Santana's POV

I heard the clicking of heels against the concrete floor and turned my head to look in the direction of the door in time with 15 other people. Our teacher was late to homeroom on the first day of my senior year. She walked in and I took her in for the first time. She looked dishevelled and slightly unorganised but mostly apprehensive and I did a double take when she dropped everything onto the desk and took a long, drawn out sigh. "Good Morning, class. I'm Miss Harper" she said, her lips turning up into the smallest of smiles at which I narrowed my eyes. She is gorgeous I thought to myself, checking back into reality to make sure that I had indeed said it within the comforts of my own mind rather than aloud. Whilst she searched through the piles and piles of paperwork on her desk for an attendance sheet, I examined her a little more closely. Suddenly, I wished that I had picked a seat closer to the front but afraid that we would be lumbered with Mr Hawkins for another year, I thought it best to sit at the back so to avoid a spit shower that had the potential to ruin my 'First day of senior year' hair. She seemingly found what she was looking for because she looked up at the class, trying to decipher who's name belonged to who. I looked around and everyone else was watching her with open mouths and once against I had to check that mine was shut tight. She sat down, preventing me from checking out her slender legs in that taut pencil skirt but lucky for me, and the rest of the room, when she bent over slightly, her ample cleavage was on show for us all to admire. I licked my lips.

"Artie Abrams?" she called, looking up and scanning the room for the person that responded "Here". She did that with every person, identifying them and making eye contact for no more than a second. I was anxious for her to reach my name, to hear whether it rolled as delicately off of her tongue as I anticipated it would. "Santana Lopez?" she called out and I almost melted right then, even more so when her eyes found mine without even needing a response. The eye contact was so intense what I could barely even stutter out my response. "H-here" I said quietly after staring into her eyes for a couple seconds too long. She didn't even look away straight away and I wondered briefly whether the tick beside my name would be as neat as everyone else's. That was when she visibly shook herself and looked away, allowing me to let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding.

Once finished, she raised the piece of paper in the air for someone to take away to the office. Everyone sat there, stunned by her overwhelming good looks that none of us even dared to move an inch. "Someone?" she asked impatiently and I snapped out of the trance she had put me in to raise unsteadily to my feet. Me and 5 other people rushed towards the desk and she looked stunned when we all grabbed at the paper or maybe her hand. "I asked for one person" she said, looking over each of us individually. "I didn't know I'd have so many willing participants." I felt dumb and I wished that I was still sat in my seat, staring at her boobs. The people stood beside me looked at me in disbelief as though they couldn't quite believe that I had volunteered to do anything. She seemed to catch onto this quickly because she handed me the sheet of paper with a curt, almost sly smile and told me to hurry. Hurry I did, practically running down the corridor to get back in time to see her one last time before homeroom ended and we were dismissed for first period.

On my return I was completely out of breath, taking my seat and trying to control my heavy breathing. Miss Harper looked at me when I walked in and smiled in amusement. "I didn't mean you literally had to run, Santana.. but thank you" she said, embarrassing me in front of the rest of the room. I probably would have hated her for that if she weren't so hot but instead I playfully rolled my eyes and shrugged. "My bad".

She dismissed us soon after and I, along with everyone else ogling the new teacher, tried our hardest to be the last one out. Deciding not to be the class clown once again, I shoved my timetable and such into my bag and turned back to look at her one more time before making the brave decision to leave ahead of everyone else. She was looking back at me it seemed like and the sassier side of me decided to sway my hips hoping that she was still watching.

I thought about her through first period. It was French and to say I wasn't interested in French in the slightest was an understatement and that gorgeous, new teacher wormed her way into my mind in less than five minutes. I wondered whether she was straight, she probably was and I thought about how old she might be and called it as 23. Miss Harper. I wondered what her first name was. Jennifer? Rebecca? Brooke? I willed myself to stop thinking, I hadn't looked at another girl like that since Brittany and she was definitely too old, too straight and in my opinion, way out of my league.

It figured that I would have to see her more often than just homeroom and whilst before I was sure I'd be able to ignore my obvious attraction towards her, it became decidedly harder to promise myself that when I walked into her class for study hall and then again two periods later for Advanced Placement Calculus. She looked up at me through her long eyelashes and smirked. "Back again? You can't seem to get enough." she said and I briefly wondered whether it could be considered flirting. "There must be something about.. this room" I replied cheekily, taking the seat I'd claimed as my own twice already today. She laughed and shook her head and I made a mental note of how contagious her laugh is, giggling myself.

She came to help me in the middle of class, I understood the simpler formulae but the most difficult I was struggling with. "Okay.. For these equations the functions aren't presented simply as y=f(x), it's more difficult to express y in terms of x so they need to be differentiated to give dy/dx." she explained, talking me through it. I nodded although I still didn't understand, I'd been too distracted by the softness of her voice and her scent and how close she was to me to concentrate. I tried though and after asking the girl sat in front of me, I felt confident enough to complete the task she had written up on the blackboard. Her writing was neat and organised and it surprised me being that she didn't strike me as the most organised and.. together person I had ever met.

