Author's notes: The Rachel Berry in my Rachel-Will stories is not the same person as depicted in Glee (at least as of 1/1/11). She's not a virgin, having had a long sexual affair with Finn and/or sex at summer theater camps (referred to in one story as a "cesspool of sexual depravity" but probably no worse than many Baptist church camps). As a result, she's confident, self-possessed, not in the least insecure, and well aware of her talent, looks, and brains. She has a higher IQ and more talent than Will, and is his psychological equal. She is always the aggressor, and he is the more vulnerable in the relationship.

To see an affair between a high school girl and a teacher depicted realistically and seriously in a movie, watch not Election, but The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, featuring one of the greatest characterizations in cinematic history by the wonderful Maggie Smith, who won an Oscar for the eponymous role.

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"Hey, big boy, come here often?"

"Rachel! Good heavens! [Whispers] I know you're joking, but other people here might not. Be careful."

"Oh, pish, Mr. Schue. There are two kinds of people here. One kind knows who we both are and would know that if we really were having an affair we would never let it show in public. The other kind doesn't know either of us and would never think that such a dorky girl as I would try to hit on such a hunk as you."

"False modesty doesn't suit you, Rachel. Somehow it rings a little false. As to being dorky, I must admit [Whispers] you look particularly fetching this morning."

"As long as you don't think it's you I'm fetching, Mr. Schue, I'll accept the compliment. And are you implying there are times when I'm merely ordinarily fetching?"

"Yes."

"Now that's why you were unanimously voted the most adorable choir director in northwestern Ohio."

"Really? I never heard about that. Who voted?"

"The girls of glee. Who else? And I'm proud to say I nominated you. I've also heard talk that the twenty-something ladies of Vocal Adrenaline would not only second that in a fluttering heartbeat, but have devised some interesting ways of demonstrating their feelings, as a group."

"Oh, come on. What would they want with an old guy like me?"

"Now who's displaying false modesty? And by the way, I know a few of the women who've been checking you out this morning. Want me to introduce you? I'd be doing them a big favor and they'd owe me. There's a whole weekend ahead of you and you could get lucky, very lucky."

"Okay, I give. Let's call it even. I should know better by now than to engage in a battle of wits with you. So, what are you up to on this glorious fall morning?"

"Same as you. Looking at books, looking at music. We have a lot in common, you and I. That's why we've been getting on so well. In fact, that leads me to ask a huge, huge favor of you. Here we are together, quite by coincidence, I assure you, pursuing the same interests in a public place, away from school where we're not equals. So, just for today, when we're being friends, may I [smiles fetchingly] call you 'Will'?"

[Pause]

"Sure, why not? It'll be fun. I hope."

"Goody. And I wasn't kidding about the women, Will. If you see one that interests you, let me know."

"You're incorrigible."

"Yes I am. Isn't that why you like me?"

"Who said I liked you? How do you know I'm not just putting up with you?"

"As Ms Sylvester told Terri, Will, a woman is the first to know."

"How did you hear that?"

"Ms Sylvester has a big mouth and likes to boast about her triumphs."

"'Jesus wept.' It's the shortest verse in the Bible."

"As you know, I'm mostly Old Testament myself, Will."

"Yes, I know, Rachel, wrath and vengeance. Our way is love."

"Love, eh?"