Parties, money, luxury, glamour and scheming – This is McKinley Academy, the one and only highschool for upper class children of politicians, billionaires or otherwise powerful people. Everyone envies those teens attending the elite school, thinking they have it all, but are their lives really as picture perfect as one might think?

Ever since Rachel somehow got into McKinley Academy , the glamorous school for high society kids, she and her friend tried to stay wallflowers in disguise. As long as she was invisible, her snobbish schoolmates couldn't make her life a living hell. But then, she finds out a dark secret of Finn Hudson's family, the unofficial king and playboy of McKinley. A secret which could ruin their reputation. Suddenly, the most powerful kid knows her name. The guy she was supposed to hate. But why does her foolish heart skip a beat everytime he comes near her?

A/N: I'm back with another story! This time, it won't be fantasy, though. I will try to make it not too Finchel centric, everyone will appear at some point. This story is heavily based on the awesome, german novel "Save Me" by Mona Kasten. Hope you will like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 1

Only one more year, Rachel thought to herself. That was her senior year at McKinley Academy. She still couldn't believe that next year, she would hopefully sit in one of the lecture halls of NYADA, one of the most famous, renowned US-universities of dramatic arts.

Not only famous Broadway artists, but also some Hollywood stars had attended that college.
Although Rachel's dads were both accountants, they had supported her from the beginning on when the toddler declared that she wanted to be a star after she had seen her role model Barbra Streisand in the recorded musical "Funny Girl". Since today, that dream didn't change.
It was the opposite, actually. Three years ago, Rachel had worked hard to get into her current school. McKinley Academy was one of the best High Schools in the US and also had one of the best arts programs. It was nearly impossible to get one of the few, hard-fought scholarships for this private school.

The school fee was over the roof not only because of its elite-status, but also because people of the really, really rich upper class sent their kids to that school. Until now, Rachel was still afraid she would one day wake up and realize that she still attended her old high school and not McKinley Academy because she still couldn't believe she made it.

Currently, she was sitting in Biology classes, nervously waiting for the school bell ringing. Her classmates were working on their assignments, but she was done because she already did them the day before. Call her a nerd, but she wanted to stay a straight-A student. Rachel impatiently tapped with her fingers against her desk, but then, someone kicked her shin.

"Stop it, white girl. You are making me nervous", Mercedes, her seatmate, hissed.

"Sorry", Rachel mumbled.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and continued working on her assignment.

Since day one at McKinley, Rachel felt like an outsider.
The kids of the high society were so much more different than her, with their fancy hobbies such as polo or Lacrosse or going shopping in that boutiques where one top costed more than both her dads earned per month.
Rachel didn't even try to fit in, she knew how cruel teens could be once they found out you were not like them. Luckily for her, nobody knew who exactly was there because their parents could afford it or because of a scholarship. So, the best she could do was staying under the radar although she hated it.
She always wanted to be in the limelight, but as long as she was different, it just wasn't possible. So she just had to get through highschool as a wallflower in disguise, then, things would change. She would be an even bigger star than Barbra Streisand and laugh at her former classmates who didn't accomplish anything.

But until then, she had to be invisible and avoid drawing attention to her because she could endanger her scholarship and her future. She had heard stories about scheming classmates and how they had made others get kicked out of school. No, she couldn't risk that, she had too much to lose.

"Mr. Sutton? I'm done, can I go now?", she asked her teacher and handed in her work.

Mr. Sutton nodded. "Of course, Ms. Berry. But please be quiet in the hallway, there are seven minutes left until the break starts", her teacher said.

Rachel nodded obediently, took her bag and left. While the brunette rushed down the hallway, she retrieved her calendar from her bag and checked her appointments.
She had a short meeting with a teacher of hers in less than five minutes because he finished his recommendatory letter for NYADA.

