A/N: Hi! So this is my first fanfic in a long while (nearly 10 years, God, I'm old), but I absolutely love the Beca/Komissar fics I've been reading and desperately wanted to jump on this amazing bandwagon. This will end up being a two or three part story. We'll see how things go.

Just a couple of things first. Yes, this is a student/teacher fic. If this isn't your thing, feel free to turn away. I've tried not to make it too much like your typical smutty student/teacher thing you sometimes see in fanfics. Also, I'm an Aussie, and I know nothing about American high schools, so everything you see here is either based on what I've seen in tv/movies or stuff I specifically googled for this fic. Please correct me if you see something totally wrong! Also all German translations are from Google (and sure to be filled with errors), and the German grammar that is mentioned towards the end is courtesy of the internet. And with that please enjoy, and let me know what you think!


First day of senior year. This is the last first day of high school Beca's ever going to have to go through again. Thank fuck.

She had an alright summer this year, surprisingly. She did spend the most of it with her dad and step-monster in Georgia. Which, yeah, blew for the most part because evil step-monster. But she did have a couple of nice moments with her dad, like when they went to the arcade like they used to when she was a kid. I mean, yeah she's older now, but it was still fun versing her dad on the car racing games and they were both laughing their asses off when she kept having to help him out of being stuck at the barriers. She also spent a lot of time working on a couple of new mixes, which are actually sounding pretty sick.

It's so good to be back with her mom though, and her friends. And Jesse.

"Be-caw!"

Which, speak of the devil.

She turns from her locker and smiles at her boyfriend, yelping a little when he hugs her excitedly. She usually hates PDA, especially at school, but lets him kiss her in the hallway. She really has missed him, the dork.

"Wow, look who's being all affectionate." she jokes, nudging Jesse playfully.

"Hey, three months is a long time without my best girl, ok?" he smirks. Jesse spent the whole summer interning at his brother's law firm in New York. Beca got bombarded with texts from him almost daily of the crying and dead face emojis.

She smiles, though she's starting to feel slightly uncomfortable in his grasp. As much as she missed her boyfriend, she isn't always so natural at the whole cuddly, cute girlfriend thing.

"God, if I knew New York would've turned you into such a sap, I never would've let you leave, dude."

Just as Jesse is about to reply, a pair of obnoxiously loud voices behind them interrupt their conversation.

"Oh hey there lovebirds!"

"Get a roooooom!"

Beca finally releases herself from Jesse's grasp and gets pretty much bowled over by Chloe and Fat Amy, who shriek excitedly at Beca. Beca laughs at her friends, Fat Amy immediately launching into wild stories about her sexual escapades with Bumper during their vacation in Mexico. She doesn't really wanna hear all the details, like, at all. And God, Amy should really censor herself in the hallways. She doesn't think anyone else should know what a 'Dirty Sanchez' is and that Fat Amy is an enthusiastic participant in it. Gross, dude.

As Chloe starts talking about the new shoes she bought on Madison Ave while on vacation with her parents, Jesse excuses himself to get to homeroom early. Nerd. He kisses her goodbye and leaves, Chloe still yapping away about her new purchases.

As he leaves, Amy asks, "Have you seen the hot new teacher?" she whistles dramatically. "I mean I love my man meat, but damn I would totally turn for that walking wet dream."

Beca rolls her eyes at her friend's exaggeration before Chloe pipes in.

"Yeah I agree, she's a total freaking babe."

"You guys are ridiculous."

"No seriously, Beca. Absolute babe, just look at her."

Beca looks at the end of the hall, to where Chloe is gesturing and her jaw literally drops.

Damn.

There, at the end of the hallway, was a literal angel, Beca had no other words to describe her. She was clearly a teacher, a sense of authority coming off of her in waves. It may have been the slightly harsh look on her face and golden blonde hair pulled back tight in a severe bun that helped. She was dressed in black high-waisted pants and a slightly loose black blouse, which made her look even more intimidating.

