"Fuck…" Will Schuester muttered under his breath. "How many fucking times do I have to…" But he shook off the thought. Negativity is the ultimate downfall of a good production. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his left hand on his hip. "Take it from the top!" The instrumental track replayed. It was "La Bamba" meaning salsa steps were involved. Will was about to take a shot gun and fire it at his lead male Finn Hudson. Was it truly that hard to move your hips? Don't get him wrong. Will thought he had the pipes, the talent, and especially the looks, but, come on, it's a simple hip thrust, grind, and slide. If Tina could get it, anyone could get it. Finally, the timer went off, and practice was over.

"Good work everyone. It all went well. We'll take small steps and we'll get there… We'll get there…" Will was irked. He knew he worked hard when his clothes began to loosen. His tie was loosened, three of his buttons were undone, his shirt was untucked, and his cuffs were rolled above his elbows. It was a hard day. He wanted to gouge his eyes out. He wanted to saw his legs off. He wanted to claw out his throat… and he loved every second of it. But getting everyone on the same page coreographically was going to be a challenge.

Just before he left, Will caught Finn and said, "Seriously, Finn? Do you have no looseness in your hips? I know you can do better than this."

"I know, Mr. Schuester. It's just hard."

"You were taught to keep a tight, square frame for football, but I want you to forget that."

"Ok… Do you think you could help me out?" Finn knew he needed help. Will glanced at his watch. He had time.

"Ok. Get on stage," Will replied as he removed his dress shirt. Progress worked a little at a time, and he knew that… But he didn't know – and he was pretty clueless about – what was actually happening.

"Ok. Get on stage," Mr. Schuester replied. Finally, he was getting some one-on-one time with Mr. Schuester. Mr. Schuester was a man in Finn's life that he could look up to. He was more of a brother. A big brother… or an older cousin… or an older cousin's best friend… who is really hot. Yes, Finn Hudson wanted his male teacher. He tried to make in unobvious and was successful in this, but he couldn't hide it any longer. Finn always wanted to be his best, but when it came to Mr. Schuester, it was a matter of disappointing him. He loved Mr. Schuester.

"Ok, Finn… You have to tell me… What's the problem with you and salsa? Are you racist against Spaniards?" I giggled… Giggled? How gay was I? "Finn! Focus!"

"Sorry, Mr. Schuester," I mumbled. Mr. Schuester began the steps. His hips swayed to and fro, but his rib cages stayed in one spot. It was tantalizing watching his teacher's hips rock. Finn bit his lip while staring at Mr. Schuester's ass. Finn shook to attention when Mr. Schuester spun quickly around.

Will thought to himself, was Finn just staring at my ass? Is he- …Is he biting his lip?

"Ok, Finn, it's your turn. Repeat those steps," I instructed. Finn counted the beat and began the steps. It was good at first, but then he got to the hip swaying part. He looked like a pole that was about to fall. He was so stiff! How could a performer such as Finn move so stiffly? Will moved up behind Finn and placed his hands on Finn's hips. He had done this before with the other members of New Directions, so it wasn't scandalous or anything… but Will had no idea…

Oh, my god, Mr. Schuester is touching me! Holy shit, this is perfection! Finn was a little bit excited about the current happenstance. He just hoped the shorts he was wearing could contain his semi-hard cock for the time being. Mr. Schuester moved with Finn, walking him through the steps. They weren't touching, but the energy between them was immense. At least in Finn's mind it was. Finn decided it was now or never. He wanted something and he wanted it badly. He took a shot.

Mr. Schuester and Finn were striding forwards and backwards. They had a nice groove going. On one of the steps back, Finn pushed his pelvis back further than was expected. He grinded his ass into Mr. Schuester's groin. Nothing. Did Mr. Schuester even notice?

What just happened? Will thought to himself. Did Finn just grind with me? No, no, no. Get your mind out of the gutter, Will, college is over. What did Will mean by "college is over"? Will Schuester was gay. But he didn't understand that he never changed. He had a few flings during college, thinking that that was that and he could move on with his life. He could settle down and start a family, so he pushed all homosexually erotic thoughts from his mind… But Finn is so hot… He thought. But Finn was a high school student! He is very underage! Yeah, like he actually cared. Maybe I'm just thinking things. Maybe I'm building up monsters in my head. Maybe I – Finn drove his hips back again. Oh, shit.

Finn was about to push his hips back again, but the track stopped. Finn stopped moving and so did Mr. Schuester… But Mr. Schuester's hands didn't move.

"Mr. Schuester?"

"Yes, Finn?"

"The track stopped."

"Oh," Mr. Schuester said as he quickly dropped his hands being sure to brush them against Finn's thighs. "Finn, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow."