A/N: Hey ya'll. I'm back and adding a new lovely pair to my list: Swan Queen! It's my first OUAT fic, so if you would like to leave a review, you're more than welcome to! Hope you enjoy, lovelies. ~R.

My baby don't mess around

Because she loves me so

And this I know for sure.

Uh, But does she really wanna

But can't stand to see me

Walk out the door.

Don't try to fight the feelin'

'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now..

Uh, thank god for mom and dad

For sticking two together

'Cause we don't know how...

UH!

Hey... ya.

Hey ya.

Hey... ya.

Hey-

"EMMA! FOR THE LAST FREAKING TIME! SHUT THAT DAMN THING OFF!" Came a shout from another room. "It is six freaking a.m," the voice drew nearer and nearer until a tall, leggy brunette stood at the door to Emma's bedroom.

"Sorry, Rubes," the blonde woman replied, reaching over to silence her phone. "It's just, y'know, my theme song, and I need my theme song to start a big day like today."

Today was the first day of freshman year at the university for Emma Swan and she was determined to make it the best day of her life. Even if it took 3 hours of preparation and three thousand, seven hundred and thirty-three cupcakes.

"Emma," Ruby started, a smile creeping upon her face as she watched her best friend bounce up and down on her toes. "You're up three hours before your first class, you've already read over your schedule three thousand times and highlighted it in different colors according to what part of the campus it is on, and you baked enough oreo cupcakes to feed every single student attending college this year. You're freaking out far too much for the first day, hon."

"I know," Emma sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I just want today to be perfect."

Closing the distance between the two of them, Ruby wrapped her arms around the blonde, squeezing tightly before backing up and looking into emerald eyes. "But... cupcakes?" she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. "For every single student and teacher in your classes?"

Emma thought about the treats she spent hours making the day before, "Oh my God. I can't believe I was planning something so elementary," she whispered to herself, shocked at how oblivious she had been. "Why didn't you say something before I wasted all those ingredients?" the blonde asked angrily.

"Honey, you came here for culinary school. You're cooking is fantastic, and so is your baking. You think I'd tell you to stop baking something that I would end up getting to eat?" the brunette questioned rhetorically. "No chance in hell."

"We both know you have a bottomless pit in here," Emma tapped her friend's stomach, "but there is no way in hell you'll be eating over three thousand cupcakes by yourself, Rubes."

"Maybe not all in one day, but it's worth a shot, right?"

The blonde tried to repress the smile curving at the corners of her lips, "Remind me, Ruby, why I ever became friends with you."

Laughing at her friend's offended look, Emma stood up and walked into her bathroom. A shower and some great music would be the perfect way to kick off the first day of college.

Half the day had passed, and Emma was already getting a great feel for her courses. Her culinary arts classes seemed simple enough, especially for someone with as much talent as herself. The year would be a breeze if all her classes were that easy. Looking at her schedule, however, Emma realized that not all of her classes would be that easy.

"All I'm asking, Rubes, is why a culinary arts student needs English courses," Emma said for the thousandth time, adding her signature I-cannot-believe-this sigh.

"I don't even know what you're complaining about, babe. Everyone knows you are freaking fantastic at English courses," Ruby assured.

"I don't even know how I passed my high school English one class." The blonde argued, remembering all the times she and the teacher butted heads in that particular class.

"You spoke your mind, that's how. Even if the teachers didn't agree with you, they still were forced to see your opinion on whatever your topic was. You convinced them of things they knew weren't true. You had most of them thinking the sun revolved around the moon. They loved you because of your writing, and you grades proved it," Ruby finished her spiel with a giant grin. "And I have no idea why I just said all of that because we both know that you already know it."

"I guess you're kind of right, I just….. Creative Writing? Really?" the blonde whined, bouncing in her seat like a toddler who was about to throw a fit.

"Stop acting pathetic and think about it. That's your best topic, my friend. You can write whatever you want. If the teacher isn't in love with you by mid-semester, he's lost his mind."

"Actually, it's a she... I think," Emma said, scanning her schedule for said professor's name.

"Really?" Ruby asked, intrigued. She knew her friend liked the ladies. "I thought you skipped out on all female professors for fear of distraction," the brunette winked, knowing her words would embarrass the hell out of her best friend.

The blonde started to blush, "and I thought I skipped all English classes, too. I guess we're both wrong."

"So what's her name?" Ruby whispered across the table to her friend, raising one brow in question. "Because I know all the teachers around here…..some more than others, if you know what I mean."

Ignoring her friends suggestive comment, mischievous smile, and over-exaggerated wink, the blonde replied, "Professor Mills…"

"REGINA MILLS?!"

"Do you know her?" Emma asked, suddenly bothered by the chance that her friend may know her teacher more than she should.

"Know her?" The brunette questioned back, leaning across the table to whisper to her friend, and make sure no one else could hear what she was about to say. "How could you not? She's the one professor everyone talks about. They say she's a cold bitch. She grades hard, and won't hesitate to tell it like it is. If she thinks your work is shit, she'll tell you your work is shit." Placing herself back into her seat, she finished, "She's a tough one to crack, Swan."

"Well, I guess being late to my first class with her would be an awful way to start then," the blonde said, checking her watch. "I gotta go, Rubes, but I think I'll see you when I'm done with Mills' class."

The blonde walked out the door and down the hallway before turning around and running back into the room.

"Jesus, Emma! What'd you forget this time?" Ruby asked, exasperatedly. "I swear, you'd forget your head if it weren't attached to your damn neck."

"I didn't forget anything, Rubes. I just think if I'm going to start a class with Stone-Cold Steve Austin, I should maybe bring a peace offering," the blonde paused her thought process as she grabbed a plastic container from below the countertop. "And what better way to win someone over than a delicious oreo cupcake made by a fantastic culinary student?"

Regina Mills was frustrated. More than that, she was annoyed. The worst part, though, was that this feeling was nothing new for the olive-skinned brunette. Year after year, she was handed new groups of imbeciles and somehow was expected to turn them into literary geniuses, and looking at her classes so far that day, it was mission impossible.

The next class is Creative Writing, Regina thought while resting her head in her hands. Please, God, give me something spectacular to work with in this next group.

Suddenly, her door flew open, causing the brunette's head to snap up. A blonde woman came rushing in, panting as if she'd just run a marathon and looking beyond worn-out.

"May I help you, Miss…." Regina trailed off, not knowing the blonde's name.

"Swan. Emma Swan." the girl choked out between gasps of breath. "I thought- I thought we had Creative Writing at one thirty in this hall. I swear we had it. It's written on my schedule. Creative writing with Professor Mills, 1:30." Regina watched while the blonde rambled on and on about her class and searched her bag for said schedule, presenting it to the brunette and pointing to the marked time.

I should stop her, The professor thought, but this is just so good. And entertaining. Definitely entertaining.

"Oh. If I'm in the wrong hall I'll be so screwed. I heard Mills can be a hardass. That's why I went back to get this cupcake," the blonde held up her container before setting it down on the table. "I was going to make a good impression, then I noticed I was going to be late, and now I'm really going to be late and Professor Mills is going to kill me, and not even a stupid cupcake from a stupid culinary major will be able to change her mind on hating me. I don't even know why I am in a stupid English class anyways. I am so screwed."

When the woman finally stopped to breathe, Regina spoke, "Actually, dear, I'm not much for murder." The brunette grinned and chuckled a melodious laugh. "Torture, maybe, but not murder. I am capable of finding much better ways to punish someone."

"Excuse me?" The blonde asked, utterly confused. "I don't know who you are, Ma'am, and I'm glad you're not into murder and all, but I was just ranting about my disaster of a day."

"Well, Miss Swan, I am Regina Mills," the brunette started simply, a giant smirk plastered across her face. "However, to you I would be Miss Mills, or, perhaps, Professor Mills." The teacher chuckled once again as recognition drew across the younger woman's face, then she continued, "And as I said earlier, I do not enjoy the idea of murder, therefore, I think you are safe in my class, dear."

"I…. Um… Uh… I mean," the blonde stuttered and stammered trying to find words great enough to use with the brunette standing in front of her. As if it were not hard enough to deal with the fact that she just made a fool out of herself in front of her professor, it suddenly struck her how beautiful said professor was, and she forgot how to think for a moment. "I apologize, Miss Mills. What I meant to say was, don't we have class at 1:30 today?"

"Yes, dear, we do; However, it is just after 12:30 right now, so you still have an hour."

"What?" Emma asked, dumbfounded. "But my watch says it's just after 1:30. I swear. Look at it," the blonde shoved her wrist into her teacher's line of vision this time, proving her point, and moving herself ever-so-closer to the brunette goddess.

Wow she smells great. Emma thought. Like vanilla and little tiny apples. Maybe even some baby blueberries somewhere in there.

"Well, Miss Swan," the professor started, "I believe your watch has stopped working. It needs fixing. A new battery, perhaps?"

"I… uh….yeah. Yeah, a new battery would be great," Emma smiled sheepishly, just knowing a deep red blush was washing over her face.

The professor stared at the blonde for several long moments. She watched the girl nervously shift her weight and scuff her boots on the floor before Emma finally spoke a breathy whisper.

"So…. what should we do for the next hour, Professor Mills?"