A/N: So this is my first attempt at a Faberry fic. Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I don't own glee.

Unprofessional

Chapter One

Quinn screwed the cap back on her mascara and looked in the mirror. She smiled as her eyes roamed her choice of clothing making sure she didn't miss any creases when she was ironing earlier this morning. She was wearing a black pencil skirt which hugged her body, a white blouse with two buttons undone; showing a little cleavage never hurt anyone she thought to herself. Her favourite blue heels were on her feet, she liked to add a splash of colour to every outfit, and she wore a designer watch, a present from her mom a couple of years ago.

"Looking smokin' Fabray!"A raspy voice said from the doorway of Quinn's room. "You are definitely going to turn a few heads." Santana said as she moved further into the room and sat on the blonde's bed looking at said blonde in the mirror.

Quinn lived with her best friend Santana. Santana was an interesting person to say the least, she was definitely an A grade bitch, but she was funny as hell. Although she and Quinn were complete opposites they got on really well. They had been friends since kindergarten, so they had grown up with each other and were accustomed with the quirks each woman held.

Both women were twenty four. They had decided to get an apartment together as it was a lot cheaper than trying to buy somewhere alone. Plus they didn't fancy living in a shitty bedsit by themselves, they were both very sociable and preferred to be around friends and family than alone.

The apartment was a bargain as well. It had all of the modern touches to it and looked like a show home. Two bedrooms, a bathroom which Quinn and Santana had to share as there was no en-suite but they were okay with that, a small kitchen which was hardly ever used as both women were disastrous cooks and lived on takeout and a living room which fit two brown sofas, a large TV on the wall and many photos of Quinn and Santana's friends and family throughout different stages of their lives.

Quinn rolled her eyes at her best friend before speaking "I just want to make a good impression on my first day." To be honest the blonde was pretty damn nervous about her first day at her new job.

"You will. You're like the best teacher ever! The kids will love your quirky teaching methods and you'll get on really well with the teachers."Santana assured her friend. She could tell that Quinn was worried and knew when to stop joking around.

"Thanks."Quinn smiled at the brunette before throwing her hands up in frustration as she looked at her frizzy hair. "I look like a freakin' poodle! How are the students suppose to take me seriously if I turn up like I just rolled out of bed?"

Santana got up of the bed and walked towards Quinn. It was time for one of her infamous pep talks. She placed her hands on the blonde's shoulders, which was kind of hard as she had to stand on her tip-toes as she was the shorter of the two, and gained the girl's attention before she started to speak.

"I want you to stop this pity party you have going on and man up. Just coz your hair looks like you've stood in a wind tunnel for half an hour, doesn't mean those kids are gonna mess about with you as their teacher. You, Quinn Fabray, will be the best thing William McKinley High School has ever seen."

Quinn smiled at her friend, she was really glad she had someone as witty yet caring as Santana to stop her from freaking out. The girl had saved Quinn from mini breakdowns over the years with her canny knowledge of what to say to lighten things up.

"But you really should sort that shit heap; you have on your head, that you call hair."Santana smirked at Quinn as she started to walk out of the room.

"Whatever Lezpez!"Quinn shouted to her friend's retreating back. She knew this would get a rise out of the Latina. She hated the nickname that Puck, a guy they were in high school with, had called her.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"Santana said as she swivelled around and faced the blonde who was smirking at her with her eyebrow raised. "Do I have to remind you that I will go all Lima Heights Adjacent on your sweet fine ass?"

Quinn blushed at Santana's last few words. It wasn't uncommon for the brunette to compliment and flirt with the blonde. It was just like Santana to be flirtatious with pretty much anyone. Santana was a lesbian, but just because she was shamelessly flirting with the blonde didn't mean she felt any romantic feelings towards her. They were strictly friends and their relationship was purely platonic. Anyway Quinn was straight so...

"Aaaww is Quinnie blushing?!"Santana mocked her friend as she saw her friends cheeks redden even more.

"Shut up!"Quinn said her voice slightly higher than usual.

"Are you sure you don't play for my team?"Santana joked. She yelped, actually yelped, as a hairbrush came hurtling towards her and hit her on her arm. "What the hell Fabray?"

"In your dreams Santana. In your dreams."Quinn chuckled as her friend started to rub where the brush had hit her.

"That stung like a bitch."Santana whined.

"Aawww is Sanny hurt?"Quinn asked using the same tone the brunette had used to mock her earlier.

Santana gave Quinn a death glare before speaking "I'm gonna go before you decide to throw anything else at me." Santana walked back towards the door, but stopped and made eye contact with the blonde "Don't worry okay? You're gonna kick ass today!"

