Type: Regular. Category: TV Show, Glee. Genre: Drama. Characters: Lucy Quinn Fabray & Rachel Barbra Berry, Holly Holliday. Pairing: FaBerry, Ruinn, Quinnchel, RaQuinn

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and Fox, and this was inspired by the film Never Been Kissed, starring Drew Barrymore.

MI's Note: Also along the lines of: I want something with Quinn!Teacher and Rachel!Student (or the other way around, not really caring) in which they can end up without the ever complicated fact that their initial relation is technically forbidden. And because, once I began with this train of thought, I just couldn't stop. Not regretting it.

Undercover Final Test

Body Guard

It was simple. Or at least that was what it was meant to be.

"I'm not comfortable with this," Rachel hissed, on edge. She winced at the sounds coming from outside of the office; she was scared of ruffians and the such that could be found in a precinct. "Please, can't I do something —"

"Miss Berry —" Carmen Tibideaux began, just to be interrupted.

"Shouldn't it be Miss Corcoran?" She was confused, as both last names were only there because of the recent assignments, for her and her mother.

The African American gave her a piercing look, and she deflated, "consider this your internship and also part of our community service."

The young woman winced and sighed a bit. If that was what she got for being top student at NYADA . . . no, she would still be willing to do it. Whimpering a bit, she bit her lower lip. There was no getting out of it, besides, she was perfect for the task at hand and it would be, indeed, a challenge. Still, she thought it was a bit extreme and went back to staring at the character she was meant to perform. To make things easier, the background was already stated, but she was still fearing for her life.

"Rachel," she did give thanks that at least her first and middle name remained the same; she turned to look at the dean, "I know high school was never one of your best experiences, so just let us know what we can do to make it easier."

The girl simply slumped further, going through the background again: daughter of a gay married jewish couple, it was enough to get her killed, but she was also meant to be proud of this fact. Considering she was gay, she could muster the pride needed, but this once she was straight. It would be hard, but she believed she could pull it. Her parents (fathers) would leave her in Lima, Ohio so she could fully understand what it meant like, the pressures that came with a small town high school, though she would be staying with Holly Holliday. Caramel High might have Shelby, her mother, as their choir coach, but she had to leave for another assignment given to her by the F.B.I. It was surprising how much those in performing arts somehow ended up working with the Feds, until realization dawned that they were perfect for undercover assignments. And boy, was the pay good.

"I don't think being harassed and molested by my peers could entice me to the teachers," she really had no idea how to pull it off. "I also don't think that, given my hobbies and delights, I'll be considered for the cheerleading squad; I'm not sure I want to either . . ."

"Rachel," her mother groaned then turned to the dean, "she's right though."

"As I live and breath," everyone turned to Holly who had a grin, "that boy got himself arrested again."

"Holly —"

"Check one of your classmate and fellow Jew," the woman said simply, with a happy smile before stepping out. "Puckerman! Does your mother knows you're here?"

"Haven't called her yet Miss H," he said, eying her with his usual look and receiving a slap to the back of his head from a female officer, "ouch! That was uncalled for."

"Your looks are," she retorted, still smiling and winking at the officer for her help, "just give him the usual and don't let his mother know."

"Why —?!"

"How —!?"

"Oh please, he's a good kid," she replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Wait!" Rachel's eyes shone with another bright idea and the captain stepped out to delay the boy's release. When he stepped back inside, she began. "I take it he's the self-proclaimed badass of the school?"

"I love your perception," it was uncertain whether the blonde meant it or if it was sarcasm.

"Mom, do you have, by any chance, any way of getting me a Carmel High uniform?" She meant a Vocal Adrenaline one, and the woman nodded, "great! Now, once I'm done changing into it and making a few mods, I need to be escorted inside so that that boy can see me and I'll get to his good graces."

"Now this is worth seeing," Holly was grinning mischievously, before stepping outside and going to the boy in order to distract him.