In true, Miss Harper fashion, she left just as clumsily as she arrived that morning, arms loaded with folders and loose sheets of paper that flapped in the wind, piled up almost as tall she was. I snickered mostly to myself as she walked across the parking lot where I was waiting impatiently for my mother to finish work and pick me up. It was almost 4pm by now and I figured she would be clocking off. "What are you still doing here?" she asked as she passed me, stopping and readjusting the piles in her arms. "Waiting for my ride" I sighed, checking the time again on my phone and smiling awkwardly at her. I watched her struggle for a few most seconds, laughing. "Would you like a hand?" I asked and I swore that she smirked. "Yeah." she said simply and I stood up, helping her out of her sticky situation and following her to her car. It was silent but not really very awkward, at least for me as I watched her ass. "Thanks" she said when we'd deposited everything into the trunk of her car, my eyes trailing back up her body, meeting her own and the smallest of smirks. "It's nothing" I shrugged, turning on my heel to walk back to my previous position. She watched me go and jumped into her car, waving at me as she set off for home.

Miss Harper POV

Getting a flat on my first day of school was definitely something I hadn't planned for when I woke up that morning and as I forced my car to the side of the busy highway, I cursed to myself in annoyance. It's all about first impressions and I guessed that my delay would not make for a very good one. Sure enough, it took me half an hour to get the tyre changed and another 15 minutes to drive into school, parking up my car and smoothing down my skirt before searching for the room that I had been designated to. I was not long out of college with only one solid year of teaching experience and I was nervous about getting another job so soon, teaching AP Calculus no less. I found my class and swung open the door, heads turning to look at me in surprise. I walked through the desks to my own, dropping everything onto it recklessly and let out a long sigh of relief before introducing myself. "Good Morning, class" I started, my eyes scanning the room and stopping suddenly. A girl, a really beautiful one was looking at me intently and I had to force myself to make my eyes continue on. "I'm Miss Harper" I said, flashing a small smile. A few people close to me mumbled a small "Hi", their eyes wide and intrigued as they seemed to stare deep into my soul, forcing my eyes down to my already messy desk in discomfort. Occupying myself, I searched for the roll call sheet, avoiding looking at anyone or acknowledging them looking at me. Once I'd found it, I scanned the room once more, calling out names and identifying who they belonged to, ticking them off as present. "Santana Lopez" I said, my eyes finding hers again. I didn't need her to respond to know that, that name belonged to her, it fit her perfectly. She was already looking at me, and I awaited her response patiently, trying to check her out as discreetly as possible. Why didn't she sit closer? "H-here" she stuttered and I had to fight a smile that wanted to take over my face. I looked at her and shook myself, forcing myself to look away from her again.

I held the completed sheet of paper in the air for someone to take to the office, confused when no one moved to collect it. "Someone?" I asked, a cluster of people rushing at me, my eyes widening in surprise. I looked at Santana and smirked, handing her the sheet. My reasoning was that she'd have to walk back down the isles towards the door and I'd have my first opportunity to check out her goods. What are you thinking? You have someone, Dani. I scolded myself though still checking her out as she rushed out of the door. My heart was beating fast against my chest as I watched her hips as they swayed.

I interacted with the other students whilst I awaited her return, ignoring the questions about my relationship status. Engaged. And my sexual orientation. Definitely lesbian. But decided to answer the question about my age. "I'm 26" I confirmed, almost glad that Santana wasn't in the room to hear that. When she returned out of breath, her chest rising up and down furiously, trying to push air into her lungs, I couldn't help but laugh. The thing that came out of my mouth next was sassy and almost certain to embarrass her. "I didn't ask you to literally run, Santana.. but thank you" I told her. She smirked and my heart sped up again "My bad" I heard her say, my eyes following her back to her seat. This girl is unbelievable.

I dismissed them but only acknowledged when she left, unable to stop myself from looking at her beautiful body again, she was beautiful. She was so beautiful but she was also way too young and way too straight and I already had someone. My fiance, she's beautiful too. Lilly, yes Lilly... think about Lilly. I tried to force myself to but I couldn't. I tried to reason with my mind, telling myself that it was just a silly, little crush probably and of course I wouldn't act on it.

It was harder to reason with myself when I'd seen her three times already that day, admiring her at the back of the class and looking away in time for her to look up at me. Lilly. Yes, the beautiful woman that probably wouldn't come home tonight, she rarely came home anymore. In fact, thinking about Lilly made Santana even more appealing and I tried my damnedest not to think about either.

Walking out to my car at 4pm, I noticed that I was doing so as unceremoniously as I had arriving that morning, showing myself up in front of Santana. Oh god, she'd seen that. I groaned, readjusting the things in my arms that were impairing my vision. I saw her, leaning against a railing looking like some kind of goddess. "What are you still doing here?" I asked, nodding at her reply and her offer to help. We walked to my car and I felt her eyes on me, briefly wondering whether she wasn't as straight as I had originally thought. I brushed it off and smirked at her instead.
I probably would have offered her a ride home if it hadn't meant spending more time with her, I didn't need anymore time to admire her and let this stupid, teenage crush develop. Also, my car as unpredictable as it was couldn't be trusted not to leave us stranded somewhere together, forcing us to fend for ourselves. I briefly considered it, driving her home and hoping that we broke down like I had this morning so that we could get to know each other whilst we waited for help, or rather get to know them luscious lips that she was blessed with, or rather cursed with in my case. "Thanks" I said, watching as she walked away, biting my lip. Snapping myself out of it, I got into my car and drove home.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Whilst I should have been thinking about where my fiance, I was thinking about my student. Whilst I ate, took a shower, laid in bed. Her.