But I get carried away, with every day

And every fantasy

The cheaper the thrill, the deeper I fill

My head with blasphemy

The Victoria Secret department of the mall, with a large sign on the window, proclaiming 'ten years of sexy' was a place entirely unfamiliar to Rachel Berry. Most of her underwear consisted of basic monotone fabrics used purely for hygiene reasons, with the occasional cute pattern of spots or fruits thrown in there.

For this reason, the frilly, lacy, furry and satin scraps of fabric which could be found in the store she was currently in were also a foreign concept for Rachel, who felt somewhat lost looking around the large room and making absolutely no head way. For quite a long time she stood in the entrance to the extremely pink shop, staring inside at the tall, thin attractive people shopping inside and considered backing out of her plan. It wasn't too late at all; all she had to do was turn around and walk back in the other direction.

She considered this option for a long time, until a woman accidentally bumped into her on her way in, sending Rachel half stumbling into the store. Confronted with a whole new array of silky underwear right in front of her nose, she decided that there was simply no way she wanted to go through with this. There was no way any Spanish teacher in the world was worth this kind of effort.

Before she could turn and make a run for it, however, she was pounced on by a shop assistant, with a bottle blonde bob and hot pink lipstick.

"What can I help you with, honey?" The girl was southern, only adding to her cute and yet somehow sexy demeanour. It made Rachel a little depressed. In spite of this, now that she had been actively acknowledged, Rachel found her pride reflex kicking in, making her stand up to her full height – which sadly wasn't anywhere near as tall as most of the other people in the store – and smile her professional smile. Then for want of anything better to say, she resorted to the obvious of fall back of 'what would Santana say'?

It upset her to have to stoop so low as to rely on such a shallow, small minded person to take her cues from and yet in an environment such as this it seemed like the sole option.

"I need underwear," Rachel informed the assistant, who gave her a smile despite the fact that she was obviously thinking very unsmile-worthy thoughts about the dim observation. "For my... boyfriend. I mean not for my boyfriend; for me. But I want him to see me in it."

This seemed to spark her interest. "Oh, wonderful."

She took Rachel's elbow and began to lead her over to a stand nearer the back which was covered in red and black satin and which made her gulp audibly.

"Special occasion? Anniversary?"

Rachel nodded. "Something like that. I need something that will get him to notice me, you know? I feel like he doesn't even look at me anymore."

The assistant looked at her and put a hand to her heart. "Oh honey, we have all been there. At first they're all loved up and then suddenly they just don't seem to appreciate anything you try and do for them anymore. Don't worry though, we'll have him staring at you again in no time."

She winked conspiratorially at the younger girl and pulled out something Rachel could only compare to a corset, except that it was made of considerably less fabric, all of which was completely see through. Once again, she had no response other than to gulp.

"Maybe something a little more..." 'Normal' was the word Rachel wanted to say, but it sounded too rude and as it turned out she didn't need to finish the sentence anyway because the assistant seemed to catch her drift.

"Alright, take a look at this number." She held up a scarlet satin bra, coupled with a thong so unbelievably minuscule that Rachel couldn't believe anyone would deign to call it underwear. The shop assistant must have seen the look on her face, because she reached back onto the stand and began to fish around for something else.

"The panties are interchangeable," she explained. "If you want something a little less revealing."

The thong she pulled off the rack could hardly be described as modest, considering that it was made entirely of lace and therefore didn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. Once again, Rachel saw the look of disapproval on the assistants face when she grimaced uncertainly.

"Maybe I should take you to the teen section," She said uncertainly, "They have lots of things that are more... conservative over there-"

"No!" Rachel cut her off. If she was going to do this, she wasn't going to do it by halves. If the assistant said this would get Will to notice her then she would just have to trust her, even if it meant spending a small fortune on something she wasn't totally in love with. "No, this is what I want. I'll take it."

"Which one?"

"All of it." Rachel pulled out her wallet, as the overly pleased assistant piled the things over her arm and beamed at the girl.

"On second thoughts, not that thing." She pointed to the corset. "I don't want him to think I'm trying too hard."

Or that I'm low class and trashy, Rachel thought but didn't add. Looking at the girl, she probably owned something similar.

"Do you want to try them on?" She reached out a hand to accept the proffered garments and then retracted it, thinking better of the idea.

"No."

"Are you sure? You should probably make sure they fit, I mean-"

"No, really. I'll just buy them." Rachel was 99 percent sure that she would be completely unable to go through with this if she saw herself wearing these scandalous undergarments under the harsh fluorescent lights of the changing rooms. It was a bit of a now or never situation.

"Alright. You're choice."

Yes, that was right, it was her choice. A bad one, maybe, but then it had been a bad choice to come in here in the first place. The point was that she had and now that she had she might as well go the whole way and buy some outrageous underwear that would make Mr. Schuester's eyes pop out of his head.

She wasn't entirely sure when it was that this whole plan had become about him instead of Finn and to be honest, it made it that much more inappropriate to be here buying bras and panties like these if they were for him. Teachers and bras were not usually two ideas that went hand in hand and yet her she was thinking about what the look on his face would be like if she showed him he things she had just bought and distinctly enjoying the idea. God, how utterly wrong this was and yet... and yet if it was so wrong, then why did it seem so right in Rachel's mind?

Will Schuester was, for want of a better explanation, completely fed up with his Spanish class. It was too hot in the class that day, which meant not a single person was listening to anything he said, despite the number of times he had reiterated to them that the material was important for exams. Heat did crazy things to people.

Rachel Berry, sitting in the front row, kept looking at him, like she had something she wanted to say, but clearly she didn't really or she would have said it by now. Besides that, he was doing his best to ignore her lately.

It wasn't anything personal, against her, it was more based off the fact that looking at her brought to mind memories which he didn't want to remember. He knew he was being too obvious about it; she clearly knew he was treating her differently than everyone else in the class and in Glee, but she hadn't said anything yet and he hoped she wouldn't. He doubted Rachel was obtuse enough to bring something like that up in front of other people; it was far too delicate a subject.

"Come on guys," he sighed hopefully. "I know it's hot and everyone wants to be outside, doing other stuff but just try and focus. We're almost done."

This succeeded in gaining roughly half the classes attention. Down the back, Puck continued to throw balls of paper at people and some of his less intelligent friends continued to cheer him on. Some of the sad looking kids in the corner continued moping, as well.

"Let's work on revision for the last twenty minutes, since you're all clearly not in the mood to learn anything new. We'll run over verbs in the past tense."

He turned back to the board and began to write up some of the more basic verbs in the present tense.

"Alright, can someone tell me the past participle of the verb 'ir'?"

He turned around to glance over the class. A few of the girls in the second row had their hands up. He nodded to one of them. In front of him, Rachel shuffled down in her seat and put her pencil in her mouth sucking on it uncomfortably. He looked back at the board and muttered some automatic praise to the girl who had just answered him.

"Right, right. And what about 'saber'? Anyone?" He turned back around to scan over the class and as he did so, his eyes fell on something they should most definitely not have been seeing.

Under her desk, Rachel's legs had drifted open, allowing him a full view of not only extremely upper inner thigh, but also a strip of dark red lace which was doing a very poor job of concealing-

Oh God. Will spun back around to the board far too quickly, his breath catching in his suddenly dry throat. The muscles in his stomach clenched and turned over, making him nauseous and dizzy in one split second. He should definitely, unquestionably, without a doubt not have seen what he just saw.

Not only could he not turn around again, but whatever train of thought he had been on before turning to look at Rachel was completely lost. He was fairly sure that image would be burned onto his brain for the next twenty years of his life, if not longer. Jesus, hadn't anyone ever taught that girl how to sit like a lady? He felt an uncomfortable tightening feeling in his groin and prayed to God that it was a passing sensation.

He swallowed uncomfortably, feeling the saliva slide down his throat without a hint of relief and blinked, trying to dispel the image from his immediate attention. Did she know, Will wondered, staring at his board and trying to take in what he was teaching so he could recommence with the lesson. Did she have any idea what she had just exposed to him?

"Finn?" He blurted out, because it was the first name that came to his mind when trying to think of students in his Spanish class, other than Rachel who he was hardly about to call on.

"Huh?" Clearly Finn had been paying about as much attention as most of the others in the class. Will felt wrong for picking on him, but it seemed the only way to take the attention off his momentary lapse in concentration.

"What's the um..." He couldn't remember the question and it took a few moments for it to come back to him. "Past participle of – of saber?"

"Oh." He didn't know it. Will knew he didn't know it, but anything that would divert his attention from the glaring distraction in the front row was good enough for him. "Um... sabes?"

The uncomfortable feeling in his groin was sadly not fading. It seemed every time it did, the image of that thin line of lace over dark folds of sweet flesh flashed back into his head and the feeling returned. He needed to get the image out of his head, or failing that, he needed to get his lower half out of sight of his class. In his whole teaching career Will had never found himself in a position quite so compromising.