Mr. Anderson was one of her most favorite teachers and quite popular among his students as well. He just graduated from Harvard on top of his class and wanted to help Rachel get into her dream college and get a scholarship. He told her that he also attended NYADA, but then, he discovered that teaching was his real passion. Since NYADA didn't offer a school of education, he was forced to change schools. Rachel checked her watch. Two minutes left until her meeting. She quickened her pace because she didn't want to be late. In addition to that, Mr. Anderson's office was on the other side of the building.

Finally, she stood in front of the teacher's door, slightly sweaty.
Rachel straightened out some of her wrinkles of her blue-gold school uniform skirt, brushed nonexistent glint from her blue blazer, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Nobody answered it.

The brunette checked her watch. 1.30pm, she was just on time.

She looked to her side, but there were no students or teachers she could ask about Mr. Anderson's absence.

That was impossible.

Mr. Anderson was always there on time, he was even overly punctual. "Punctuality is a virtue", he always told his students when they came too late to his classes.

When Rachel was about to leave, she heard something fall down inside the office.
So, there was someone inside. Why didn't he react, then?
She carefully opened the door and peeked around. Her heart skipped a beat.

Mr. Anderson was there, but…he wasn't exactly alone. There was another guy in front of him, kissing him passionately while Mr. Anderson sat on his desk.
Said guy grabbed Mr. Anderson by his bowtie, pulling him closer and moaning into the teacher's lips, Mr. Anderson buried his hands into the guys hair.

Rachel really wanted to throw up right now.
Yes, she kind of knew that Mr. Anderson had to be gay, because seriously, which girl who grew up with two gay dads didn't have a perfect gaydar? But what she witnessed now was something she really didn't want to see.
She wanted to look away, but she just couldn't, her eyes were glued to the spot. The guy jumped on top of Mr. Anderson, both of them fell down on the desk and they kissed like their lives depended on it.

"Gosh, Blaine", the guy purred, and Rachel paled. "Please, please, give it to me", he moaned quietly, but Rachel could hear it anyway.

She really started to feel sick right now.

After that moment, everything happened so quickly.
Still shocked, she lost her balance, somehow tripped over the threshold and opened the door completely.
Now, she was standing on the doorway, her face was redder than the chili sauce Mercedes liked to eat with her tater tots.

Both men quickly jumped apart, Blai…, Mr. Anderson, Rachel reminded herself, looked over to her.

"Rachel", he said breathlessly.

His otherwise impeccable, gelled back hair was tousled, some of the buttons of his shirt where open, his face was red. Rachel gasped. That was supposed to be her dapper, disciplined teacher? She couldn't believe it.

"I…I'm sorry.", Rachel stammered, still shocked. "I…I thought we had a meeti…"

At that moment, the other guy turned around and Rachel stopped talking, even more shocked than before. His blue eyes were widened, and he and Mr. Anderson exchanged worried glances. Rachel tried to remember how to breathe again.

She knew that guy.

She had seen him a lot.

In her English-classes they shared with Mr. Anderson.

That guy who just made out and almost had sex with her…their freaking teacher was none other than Kurt Hummel.

His carefully styled hairdo was ruined, his already pale face even paler than usual. He sheepishly looked down the floor, but Rachel was too panicked to care.

She was so screwed.

She tried to push the delete button in her brain to forget everything that happened in the last ten minutes, but it was impossible.
Could someone shoot her right now, please? Or could the floor underneath her swallow her whole?

Blaine…Mr. Anderson, godammit, Rachel corrected herself in her head, took a step towards the brunette.

"Rachel…", he started, but she didn't listen.

Like on autopilot, Rachel backed away, turned around and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.
She could hear Mr. Anderson shouting her name, but she didn't turn around. All she could see was the scene with those two making out, again and again.
Rachel sighed. She made it through three years without unwanted attention, her last year was supposed to go without a hitch as well. And then she uncovered a dirty secret of one of the most popular, powerful kids in school.

God was really doing a good job on punishing her with no reason.

A/N: Dun dun dun! And yup, Blaine is their 23-year-old teacher in this AU