Beca looked at the woman for a little longer than was probably acceptable for a student to look at a teacher for, but she couldn't help but notice the softer features on the mystery teacher's face. She was young, Beca observed, probably no more than five years older than her. The woman's cheekbones look like they were literally carved from marble they look so smooth. Her lips were perfectly painted in a pale pink shade, which softened her otherwise darker features. Beca notices her eyebrows are a little bit furrowed and the way has her arms folded, watching the students mill by, wordlessly tapping her fingers against her elbows, tells Beca she must be nervous. Which would make sense, first day and all.

Oh wow, Beca's turning into a damn creep. She's barely looked at the woman for five minutes and she's psycho-analysing her already.

"I'm pretty sure she's the new German teacher. Mrs Unkleman retired before summer break, remember?" Chloe says.

Oh, Lord help her. Beca has a thing for accents, particularly German ones. Especially if its coming out of a living breathing Goddess.

(So she spent a semester in Germany on exchange just over a year ago, of course she gained an attachment to the accent.)

Fuck. Beca remembers. Why the fuck did she decide not to continue German after she came back? Moron. She could be spending the next year staring at a God-like reincarnation of Aphrodite herself. Missed that boat, genius.

While Beca internally reprimands herself, the bell for homeroom sounds, causing a wave of students rushing around to get to their class. Beca turns to grab her books out of her locker and slams it shut before following Amy and Chloe to class. Of course, some crazy freshman decides to take that precise moment to swing his locker door open right in front of her, allowing Beca to smash her face right into the door. Beca falls not-quite-so-gracefully onto the ground, landing with a thump and she winces as her head hits the floor.

Man her ass kills. And head. And face. God, she can't open her eyes.

Beca hears Chloe and Amy shrieking, rushing over to her. She also hears the freshman apologising profusely behind her, his voice breaking in embarrassment a little.

Chloe immediately freaks out and Beca can hear her kneeling by her side, grabbing her hand. "Ohmigod Beca! Are you ok? AMY! I can't feel a puls- oh wait false alarm. Beca, is your nose bleeding? Recite the alphabet for me. What's two times two?"

"Shortstack, can you HEAR ME?!" Fat Amy drawls out long and loudly, as if speaking to a robot. Or a deaf person.

Beca groans, rubbing her head, eyes still closed. Damn, that hurt like a bitch.

"Are you alright, there?"

The most perfect, sexiest voice with a definite German accent rings in her ear.

Beca opens her eyes slowly, still groaning from the pain of the fall until she sees the sharpest pair of bright blue eyes staring at her. Mystery Teacher is hovering above her, looking concerned, Amy and Chloe are slight blurs in the background. She quickly comes to and God Almighty, she's even more perfect up close. She could seriously stare into those amazing eyes all day.

"It doesn't look like a concussion," Mystery Angel Teacher says to Beca's friends reassuringly. "But she should probably go to the nurse just in case, yes?" She quickly turns back to Beca. "Can you say something?"

Beca continues looking up at her, noticing the light behind the woman's head is making her hair glow, making it shine like a halo. "Wow, you really are like an angel." Beca replies in a daze.

Fucking dork.

Fat Amy snorts behind her and she notices Mystery Teacher smirk above her, a slight smile quirking at her lips. Chloe pulls her up gently, and Beca takes a second to find her footing. When she does, she notices Mystery Angel Teacher is standing now too, and wow, is she tall. Beca literally has to tilt her head up just to make eye contact.

"Really, are you ok, Becs?" Chloe asks.

Beca nods, her head is still throbbing from the impact of her hitting the ground so roughly, but she doesn't feel dizzy, or anything else. "I'm fine Chlo," she answers her worried friend. "Seriously, I'm good. Just a bit of a bump on the head, that's all." She rubs her head again, the pain already fading away slowly.

"Should I send you to see the nurse? You took quite a fall."

Beca looks back at the teacher's perfect face and opens her mouth. There are a million things running through her mind.

"You smell like cinnamon with a hint of apples."

"Was your face carved by angels? Because, seriously!"

"Your eyes are so blue, they're like the ocean, I could swim in them."

And of course, not a sound comes out. She spends the next couple of seconds opening and closing her mouth like a freaking guppy when Amy pipes in.

"Nah. Good ol' Becs here is quite a klutz, this is only another accident to add to the collection, right Beca?"

Beca nods slowly, dumbly.

