For the First Time

by Lara D

Daphne's teacher has a dangerous past and a possibly dark future. Who would've thought he was the Mustardseed she had met in her childhood? Something's up, and it's up to this Grimm to discover the truth, and maybe find love in the process. / AU; Published with Permission of Jordan Lynde; Complete.

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EDIT: Wow. Turns out Doc Manager fixed the spacing. I am now offically best friends with him again. *hug*

A/N. I am so sorry this chapter was late. I came home at around eight, had to pack a lunch for school, had to help Hannah find her missing test that she needed to bring back to school, and I wasn't even halfway with the chapter. D: Hopefully you're not too mad at me.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. An hour and nine minutes just to get the first review. Darn. XD Just kidding. I'm still surprised I can get reviews fast! It used to be like a day before I got a response for a chapter. :D Thanks so much, you guys! :D

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More corny fluff. *cough*

Chapter 55: Good and Bad

Mr. Firay handed me a cup of tea. "Here. I guess I ran out of coffee."

"I want sugar," I demanded, looking at the cup of tea.

Mr. Firay gave me a flat look. "You know where it is; go get it yourself."

I pursed my lips at him. "But-"

"While you're at it, get me a spoon."

Pushing myself off the couch, I trudged into the kitchen without protesting. Mr. Firay was obviously stalling. He's the one who wanted to talk to me. Why was he making me suffer by avoiding the talk? I felt sick because of how much I wanted to know what the "bad" was. The sugar was right above the silverware drawer so I quickly grabbed it and the spoon before returning to the living room.

"Here," I told Mr. Firay, standing above him, holding out the spoon.

He reached up for the spoon, but instead of taking it, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down next to him.

"You can sit closer; I won't bite," he told me, amusement in his voice.

I blushed, causing him to chuckle. "Mr. Firay-"

"Matt."

"Matt," I corrected myself. "What do you want to talk about?"

Mr. Firay lost his grin. "Straight to the point, huh?"

"I feel like the roles are switched," I commented, smiling slightly. "Usually I'm the one skirting around the bush."

"It's about what happens if Bryant actually did get away," Mr. Firay admitted.

I raised an eyebrow. "Why aren't we talking about this in front of everyone else? Shouldn't they know?"

"Because this is about something they don't know about," he told me. "Well, Sage might know, but I wanted him out of my house."

"Something they don't know?"

Mr. Firay nodded. "Yep,"

I frowned at him, thinking deeply. What was something Sage might know, that I knew, but Wendell and Ariana didn't? Nothing came to mind right away. "I don't know," I finally said.

"If Bryant did escape," Mr. Firay started slowly, as if choosing his words carefully, "we're going to go to the police and tell them everything."

It took a second for his words to register in my mind. When they did, I gasped, my eyes growing wide. I started to shake my head. "No, Mr. Firay. No."

"Daphne-"

"If we tell them, won't you go back to jail?"

Mr. Firay stayed silent for a moment. "There's a chance," he admitted quietly.

"Then don't-"

"Daphne, if we tell them what's going on, then Bryant will go to jail as well," Mr. Firay interrupted, giving me a stern look. "If Bryant goes to jail, this is all over."

"But at the expense of you going to jail as well!" I protested. "That's not fair!"

"It is fair, Daphne," Mr. Firay responded with a wry smile. "I was told if I got involved with the gang again, I was going back to jail. I did get involved, and what's worse: I got three teenagers involved as well."

"I'm an adult," I stated stubbornly.

"Technically, you're still a teenager," Mr. Firay said softly. "And I'm responsible for getting you involved."

I shook my head. "We aren't telling the police."

"Daphne."

"We can't!"

"Daphne, you promised me you'd at least consider it," Mr. Firay reminded me.

"There's nothing to consider!"

Mr. Firay gave me a flat look. "Yes, there is. Your safety. Sage's safety. Ariana's safety. Wendell's safety."

"Your safety," I commented quietly, lowering my gaze.

Mr. Firay nodded. "I'm not as worried about that, but yes."

"I still don't want you to go to jail," I stated sutubbornly.

"You're being selfish."

"Can't I be selfish?" I cried, turning to look at him. "Can't I be at least a little selfish? After all I've been though, I can't be selfish?"

"Yes, you could, if it wasn't for me," Mr. Firay answered, his eyes piercing into mine. "Think about everyone, not just me."

I bit my tongue. What was I doing? Putting my friends safety over Mr. Firay going to jail? I didn't want anyone to get hurt anymore, but I didn't want Mr. Firay going to jail either. How could I choose? There was no way I could!

"It's not fair," I finally said, clenching my fists.

"Daphne-"

"I cut him off. "How can I choose between you going to jail and everyone's safety?"

