HEYY :)

so, I wrote & posted this fanfic a few months ago but it was full of mistakes and I really didn't like it. I decided to post it again now, even though I only wrote 3 chapters and I doubt I'll continue writing it.

I really really DON'T like how this story is turning out but what the hell, I'm just gonna post it and see what happens.

if I get any reviews or favorites then I MAY change my mind, but for now I just wanted to edit it and repost it :3

this is the first fanfic I wrote and it isn't beta'd, so I'm sorry for any errors.

I DO NOT CONDONE STUDENT/TEACHER RELATIONSHIPS, THIS IS JUST A STORY BETWEEN TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS.

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, if it did, The Donkey would be dead by now and Lea and Cory would only film naked.

It had all started out as yet another bad day for Rachel Berry, young ingenue from Lima, Ohio. As soon as she had set foot in the halls of WMHS to start her second semester of her Senior year, an ice-cold slushie had hit her face and leaked down her new cream colored blouse into her white cotton bra. Unfortunately, her best friend Kurt was absent due to a very bad case of the flu, and that meant that the only way Rachel was going to find something else to wear would be if she managed to remember Kurt's locker combination, which she somehow always managed to forget in the most critical times. Kurt kept tons of extra clothes in his locker and even had a few of hers and their other best friend, Mercedes. This was not only to have an emergency plan in case of a slushie attack, but also because Kurt Hummel was a self-proclaimed fashionista and a makeover addict. Glancing at her watch, Rachel sighed and realized she only had 15 minutes left before the start of first period and she had to rush if she wanted to look decent during class. Even though her teachers worshipped her and would understand if she was late because of a slushie-vention, Rachel absolutely HATED tardiness. And, she knew that she was going to meet some new teachers today because Figgins had fired several staff members after they had made fun of Sue Sylvester, the cheerleading coach who always happened to be blackmailing the principal, for a video of her exercising to Olivia Newton John's "Physical" which had been posted online.

Rachel had to make a good first impression, because she knew from experience that first impressions lasted forever. The girl hurried to Kurt's locker, just to find out that a tall and muscular football player, or as Kurt would have called him, Neanderthal, was leaning against it with a slushie cup in his hand, clearly expecting Kurt to show up any minute. Rachel smirked as she remembered her friend was absent and the jock would probably waste his day lurking the halls of McKinley in the search for him. However, her face dropped as she realized there was no way she could approach the locker and take the time to try and remember his combinaion without being attacked for a second time, and she sighed, preparing herself mentally to spend the day in her purple-stained, sticky clothes. As she leaned against the corner, biting her lip and closing her eyes, she heard the voice of her popular cheerleader friend, Santana Lopez. Santana had been the head bitch of the school ever since Quinn Fabray had gotten pregnant with the child of Rachel's cousin, Noah Puckerman. The baby was in the hands of an adoptive mother now, but Quinn had never managed to escalate back up to the top of the social ladder.

Santana was an openly lesbian member of the glee club, but her strong bitchy attitude and her status as head cheerleader made everyone in school respect her. Rachel stood up straight and made her way to pull a giggling Santana out of the cheerleader circle she was standing in the middle of. The sexy latina rolled her eyes, apparently annoyed from having to stop talking to her more popular friends and help Rachel with whatever she wanted from her, but because Rachel and her surprisingly got along well, she didn't reject her friend.

"What is it, Yentl?" she asked, staring at the brunette right in the eyes. Rachel was used to Santana calling her nicknames and making fun of her and everyone else, because she knew that it was only to joke around. And kind of to maintain her reputation as a bitch, too. But Rachel didn't mind that, and decided to just ignored her remark.