It was in motion and done quickly. The latest uniform consisted of a skirt and a vest. As to make everything much more realistic, Rachel cut the skirt to the length she usually wore them in, not bothering with leggings, instead sticking to ankle boots and socks. The boots had low heels and she left the pink shirt beneath unbuttoned, meaning plenty cleavage was shown and it would have been downright indecent hadn't the vest been there. Shelby could say nothing, just escort her out and be ready for her outburst for when she followed back inside with the girl, as her baby was being cuffed up and ready to be presented.

Rachel pushed the doors opened with a well aimed kick. Snarling, she went up to the captain barely caught in time by the officers who were meant to be escorting her. "Let me go! I refuse —"

"Rachel, you sent that poor kid to emergency!" And the petite woman could; she took her martial arts seriously to make it all much more believable, but she would never use it on someone else.

"He shouldn't have insulted my fathers!" The other spat.

"You could be expelled from Carmel High!"

"So what! This is such a backwater town," the scoff was imminent, "unable to handle the fact that I have two dads."

"You took it the wrong way!" Shelby's outrage was evident, then again, her child had lived in NY all her life, so her act was pretty solid. "Now I'm being transferred to Florida, and your fathers want you here!"

"Then leave me in a public school," she sneered back, "plenty of fresh meat for others to make a pariah of me! Being ostracized by the student body for having same-sex fathers — I'll be lucky to make it out alive!"

"Ohh, feisty!" Holly remarked, a glint in her eyes making Puck be even more impressed with the girl.

"Never mind that I'm Jewish!" She called before being shut inside the interrogation room, which was soundproof.

"Puck?" The blonde could just tell that the boy's body was on the verge of embarrassing him; Shelby soon entered the room, and a racket was heard fron within; shouts of taking this to the UCLA was heard before the door was shut.

"Holy shit," the woman smirked, knowing he wouldn't apologize for being so rude, especially when saying her name, "I just found My Hot Little Jewish American Princess."

"What kind of nickname is that?" He blinked at the blonde, as though realizing she was there.

"You got one better?" He could kick himself; of course she did.

"Of course," she shrugged, "Hot Stuff."

He couldn't disagree. But he didn't watch her as she left, focusing on the closed door. Thirty minutes later, the girl left, fuming but silent, and placed right besides him. He grinned at her, but she simply ignored him. Unknown to her, he was in for being caught trying to steal Jesse's Range Rover, while Mike and Matt had tried to help and so they were in too, as accomplices. They though, weren't cuffed, so had filmed the entire outburst.

"Hey there," he began, and at her craned brow, he smirked, "I'm Noah Puck Puckerman."

"Rachel Barbra Berry," she replied, containing her feeling of fist pumping the air, "Barbra due to my favorite Broadway star, Barbra Streisand."

"Well, to me, you're My Hot Little Jewish American Princess," he began.

"I don't think we're on nickname basis," she was puzzled, and he noticed that she had her hands on her lap, no cuffs, "want some help with yours?"

"Oh I don't care what you call me," he replied, turning around, "because damn, you're perfect."

"Sorry, I'm not looking for anything, Noah," she said with a teasing tone.

"Hey, it's either Puck, or any variation of it, including Puckzilla, The Lion King Puck-fasa, Puckasaurus, Puckster, Puckerone, Puck-gellen, The Original Badass, The Saw or Big Daddy." He was serious, and once uncuffed, he turned to her with a bright smile. "My mother is such a devoted Jew, I'm sure you're going to be welcome."

"I'm sure we'll have to omit meeting here," Rachel remarked.

"Wait, we've seen you at the synagogue!" He smiled. "Come, let's bail; I'm sure it'll be fine."

Shelby was scared, briefly, then it escalated when she saw her girl leaving with that boy. At least Holly prevented her from doing something stupid, but she still worried. Despite it all, the blonde was sure Rachel would be able to keep Puck in line. If not, she did have some moves that could always be used outside of a scene. Good thing that the girl was always prepared, always.

This is the prologue.

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