CHAPTER ONE – THE PROPOSITION

For William Schuester, today had been one of the most special days of his entire life. Today all of his kids were home except a few that couldn't make the trip. Everyone wanted to be back in Lima for the dedication of the Finn Hudson Auditorium. 2020 was turning out to be a great year for the Ohio School of the Arts at McKinley High School. As Principal, he was doing a phenomenal job of making sure his students were successful. All 37 of his seniors were going to college across the country on full ride scholarships for different arts programs. His drama department had won the state championship and placed 3rd nationally, his orchestra was asked to play at the inauguration (though it helped that Sue Sylvester was vice president). But most importantly to him, his protégé Sam Evans led McKinley to its 4th national championship. He was proud of his school, but he was more proud of Sam. This kid that came to McKinley as a naïve young sophomore had turned into a young man with a heart of gold and a willingness to do anything for his students.

"What are you thinking about, Mr. Schue?"

Will looked up from his desk and saw Sam standing there, hands deep in his pockets. He was still wearing his white polo and red pants from the "I Lived" performance. He smiled at his former teacher and boss.

"I was just thinking how great it is to have all my kids home," Will leaned back in his chair.

"Well not everyone, but I just got off the phone with Rory and he and Marley met up in London. They're on the same plane back to the States so they'll be back in time for the rehearsals and the benefit show this weekend."

"That's good. That's exactly how Finn would have wanted it. Now hopefully we make enough money at the benefit to keep things afloat for another few years," the principal revealed his one worry.

"Chill, Mr. Schue. Things always work out the way they are supposed to. You should know that. Look at you and Mrs. Schue. I never even knew platonic marriage existed especially after having sex and two awesome kids together, but you did that for her because of her conditions. It's really cool of you. You always do what is best for the people you love . . . me included."

"Sam, we have that in common, and if you're referring to me picking you up from that club and keeping everyone from knowing about your little binder that was a year ago and no one knows about that but you and me. Besides, look at everything you have done for these kids since then. We do the best things for the people we love and you love these kids more than anything else."

Sam knew he was telling the truth. "They helped me get over her leaving me. Swearing off women to give all my time to these kids was the best decision I've ever made. My mind has never been clearer," Sam appreciated Will's candor, but he still felt weird talking about himself and his personal life. "Look, Mr. Schue, don't worry about the finances. We're both good men. Karma has to be good to us eventually, right? I have to believe that right now."

Will saw the stress momentarily cross his face that Sam tried so hard to always hide. He also knew it was the first time he'd seen that look in months and he knew why. "Are you doing okay with Mercedes being here? Did I do the right thing by warning you?"

"I knew she'd be here. Mercedes was an original with Finn. I wouldn't expect her to miss this, but I won't lie. When she walked out on that stage it was difficult to keep it together. Luckily, she wasn't the only one there," his expression changed to happiness quickly at the thought.

"Yeah, having your best friend back in town must be a great distraction," Will had flashbacks of all the times that Sam and Blaine had adventures together. "Are you and Blaine going to get some time to hang out while he's here?"

"Ironically, Mercedes being here is helping with that," Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "Kurt is going to hang out with the girls so Blaine and I are meeting up with a bunch of the guys to have dinner at Breadsticks before rehearsal tonight. Do you want to join us?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I need to look at our books again. We have to turn in our budget proposal to the State Board of Education tomorrow and I need to make sure it is going to work," Will picked up a stack of papers off his desk and started looking through them. "You can bring me back some alfredo though if you don't mind. I doubt I'll have time to go out before the rehearsal starts."

"Will do," Sam smiled as turned to leave. "Text me if you need anything else, and stop worrying! Things will work out for us."

As Will watched him walk out the door, he smiled at the unwavering optimism that Sam possessed. He wished that he had some himself. His phone buzzed and he saw a random text from Holly Holliday.

Holly: Sorry that I couldn't be there this week. I'm teaching in a Manhattan hippie school for the

month. I'm even getting to do an afterschool music club. But anyway, I'm sending you a solution to your problem. Someone you actually know has an indecent proposal for you that you might actually enjoy. Take it. It's a lot of money and you need what he's offering.