"Daphne, obviously you should choose everyone's safety," Mr. Firay replied, giving me a hard look. "Don't be stupid."

Tears sprung to my eyes. Now I knew how hard it was for Sabrina to make decisions for me when we were younger. Mr. Firay was right. I knew he was right. If it really came down to it, I'd know what I'd choose. "Do you hate me?"

Mr. Firay's expression became bewildered. "What?"

"You can hate me," I told him, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "I would choose everyone's safety over you going to jail, Mr. Firay. I'd send you to jail if that meant everyone would be safe."

"I don't hate you, Daphne."

"It'd be easier if you did," I snapped. "I don't want you to go to jail!"

Mr. Firay sighed, taking my hand into his. "I know you don't. I know it's a hard decision for you to make, too."

I sniffed, grasping his hand tightly. "How can I send the man I love to jail?"

"Daphne..."

I lifted my head up to see Mr. Firay giving me a soft look. More tears filled my vision and without any hesitation, I shifted so I could hug him. He sighed quietly again as I squeezed him hard, doing my best not to cry.

"Daphne," Mr. Firay repeated, putting his arms around me. "This is only if Bryant doesn't get caught. It's only a slight possibility."

"I know that," I told him, burying my face in his shoulder. "But I love you, Mr. Fi-Matt. I don't want you in jail. I hate myself for choosing my friends over you."

Mr. Firay gently pushed me away from him. I pulled back, staring at him in confusion. His face was only a few inches away from mine. "I love you, too," he told me, brushing a stray piece of my hair out of my face. "So please, don't cry over me, and don't hate yourself. Hopefully it won't come down to this."

Mr. Firay moved his head closer to me, sending my heart racing. Within seconds, our lips met. I closed my eyes, enjoying the soft touch of his lips, and the taste of the tea he had been drinking earlier. Once again, his lips were slightly chapped. After a moment, he suddenly froze. Confused, I pulled away from him. He was staring at the T.V. screen, looking astonished.

My heart jumped into my chest as I quickly turned around to look at the T.V. The news was on.

"No way," Mr. Firay stated, pushing away from the couch to walk over to the television. He dropped his knees in front of it, putting a hand on the side. "Holy shit."

There was Bryant.

Handcuffed.

With the police.

Running across the bottom of the screen were words I couldn't focus enough on to be able to read. My heart was pounding in my chest, watching as the police led Bryant towards the local jail.

"Suspected for attempted murder?" Mr. Firay muttered. "They must've found the same finger prints on Bryant's gun as the one that shot Wendell. Unless they were the same gun."

I staggered forwards and sagged next to the T.V. with Mr. Firay, unable to tear my gaze away from the scene. A quiet laugh escaped my lips, and then a louder one. Mr. Firay finally took his eyes off the television, glancing at me quickly. I began to giggle harder, crossing my arms over my stomach. Mr. Firay raised an eyebrow.

"You good?"

I shook my head, feeling my eyes water again.

"What's wrong?" he asked, now sounding confused. "Tell me."

I forced myself to stop laughing. Running the back of my hands over my eyes, I cleared my throat, giving Mr. Firay a crooked grin. "After all that...I really thought for a moment that Bryant would've somehow escaped the police. I thought you were going to go back to jail and for no reason. I thought we wouldn't be able to see each other. I thought-"

"Daphne, shut up and kiss me."

Before I could protest or comply, Mr. Firay grabbed my head, bringing it closer to his. For a second time, my senses were overrun by the smell of his cologne, the gentle caress of his breath, and the proximity of his face. Our lips met, a little roughly, and our teeth knocked together. I immediately pulled away, blushing.

"Sorry," I stuttered.

Mr. Firay chuckled quietly. "That was probably my fault. Let's try again." He leaned towards me again, and I stayed stock still as he kissed me, much more gently this time. After a second, he pulled away.

I pouted slighty. He never let a kiss last longer than five seconds. He smirked at my look, and then kissed me again, pulling away before I could react.

"Stop that," I demanded.

"Stop what?" he asked innocently.

I glared at him. "Pulling away before I can kiss you back."

"Like this?" he asked, quickly pecking me on the lips.

"Just like that!"

Mr. Firay cocked his head to the side, smirking again. "Well, if you don't want me to kiss you like that, why don't you kiss me?"

I stared at him in surprise. Me kiss him? My face grew hot and I looked away. Mr. Firay chuckled, putting his hands on my waist, making me jump.

"Can you do it?" he asked in a teasing tone. "I don't think you can."

I turned to glare at him again. "I-I can!"

"Prove it."