"Good," Mystery Angel replies. "You are so tiny, like a little mouse." she remarks, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I hope you take more care of yourself in future, mouse. I would hate to see you get crushed by all the other students next time you fall." she ends the sentence with a smirk. And even though she maybe just got insulted by the hot new teacher, Beca can't help but relish the smile the woman gives her.

For some unknown reason, Beca still can't find her voice, and only manages to let out a pathetic little squeak.

"Oh, she even sounds like a mouse!" Angel teacher laughs, and Beca thinks her heart just stopped at the sound. Beca watches her eyes soften, letting her know she is just teasing.

"You should scurry off to class now, little mouse. You are already late to homeroom." she says warmly, and Beca notices for the first time that the hallway is empty, bar for the four of them. The teacher gestures to Chloe and Amy. "Take her to the nurse as soon as she's showing any concerning signs."

Chloe nods enthusiastically, "We will, don't worry. Come on, Beca." Chloe links her arm through Beca's and the three of them start to hurry to their first.

Beca turns around just before they turn the corner, and her Mystery Angel is still standing there watching her, a small smirk on her face, blue eyes lit up amusedly.

"What the heck was that?" Chloe whispers harshly at Beca as they finally turn the corner. "You were acting like a bumbling idiot in front of the new teacher."

Beca shrugs at Chloe's comment, not knowing what to say. To be honest, she can't really explain it herself, she has no idea what came over her. One look at the Goddess-like teacher apparently turned her into an unintelligable, bumbling mess.

"Who can blame her?" Amy replies "She looks like something straight out of one of Bumper's student/teacher pornos. Yummy."

Beca and Chloe both shudder at that, not wanting to know anything else about Amy and her boyfriend's weird kinky sex life.

As they finally arrive in class, the homeroom teacher glaring at their tardiness, Beca can't help thinking about those crystal blue eyes. As Beca sits down at a spare desk next to where Amy's about to sit, Beca can't help but get the feeling that her senior year will definitely be an interesting one.


The principal introduces her Mystery Angel Teacher as Ms Köhler at their first assembly of the school year, and confirms that yes, she is the new German teacher, taking over from the retired Mrs. Unkleman. Beca can't help but watch as the new teacher stands in front of the school, face expressionless. Beca wonders why she felt the need to show kindness towards Beca during that first encounter, yet puts on a mask of intimidation every other time she's seen her so far. It all kind of makes sense when she somehow hears that this is Ms Köhler's first teaching job right out of college, having just graduated three months before. That probably makes her only around 22 or 23 at the most. God, she's so young, Beca can kind of understand why she feels that she needs to assert some kind of authority to a bunch of students who really aren't that much younger than her.

She sees her a few times in the hallway. A couple of times they've made even eye contact and Ms Köhler almost always makes a point to smile (or send an amused smirk) at Beca, the younger girl always so startled and caught off guard that by the time she thinks to do anything, they've already crossed paths. Man, she's so uncool. One time Ms Köhler even says "Hello, little mouse," as they pass each other in the hallway and Beca nearly trips over herself. She's not sure whether it's really appropriate that a teacher is calling her nicknames (or pet names? Beca wishes) in the middle of the crowded school hallway, but Beca secretly loves the fact that obviously it's something that the teacher remembers her by, and is fond of using. If that keeps her receiving attention from the walking Angel on Earth, then that's fine by her.

Beca's sitting in the cafeteria with Jesse, Amy, Chloe and Bumper one lunchtime when Ms Köhler is brought up in conversation.

"Dude, I heard there's a bet going around for who can sleep with Ms Köhler first." Jesse says, and Beca nearly spits out her iced coffee.

"Yep, in it, 100 big ones. Totally up for a bit of Fräulein Sexypants." Bumper replies instantly. Beca looks in shock over at Fat Amy for her opinion of her boyfriend's ridiculousness.

"Yep, me too. Can't miss out on a shot there." Amy says nonchalantly. "And hey, Bumper and I get $500 each if we manage to get her in a threesome." Amy and Bumper hi-five at that, before launching into a heavy make out session.

"God, I need to rinse out my eyes." Jesse shakes his head bewilderedly at the display in front of him.

"Gross." Chloe adds.