"What are you up to Holly?" Will wondered to himself.

"Mr. Schuester," the intercom on his office phone announced. "There is someone here to see you. He says he knows you from when he was in high school and that a Miss Holliday sent him."

"Okay, Nancy, send him in," Will declared. He stood and straightened his sweater vest to look presentable for his guest. When he watched his guest walk into the office, the revelation of who it was surprised him more than he expected.

"Long time, no see Mr. Schuester. I think you look better now than the last time I saw you five years ago,"

"Sebastian Smythe?" Will wondered why he would be there. The young man looked like a million bucks in his $10,000 suit. He'd heard how he'd done since high school. Having just graduated from law school, he'd been immediately made Vice President of Smythe Industries and gained full run of the company as his father began making his bid for Governor.

"Sit down, Mr. Schuester, I have an offer you will not want to refuse," he grinned like a Cheshire cat. Will moved to sit down in one chair in front of his desk while Sebastian sat in the other one. "My father is very impressed with what you have done here. Between you and me, he is even more impressed with the fact that he can say he's been behind it since the very beginning and that he can use the fact in his campaign that he has helped introduce your education model into 13 other states."

"I guess I should thank him for that," Will wasn't sure how to respond.

"Dad's a prick, but he'll make a good governor. Right now, however, he is not the one that has prepared Smythe Industries to make this school one of our primary charities," Sebastian revealed.

"Seriously?" Will couldn't believe it. This would solve all of his problems. He would be able to do everything he needed for the school. They could take in more students, hire more teachers, and most importantly, pay all their bills to keep the doors open. "Sebastian, everyone at this school would benefit greatly. I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything," he smiled. "I do have my price, and we'll get to that in a minute, but what you've done here is incredible, Mr. Schuester, and even a trust fund baby like myself can see that. I know firsthand how the arts have helped me in my life, and every child should get that. The Warblers literally and figuratively saved my life, and your crew helped me realize I needed a change in attitude as well. Then when I was in college and I heard about Dalton burning down I jumped at the chance to help. But New Directions was already there taking in all the boys and giving them a great education here. You were never my teacher, Mr. Schue, but I do have tremendous respect for you and what you've done here. Please know that."

"I appreciate that," Will didn't know how to react. Obviously this young man had changed a lot since the last time they interacted. However, there was a twinkle in his eye that disarmed him. "Why do I get the feeling that there is a catch?"

"Because you remember my reputation," his smile glistened. "My father wants me to keep my gayness private during his political campaign. He's not asking me to go back in the closet, but he doesn't want me going to bars and bringing home guys. He suggested I find a handful that I spend time with that will keep things private. Turns out that all the boys . . . and men . . . I have my eyes on happen to be connected with this school. What can I say? I have a type."

"What type is that?" Will wondered how far he could actually accommodate Sebastian's request in order to help his school. He couldn't believe he was even considering it.

"With the beautiful Blaine Anderson as the only exception ever, my type is so-called straight boys who just haven't tried it yet. You have a lot of those around here."

Will swallowed. He could only imagine what ideas floated through this young man's head. "Who are you talking about?"

"Well I did just watch Sam walk down the hall before walking in here. I'll give you $5,000 for a picture of him naked," Sebastian's eyebrow raised. "And that's not from the company. Just my own personal interest and a bonus just for you not the school."

"I couldn't do that to Sam," Will refuted.

"It's just one step further from his old underwear ads. I can't tell you how many times I've enjoyed those before," he loved making the 40-year old teacher blush. "I'll give him the same amount if it helps."

He knew how hard it was to survive on a teacher salary. He also knew how small the apartment Sam lived in was. He wondered if Sam would do it for the money. "What exactly is your offer, Sebastian?"

"Smythe Industries is prepared to donate $1 million to your school every year for the next decade," the young business man offered.

After hearing the offer, Schuester knew there was no way he would turn down the offer. There was nothing Sebastian could want that wouldn't be worth getting that kind of money for his school. That would get him all the way to retirement.

