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OKAY GUYS. Here's the beginning of my promised Glee fic! Thank you realdetective for answering my questionnaire LOL. I know it wasn't a lot of time, but anymore feedback is appreciated here.
Title: You Have the Time to Change Your Mind
Author: captbrilliant
Pairing/Character(s): Will/Rachel, Will/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: So far 869
Beta: lastfirewllrise
Spoilers: “Journey”
Summary: What to do when two want you?
The divorce was final, Regionals were over and Will Schuester was a free man… at least he was until the first day after summer break. There was nothing like the smell of the disinfectant the school janitors used to keep the halls and classrooms clean against the smell of his Cool Water cologne. It felt good to be back - there was a new sense of determination, a new year to define…
… And hello, Quinn Fabray…
Someone had managed to lose all of their baby fat… fast.
Will shook his head. ‘What am I doing?’ he scolded himself. ‘You’re the teacher, Schue, not the student. And pretty ex-cheerleaders are the last thing you need to look at.’
“Hey Mr. Schue,” Quinn waved a small wave in his direction, completely but subtly giving him a once over. “See you at rehearsal!”
He grinned, saluting her with his two fingers and kept walking towards his office. He would’ve said something more, but he wasn’t going to trust what would’ve happened if he did.
Not that it would’ve prevented what was about to happen next.
Will walked into his office to find Rachel Berry sitting there, waiting for him.
“Mr. Schuester!” Rachel started off. “Since Glee club is starting a new year in ‘new directions’ with our song choices and rehearsals and such, I was going to propose…”
But that was all that Will heard. There was something different about Rachel, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Was it the way she was dressed? No, she was wearing knee socks and a pleated skirt… typical Rachel-esque attire. Could it have been her hair? Nope, her hair was let down past her shoulders in the usual fashion. Was it…
“Mr. Schuester?”
Broken from his trance, Will looked up and met her gaze. “Do you think it would be okay?”
Nodding quickly, before he had time to react to exactly what she was saying, he blindly gave the go ahead. “Sure! I don’t see why not! Sounds great!” he clapped his hands together and Rachel squealed.
“Great! I’ll be over at your place at seven-thirty then!”
Will stopped smiling. “What?”
“And I hope you don’t mind if I bring over a few snacks… we’ll get hungry from all the brainstorming work!”
Blinking, Will stuttered to find his words. “Wait, Rachel-“
“See you in class, Mr. Schue!”
But it was too late. Will Schuester had a show choir planning date for the night. Wonderful.
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Around seven o’clock, Will had just gotten out of the shower and was in the process to drying his abundantly curly hair when he heard the doorbell. Only in his boxers and a towel draped over his shoulders, he went to look out the peep hole to find Rachel, quite early, her hands full with what looked like a pizza box, soda and a rather large, stuffed canvas bag.
“Um, hang on Rachel, I’ll be right there!” Will rushed back into this bedroom where he had his clothes laid out on his bed. He didn’t quite know why he did that, but somehow in the back of his mind he knew he would need to.
Will raced back to the front door and skidded to a halt in his socks, much like on ‘Risky Business’. He opened the door and instantly relieved Rachel of her load.
‘He’s always so very chivalric,’ Rachel mused. She closed the door behind her and followed him into the living room where the pizza and drinks were set up on the coffee table. She carefully plopped her ‘star in the making’ canvas bag next to her on one of the twin couches and Mr. Schuester sat on the opposite seat, facing her.
“Sorry I’m a bit early,” Rachel started the conversation by taking some paper plates from the table and setting up the food. “I know it’s more fashionable to be late, but I figure we have some important work to be done and it’s better to get as much done as possible.”
Will chuckled, as he poured the soda into the clear plastic cups. “Don’t worry about it. I’m always flexible on time for important issues.”
Rachel smiled. Carefully setting the drink down onto a napkin next to her food, she realized what was wrong.
He noticed the way her eyes lingered on the napkin a little too long and then his brain finally clicked to what was the matter. He jumped up and quickly made his way to the kitchen, where he dug out a fork from the drawer, returning a minute later to the living room.
He came up behind her, smiling and rested the fork on the napkin. "I knew something was missing."
Startled, Rachel jumped a bit when she heard his voice come from behind her. “Thanks for the fork,” she blushed, quietly.
Only then did he realize how wrong this whole scene was. Rubbing his forehead, Will quickly moved from behind her and back to where she could see him and vice versa.