"No." Will decided sitting down, behind the safety of his desk would be the best option. He managed to get there without looking at Rachel once and then proceeded to look down at his desk and sort through some paper that didn't need sorting to avoid making any further eye contact with her. Or any other kind visual contact with other parts of her body.

"Look, I can see some of you are having trouble so why don't you just, um, go over verbs together. In pairs. Test each other or something. It'll be good for you."

God he was pathetic. Since when did an accidental glimpse of a girls panties warrant a full scale panic attack? A sixteen year old girl, his moral inner voice reminded him, making him scowl. He was sick. He needed to go and see a counsellor and get whatever this was sorted out because he was quite clearly going insane.

He could feel eyes on him; all his students must think he was going mad. Maybe he could play it off on the heat. Make some casual comment in passing about how hot she was- it was. How hot it was. The weather. Maybe he could ask if the air conditioning was broken; it wasn't usually this hot.

He glanced out at the group to see if anyone was doing what he had asked. It was a bad idea, because naturally his eyes were drawn to the one person they shouldn't have been drawn to. She was looking at him, her eyes staring straight into his and her mouth chewing on her pencil. Her tongue licked her bottom lip lightly in what he was sure was an accidental way or at least would have been sure, if it wasn't for all the other signs suggesting otherwise. Right around then he knew. He knew that she knew, which meant she most probably knew why he was acting so strangely as well.

Suddenly he wasn't turned on so much as angry. She knew exactly what she was doing and still chose to do it because despite her arguments to the contrary, Rachel really was just a child. She didn't understand the consequences of her actions, hell she probably didn't even know what she wanted to get out of what she was doing. She was just acting impulsively and rashly and not thinking anything she did through.

These thoughts managed to burn the image of her stupid barely there underwear firmly from his brain and thankfully it also dispelled the urge he had to look at it again.

"Mr Schue?" Finn's hand was up and Will climbed gratefully to his feet, wandering over to the boy. Anything right now was a welcome distraction from the frustrating anomaly that was Rachel Berry.

At the Glee club meeting that afternoon Rachel sat in a chair waiting for Mr. Schuester to arrive with her knees firmly pressed together. She was still having trouble believing what she had done in Spanish class. She had felt so weird and unsexy, like she thought she was supposed to feel. It didn't feel sexy flashing your underwear to your teacher, it just felt dirty and uncomfortable and exposing.

Not to mention the extreme discomfort she was experiencing from wearing a thong for a whole six hour time period. Apparently no one had ever felt the need to stress quite how serious the 'beauty is pain' slogan actually was, although she now wished they had and maybe she would have brought spare underwear.

His reaction had been surprisingly satisfying though, or at least the initial reaction had been perfect. The angry glares and awkwardness that followed hadn't actually featured in her fantasy, but she had figured she would have to make some allowances. Things couldn't always go exactly as they were planned.

It had been nice to have someone pay attention to her for even the few seconds that Will Schuester's eyes had been fixed on her. She had felt special and wanted and not quite so invisible. It was the kind of feeling that was worth feeling wrong about afterwards. It was also the kind of feeling she was currently missing immensely.

When he arrived, Rachel decided that the best course of action after his scowls earlier that day would be to act like nothing had happened. It was almost certainly what he planned to do and she was perfectly happy to play along, to a certain extent. Hopefully he would be past punishing her unjustly by now. Maybe she could get a little bit of subtle flirtation in there if she played her cards right.

"Okay guys, I was thinking we could start on something new today." He didn't look at her, but it wasn't quite the staunch ignoring of a few days ago; he was getting better at faking it apparently.

"I know we've been working on the vocals for Somebody to Love for a little while now so I thought we could get into some choreography. Cool?"

There were various murmurs of agreement from everyone and he grinned his almost crooked grin which made Rachel's heart flutter a little bit.

"Okay, it's mostly partner work on this one, which means we'll have to arrange new rows in girl boy pairs, so I drafted up the plan."

He pulled out a sheet and studied it for a few seconds before listing off names. Rachel found herself unsurprisingly next to Finn, which was one of the bonuses of her so far average day. She could feel Quinn Fabray shooting daggers at the back of her skull but she ignored her.

One of the downfalls of having Finn as a partner, she quickly discovered, was that sometimes his size and generally uncoordinated body got the better of him and he ended up twirling her into other people, various objects and occasionally dropping her during the lifts.

After a particularly painful smack on the ground where her skirt flew up uncomfortably and she was quite sure everyone had gotten a glimpse of her ridiculous panties which she was now starting to regret, she gave up on it.

From where he was watching Will shook his head. Watching Finn try and do the moves was actually a little bewildering. For someone of his size and muscle tone they should have been easy and yet Rachel's steadily forming bruises would attest to a different story.