"And what would you want from me?" he braced himself for the answer.

Sebastian just stared at him. He reveled in the feeling of making this authority figure blush. Will watched as the young man's gaze lowered to his crotch. "I have daddy issues, Mr. Schuester."

"What does that mean, Sebastian?"

His gaze turned to the second door in the office. "Is that a private bathroom?" Smythe assumed.

"Tell me what you want, Sebastian."

"For starters," he leaned forward and placed his hand on Will's knee. "I want to see all these muscles you keep hiding under those sweater vests."

"I don't know if I can do that," Will shook his head.

"What if in addition to the charity grant, I start a college fund for your two children and put money in there every time you fulfill one of my little fantasies."

Payment for his little boy and girl's college? Full funding for his school for ten years? How could he turn it down?

He couldn't.

"What do you want me to do?" Will agreed.

"Good daddy," Sebastian winked at him. "For now all I want is to see you naked, Mr. Schue, so go in your bathroom and get that hot body of yours ready for me."

He sat back, crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head. "Just call me when you're ready for me. No rush. I've been waiting years for this."

Will stood from his seat and walked to the bathroom. In his head, the dollar amounts Sebastian suggested to him repeated over and over again. He was proud of his body. He looked incredibly well for his age. Just letting Sebastian see him naked was no big deal . . . not if it gave his school millions of dollars. He left the door to the bathroom open and stared at himself in the mirror. He mentally needed a moment to pep himself up for this.

He pulled off his sweater first before taking off his watch. He folded each article of clothing up and placed it into a pile on the counter. His shirt followed the sweater. Looking into the mirror, he flexed making himself feel good about how his body looked. He sat down on the toilet and took off his shoes and socks before standing back up and undoing his belt. His pants and underwear were soon folded up and on the counter with the rest of his clothes. He took a deep breath preparing to call in the man in the other room.

"That ass is better than I expected."

Surprised, he turned around completely to find the Cheshire grin of Sebastian's staring at every inch of him as he leaned against the doorframe.

"And the front is even better than the back," he walked inside and shut the door behind him. "You are definitely 100% DILF material."

He crowded the older man's body with his own and could feel his reaction between them. "That's what I thought. I knew you couldn't be around all those hot boys of yours and not be a little curious."

"You got to look, Sebastian. That's what you asked for," Will whimpered as he felt the younger man touch his arm with his fingertips.

He stepped back. Will didn't even see him pull out his phone, but he did see him take a picture of him in all of his glory. Before he could protest, Sebastian crowded his body again and covered Will's lips with his index finger.

"Yes I did, Daddy, and I love how hard you've gotten for me so quickly. You'll have your money by the end of the day tomorrow but this," he said as he wrapped his hand around the principal's manhood, "this makes me think you'd be willing to do more. After all, it's been over two years since you've had sex. Yes, I do my research. Just imagine all of the dirty things I could do for you and make you feel things you need to feel again."

"I shouldn't . . . I can't," Will began but stopped when he looked into Sebastian's eyes and everything changed. "Finish me off."

The change in the former Glee teacher's mindset surprised him but he didn't want to lose the chance to leave him wanting more. He leaned in and whispered into Will's ear, "I want you to want even more from me especially when I can make you do this in two moves."

He licked Will's ear and nibbled on the lobe. "That's one. This is two."

He pressed hard below Will's balls with one hand while stroking him once with the other and Will couldn't hold back. He came into Sebastian's hand while listening to the young man giggling softly in his ear. "Now you want me to do more and hopefully it's not just for the money."

Will tried to compose himself as he watched the boy in front of him lick his fingers clean.

"Get dressed, Daddy. I'll be by in the morning to bring you that check and the money for the college account we'll open for your kids. You bring me that picture of Sammy boy and we'll talk about what I'll do for you next."

And just as quickly as he came, Sebastian was out the door. Will turned and used the toilet paper to try and clean himself up. He looked up in the mirror as he did so and realized he was smiling. He hadn't felt that good in a very long time.

Maybe this was wrong. But he liked it.