“So, where do we begin?”
Title: You Have the Time to Change Your Mind
Author: captbrilliant
Pairing/Character(s): Will/Rachel, Will/Quinn
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: So far 869
Beta: lastfirewllrise
Spoilers: “Journey”
Summary: What to do when two want you?
The divorce was final, Regionals were over and Will Schuester was a free man… at least he was until the first day after summer break. There was nothing like the smell of the disinfectant the school janitors used to keep the halls and classrooms clean against the smell of his Cool Water cologne. It felt good to be back - there was a new sense of determination, a new year to define…
… And hello, Quinn Fabray…
Someone had managed to lose all of their baby fat… fast.
Will shook his head. ‘What am I doing?’ he scolded himself. ‘You’re the teacher, Schue, not the student. And pretty ex-cheerleaders are the last thing you need to look at.’
“Hey Mr. Schue,” Quinn waved a small wave in his direction, completely but subtly giving him a once over. “See you at rehearsal!”
He grinned, saluting her with his two fingers and kept walking towards his office. He would’ve said something more, but he wasn’t going to trust what would’ve happened if he did.
Not that it would’ve prevented what was about to happen next.
Will walked into his office to find Rachel Berry sitting there, waiting for him.
“Mr. Schuester!” Rachel started off. “Since Glee club is starting a new year in ‘new directions’ with our song choices and rehearsals and such, I was going to propose…”
But that was all that Will heard. There was something different about Rachel, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Was it the way she was dressed? No, she was wearing knee socks and a pleated skirt… typical Rachel-esque attire. Could it have been her hair? Nope, her hair was let down past her shoulders in the usual fashion. Was it…
“Mr. Schuester?”
Broken from his trance, Will looked up and met her gaze. “Do you think it would be okay?”
Nodding quickly, before he had time to react to exactly what she was saying, he blindly gave the go ahead. “Sure! I don’t see why not! Sounds great!” he clapped his hands together and Rachel squealed.
“Great! I’ll be over at your place at seven-thirty then!”
Will stopped smiling. “What?”
“And I hope you don’t mind if I bring over a few snacks… we’ll get hungry from all the brainstorming work!”
Blinking, Will stuttered to find his words. “Wait, Rachel-“
“See you in class, Mr. Schue!”
But it was too late. Will Schuester had a show choir planning date for the night. Wonderful.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Around seven o’clock, Will had just gotten out of the shower and was in the process to drying his abundantly curly hair when he heard the doorbell. Only in his boxers and a towel draped over his shoulders, he went to look out the peep hole to find Rachel, quite early, her hands full with what looked like a pizza box, soda and a rather large, stuffed canvas bag.
“Um, hang on Rachel, I’ll be right there!” Will rushed back into this bedroom where he had his clothes laid out on his bed. He didn’t quite know why he did that, but somehow in the back of his mind he knew he would need to.
Will raced back to the front door and skidded to a halt in his socks, much like on ‘Risky Business’. He opened the door and instantly relieved Rachel of her load.
‘He’s always so very chivalric,’ Rachel mused. She closed the door behind her and followed him into the living room where the pizza and drinks were set up on the coffee table. She carefully plopped her ‘star in the making’ canvas bag next to her on one of the twin couches and Mr. Schuester sat on the opposite seat, facing her.
“Sorry I’m a bit early,” Rachel started the conversation by taking some paper plates from the table and setting up the food. “I know it’s more fashionable to be late, but I figure we have some important work to be done and it’s better to get as much done as possible.”
Will chuckled, as he poured the soda into the clear plastic cups. “Don’t worry about it. I’m always flexible on time for important issues.”
Rachel smiled. Carefully setting the drink down onto a napkin next to her food, she realized what was wrong.
He noticed the way her eyes lingered on the napkin a little too long and then his brain finally clicked to what was the matter. He jumped up and quickly made his way to the kitchen, where he dug out a fork from the drawer, returning a minute later to the living room.
He came up behind her, smiling and rested the fork on the napkin. "I knew something was missing."
Startled, Rachel jumped a bit when she heard his voice come from behind her. “Thanks for the fork,” she blushed, quietly.
Only then did he realize how wrong this whole scene was. Rubbing his forehead, Will quickly moved from behind her and back to where she could see him and vice versa.
“So, where do we begin?”