Blushing furiously, I leaned forward. Once again the scent of his alluring cologne filled my nose, and I hesitated only a second before pressing my lips to his. To make sure he wouldn't pull away, I moved my hands to the back of his head, tangling them in his hair. He responded to the kiss, moving his hands from my waist up to my back. There was a slight pain on my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth in protest. Mr. Firay wasted no time from turning the kiss into a French one. Soon enough, I was breathing heavily, trying to intake air while attached to the lips of Mr. Firay. We had definitely passed the five second mark this time.

Suddenly, Mr. Firay pushed me away, his chest rising and falling quickly. Confused, I stared at him while trying to catch my own breath. He shook his head, leaning back onto the couch.

"I wasn't expecting that," he commented, still slightly breathless. "I thought I was your first kiss?"

"You were," I told him.

"Then where'd you learn to kiss like that?" he demanded. "I've only kissed you twice before this."

I blushed. "I didn't learn anywhere..."

Mr. Firay groaned, running a hand through his hair. "This is going to be hard."

"What is?"

"Keeping myself controlled," Mr. Firay informed me. "If you can kiss like that..."

I blushed deeper, ducking my head. "Why do you need to?" I almost gasped as soon as the question left my lips. Pressing my lips together as tightly as I could, I avoided Mr. Firay's gaze. What had I just asked? Why had I just asked that?

A sigh left Mr. Firay's lips. "Well, that brings us to the second thing I want to talk about..."

I looked back up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Daphne, I'm your teacher."

"Obviously."

Mr. Firay cracked a small grin. "You know a relationship between a student and a teacher is forbidden, right?"

"Right..."

"If we want to be together, it has to stay a secret. Only you, Sage, Ariana, Wendell, and myself can know. If anyone finds out, I'll be fired and you could be expelled."

"I already know that," I responded, frowning slightly. "But what's that got to do with..."

Mr. Firay held up his finger. "Let me finish. I don't plan to get caught, but if we did, and you and I had a more...intimate relationship, I'd probably go to jail."

"Intimate like...?"

"Physical," Mr. Firay responded awkwardly.

Immediately, my face felt like it was on fire. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out -my mind had gone completely blank. I should've known what Mr. Firay meant! Now it was awkward. I struggled to think of something to say. "I-Uh, I...Right. I gotcha," I muttered, ducking my head. "I don't...I don't need..." I wanted to shoot myself. It wasn't that embarrassing!

"We'll be careful. At least until you graduate," Mr. Firay continued, smirking at my awkwardness. "Then we can openly be a couple...If you want to."

I looked at him in surprise. "Of course I want to! Why if?"

Mr. Firay hesitated for a moment, suddenly looking unsure. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Daphne..."

A frown slowly appeared on my face. Mr. Firay was using his "I-have-something-to-say-and-you-might-not-like-it" voice. I hated that voice. I glanced up at him warily. "Yeah?

Mr. Firay abruptly looked away from me, mumbling something so fast that I couldn't catch it. I squinted at him, cocking my head to the side. "What?"

"Are you sure that you want to be with me?" he repeated more clearly, sounding embarrassed.

"Huh?"

"I'm not repeating it again," he snapped, hunching his shoulders.

I shook my head vehemently. "No! I heard you. Why would you ask that? Of course I want to..." I trailed off.

"Even though I'm a lot older than you?"

"If Sabrina and Puck can do it, so can we. A few thousand years is nothing," I assured him, surprised to see such an insecure air about him.

"And you don't care about my past?"

"Not at all."

"And you don't care that I used you as a replacement for the other Daphne in the beginning?"

I cocked my head to the side. "No...Why are you asking all these questions?"

Mr. Firay kept his head away from me. "I have my doubts too, you know."

Sage's words suddenly whizzed through my head. While you doubt yourself, Matt probably doubts himself as well. I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. Sage was right. I wasn't the only one who had doubts. Mr. Firay had just seemed so sure of himself, it didn't seem like he had any doubts. While I was doubting myself, Mr. Firay was probably thinking the same things.

"Sage told me I should tell you them," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "It really doesn't suit me..."

I shook my head. "Not at all."

Mr. Firay looked at me again, frowning slightly. I smiled at him. "Sage said the same thing to me before. That's why I blurted out all those bad things about me-"

"Good things," Mr. Firay corrected.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, but my point is that if you hadn't said you had doubts, I wouldn't know."

"I don't mind."

"I want you to tell me any time you have doubts," I insisted. "It's not fair for you to have to put with me all the time."

Mr. Firay smiled slightly. "I don't put up with you. But, since I'm throwing away my machismo right now, I have one more doubt that I'd like to ask you about..."

"What?"

"You don't care that I'm a lying, devil fairy of a teacher?" Mr. Firay asked, a smirk playing across his features. So much for the insecure air.

My cheeks blazzed, remembering that old nickname. How had he known? I don't...I don't mind."