"Oh God, sorry," Finn repeated for what seemed to Will like the hundredth time that session. "I didn't mean to – are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Rachel answered, climbing to her feet and smiling at him, despite the small bump he could see forming on her head. "Only flesh wounds."

"Jesus, Mr. Schue, what am I doing wrong?"

"You just don't know how to hold a lady right, man," Puck announced, winking sleazily at Santana Lopez who rolled her eyes and grimaced.

"Ew. Please," Quinn pretend to throw up. Then suddenly her face paled a little bit and she jumped to her feet, rushing for the door. This was becoming somewhat routine, so Will chose to brush it off and return to the issue at hand.

"It's kind of a physics thing, Finn," He told the boy. "You have to use her weight to help you lift her."

Finn stared back blankly. "Huh?"

Will sighed.

"Maybe you should him how to do it?" Rachel proposed innocently enough. "If he's sees it done then maybe it'll be easier."

"No, I don't think that's necessary," he cut in quickly. "I'm sure just explaining it works fine."

"No, Mr. Schue, show me. There's a bit with the lift that I don't think I'm gonna get unless I can see it done properly."

"Okay, um, Puck you were doing it well, why don't you show him?"

"Why don't you?" The overly argumentative boy replied. "I dropped Quinn before and now she won't even let me touch her in case I damage some of the internal organs or other internal things."

Finn glared at him.

"Fine, okay, I can show you. Brittany, come here, you seemed to have it-"

"Shouldn't you use Rachel?" Finn asked uncertainly.

Will once again fought the urge to scowl. Was it just his unlucky day or did someone up there genuinely hate him?

"Yes Mr. Schuester, you should do it with me," Rachel agreed, obviously far more oblivious than he was to her poor choice of words. "I am his partner after all."

"Okay. Sure."

He desperately wanted to protest the idea, however it seemed to him if there was one sure fire way to work up suspicion it was to protest something for no apparent reason. And the last thing he needed right now was suspicion.

He kept a calm face as Rachel came over and took her place in front of him, reaching up a hand to take up the position. He took it gingerly, ignoring the strange feeling that shot up his arm when their fingers met. Had she felt that too, or was that just him, going crazy as usual?

"It's about propulsion," He explained to Finn, although his eyes were on Rachel's eyes, following them as her head spun in time with his.

"She's already moving, so you need to use that to get her up."

His hand drifted down to her thigh just above the knee, gripping the olive skin and lifting her leg up towards his waist. At this point, his body took in all the different sensations coming from her body to his in the one brief second where their bodies touched.

The inside of her thigh pressed into his shirt, trailing a line down to the belt of his pants where he could feel her other hip pressed to places she really should never have been touching. Her touch shouldn't have affected him the way it did; he should have remembered in this moment that Rachel Berry was his underage student who he was not attracted to in any way.

But Will was pretty much lost when he felt the small warm line of Rachel's core pressing against the top of his thigh, with far too little resistance between it and his leg. For the second time that day the thought of the area made his breath catch in his throat. From the look in her eyes, Rachel was feeling exactly the same thing, which scared him immensely. At least when it wasn't reciprocal he could act as though he was crazy. Now he didn't know how to act.

"Hold it there for one second," Finn's voice cut into the moment, right before Will lifted her off the ground. His hands froze in place where they were, one on her hip, one on the bottom of her thigh, gripping in readiness to pick her up. The boy couldn't have picked a worse place to freeze them if he tried.

"I never quite got this bit. I never got where to put my hands."

Against him, Rachel pressed herself into him a little closer. He was certain she had done it on purpose. The deliciously warm part of her body that he once again reiterated in his thoughts, should not have been touching him, moulded itself more firmly to his thigh. He could feel the slightest dampness and it made that frustrating feeling in his groin return full force. He wanted to groan and shove her away from him, but he resisted the urge with enormous effort.

"Do you get it now?" Will wondered if anyone else had noticed how strained his voice was. It probably didn't matter; he could play it off as strain from holding her.

"Kind of. Shouldn't my hands be lower if I'm going to lift her?"

Will shrugged, trying extremely hard to regain his thoughts. "Lower where?"

"As in higher up her thigh. So I can get a better grip?"

"Sure, if that's how you're comfortable."

At that moment, Will felt an almost imperceptible grinding on his leg, which made his eyes start to roll back into his head. She was trying to play with him and sadly, it was working all too well. He abruptly dropped her leg, allowing Rachel to fall to the floor with an unceremonious slap. She sat in a small pile on the floor, gaping at him and he quickly turned away.

