dare move away from the wall, suddenly afraid that his legs might have stopped working. Instead he stood and watched as Will slid his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down before kicking them aside. Finn, having never actually seen a fully naked man before, found himself slightly mesmerised by the impressive sight in front of him. His eyes wandered over Will but he could not think. It was as if the man were made up of thousands of jigsaw pieces - he could see each piece in wonderful detail, but somehow couldn't get his mind to put all the pieces together to see the full picture. It was complete sensory overload. The sight, the smell of Will's aftershave and sweat, the sound of his own rapid breathing, the tingling sensation covering every inch of his skin, combined with the aching loss of physical contact when Will had stepped back… It was all too much. And despite the urgent need Finn had to be closer to Will, he couldn't make his body move. It was agonising, but it didn't last long.

Will seemed to know exactly what Finn was feeling. He remembered having a similar experience when he was younger - the brain not quite able to catch up with what the body was feeling. He realised that Finn was woefully inexperienced when it came to sex and knew he should be patient with him. But at the same time, Will had his own needs. He kept eye contact with Finn as he grasped his own cock and began stroking himself slowly. Finn watched each stroke carefully, as if trying to memorise exactly what Will was doing. After a minute or so, Finn looked back up and saw that Will was still staring intently at him. Finn smiled and moved forward to kiss Will but Will had moved quicker and once again, Finn found himself pinned against the wall by the smaller man. Will ran his hand down Finn's chest, the warmth leaving Finn's still wet skin tingling. He kissed Finn fervently, this time using his tongue to push through Finn's lips and gently massage his own. At the same time his fingers wrapped around Finn's cock and applied a gentle squeeze before beginning to move up and down the shaft.

Finn's eyes shot open at this new sensation, just long enough to see Will smile, before fluttering closed again as a soft groan escaped his lips. He heard Will chuckle quietly as his head fell back and hit the wall behind him with a quiet 'thud'. He brought his head forward again, resting his chin on his chest to look down at Will's hand skilfully rubbing him. Finn managed to move his own hands at last so that the right one rested on Will's waist while the left gripped onto his shoulder. As they continued to kiss, Will took hold of Finn's wrist in his free left hand and placed Finn's hand on his cock, guiding the teen until their rhythms were perfectly matched. Will leaned in towards Finn, encouraging him with small kisses along his jaw and down his neck. As their pace quickened Finn let out a low growl and slid down the wall a little, finally resting his head on Will's shoulder. A minute later he bit into Will's shoulder, his body tensed and shuddered. He came into Will's hand. The sight and feel of Finn coming was enough to send Will over the edge and he came a few seconds later.

Will kissed Finn tenderly as they rinsed off in the shower, watching for any signs of sadness or regret in the young mans eyes and finding none. All he saw was a sort of hazy satisfaction. They showered in a comfortable silence. After picking up Will's sopping wet clothes, shoving them into his gym bag, they dried off and got dressed (Will wearing the spare clothes he had picked up to go running in). Finn smiled broadly at Will, giving him one last kiss before grabbing his school bag and leaving the locker room.

Will definitely needed to go for that run now.