Quinn laughed and sent a smile at her friend but didn't bother answering her. She heard the front door shut after a 'See ya later Blondie!" from Santana.

Quinn looked at her clock. It was nearly eight which meant she had to get a move on if she didn't want to be late. Deciding she had to do something about her hair Quinn grabbed her Straighteners and tamed a few stray strands of hair. She brushed her hair and used some hairspray once she was happy. At least I don't look like a poodle anymore Quinn thought.

The blonde grabbed her bag and car keys and walked out of the apartment feeling slightly less nervous about her first day of work.

The crowded hallway parted like the red sea as, some students quivered in fear whilst others stared with lust in their eyes as, the most popular girl strode confidently down the corridor with a smirk plastered on her face. The girl had brunette hair which was hung in loose, sexy curls down her back; her eyes were a coffee colour which always had a mischievous glint in them, her lips thin and soft.

She looked like every guys dream woman. But unfortunately for them she was a lover of the ladies. Everybody knew she was a lesbian but didn't dare give her shit because of it, not because they accepted the fact she was gay but because she would make their high school life a living hell if she heard any snide remarks about her sexuality.

The girl was wearing a black leather jacket, red skinny jeans, a white top and the highest black heels that were known to man. There wasn't a word that could come close to describing how hot this girl was. She could literally make girls orgasm by just looking at them and sending them a sultry, flirty wink. So it probably doesn't come as a surprise that she had plenty of girls pining after her and even some guys who clearly didn't know the meaning of the word 'lesbian'. Although some of them suggested they could have a threesome but they got shot down pretty fast with a kick in the baby maker.

This girl didn't just have looks, oh no, she was athletic and could throw a pretty good punch. But needless to say her academic skills were kind of lacking as she wouldn't even acknowledge the teachers presence in her lessons. She never did class work or homework assignments, well she did if you count her threatening some nerds to do it for her and who were they to argue? They knew if they said no they probably wouldn't be able to walk again, so they just nodded and delivered the work to her every Monday morning.

Who is this girl? Well she is the one and only Rachel 'Badass' Berry.

It was lunchtime and Quinn decided to eat something in the teacher's lounge. She knew this would be the perfect time for her to introduce herself to some of the teachers. She had taught three classes already and was surprised at the lack of knowledge some of the students had for her subject. However the students were well behaved and she felt she had bonded with them over the hour.

The only people in the room was a middle aged man with curly hair, a blue shirt, matching chequered tie and grey vest top on who was sat next to a ginger haired woman who was scrubbing her fruit with a manic yet concentrated look on her face.

Quinn walked up to them and introduced herself to her fellow teachers. "I don't mean to interrupt but I could I sit with you?" She felt like she was back in elementary school when she was scared of making friends with her peers.

The man with the curly hair gestured for her sit down while he swallowed the mouthful of food he was currently chewing. "Will Schuester, Spanish teacher and I run the Glee club as well." The man smiled at Quinn, wiped his hand on napkin before offering his hand for the blonde to shake.

She shook his hand and returned the smile "I'm Quinn Fabray the new English teacher."

"I heard the last English teacher was sent to a mental institution."Will said nonchantly as if it was an everyday occurrence at McKinley; well Quinn really hoped it wasn't. Her face obviously showed her shock at Will's statement because he quickly explained "Oh he was a nut job before he came to teach here so there's nothing to worry about."Will said with an awkward smile.

Phew at least it wasn't the school, teachers and/or students that sent the poor former English teacher insane Quinn thought.

Quinn just nodded and pulled out a Tupperware container that had salad in and placed it on the table. She started to eat as an uncomfortable silence settled over the three adults; she hadn't even gotten the ginger woman's name yet. Said woman was too busy scrubbing the same grape she had been on since Quinn walked in the room about five minutes ago; she was odd to say the least.

"This is Emma Pillsbury; she's the guidance counsellor here."Will said as he saw Quinn looking at the woman. He had a boyish smile on his face when he looked at Emma and Quinn guessed he was into her, but Emma probably had no clue because she was a grape scrubbing maniac.

About an hour later the bell rang signalling the end of the lunch hour. Will sighed and chucked his rubbish in the bin before he told Quinn it was nice to meet her and he hoped she'd have a good day. Whilst Emma offered Quinn a smile and wave before leaving the room close behind Will. Quinn put her container away and walked to back to her classroom feeling amused by Will's comments and Emma's quirky characteristics.

Rachel had ditched her first three classes this morning; instead she hung out on the bleachers and watched the Cheerio's performing in the sweltering hot sun. Although it was September the weather was still fairly good and Rachel loved this weather especially as the Cheerio's would practice outside. Unlike the winter months when Coach Sue shifted them into the gym as she didn't want any more law suits on her hands, not like last year when one of the girl's parents complained because their daughter came home looking like an icicle.

