AN: thank you for the reviews and favourites and follows for this story it is muchly appreciated. Thanks for reviewing: SilverfoxCFL, 0rnitier, hope2smith, NZgleek91, Guest, xtremeagain (I definitely don't get bored of you reviewing ;) ), Musicfutbolfan6, Sticktoyourguns, Glee Faberry-Achele Fan , sam, MCLF, Guest, Novak Fan (thanks, I tried to give the 'student' more of a story, and thanks for reviewing as it was good to include the opinion of someone who knew what i was referencing), RVNola546, mythic-lionheart, Alex, pierce22, anon and kino101. You're all so kind!

For anyone interested, the episode I based this fic on is the only ep I can find from the series on YouTube: so if you're interested: /watch?v=NFw4d7lKtkI

Just note that it was an improvised drama (and smaller details like the student is 16, but that's legal over here :/), and I did take a lot of what they said but I wanted to develop the student character more than they did; and I planned to continue to do so in this part.

As you all seem so positive and I had a 3rd part in mind already if you wanted, then I will continue the fic a little more. After this chapter though, it's just me writing, not based on anything, so it might just be crap (just a warning)

Posted: 2/9/12

Chapter 2

It all happened so fast. Rachel wasn't sure what to feel, she felt happy, content, but worried because she should have felt what was right; and that was that it was wrong; all wrong.

She shouldn't have been happy laying here with her head on Quinn's bare shoulder, the blonde was stroking her fingers against Rachel's bare arm as they lay tangled in bed together.

She should have felt sick when Quinn had admitted it was her first time, but she didn't.

"Do you regret it?" she asked, her tone hushed and gentle

"No" Quinn answered quickly in the same tone "I could never regret that" she wanted to stay here forever with Rachel wrapped round her "Do you regret it?"

There was a pause but not because Rachel regretted it, she was just worried what admitting it would mean "No, I don't regret it"

"I-I care about you Rachel... so much" she breathed the last two words "I can't help it"

"Why?"

Quinn chuckled lightly, that was a big one word question "because I do... I have since I first saw you"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I couldn't believe you were my teacher, it almost killed me because I thought we could never..." she trailed off, as what they had just done, so soon after their first kiss, contradicted the next part of that sentence "I thought you were just a badly dressed teen, with that pant suit you were wearing" she laughed

"It wasn't that bad" Rachel defended playfully

"Yes it was"

"Okay it was" Rachel conceded "Don't worry I got rid of it, gave it to charity" Quinn gasped loudly startling Rachel "What?"

"That's a mean thing to donate, more like an insult-" she was met with a pillow to the face, screaming and giggling ensued as a pillow fight broke out briefly before their lips met and they were lost again.

...

They hadn't had a chance to speak to one another again and it had been two days since that night, the night that neither of them could get out of their head. Quinn was grabbing some of her books from her locker when she noticed her teacher, yeah her teacher passing by.

Their eyes instantly met, like they were magnetised to one another. A shy but bright smile was on Rachel's lips in a second. She had to duck her head. Quinn just watched as Rachel walked past, she tucked the fallen strands of hair back behind her ear before wrapping her arm back around the books she was already cradling with the other and hugging them tighter.

She glanced briefly at Quinn again when she was right near her, making the girl smile. Quinn watched her walk away down the hallway and disappear between the throngs of students. She didn't even notice how brightly she was smiling to herself as she looked back into the abyss of her locker.

She had to see Rachel; she couldn't get her out of her head. She couldn't go see her tonight: cheer practice and she'd already used the 'I'm going to Santana's' excuse already this week. So no, not tonight, but she had to go see her again, be with her, talk. Soon

Further down the hallway a certain, supposed best friend of the head cheer leader had seen the exchange. This time she wasn't going to just let it go

...

Santana and Quinn were eating, or rather sitting with their lunch in the school cafeteria. They sat opposite each other; Quinn was starting at her plate mindlessly pushing a salad leaf around her plate. Santana, who sat opposite her, was looking beyond the blonde to another girl further away.

Brittany sat with Artie at another table; she was feeding him and it made Santana want to vomit. Unable to keep her death glare focused on that scene, she looked back at her friend. Quinn's head may have been down but she could see she was smiling

"What you smiling at?" the Latina sneered

"Huh?" she looked up quickly wiping the stupid grin off her face "Nothing" she mumbled

The Latina narrowed her eyes in on her supposed best friend

"What do you think of Miss Berry, I mean she's the only new teacher we've had this year" Yeah Santana didn't have much tact, but it didn't really matter if Quinn saw straight through her "She's okay, isn't she. I mean we get on with her alright?"