"Hey, Santana…" She bit her lip reluctantly before continuing "I was wondering whether I could borrow some clothes from you. I know you keep extra ones in your locker in case you want to change out of your cheerleading uniform sometimes, and as you can see I've been slushied already… I know they'd look huge on me, but I would really appreaciate it if-"

Santana stopped her long, continuous speech with a "sure, whatever" and walked a few metres down the hallway, still keeping an eye on her other friends as she opened her locker. "Here, take whatever you want but be careful not to get slushied again because whoever gets my stuff dirty will get a taste of the wrath of the Snixx". Santana walked back to her group of friends as Rachel thanked her and picked out a few items of clothing which looked like they would look decent on her. Santana knew that Rachel would take care of them. No one who was threatened by the Snixx, the latina's bitch nickname, would go against her. With only 5 minutes left until class, Rachel ran to the bathroom and changed into Santana's outfit. Rachel had had to pick out a pair of jeans from her friend's locker, because she knew that any skirt that Santana owned was way too short and Rachel didn't like feeling too exposed. Yeah, alright, she couldn't deny that she often walked around in penny loafers, knee-highs, and really short plaid skirts, but everyone considered her clothes "ugly" and they did everything but attract the good type of attention anyway. Guys would just focus on the fact that she was wearing what they called "grandma clothes" and not on the length of her skirts.

Rachel's body wasn't as typically attractive as Santana's was, and although Rachel was rarely seen with pants on, that was the only thing that would do. Santana's lace bra was also way too large for Rachel, who unfortunately had very small breasts which she was self-conscious about. She put Santana's Abercrombie white undershirt and transparent blouse on in a hurry and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. She felt awkward and self-conscious in her skin-tight jeans and her low-cut top which made it easy to see her bra straps, not covered by the undershirt through the transparent fabric. Rachel brushed bits of cranberry slushie out of her hair and washed her face to get rid of the stickyness left. She wiped away her leaking eyeliner and applied a little bit of lipgloss and mascara which had been damaged during the slushie attack. Rachel then realized how late it was and ran to her locker to collect the books she would need for her first period class.

The brunette had English first period, and her teacher was new to the school after having taken over Mrs. Smith's job when the old teacher had forgotten what the definition of an irregular verb was during one of her freshman classes in early December. The poor old woman had been fired at the end of the semester, and Rachel hoped that her new teacher would at least know the basics of the English language before trying to teach anything.

As Rachel opened her locker to collect her English supplies, the bell rang and students started streaming into nearby classrooms. "Shit", Rachel muttered under her breath as she was left alone in the empty hallway. She took the books in her hand without even taking the time to neatly arrange them into her yellow bag and rushed to classroom 204, where the class was already starting. Rachel stumbled in awkwardly as dozens of teenagers trying to choke their laughter stared up at her. Apparently, the rumour about her slushie facial had spread already and the more popular students were happy to finally see the "perfect" and "nerdy" Rachel Berry arrive late to class. Rachel rolled her eyes and shifted her glance towards the man standing at the front of the classroom, writing his name on the blackboard with perfect handwriting. Rachel squeezed her eyes and read the name under her breath "Mr. Hudson".

The man turned around and looked at her as she turned red, realizing she had said his name a little too loud. He was a young and muscular, tall, man, and she could almost make out the lining of his six pack through his white V-neck shirt. He had dark, wild hair and a crooked innocent grin. He was REALLY hot, but Rachel trie to shake the thought away, reminding herself he was her teacher. She stood there awkwardly without knowing what to do or say as he looked at her with his mouth half open.

"I'm… sorry I'm late, I had a little problem with…"

He finally decided to speak up and said "Don't worry, it's okay. Just have a seat…"

"Rachel", she said as he tried desperately to find her name on the attendence list. "Rachel Berry".

"Good. Rachel…" He said as he looked into her eyes deeply for a few seconds, leaving Rachel with butterflies flying around in her stomach and an awkward feeling as someone from the class coughed silently to get their attention. She realized how the situation must have looked from the perspective of her classmates and walked toward the nearest empty seat in the front row, which, obviously, everyone had avoided as they had wandered to the last few rows to find a place to sit. She opened her blue binder and took out her notes, still staring at Mr. Hudson.

His ass is soo hot, she thought, and then caught herself staring at it. What the fuck, Rachel, you have to stop this. Yes, he's hot, yes, his ass is the eight wonder of the world, and yes, his abs make him look like he came straight out of GQ magazine's special Sexy Men issue, but that's no excuse for you to drool over him! He's you FUCKING teacher! she said to herself and sighed. This was going to be a long class.

I hope you enjoyed :)