Please note that this is my first serious fanfiction ever, and that English isn't my first language. You can see this as a pilot chapter, it's pretty short but I rather like it. With that said, enjoy!
"Rachel!"
Mr Schue sounded rather worried, so Rachel turned around and walked back to the piano. They had just finished Glee practice, the other kids were on their way out of the room, and the door slammed shut behind them.
"Yes, mr Schue? What is it?" She tried to hide the fact that she was a bit worried, too - had she done something wrong? Was her singing voice not as good as she thought it was? But that wasn't what her teacher had in mind.
"Rach, to be honest I'm concerned about you. Your perfomance is as good as ever, it's just... Are you upset about something?"
Rachel frowned and leaned against the piano. "No, mr Schue, why would I be?"
"Well, lately you haven't really been yourself, so to speak", mr Schue said, but she answered as if she hadn't heard him at all. "Because, you know, I'm a little stressed out about school and all, but I'm fine. Really, I'm fine." She smoothed down her incredibly short skirt, a clear sign that she was lying. It was his turn to frown.
"Rachel... I hope you know that you can always talk to me. I will listen, whatever weird teenage stuff you say." He smiled and stroked her cheek. She stiffened and took a step back, a terrified look on her face. "What?" he asked. "Oh! Nothing, Mr Schue, but I really have to go now. I'll see you at the next Glee practice. Bye!" She turned and ran out of the room.
But Rachel didn't show up at the next Glee meeting. The other singers claimed that she was in their other classes, but they hadn't spoken to her about Glee. The practice wasn't the same without her, so mr Schue decided to quit early and try to find Rachel.
He found her in the library, reading what seemed to be a school book. When she saw him, she blushed and looked down, apparently afraid to meet his eyes. "Hello, mr Schue" she whispered and shut her books. "I was just leaving, but..." He interrupted her. "No, you're not going. Please, sit." She remained seated, but didn't say anything. He looked at her - she was so beautiful when she was ashamed, yet he felt sorry for her. What could possible have caused this young girl so much trouble?
"Why weren't you at Glee today?" She gave him an not-so-convincing smile. "Oh, I had so much to do, I completely forgot about it. I'm sorry." He knew that she was lying again; she would never forget Glee, it was her favourite part of the school week.
"Rachel, I... I would like to know what is going on with my students."
"Oh, but mr Schue, that is really none of your business." He had to force himself not to smile; that was the Rachel he knew.
"Well, I'm afraid it is. It is my duty to check up on anything I feel isn't quite right, and something, darling, is wrong about you." Her hand was on the table between them, he put his over it. She almost jumped in her chair.
"Please remove your hand." Her voice trembled, and he obeyed. "Why?"
She took a deep breath. "Mr Schue, I think it is obvious. I am head over heels in love with you. Goodbye." She gathered her books, stood up, and walked away. The library door shut with a thud.