"Yeah, she's nice" Quinn nodded, as she kept her head down to avoid the Latina's piercing and often scary stare.

"I think you probably get on with her more that I do, you know" she leant forward and kept her voice low "You've got a bit of a connection"

"She's cool" the blonde shrugged, abandoning her fork and leaning back to sit up straight

"She seems to like you too" she narrowed her eyes a little as she kept watching her friend for any tell tale signs, for anything as she went in for the kill "There's nothing going on with you an her, is there?"

"What?" Quinn scoffed as she finally tried to connect with Santana, she betrayed herself though as her eyes would only meet Santana's briefly before looking at something else, beyond her head, then back to her eyes again "no, no..." she shook her head, her eyes still darting all over the place "That would be weird, she's our teacher, that's it" she laughed dismissively, as if what Santana was insinuating was crazy

Santana relaxed and leant away of Quinn "yeah, that's what I thought" her tone was calm and light, she wanted Quinn to relax, while she processed the blondes reaction

...

Rachel had a task to do; she should have done it long ago before it became a heartbreaking mess. The actual task now, didn't seem so horrible, not when she thought about who was in his place, in her heart... and in her bed.

She shivered at the thought; torn between knowing it was wrong and how bad it would be if they were outed, and then how amazing Quinn was and how amazing she felt with the young woman. Because Quinn was a young woman and there was no harm in thinking that because it was true.

Not just for her age and body, Quinn was an adult for her mind and heart too. And Rachel just held onto that to remind herself that it wasn't wrong for her to feel like this.

So now she found herself with Finn in his car. She didn't want him at the apartment today, not ever again either really. That was her sanctuary...

He hadn't found it peculiar when she'd phoned him and asked him to meet her, or when she got in his car once he pulled up at the apartment block and told him to just drive somewhere. They used to go on dates, before whatever this sham was had become just sex.

He ended up pulling into a parking lot by a park. He pulled the parking brake on and cut the engine. They both undid their seat belts, Finn turned in his seat and looked at Rachel but she didn't look back

"So what's up?" how did this man a little older than Rachel make her feel like she was sitting with someone younger than Quinn? He was far more immature.

"I can't do this any more" she said plainly, wiping the dopey smile of his face

"Can't do what Rach?"

"This" she had to face him "between us, whatever this mess is, I can't do it anymore, I don't want to"

He seemed frozen, his mouth open trying to force out a word when Rachel just sighed and got out of the car.

"Wait Rach, Wait" her ex-lover scrambled to get out of his car and run after her, he grabbed her arm stopping her "Wait Rach, we can sort this out"

"No we can't Finn, you have a wife, go back to her" she pulled her arm out of his grasp and continued to walk away

"But Rachel"

"No Finn" she shook her head and kept her steps confident

"At least let me drive you home" he called after her

It was nearly completely dark but she didn't care, she really didn't want to spend any more time with him. She turned back but kept going so she walking away backwards "No thanks, I'll be fine, just go" she told him, and with that she was out of his life and to her relief he was out of hers.

...

The next day when Rachel pulled up outside her apartment she didn't expect someone to be waiting in their own car for her. The day had been even longer than usual thank to a staff meeting that mostly consisted of Sue and Schue butting heads over pointless things while Figgins had a nap in the corner.

So seeing Quinn in her red car waiting for her, really brightened her mood. The girl in the car didn't see her pull up, or get out her car, or even approach. When she got to the red car she knocked on the driver's side window. Quinn took her attention away from her phone to see who it was, she instantly smiled when she saw Rachel smiling back at her, with one of those smiles that was even noticeable in your eyes.

She grabbed her bag and opened the door "Hey" she said softly as she got out

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you" she said innocently

They were soon in Rachel's apartment, removing their coats, or in Quinn's case her Cheerios letterman, and hanging them up on the coat stand by the front door

"Can I get you anything?" Rachel asked as she took her bag and papers she'd have to mark over the weekend on the small table in the kitchen "Quinn?"