"Okay, see, not that hard Finn." He announced, ignoring Rachel's indignant squeak. He probably should have felt bad about dropping her, but he didn't.

"Thanks Mr. Schue."

"Not a problem." Actually it was, but he could hardly announce that to the club. He clapped his hands and the pianist began the music once again. "Take it from the top."

After that Finn seemed to get the holds and lifts which Will was eternally grateful for, as he wasn't entirely sure he could take anymore of Rachel's games. At the end of the session he held her back. It was against his better judgement, as being alone with her seemed like nothing more than an opening for her to do something crazy but they needed to talk.

That was all they were going to do, too. Will had made up his mind about that long before he made a weak excuse about solos to keep her in the class. This meeting didn't have a chance in hell of leading to anything else.

"What's wrong Mr Schue?" Rachel asked, blinking up at him innocently as though she didn't know.

"We need to have a talk, Rachel." He tried to be gentle with her; it wasn't his intention to get her here just so he could yell at her. A simple explanation would do just fine for both of them.

Thankfully she didn't feign ignorance this time. "Right."

After that he was a little lost for words. How to bring up the delicate subject of her inane flirting was beyond him.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" Hopefully she would kick start the conversation and then he could follow on from there.

"Should I?" She brushed her skirt down so it sat neatly over her thighs. "I'm not going to say sorry, if that's what you want, because I'm not."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Of course, I am a little sorry that you dropped me, but that's neither here nor there."

"Rachel." He looked at her listlessly. "This needs to stop."

"Why, what's wrong with it?"

"You know what's wrong with it. Do I really need to make a list for you, because I'm not sure there's enough paper to write it all down?" So much for remaining calm.

"So other people might not approve of it, so what?" She looked like she genuinely believed the words coming out of her mouth and it worried Will extremely that she might actually not understand what was so wrong about the relationship. "Since when did you care what other people think? You're the Coach of Glee club for goodness sake. If there's anyone who should be willing to break the mould it's you!"

"This isn't about breaking moulds. Jesus, this is about breaking laws. Do you understand that? You're underage."

"So? People break laws all the time. In fact I'm fairly sure this law along with speeding is one of the most commonly violated laws in the whole of the United States of America."

"Oh good, let's just break it then, because everyone else is doing it. That's a bit contradictory isn't it?"

She didn't answer for quite a long while. She sat in her chair and stared up at him, looking upset and for a few seconds he felt bad for doing that to her, until he remembered why he'd had to and the guilt faded. It really bothered him to no end that Rachel just didn't grasp the enormity of what she was trying to do.

"Do you even know what you want out of this? What are you trying to gain?"

"I want you," she answered, sounding far less angry and more like her usual self. "I want you and I want you to want me, too."

"And then what?" He leaned his elbow on the piano and rested his face in his hands. "What happens after that Rachel?"

"We..." She paused and looked down.

"See? You have no idea what you want! You just want to play around and see if you can get someone's interest and then your plan ends. What, did you think we were going to date, is that it? You thought we could run away and be together and live happily ever after. News Flash-"

"I thought we would sleep together," she said, so quietly he almost missed it and with those words his insides froze. All the words he had been about to say dried up in his mouth. He didn't need them though because she continued. "That's what I want; to sleep with you and then just see where it goes."

He couldn't speak; what could you possibly say to answer that? He just lifted his gaze and stared at her, while she stared at the ground. It was strange that all along he had assumed that was the objective and yet hearing her say it put a whole new spin on things. She really had a knack for saying things that were meant to be kept quiet.

"I mean maybe nothing will happen. Maybe we'll do it and then you won't like me anymore because I'm no good, or maybe something else will happen. I'm not asking you to be in love with me, I'm just asking for a chance."

He still had nothing to say so he looked back down at the top of the piano and tried to think the shock away. It was most definitely not normal to have a student say something like that. All his views of the naive, innocent Rachel flew even further out the window than they had during Spanish class. The words were reverberating around his skull, bouncing of the sides and back into his brain with alarming clarity. The worst thing was, the words almost turned him on.

"You should go," he muttered, not looking up at her. He didn't hear any movement.

"Really? Are we going to do this again? You're just going to run away and pretend like I didn't say what I just said? Because I did, and I meant it."

"Rachel really, you need to go. This is not the time, or the place to have this conversation."

"When is the time?"

Never. "Not now. Now go."

"Fine." She rose stroppily to her feet and stalked out of the room, not turning back to look at him once, not that he would have noticed if she did because he was still staring downwards, wondering what on earth he had done to get himself into this situation in the first place.

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