"Good," he responded. "I wouldn't let you go, anyways. I'm a shameless man, Daphne."

"Which is fine, Mr. Firay," I responded with a grin.

He smiled smugly at me. "So, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

I stared at him in surprise, taken aback by his forwardness. Had Puck been this forward to Sabrina? Another blush spread across my face and I looked away from him. "Yes," I finally murmured.

"On one condition then."

My head snapped up so fast there was a tiny snap as it cricked. I winced, rubbing it with my hand. "Condition?" I repeated incredulously.

"It's nothing much," he assured me with a shrug.

I frowned. "What is it?"

"From now on, you have to call me Matt."

I blinked. "That's it?"

"That's it," responded with a nod. "Easy, right?"

"That's too easy, Mr. Firay!" I responded with a laugh. Then I realized what I said and pressed my lips together tightly.

Mr. Firat snickered, smirking again. "Too easy, huh, Daphne?"

I scowled. "Just you wait."

A/N. OH MY EFFIN PUCK. I'm about to go insane. I mean it. I have never spent such a long time on a computer just WRITING A CHAPTER. It's driven me nuts. I have no idea how MB can do this. He must be some super human. -_- MUST. SLEEEEPPP.

There you go! Not much of a cliffy, right? ^^ Hopefully this can keep you guys still until Friday. Or Thursday.

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Ftft3: First, nice username. ;D Second, lol! No, actually, it's kind of ironic -I imagine Ariana as Victoria Justice. XD It's funny that they're both on the same show, but Ariana from FTFT looks like Tori Vega. :D Thanks for the review!

killer bunnies: I'm glad you liked the funny parts. :D Thanks! Well, I hope this chapter gave you your answers. :D Oooh, me too -just because my phone is like my link to FanFiction...besides the computer. :D

PenguinLoverGurl: Lol, really? Cool. And correct! :D JH is awesome. :) YAY! A person like me! Oh, sheez -with PJO? Man, that must've been horrible. The movie and book were pretty far off... :D Aw, thank you! LOL! HDU back at you!

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PenguinLoverGurl: Oh, wow! That's awesome! But you need to go to the Philippines. You're not really Filipino until you get to go there. ;D REALLY? My grandma's house just got rebuilt -it looks fancy shmancy. And there's two bathrooms now! Yaya! No more having to walk all the way downstairs to go! :D Thanks!...Man, you're so going into my favorite reviewers list. :D That could be universal if it went like this, "Yes, I'm a happy, mega-reader! And I love to come review!" :D Thanks again!

killer bunnies: Me too. :D Sage is really an older, non-Everafter Puck that's British and looks like Josh Hutcherson. :D Lol -so true. I'm glad you liked the kiss...OMG! THOSE *wags eyebrows*! I almost forgot about them! *wags eyebrows* That's alright -we all have fears. :D Geez, did you have to say that? Now I'm having pre-cruise jitters. :D I don't think I'm going to die if that happens -I can swim. :D But it would sosuck if I lost all my belongings...But because I won't be going until the first week of April or so, I can pack a water resistent backpack. :)

Countrygirl: Thanks! Oh, and Sage was acting. :D He's good at that.

Splutter, splutter, splutter! Okay, so on Wattpad, there's this author I've fanned, justgrace, so all alerts that tells me when she's updated goes to me. A few months ago, she started a boyxboy story called Love Like Woe, and I don't really like boyxboy (except Hetalia. That's an exception because there's less than 1% of girl countries), so I've never bothered to read it. I got another alert and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when I read the chapter title: Oberon. And I was like, "WHOA!" So I just had to click on the link to the story. And boy was I shocked. On Wattpad, you can have a "Cast List" for your story and this is what it said:

Tom Felton as Theo Frost (Puck's Love Interest)

Logan Lerman as Puck Cainly

Labrador Puppy as Oberon

I totally had a WTPUCK? moment. Really. I did. By the way, the story wasn't a FanFiction -s'posed to be an original story, and the names Puck and Oberon were only based on AMSD. But yeah. And then I checked out the summary. Apparently, this "Puck Archibald Cainly" wants to get 'laid' because he wants to get it over with and thinks he's with this girl named Palmela or something. He looks at the bed he was in and finds out it was a guy. O.O Thank goodness we know Puck Goodfellow would never do this to our dear Sabrina. XD But yeah -surprising, huh?

Wow. Long A/N. Welp, that's it for Sunday -I'm so tired. I had to babysit THREE kids younger than ten. A seven year old, eight year old, and nine year old. DX

I know the spacings weird –IT MUST BE- and there must be tons of errors. I'm so sorry. I'm tired. I need sleep. I promise I shall fix. D:

'Til Friday!

~Lara