She turned around to find the blonde standing in the kitchen doorway, her bottom lip pinned beneath a row of pearly white teeth

"What?" she asked with worry and a furrowed brow that Quinn thought was adorable

"Come here" she whispered

As Rachel got nearer Quinn backed away making Rachel follow "Where are you going?" the brunette chuckled

"This is the way to the bedroom right?" she grinned mischievously

That wiped the smile of her face "Quinn, we can't"

"Why not?" the blonde said softly stepping closer to the other woman "I want you" she whispered into her ear as she wrapped her arms round the shorter woman's middle

"Quinn we shouldn't" Rachel pulled away carefully

"Don't you want to" she asked innocently

"Now that's not fair, you can't say it like that and not make me feel bad" Rachel chuckled "You know how I feel, I just..." she sighed "I don't think it's such a good idea"

Quinn closed the gap again "Don't think" she whispered before connecting their lips in a heated kiss and guiding Rachel to the bedroom

...

A couple of weeks had gone by, with secret rendezvous between the two. They were happy, truly happy. When they were together it was just them, the outside world and the truths forgotten. Quinn had even stayed over for the night on two occasions. Santana was unknowingly Quinn's excuse to her parents for where she'd been.

Yet another week of school was nearly over, and it was Friday last lesson again.

"Will you please be quiet and face the front" and yet again Rachel was spending too much time just trying to get her class just to settle long enough to give them instructions.

Puck was surprisingly quiet already, but he was keeping his head down. Kurt sat at the back with his friends, a loud diva girl: Mercedes and then the opposite end of the spectrum a quiet stuttering Goth teen: Tina. They were gossiping away as usual but they kept looking at her, making Rachel feel uneasy.

"Please Class!" they slowly started to grow quiet, it was now that Puck looked up sending a nasty glare to his teacher. Rachel tried not to let the judging stare get to her. She didn't understand why he was looking at her like that and the others had been glancing at her but she had a class to teach so she tried not to let it get to her

"Right now, today we're going to be working on the scripts. You should have already finished them but I've allowed you extra time. I hope you'll all finish them today. If you need any help just ask me, is there any questions?"

"Yeah I got a question" Puck called out without hesitation "How long have you been screwing Quinn?" he said with disgust. The other students laughed as Rachel's face dropped from stress to worry. She looked straight to Quinn who's eyes were suddenly tearful and red

"How long?" he asked again "How long?"

"I meant a real question" she tried to compose herself while the class just kept laughing and looking at Quinn then her

"How long?" he asked again. He stood up, but stayed by his seat. Though that didn't stop Rachel thinking she was about to be assaulted by this angry student "Do you know how disgusting that is?" he spat.

Quinn looked to Santana next to her but the Latina just kept facing the front, the blonde saw her nervously swallow but she wouldn't look back at her. Quinn felt like such an idiot.

"Enough!" she yelled, glaring back at the boy for destroying her and Quinn's little bubble "You will take your stuff, Mr Puckerman and go to Principle Figgins and tell him why you're there" she pointed to the door but she couldn't stay strong long enough to hold eye contact, she ended up looking away, downwards in fact to the floor, not able to look at anyone right now.

"Oh, I'll tell him" he sneered; he shoved his table by knocking it with his leg as he slung his backpack over one corner and left the room.

Rachel counted down from 5 to give the boy a head start before she escaped the room of laughing and yelling to cry alone on the corridor

She never went back to the lesson she just hid in the staff room as she tried to compose herself

...

As soon as that bell rang Quinn dragged Santana out of the class room with her. They ended up in the sports hall where the McKinley basketball team came to lose all their home games and the few assemblies they had a year were held.

The doors swung shut with a heavy slam which echoed throughout the big hollow room. Quinn was a mess as she dropped her bag on the floor and turned to who she thought was a friend. Her eyes started welling up again as she tried to interrogate the Latina

"I need to know why you told them" she knew it was her

Santana just folded her arms defensively across her chest and stared at her friend with absolute bewilderment at what Quinn was insinuating "Wha-What?"

"Oh please" Quinn sneered through her few escapee tears "Santana 'Bitch' Lopez doesn't stutter. Why did you tell them?"

"I didn't tell anyone anything Q" she shook her head and held that puzzled expression on her face "I don't know what you're talking about"

"I know you did it" the blonde spat, her words echoing off every surface in the gym "I watched you in there, you couldn't look at me"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Santana just repeated defensively

"Did you see how hurt she was, did you see that?"

"I don't get you Q-"

"I love her!" there it was, what she'd wanted to confess to Rachel for at least a week now and she yelled that confession to her; judgemental Santana, not the person she wanted to tell.