Rachel wanted to thank the person who invented those damn cheerio skirts, they were so short it should be a crime, but at least she got to appreciate the girl's long legs on view. One of the Cheerio's saw her watching them and even bent down as they locked eyes with Rachel and she great view of their bums as the pleats of the skirt moved. She winked at the girl and a blush settled on the Cheerio's cheeks before Coach Sue yelled at them.

Rachel spent lunch with Brittany, her only real friend, outside on one of the few benches that were scattered about. They had been friends for about ten years now and they were still pretty close to this day. It was a week into their senior year and both girls hadn't a clue what they were going to do after graduation. But they weren't too worried about it, they just wanted to have the best senior year they could have and being two of the most popular girls at school was sure to help.

"I'd stay with you and ditch Math, but my mom's been bugging me all weekend about skipping classes. I'll see ya afterschool though."Brittany said as the bell rang signalling the end of lunch.

Rachel watched her leave and looked at her timetable. She hadn't bothered memorising her classes as she didn't go to them anyway so she didn't see the point. But seeming as she had nothing to do she thought it might be fun to piss her teacher off.

"English, Miss Fabray."Rachel mumbled aloud. She hadn't heard of the teacher's name before but she always loved winding up teachers whether she knew them or not.

Quinn was ten minutes into her fourth class of the day. She had introduced herself to the students and she got them to tell her a few things about themselves in turn. "Read chapter one of your books and answer these questions."The blonde gave each student a sheet with questions on and sat down at her desk.

The students were talking quietly but they were doing the work so Quinn didn't mind. She scanned the room and noticed that there was one chair empty, she had yet to do the register so she logged in on her laptop and started to call out names to which she received 'here'. There was one person missing - Rachel Berry.

Just as Quinn was wondering where her missing student was the door burst open. The students all looked up at the noise and there were a few wolf whistles as they saw who had walked into the class room. But soon enough they carried on with their work and were oblivious to the awkward encounter that was about to happen next.

As soon as Quinn saw the girl she couldn't seem to form words or take her gaze away from the brunette eyes. Quinn saw a smirk appear on the girls face and she blushed. She realised that this staring contest was a little creepy so she looked away.

Rachel was amused by the teacher, who she assumed was Miss Fabray; she instantly thought the woman was all-kinds-of hot as she blatantly checked her out. She figured the hot blonde wasn't that much older than her as her features looked flawless.

"Aren't you going to yell at me for being late, Miss?"Rachel said in a teasing tone.

Quinn was taken aback by the girl's attitude. "What's your name?"

"Rachel 'Badass' Berry."Rachel said with a smirk as her teacher's eyebrows rose in confusion.

That can't really be her middle name Quinn thought. "I'm Miss Fabray the new English teacher. Here's your work, sit down and catch up with the rest of the class." Quinn handed the sheet of questions to Rachel and their hands brushed against each other, unbeknownst to the other they had both felt electricity from the touch, they locked eyes for a second before Rachel took her seat.

Quinn took a shaky deep breath and wondered what the hell that was all about. She looked up just in time to see Rachel staring at her and quickly started to mark some papers which was not easy as she felt the girl's eyes on her all lesson.

The bell rung and everybody packed their bags and rushed out the door hurrying to get to their next lesson. "Miss Berry could you stay behind please."Quinn called out over the loud noise.

The classroom was soon empty apart from Rachel and Quinn.

Rachel walked closer and sat on the top of the desk that was in front of Quinn she got a great view of her teacher's cleavage from there. Rachel couldn't tare her eyes away but soon did when Quinn spoke "My eyes are up here Miss Berry."

Quinn was starting to get extremely uncomfortable as she saw Rachel staring at her boobs. She knew it was inappropriate for her student to be looking at her like that and she quickly felt herself becoming hot under the piercing gaze.

"I'm liking the view here fine, thanks."Rachel smirked as a deep red blush covered her teacher's cheeks. Quinn didn't say anything so Rachel continued "What did you want to speak to me about?"

Quinn finally remembered why she had asked Rachel to stay behind. "You need to come to my lessons on time and get rid of your attitude if you expect to pass this class."

There was a short silence before Rachel spoke "Can I go now?"She said bored.

"Yes. I expect you to be on time for tomorrow's lesson, Miss Berry."Quinn said as Rachel hopped of the desk.

Just as Rachel was about to open the door she turned around "Bye Miss Fabray."She drawled out each syllable before chuckling at the blonde's dumbfounded expression, sent her wink and walked out of the classroom.

I think my favourite class is English now Rachel thought. When she got home tonight she would definitely be thinking about her new English teacher as she got herself off.

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