William Schuester was extremely confused. Sure, he'd caught Rachel looking at him in a inappropriate way sometimes, but that she was - what was it again - head over heels in love with him? He could never have guessed that.

And yet, he found himself thinking about her a little too often. The way her plaid skirt whirled around her thighs when she danced, the way she would bite her full lower lip when she was upset, the way her breasts looked underneath her blouse... No, he couldn't think about that. She was way too young, and she was his pupil. But, a voice in his head asked insistently, she loves you. You could easily get her where you want her; on top of you. He shook his head. No such thing would happen, it was too risky. He'd have to explain that to her.

Rachel actually showed up at Glee practice the next week, and he let out a relieved sigh. She refused to look him in the eyes, but at least she was there. And she was wearing a shorter skirt than ever before.

"Alright, you guys, let's go!" he shouted and watched them dance around, their voices filled with joy and youth. I love all of them, he thought. They're like my children. Would you want to sleep with one of your children? Again, the small voice in his head. He tried not to think about it.

A task that turned out to be very, very hard. She might not look at him, but she danced better than she ever had, sung louder and clearer than he'd ever heard. He wasn't the only one to notice, either; everyone stopped dead when she took the highest tone. She was so, so, beautiful. Mr Schue saw that even Puck couldn't take his eyes of her, and he thought, I want her. I want her, but I can't possibly have her. She's reserved for kids her own age. The thought made him weak.

After what seemed like a very long time, the Glee hour ended. All the kids left, eagerly discussing their latest number, and their teacher sat down by the piano with his back to the door. Oh god, what a mess he was in. What was he supposed to do? Something was bound to happen, but he had no idea what.

"Mr Schue?" The soft voice startled him, and he turned around.

"Jesus, Rachel, you scared me!"

She smiled. "I'm sorry. I wanted to talk to you, you know, about the other day."

"Yeah... Yeah, I think we ought to..." She interrupted him.

"Mr Schue, I can see now that I've been a fool. I would never expect you to actually do something. I'm a teen, and you - a married father-to-be! It's madness to think that we could ever... Ever..." She started sobbing silently, and in the blink of an eye, he was holding her close. He stroked her dark, silky hair, and she leaned her head against his chest. God, she smelled good.

After a while, she tilted her head up and looked him in the eye. She didn't say anything, but the pain in her hazel eyes was enough.

So he kissed her.

And she kissed him back. She was an impossibly good kisser, her tongue playing games with his, her full lips touching his. He wanted this to never end, this moment to go on forever, and ever, and ever.

But suddenly, she broke free. "Oh my god, what are we doing? This is insane! You're my teacher, you're not supposed to behave like this! I'm supposed to be the inresponsible one, not you!" He pulled her close again.

"I'm aware of that. But right now I can't really think of anything but your lips. Please let me kiss you again." She shut her eyes for a moment.

"You know you can get fired. And imprisoned."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do. I can't believe I'm saying this, this is all I've been dreaming about lately, but you're behaving like a child."

"Rachel, I'm so tired of being the responsible one. I can't act like I'm not extremely attracted to you. You're... You're perfect."

"Except for the fact that I'm 17."

"Except for the fact that you won't let me kiss you."

She sighed, and then she gave in. This was her dream, why was she fighting it? She needed him so badly, and apparently he felt the same way. She smiled up at him, and he understood. Of course he did. They took of right where they'd stopped.