A/N: The idea for this songfic (my first one!) came to me while listening to "Don't Stand So Close To Me" from the Glee soundtrack. Originally, Will sang it to Rachel. I interpreted the lyrics to fit with Will's thoughts about Quinn. The plot follows my other Quill fic, Unscripted, which is told from Quinn's point of view. (I love Quill!) This is currently a oneshot, although I might expand it if inspiration strikes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, "Don't Stand So Close to Me," Will Schuester, or Quinn Fabray. (But a girl can dream, right?)
Young teacher, the subject of schoolgirl fantasy
She wants him so badly, knows what she wants to be
With all the charms of a woman
You've kept the secret of your youth
Bookmark it she is so close now
This girl is half his age
"Pull it together, Will," I told myself the day Quinn Fabray joined Glee Club. "She's a student. Off limits. Don't even think about going there. Just push her out of your mind."
Of course, I couldn't. She was always lingering on the edge of my mind – while conjugating irregular verbs on the board during school, while driving home every afternoon after Glee, even when I was with Terri. Terri's having a baby, and all I can think of is Quinn. God, she was infatuating. She wears this tiny cheerleading skirt that barely covers her ass and a tight tank top that makes her breasts stand out. Her legs go on for miles. Her hair looks like golden silk and I want to touch it. Hell, I want to touch all of her. The most infuriating part of it all is that she's completely oblivious to the effect she has on me, so she keeps walking by my desk in that deliciously short skirt and doesn't think anything of it.
Don't stand – don't stand so – don't stand so close to me
Young girl, you're out of your mind
Your love for me is way out of line
Better run, girl, you're much too young, girl
Temptation, frustration, so bad it makes him cry
Beneath your perfume and makeup
You're a just a baby in disguise
After I left Terri and Quinn left Finn, the boundary blurred. Quinn had called me in the middle of the night, asking for a ride. She had needed a place to stay, and I was willing to oblige. Pregnant, alone, stuck in the snow late at night – how could I refuse? But a ride out of the snow and a place to stay at night soon turned into forbidden kisses, sweet and tender. She tasted too good to be true, and I was just a poor guy too dumbstruck to resist.
Get out of here before you have the time to change your mind
'Cause I'm afraid you've gone too far
Don't stand – don't stand so – don't stand so close to me
Don't stand – don't stand so – don't stand so close to me
Mere hours after our first kiss, I pulled her – or maybe she pulled me, it's hard to say – into the bedroom. I lived out my high school fantasy of making love to a cheerleader. We didn't just cross the line. It was shattered. Our clandestine rendez-vous turned into a nightly ritual. As much as I knew it was wrong, I couldn't pull away. I couldn't stop. She was tantalizing, vulnerable, enchanting – and a pregnant sixteen-year-old student. My student. The more I think about it, the more goddamn fucked it gets. The only solution that doesn't make me feel like a sick predator is to ignore the thought entirely and hope that sooner or later, she'll come to her senses and won't stand so close to me.
Young girl, you're out of your mind
Your love for me is way out of line
Better run, girl, you're much too young, girl
Don't stand – don't stand so – don't stand so close to me
You're much too young, girl
Don't stand – don't stand so – don't stand so close to me
You're much too young, girl
There are times when I wish Quinn would run, leave me behind. I'm not strong enough to pull away, but she might be.