"Seriously? People are actually betting on the fact that they're going to sleep with a teacher? Have they thought about the fact that she could lose her job? And go to jail. Hello? Mary Kay Letourneau anyone?" Beca exclaims.

"Look, she's not 40 and she's definitely not married."

"That's not the point, Amy, she's still a teacher,"

"Come on, short stuff, as if you didn't want to tap the shit out of that ass on that first day where you could barely remember your own name when she helped you out of your 'flattened like a pancake' situation." Fat Amy snorts, and Beca can feel the blush rise on her cheeks.

Chloe nods, pointing her fork at her friend in emphasis, "Yeah, you were crazy flustered, Becs. Like a teenage boy with their first crush."

"You, flustered?" Jesse asked, his eyebrow quirked in amusement at his normally badass girlfriend.

"I wasn't…" Beca fades out, not knowing how to finish the sentence. She picks at her food awkwardly. "She's a little intimidating, ok?"

(And a lot beautiful.)

"You know, if you want in on this bet, it's not too late. I mean, just from looking at her, I'd say she'd choose sauerkraut over taco any day. But hey, you're cute, she'd probably take you for a spin." Bumper says, with a mouthful of food.

Beca nearly vomits in her mouth. God. Boys. Ugh, she doesn't know how one of her best friends is dating this freaking ape.

She glares at Bumper. "Jesus, you're so disgusting. You know she's a still person. You shouldn't talk about anyone that way."

Bumper shrugs nonchalantly. "S'alright, more chance for me and the missus."

She just rolls her eyes, not bothering to continue this conversation any further. She's still fuming though, and can't believe Fat Amy doesn't even bat an eyelid over how completely barbaric her own boyfriend is acting.

Jesse chuckles at his girlfriend and rests his hand on her knee reassuringly. "Just ignore him, Becs. You know he's too in love with Amy to actually act on anything, he's just being Bumper."

On any other occasion, Beca would probably have tolerated Bumper's behaviour. Hell, she tolerates it pretty much every other day. But the somewhat feminist side of her hates that this bet even has to be a thing. Like suddenly there's an attractive teacher and all the hormonal teenage boys thinks it's ok to compete for a slice or something? It's just downright disrespectful and pathetic. She really had meant what she said to Bumper. Ms Köhler is still a person and she shouldn't be treated like a piece of meat.

She wonders what Ms Köhler would do if any of the boys (or girls) at school ever tried to make a pass at her.

As Beca heads to her last class of the day she notices a commotion toward the end of the hall. She watches as a big, sort of lunky looking kid slams a smaller, and definitely terrified younger boy against his locker. By the look of things, this is definitely headed in a bad direction, the older kid looking like he might go in for a punch or a wedgie or something else equally humiliating.

She starts to head over, thinking that maybe she could do something to stop the guy, using her insanely intimidating badass skillz. Of course, before she gets there, Ms Köhler steps up from seemingly nowhere, looking menacingly down at the brat.

The big kid immediately drops the younger one immediately, staring up at Ms Köhler and gulps immediately. And just from the way Beca can already see the kid's eyes well up with tears as the intimidating teacher looms over him, Beca knows there's absolutely no question. The woman would absolutely crush the stupid horny boys who would even try to make a move on her. Beca continues on her way to class with a somewhat triumphant smirk on her face at that thought.


It's a couple weeks later when Beca rocks up to her World History class, and it's definitely not Mr Rutherford sitting at the front of the room.

It's Ms Freaking Köhler, looking like a damn vision at Mr R's desk. The woman, having noticed Beca walk in the room, sends Beca her usual smirk, her lips quirked up and eyes shining in amusement. Beca tries to play it cool and attempts not to trip over herself as she finds a seat near the back of the room. As the rest of the class filters in the room, Ms Köhler announces that Mr R is sick and she would be filling in for the class today.

And seriously, don't they have substitutes for this? Nope, there's no way she's getting any work done today. Not when she has this angel of perfection in her direct line of vision for the whole class.