"What?" Santana dropped the faked confusion and swapped it for a look of repulsion "You know Quinn, if you wanna les it up that's fine, do what you want, but she's your teacher for god sake. Do you know how disgusting that is!" she exclaimed

Quinn didn't want to hear it, she didn't need to hear it Santana was wrong; Rachel, not Miss Berry, Rachel was so much more than some teacher, she was the woman she'd fallen for. She grabbed her bag from the floor by her feet and stormed out the hall

"Quinn!" Santana called after her with the hope of reasoning in her voice, but once that door was open and Quinn was through it her shoulders slumped "You know what yeah!" she yelled "I did tell them"

It was wrong, wasn't it for Quinn to be in love with her teacher. Santana just wanted Quinn to see that.

...

Quinn found Rachel at the brunette's apartment, unsurprisingly. No words were said as they sat on the sofa together, Quinn cuddled into Rachel's side as Rachel stroked the blonde's hair comfortingly. They sat like that for what must have been an hour, just soaking up each other's presence while trying to calm the racing thoughts of worry through their heads

"I'm supposed to be going to my dad's for dinner" Rachel muttered softly as she leant over dropping her head against the top of Quinn's

"You should go" Quinn mumbled back

"I know I should, but I should stay here too with you"

"No I need to go home" Quinn yawned

"Will you be okay?" Rachel asked guiltily. Things were going to get bad for her but she couldn't imagine how they'd be for Quinn, her dad didn't even want her doing things that made her happy, like her photography. How would they survive this?

"Yeah" Quinn pulled away from Rachel and stretched "They don't know yet" she said as she turned back to Rachel and smiled bravely. Rachel definitely picked up on that 'yet' would she be 'castrated' by an angry father she had yet had the... um, privilege to meet. "It will be okay Rachel" she kissed her quickly on the lips before getting up and heading to the door

Rachel was on her heels as she came round from her dazed state she was left in from such a simple kiss, but that just what Quinn could do to her "how do you know everything will be okay?"

Quinn finished tying the laces on her tennis shoes and stood back up to meet those chocolate eyes she loved so much "Because... I l- I just know Rach" she kissed her again; longer this time, when she pulled away Rachel almost went with her not wanting the kiss to end.

Quinn left without another word, but still that brave smile was on her face. She wanted to tell Rachel she loved her, but she feared not hearing it back. Rachel wished she could be as strong as the young woman she had fallen for so quickly.

...

Just like every Friday she was dutifully at her father's house for dinner. And as always he bought up the same subject to see what had changed in her life. But today wasn't the day to ask about something's. She was too tense, too stressed like something was about to snap.

"Sweetheart?"

She dropped her fork letting it clatter on the plate "Dad, please stop doing this" she sighed.

"What?" he asked so innocently; at least she knew who she got all her different pouts from.

"You realise this is our relationship now, this is all we ever to, you sit there and endlessly ask me 'what's wrong?' and 'why aren't you happy?' can't you see I don't want to answer the same questions. It's annoying"

She regretted her words when he looked back at her so hurt, it was a similar look of hurt in his eyes to when his husband told him he wanted a divorce... well when Rachel saw him after she'd found out they were getting a divorce.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to know what's going on in your life. I want you happy"

She thought of Quinn and her expression softened "I am happy dad"

"See I just want you happy, so that's good. We used to talk all the time" he sounded offended, as if Rachel not talking to him about everything anymore hurt him more than he'd admit verbally "I just want you to find a nice man and be happy"

"Ugh, really dad, you think that's what will make me happy-"

"I know it made me happy, I was just suggesting-"

"Well I don't need you suggesting anything and I'm seeing a girl!" she snapped "Not that my love life should be the focus of my life" and not that she'd admit it was because right now and she was pretty sure, right after this argument Quinn was all she had "But I'm seeing a girl"

He was shocked but not angry or upset, how could he be, if his daughter was in a same sex relationship he couldn't be disappointed... not yet anyway "That's great Rachel, see you used to be open all the time why can't it be like that again"

"You want me to be more open" she scoffed, a voice inside her head was screaming for her to shut up "Yes I'm in a relationship with a girl, a young girl, she's 18, she's a student of mine; is that what you wanted to hear" this time her snappy attitude was joined with tears; today had been a long day. Also she hated herself for calling Quinn a girl

Her dad was speechless looking at her wide eyed. All the thoughts of worry, of what would happen to his daughter for what she did to her student... all the same thoughts that had been running through her head a few hours ago.

"Wait a minute, so... a student? You're a teacher" he let out a humourless nervous laugh before saying lowly "Why are you doing this? What are you saying to me?"

