But I'm A Teacher AU

A/N: This is my first attempt at a FanFiction… Ever! (So apologies now if it seems a little messy) Feedback is encouraged, would be amazing to know what you guys thing. Let me know where you think you would like the next chapter to lead to help the inspiration

I've rated M for the possibility of later chapters. Any triggers warnings will be set at the start of the chapter.

I really hope you enjoy it, here goes :D

Chapter 1

She struts in like a panther ready to pounce, each step placed elegantly but very intentionally. Her face is like a wall of ice, eyes a glare as she saunters through the corridors of McKinley high school. A perfected HBIC gaze that terrified even the eldest of the school. She was the first freshman to have ever made captain of the cheerios.

The school parted like the red sea. She looks through them, holding her head high. She had earned this.

The red and white uniform, consisting of a sinfully short skirt and a tight fitting top and a ponytail to complete the look. This was what it was to be on top.

Rachel berry was power.

They were The Unholy Trinity. Santana, Rachel's second in command, Brittney and Rachel.

Rachel Barbra Berry, 15, with beautiful brown eyes, legs that went on forever, impressive considering she is only 5" 5. Singing is her true passion. Making her way onto Broadway, being a star. That's what she's gonna be doing with her life. Glee was just a stepping-stone for her career. It ensured her voice never became… Rusty.

Rachel was the number one student at school, strait A's and top of the cheerleading squad. But one thing you can't forget, she's a total stud. Some might say slut, rumors get round faster than you could get hit with a slushie facial round these hallways. None of them were true however; Rachel never gave a definitive yes or no. She loved toying with them.

Rachel's (R) POV

I can feel the entire school watch me walk through McKinley. Pride washes over me when they part like the red sea, although I'm pretty sure it's because they're terrified of a certain hotheaded Latina opening a can of 'Lima Heights Adjacent' on their asses. I chuckle inwardly, not breaking my composure. People are still fighting for my spot as Head Cheerleader, I can NOT show weakness. Not here. Not now.

B, S and I all made our way to my locker, we've pretty much stopped using their assigned ones… we decided it saved faffing around, and considering we normally have our shit on us, what was the problem anyway.

"English first right?" I asked S, she shrugged,

"The fuck should I know?" She laughed, Britney gave Santana a stern look for her language, Santana hung her head in shame.

I rolled my eyes knowing full well she wouldn't know… half the time she was in the bathroom during lesson getting it on with Britney. I had to laugh at their antiques though.

I rummage through my bag in search or my planner, to witch it confirmed my question when I found it.

"We have that hot blond this year, you know, the one you were drooling over all last year… and the year before that…" I teased Santana.

"I hope you outlive everyone you love!" Santana teased. Her face dropped the second she realized what she just said… I just lost my father in a plane accident when he was on his way back from a business trip in Paris. Only two weeks ago. "Fuck! Rae… I'm so sorry." I shook my head, I knew she didn't mean it, it's something she says quite a lot, but has managed to stop saying it recently for me.

"Old habbits die hard, right?" I chuckle dryly. Brittney engulfed me with a hug. Bone crushing a oxygen deprivating… "B, air… Need… Air" She let go quickly. She looked at me apologetically, and san was looking at me with pity. I hate it when they do that. "Guys, stop looking at my as though I'm going to break any munite, lets get our fabulous asses to English before we're late. And don't ditch me this time." I raised a knowing eyebrown at them.

"I do what I want. When I want." Santana deadpanned.

"Stop being a meany Sanny, or no sexy times or sweet lady kisses tonight" B threatened, I was laughing so hard at Santana and her dropped jaw, opening and closing trying to protest, but snapped it shut.

"whipped" I cough into my hand, earning a glare from S. I laught even louder.

NEXT STOP ENGLISH Q POV