She finds Ms Köhler totally engaging as a teacher. She's not like one of those teachers who fills in for a class for the day and makes them watch 'Mean Girls' or 'Harry Potter' all class while sitting on their phone or filing their nails or whatever. Ms Köhler starts the class by asking what they're up to in the syllabus and without much effort at all, carries on with what Mr Rutherford had been up to in their last class. Her knowledge of the Russian Revolution is actually quite impressive, though Beca assumes that since the woman is European, that knowledge probably isn't so uncommon. Still, Ms Köhler even manages to provide some detail that aren't in their textbooks, and Beca is pretty impressed, considering History isn't even the teacher's faculty of focus.

So by some miracle, Beca manages to pay attention for most of the class without being a total creep and doesn't constantly stare and gawk at the teacher like most of the class are. To be honest, there are a couple of moments where she catches herself staring for a little too long at the beautiful woman at the front of her class. It's just that she looks especially gorgeous today, looking a little more feminine than usual, with a black pencil skirt and a white v-neck shirt. Her hair is out, unlike most days, where it's pulled back into a tight (but super hot) bun, and it's kind of floating lightly above her shoulders in soft waves. And guh, she really does fulfil all of the sexy teacher fantasy cliches.

But no, she's not going to be like the other creepers sitting in their seats with their mouths hanging open, drooling at her teacher all day.

Once the lunch bell sounds and the other students start to file out of the room, a surge of courage stirs inside Beca as she's packing up her stuff. She's spent the last couple of weeks getting little smirks and the occasional "Hello, Mouse" from the woman, but she kind of wants to be noticed a little more by Ms Köhler. And maybe impress her with her semi-fluent German?

She walks towards the teacher, who is gathering her books together in a pile on her desk. "Große Klasse heute, Frau Köhler." she says nervously. And thank god her pronunciation is still pretty good, despite not having practiced for a long time.

Ms Köhler looks stunned as she looks up at Beca, before a genuine smile creeps over the beautiful woman's face. Jesus, Beca feels a bit like there are butterflies swarming through her stomach, chalking it down to nerves at the conversation she's having in a language she hasn't used in a little while. This could potentially be the longest conversation she'll have with the woman after the hallway disaster, and she doesn't want to screw it up again.

"Du sprechen Deutsch, kleine maus? Ich bin überrascht."

Beca breathes out slowly to calm herself a little before replying, "Ja. Ich lebte in Hamburg für sechs Monate auf Schüleraustausch."

"Hamburg, huh? Das ist meiner Heimatstadt."

"Sie sind sehr glücklich, ich liebe es wirklich da ist."

Ms Köhler's expression changes to one of genuine interest, and smiles again at Beca."Ich bin sehr beeindruckt, Maus. Deiner Deutsch ist sehr gut."

"Danke." Beca replies, feeling a small blush of embarrassment on her face.

The teacher grabs her books and folders, wedging them between folded arms with a thoughtful expression on her face. Beca glances at the folder facing her, noticing the words 'L. Köhler' perfectly handwritten in black sharpie in the top corner. L. She wonders for a second what that might stand for.

"Mouse. I may have a favour to ask you." Ms Köhler switches back to English, her face still twisted in thought, her voice tentative.

God, Beca thinks she would do just about anything for this woman at this stage.

"There is a boy in my eighth grade class who is having trouble with the work and it looks like he may fair. His parents have requested a tutor, and I have yet to find a student with as perfect German as you have."

She feels the blush rise up on her cheeks again. "Are you sure? I mean, you've heard me speak a few sentences. I mean, I would do anything for you, but…"

Goddammit, Mitchell.

Ms Köhler shoots Beca an amused look before replying. "Yes, I am sure. I would not have asked you if I wasn't now, would I?" Ms Köhler smiles again teasingly, before starting to walk towards the door. Beca follows her obediently.

"His name is Josh Collins, he is a very sweet boy. I have the feeling he has difficulties in learning, though he does try, and may just need someone to encourage him along. It would only be once a week for now, and just for the remainder of the semester or until his grades pick up. His parents are also willing to pay, I believe. I will also be present at the beginning, just to make sure everything goes smoothly." They stop walking just before the entrance to the cafeteria.

Beca had pretty much already decided she was going to do it the minute Ms Köhler brought it up. She has some free time to spare. But hey, throw in the promise of cash and she's in. Oh, and the chance to spare a little more time with the beautiful German teacher. Dude, she is so in.

