(A/N) Hi all! So this is a fic I actually started a long while ago, heh - right after the first half of Season 1 ended (after they won Sectionals). I meant to post it then, but I ended up locking myself out of the laptop I'd written it on and just recently gotten it back and... yeah, long story. Anyway, so apologies for the expired setting! Again, this takes place right after they win Sectionals and before the Back 9 episodes. Onwards to the chapter! :)
In retrospect, Will Schuester realized he probably shouldn't have done it.
How could I have been so stupid? The anxious teacher ran his hands through his product-laden curls as he walked briskly down the hall back to his classroom.
He saw what had happened the last time he sang for a female.
Granted, Rachel Berry was someone who seemed to suffer from excessively overdramatic emotions (and as Will often suspected, perhaps even insanity) – but still.
And he knew full well the effect his voice had on women. He saw how even the perfectly composed Emma Pillsbury melted into putty that day he performed his mash-up. There she was, all set with her bullet-pointed guidance counselor speech, ready to talk some sense into the lovestruck Rachel. But by the end of Will's performance, Emma could barely formulate words. What was it she had stammered? "You're a great performer"? An innocuous comment laced with awe, whispered in a voice shaky with bubbling admiration.
Yes, Will Schuester had a talent, and he knew it. Not just singing – but getting women to fall in love with him. From Arden Lovett in first grade to Terri to his blond Russian TA in college, every female he came into contact with seemed to worship him at his feet (Sue Sylvester excluded, of course, but he was on the fence about labeling her 'female' in the first place).
His silky voice, smooth dance moves, and charming one-sided smirk? Both a gift and a curse, and he was perfectly aware of that fact.
So if Will was perfectly aware of how dangerous his power was, what exactly had just compelled him to belt out Lonestar's 'Amazed' in front of the glee club not 15 minutes ago? To a group that included six young and hormonal teenage girls? And 'Amazed' – pretty much the most romantic song ever written in history? Why did I do it?
That was something Will was still trying to figure out himself. I guess I just got caught up in the moment, he chuckled mirthlessly.
It was the club's first practice since they took Sectionals, and they were all in high spirits. Finn and Rachel were dancing around the piano, the Cheerios were actually grinning, Artie was jamming while Mercedes and Tina were belting out another hit. Will had barely stepped foot into the room before the gang grabbed his arms and pulled him into their singing conga line. The mood was exuberant… and then 'Amazed' had started up on the piano… everyone joined in… Will couldn't help himself. And then he had gotten so into it that he didn't even notice that everyone else had stopped singing until the song was over. Until the song was over, and he found himself staring into the faces of five suddenly ravenous girls.
"Uh - um," he remembered stammering, as he hurriedly glanced around the room and took in the situation. The boys were smirking as if wordlessly conveying their approval, and Rachel was glancing worriedly at her female glee-mates as if recognizing in them the mistake she had made.
But the rest of the girls – oh, their faces! Each wore a look of smitten admiration, complete with the wide eyes, sheepish grin, and lightly placed hand at the heart.
So. Not. Good. Will reached his classroom and closed the door with a clammy hand. I'll just have to face what's coming next, he thought with a sinking sensation. This was no one's fault but my own. I couldn't control myself. I made my bed; now I must lie in it.
And hopefully, I won't find a teenage girl there too.
(A/N) How was it? I hope you liked it! I promise the next two chapters will be much longer. Feel free to let me know what you thought in a review! :) I love hearing from you guys. Thanks for reading, and I'll update soon!
