A/N: Drabble in honour of the fact that today was the first day of school. (: One-sided or pre-Faberry, but not in an angsty way. The italics are just to emphasize the change in tense between Quinn's thoughts (in third person) and her explanation of what Rachel does. Reviews would be appreciated.
Quinn tries to pay attention in maths, she really does – it's just that Rachel Berry makes it difficult. It's Mr Sinacori's fault really, if she wants to get technical.
He read somewhere that having the seats in his classroom arranged in a horseshoe promoted "positive learning" – the only thing the cheerleader was learning sitting opposite Rachel Berry was that the other girl had killer legs. It wasn't like Quinn meant to look, exactly. It was just that every time the diva crossed and uncrossed her legs with a flourish, her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the tan skin on display.
If that weren't enough to make the teacher's ramblings about the cosine rule fall on deaf ears, then the way the star chewed her pencil definitely was.
It is easily one of the most sensual things Quinn has ever seen.
At the start of the lesson, Rachel would just tap it incessantly on the desk to the tune of some irritating Broadway song – and the girl watching couldn't help but find it adorable.
It makes Quinn wonder idly when her fascination with the girl stopped being purely sexual.
Gradually, as the lesson progresses and becomes more complex, the number 2 pencil would make its way to the brunette's sultry, pouting lips. If Quinn was really lucky, she would catch the hint of a pink tongue swirling around the eraser on the end.
Sometimes, Quinn wishes she was a pencil.
It got worse when she stopped wearing argyle and knee socks a couple of months ago, instead opting for clothes like the ones Kurt had picked out for her make-over daily – tight shirts with the top two unbuttoned, and short skirts that left a tantalising amount of flesh on display. She never once seemed to realise that her attire drove Quinn wild.
Quinn can't remember when she became such a perv.
Every day without fail, when the maths would get too difficult for Rachel's otherwise occupied mind, she would lean back in her chair and stretch in a way that made her cleavage pop and Quinn's mouth water.
It didn't happen often, but sometimes Rachel would catch her staring and offer a small wave. Sometimes, she would even smile – but not the same smile she gave everyone else. It would be shy, reserved. Because, even after all of their history, she thought Glee club made them friends.
Quinn wants so much more than friends.