"Sure, I'll do it."

She gets an absolutely stunning smile from Ms Köhler who looks so grateful. "Wonderful. I'll arrange for you to meet with Josh next Wednesday after school. I will contact his parents and let them know. Thank you, little mouse." The teacher takes a second to look at Beca appreciatively before turning around and heading down the hall.

"It's Beca, by the way, my name. Beca Mitchell." Beca calls out. "In case you didn't know it already. You know, since you always call me mouse."

Ms Köhler turns around, and Beca instantly notices the mischievous look in her eye.

"I am already aware, mouse, but thank you for the confirmation."

Beca just stands there, shellshocked, watching as the woman walks elegantly towards the staffroom. Damn, that woman will be the death of her.


"So, how would you say 'The car is fast.'?"

It's her first tutoring session with Josh, and so far, so good. The grammar they're going through is pretty basic for Beca now that it's almost mind numbing, but it's perplexing Josh. Beca's being patient as he struggles through the German gender pronouns. OK, so this stuff was a bitch when she went through this the first time a few years ago, so she can kinda empathise here. Josh is a nice kid, polite, and she can see he is trying. He's a big kid, tall too, definitely the athletic type, Beca can just see from the look of him.

Ms Köhler is sitting at her desk grading some tests. Before Beca started with Josh, she'd assured Beca that she was just here to supervise them, and wouldn't interrupt or interfere unless Beca needed her to. Every now and then, Beca will notice her look up from her desk in curiosity, and she would smile at Beca reassuringly whenever they made eye contact. It makes Beca feel equal parts nervous and grateful that she's here, assuring her she's doing something right.

Because seriously, she's just winging it here.

"Um… Das Wagen ist schnell?" Josh asks, scrunching up his face, totally unsure of his answer.

"Almost." Beca smiles, reassuring him. "So, it's weird, but if you'd said 'Auto', like 'Das Auto ist schnell', then you would've been right. So, it's really meant to be 'Der Wagen ist schnell', as you're using the male pronoun here." Beca circles Josh's workbook with her pencil around the paragraph explaining Gender pronouns.

Josh raises his eyebrow at her and asks exasperatedly. "How the hell am I meant to know that, when it's, like, different for the same thing?"

Beca chuckles and answers, "I know it plays with your mind hardcore, but if you keep practicing and revising the notes here, you'll get the hang of it. I was hopeless at it in the beginning, but now I don't even think about it, I just remember."

Josh groans and folds his arm ups on the desk and buries his head in his arms dramatically. Beca smiles and nudges the kid gently on the side. "Hey, you'll get there eventually, bro. You already did a great job today."

"I just don't get why I have to do this stuff when all I wanna do is play football." Josh groans, his voice slightly muffled where it's still buried on the desk.

Beca nods, she gets it. When all she wants to do is produce music, it's hard to find the motivation to study, particularly in senior year, where Beca still has a crapload of crazy hard work to do, but she has no intention to even apply to any colleges. Like, she's good at school and all, and always got good grades without trying particularly hard, but even Beca knows you don't need a college degree to get into the music business. But hey, this is a fourteen year old kid here, and his parents are paying her good money to tutor their son, she might as well be a good influence.

"I know it sucks dude, trust me, but if you want to get into a good school when you're older, it's a good idea to start getting your grades up now."

"But I'm not going to college for like another four years." Josh finally raises his head to look at Beca.

"No, but you're going to be trying out for the junior varsity teams soon, right? And then if you're good you'll move on up." Josh nods. "And you know you gotta have a good GPA to do that, right?"

"Yeah, but do I really need German to get my grades up?" he glances cautiously at Ms Köhler, who is busily marking, not paying any attention to the pair.

"No, but do you need to do a foreign language, and I don't know if Japanese will be any easier than this junk." she jokes, quickly flicking the pages of his workbook with her thumb.

Josh sighs dejectedly in response, and Beca closes his workbook. She edges her chair slightly to face Josh a bit better. "You know, I totally get where you're coming from. Trust me, I get it. You know, I wanna be a music producer when I get out of here? Like, so many times in the last few years I was just so tempted to just fuck everything and move to LA." Now Beca is glancing at Ms Köhler, wondering if she'd noticed Beca's slip, and again, no sign of the woman paying attention to their conversation at all.

