Title: Out Of Control

Pairing,Character(s): Figgins/Will (one-sided)

Rating: PG

Spoilers: None

Summary: Figgins couldn't control much in life. Written for a challenge.

Disclaimer: Clearly I own nothing.

Note: I honestly have no idea where this came from, this pairing has never once crossed my mind before. I wanted to write a pairing that hasn't been done before and this is what came out. I don't think I like it nor do I think it's believable.

School had been over for hours, the students were long gone and the staff had also cleared out. He was alone in the building aside from a janitor who was probably outside smoking something that wasn't a cigarette, he had spotted Sandy lurking around the parking lot earlier that day. He wasn't a fool, he knew what Sandy did. He just didn't care. The kids and faculty would get the stuff from one place or another, it was out of his control to stop it.

He sat still tracing his finger over the well worn keys of his calculator staring blankly ahead. His thoughts were clouded as he thought about the Glee Club rehearsal he had sat in on that afternoon, he wanted to see how the kids were shaping up. He enjoyed watching the kids preform, they were a talented bunch and it made him proud. That wasn't what was troubling him. No what was troubling him was the fact he couldn't stop replaying a single moment over and over in his head.

Will stopped the kids mid-song saying he had an idea. He stood up and slipped his jacket off and preceded to show the kids a dance move he thought would fit better with the routine. The image of Will sliding his jacket was stuck in Figgins mind, his breath caught as the well built arms of Mr. Schuester became exposed.

This wasn't the first time Figgins had been starstruck by the man's arms. He remembered that night the Acafellas had preformed at the bowling alley he hadn't been able to keep his eyes off the man. He had thought he was amazed by the talent of the group but now he wasn't sure.

He believed he was becoming attracted to the Spanish teacher. He knew there was nothing to be done about the matter, besides tucking it away in a corner of his mind which was what he was trying to do.

There wasn't much in the world he could control, so he didn't even try. He just buried his head and denied the existence of his problems.

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