9 Crimes

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of glee. I do not own '9 Crimes' by Damien Rice ft Lisa Hannigan (which is a great song).

AN: So I love this song, and I love Quill. So I decided to combine them both. The numbers in the story refer to the 'crimes'. Please let me know what you think. Rated M for smut.

Ruby


"9 Crimes"
(Damien Rice feat. Lisa Hannigan[ Both])

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded

Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?

Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?

Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?

Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
I give my gun away when it's loaded

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded

Is that alright?

Is that alright
Is that alright with you?
Is that alright yeah?

I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?

If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright with you?

I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No


1)

It's a small crime

"Alright guys- settle down! I know this is very exciting, and I'm very excited too, but would you please make sure you get those consent forms back to me by Wednesday, at the latest, as we will be leaving at 7.30 am on Friday- promptly... Santana, can I give you the responsibility of making sure that Brittany does not feed the ducks with her consent form like last time... It will be great if everyone can be there so that we can really make the most of this opportunity".
He smiled round at them, and for once everyone smiled back with genuine excitement in their eyes.

A trip to New York. A trip to New York with the entire glee club to first watch a Broadway musical, and then the next day, after the first of two nights at a four star hotel, to use the stage for rehearsal and attend several workshops during the time in which the seating in the theatre was being refurbished.
And some time for some free time in the evening and the next day.
He couldn't help doing a little happy dance across in front of the whiteboard, and the others were chattering and laughing, and he finally felt that he had the perfect opportunity to distract himself from the fact that thirty and single and singing and dancing just didn't quite fill that hole of loneliness.

The bell went, and he opened the door, nodding happily as smile after grateful smile was turned to him.
He was about to close the door as the chattering faded away down the corridor, when Quinn Fabray was there.
"Thank you, Mr Schue. This trip is just what I needed".
"You and me both", he said, seeing empathy and understanding in the blonde's beautiful eyes.
"It's gunna be great", she smiled, and he felt about a foot taller from the encouragement.


It was after school, and he had just collected up his pile of papers to mark that evening, and was thinking of some of the songs they can sing in New York, perhaps some duets, have the others give pointers, and then a upbeat group number with everybody getting solo parts to really bring together that feeling of being a team.
He heard a quiet sobbing, and it pulled on his heart strings, because he hated feeling so great if someone else was sad.

So he followed the sound of crying, along the empty corridor, almost slipping on the wet floor.
It was Quinn, and she was sitting against the wall outside the bathroom, her knees hugged to her chest. She looked away when she noticed that he spotted her, as though she was ashamed.
He quietly set down his papers and sat beside her, because sometimes someone just being there is helpful, and she might not want to talk about it.
He quickly realised she has been slushied, and he frowned because he had thought that was over.

"This jock had eyes just like Beth", she said after a while, and he had counted the chewing gum stick along the skirting board about five times.
"I couldn't look away- and I got slushied... Friday can't come soon enough, in between glee stuff it's just a bit flat- you know?"
He knew exactly.
"Yeah".
He doesn't know whether to hug her, because she sure needs a hug, but she might find that awkward and that's the last thing he wants to make her feel.
"Mr Schue?"
"Yeah?"
"Is it okay to hug you, you know, right now when there's no one to see?"

He answered by scooting closer and wrapping his arms around her scrunched up form.
It is an unusual position, but nevertheless very comfortable.
It was at least 5 minutes before she moves slightly in his arms.
"Thank you. You always know the right thing to say".
And he didn't think he'd said anything.
And it was a crime how stunning she managed to look with her make up all smudged, some crystals of slushy in her hair, and tears staining her cheeks.
And it was probably not a great idea to think that.


2)

It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you

Later, he was in the shower, and the hot water was beating down on his back, and his hand slips down to his semi hard cock. He stroked himself, groaning softly, but the images of those bikini clad girls on that commercial just weren't working for him that day, and, almost desperately, he remembered back over the day in an effort to come up with some helpful material.

And then a familiar blond danced across his mind, her hips swinging to the beat of the music, and a gorgeous smile stretched over her face, a smile that would surely stop the rain and clear the sky.
And he was so close, painfully close, but it was a crime to think about undressing one of his students, surely there are other things to allow him to get off.
He groaned, his heart racing and legs buckling slightly, as he came.
He stepped out of the shower, feeling like the worst person in the world to have enjoyed that so much, and the phone was ringing and he was still out of breath.

"Hello?"
"Mr Schue?"
Fuck. Whatever he did, he couldn't tell her he'd just been thinking about her.
"Hey Quinn, are you alright?"
His heart beat was refusing to calm down.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but you sound like you've just ran a marathon!"
He laughed nervously.
"What's up?"
"I was just going to ask you, when no one else can overhear, that in the minibus, can I please not sit next to Finn, or Puck... Or Rachel...?"
He thought for a minute, knowing that the seats were all so close together that was down right impossible.
"Yeah, but that would mean sitting in the front next to me", he said.
"Okay that's great, thanks, see you Friday!"
"Bye".
Crap.


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