Josh is looking intrigued at Beca, waiting for her to continue. "But you know, I had to remind myself, as good as I am at the whole music thing, there's still a chance I won't make it." Beca sighs a little. It's a thought she absolutely hates to admit to herself, but it's the truth. "But if I don't make it, at least I finished high school, and I'm still going to try, in case at any point in my life I decide I want to go to college or something. It's important to set yourself up for the future, in a way."

Josh seems to contemplate Beca's words for a little while. "Yeah, I suppose." he answers. Beca really does hope he takes her advice seriously, she'd hate to see the kid fail.

He takes out his phone and swipes it to unlock, he checks it for a minute before looking at Beca. "My mom's here to pick me up." Josh quickly packs up his things, and starts heading for the door.

Beca chuckles at the kids haste to leave the room. "OK, don't forget to go through that chapter before the next time we meet. And do that activity on gender pronouns." she reminds him. He rolls his eyes slightly at her from the doorway but smiles at her.

"Thanks, Beca. Bye, Ms Köhler." he acknowledges the teacher before he disappears out the door.

Beca is slowly packing her things up in her backpack when she hears Ms Köhler's warm voice from her desk at the front of the room. "You were fantastic, little mouse. Really, I knew I had made the right choice in selecting you as Josh's tutor."

Beca looks up startled, not expecting a compliment from the woman. "Um, yeah I think I did okay? I mean I didn't really know what I was doing."

"You really were wonderful, especially with the advice you gave him. I couldn't have said it better myself. It seems like he trusts you, kleine maus." Ms Köhler smiles warmly at Beca as the younger girl slings her backpack over her shoulder and walks towards the teacher's desk. Beca wonders home much of the conversation Ms Köhler had heard.

"Uh, thanks I guess."

"You're welcome. Now, do you need a lift home? It is getting late, and if you wait for me for five minutes, I'm happy to drive you home."

God, as much as she'd love to, if she spends any more time alone with this woman, Beca is sure she will just combust.

And right on time, Beca feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Uh, thats ok. Jesse, my boyfriend, is waiting for me," she grabs her phone, checking her phone briefly to confirm that Jesse had been the one to send her the text. "And that's him now."

Ms Köhler nods once and gets up from her seat, walking Beca over to the door. "OK, get home safe, mouse." The woman pauses before setting her hand gently on Beca's shoulder. "And thank you, again."

Beca looks up at the teacher slowly, watching those ocean blue eyes, feeling little shockwaves tingle down her spine as the touch lingers for a moment. Beca leaves with an acknowledging nod. As she walks out the school entrance, she tries to shake off the feeling she still feels running through her body. The last few weeks have been bizarre, she's never reacted this way toward anyone, even with Jesse. She never gets this giddy, never this tounge-tied, and definitely never this infatuated before.

Even Beca isn't stupid enough to ignore that she most certainly has a crush on the teacher. It is totally dumb though, particularly when she has an awesome boyfriend who she is very happy with.

She gets out to the carpark and heads over to his car, smiling when he greets her with a kiss as she hops in the car. Jesse slings his arm around her comfortably as he drives them out of the school. She feels completely safe with him while he tells her about his day, telling her a crazy story about Bumper nearly burning his finger off in Chem class for a dare. Though for whatever reason, the only thing that is going through Beca's mind is that this thing with Ms Köhler is just a stupid phase.

Probably. Maybe. She hopes.


Translations:

Große Klasse heute, Frau Köhler. - Great class today, Ms Köhler.

"Du sprechen Deutsch, kleine maus? Ich bin überrascht. - You speak German, little mouse? I am surprised.

Ja. Ich lebte in Hamburg für sechs Monate auf Schüleraustausch. - Yes. I lived in Hamburg for six months on student exchange.

Hamburg, huh? Das ist, meiner Heimatstadt. - Hamburg, huh? That is my hometown.

Sie sind sehr glücklich, ich liebe es wirklich da ist. - You are very lucky, I really love it there.

Ich bin sehr beeindruckt, Maus. Deiner Deutsch ist sehr gut. - I am very impressed, mouse. Your German is very good.