"I'm in love!" it was out of her mouth before she could think and it was true... only shed admitted it to her father before she'd told the person se really wanted to

"I-I don't think you know what this is... you've just got a student with a crush on you and-"

Rachel wasn't listening o this she just left, grabbing her jacket on the way out of the house.

...

When Rachel got home she didn't know what to do with herself. She grabbed her Cell phone and text Quinn, she needed her even if it was just her words

- I did something stupid, R

- Did something happen with your dad?

The answer was almost immediate making Rachel happy. She also loved how Quinn didn't use that text speak, Finn used to and it'd take her longer than necessary to figure out what it he was saying... and that made her feel older than she was

- I told him, I didn't mean to, it just kinda came out. Can I see you tomorrow

- I'll be over after Cheerios, if that's okay?

- yeah it is, see you tomorrow

- See you tomorrow :)

The smiley face in that text wasn't a good enough substitute for a real smile from Quinn but it would have to do.

...

Quinn was at Rachel's apartment by 10 am the next day, not in her Cheerios uniform, she was greeted at the door to Rachel's apartment with a heavy kiss. As soon as the door clicked shut Rachel pulled her lips away to breath "I love you"

"You do?" Quinn asked sleepily

"Yeah, I accidentally told my dad before I could tell you"

Quinn just laughed

"What?" the brunette quizzed

"I told Santana that I love you before I got to say it to you" she bit her lip shyly at the confession

"You do?" she asked, echoing Quinn's words from before

"Yes Rachel" she kissed her quickly on the lips "I love you"

...

Quinn felt Rachel stir next to her as she roused from her sleep

"Hey" she smirked as Rachel's sleepy eyes found hers "you kinda passed out on me there"

Rachel screwed her eyes shut and blushed before opening them, now a little more awake than before "I did not" she sounded as defiant as a immature teenager, making them both laugh lightly.

"You did, it's cute"

Rachel groaned before rolling her face over so it was in her pillow "Don't ever say that again" she said into the pillow, Quinn was just about to make out the words, making her giggle

After a moment of sleepy quiet Rachel pulled her face away from the pillow and sighed

Hazel eyes were waiting for her when she did and she found them immediately. "I'm sorry" she whispered

"Why? I don't understand, what's wrong?" no, she didn't and Rachel doubted she would after what she was about to say too

"I need to leave"

"This is your apartment" she chuckled. She wasn't stupid she knew what Rachel meant; she was just trying to avoid it

"No Quinn. I need to leave, get out of town. There's going to be big repercussions for both of us. But there will be more for me... I'm being selfish" she rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling

"No" Quinn shuffled closer resting her head next to Rachel's "You're just being realistic"

"I have to get away, I'm sorry"

"Let me go with you" she sharply turned to look at Quinn, that was a crazy idea. "Please"

"You can't" she had to look away again, the ceiling that was safe.

"I want to be with you" she propped herself on her elbow to look down at the woman she loved "Everyday, like this" she closed the gap meeting Rachel's lips that just melted at the contact. They got lost in one another again and again before Quinn had to go home.

...

The following Tuesday and she was with her senior class for the first time since Puck's 'question'

The class settled quickly... which was unusual

Rachel stood up from her desk with a piece of paper in hand; ready to give her instructions to the class when Puck started drumming on the desk, it was joined by the word 'Dyke' by half the people in the class. They started chanting the word and slamming their open palms on the desk tops, the other half of the class watched on. A few of them were entertained at the behaviour that Puck was leading, some actually looked concerned, others didn't know what to think.

The noise built up getting louder and louder as Rachel sort out Quinn, giving the blonde an apologetic look with her brown eyes.

She saw Quinn shake her head and mouth 'no'. Quinn didn't want this to happen, she could read Rachel easily and right now she was breaking her heart.

Rachel dropped the piece of paper on her desk and grabbed her purse from the floor underneath. She couldn't look at Quinn as she walked out of the room and out of her life. The chanting students started cheering as she made that exit, a cheer for their victory.

She tried to hold her head high as she walked down the empty hallways. She passed classroom after class room for the last time; she wasn't coming back, that was for sure. Some of the class rooms were silent; others were filled with gentle voices. None of them sounded as out of control as hers ever had.

The exit door was insight when someone jogged up next to her and slipped their hand into hers. She didn't need to look at who it was to know, obviously. But she wanted to. She met Quinn's brightly lit face with a smile just as big on her own.

Now she really could walk away with her head held high, she had the woman she loved by her side and that's all she needed.

So that was going to be the end but it won't be now...

But still let me know what you think...