DISCLAIMERS: I do not own Glee
Well, I've started writing this just because I love teacher!Santana in a Pezberry story lol. If you're interested in this stuff, I recommend you this fic called "Si tu me dices ven, lo dejo todo". It's a wonderful fic by WriterGleek. The only problem? You have to understand Spanish xD
Santana was trembling with anticipation. It was her first day at McKinley High, a little high school from an unknown town called Lima, Ohio.
Well, obviously Lima hadn't been the first option she had solicited at the end of her career, but due to the little teacher per student rate present in that place, she had gladly accepted the four hundred extra dollars that she would be receiving each month. Yeah, definitely Santana Lopez was one lucky bitch.
When she arrived at half past seven a.m., already having prepared and planned her classes, the woman went to talk once again to the school's principal, an awkward Indian looking man called Mr. Figgins.
She hadn't even had enough time to knock thrice on the crystal door when Mr. Figgins had approached the door and opened it with an enthusiastic tug, immediately reaching out with the other hand and shaking Santana's vigorously.
"It's really nice to have you here again, Ms. Lopez" slurred the principal once thy both sat down, smiling goofily at her, intertwining his fingers on his desk, in front of him.
"The whole directive team wishes you a nice scholar year here, at McKinley, and hopes that you don't develop any kind of allergies or nourishing problems due to the poor state of the cafeteria's fridge and the food inside it." Santana tried with all of her might to not let repulsion take over her features, instead just allowing a tight smile and a nod.
"Good. So, as we already have solved the main issue" Santana, who had just gotten on her feet, looked at the floor long enough to roll her eyes without being caught, her show face forming the instant she straightened up once again. "I'm sure that you are wishing to fill your desk with those Hispanic distinctive symbols present in almost every Occidental house nowadays." Sending the short man one last fake smile and nodding once again, the teacher turned around, opening the door and waving one last time to the principal, who responded enthusiastically with his own wave, and closed the crystal door, taking a deep breath and thanking God that the meeting had been much shorter – and awkward, must not forget the awkward part – than she expected. Looking around the hall to remember the way to her office, the tall woman inspected the color and the design of the lockers.
Mmm, it reminds me of my high school years. Oooh, those were good days.
As the Latina looked to the various posters pinned to the wall talking about different clubs and associations, she wasn't able to see the petite figure who was just heading towards her, her own eyes caught up with some sheet music. Neither of the girls had even seen the other yet, when they ran into each other, making the smaller girl drop the music sheets because of the impact. Looking down immediately, Santana extended her arms as a signal of apology.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?" said the teacher, kneeling by the other girl and helping her regroup her papers. The petite brunette – who couldn't be older than seventeen – lifted her head, biting her lip shyly as she looked up at the woman.
Santana, for her part, had very literally suffered from cerebral death. The moment she saw those big brown eyes, that incredibly cute big Jewish nose, the pronounced cheekbones and that shiny hair, the air had been knocked out from her lungs. Blinking a few times, the Latina's brain finally caught up with the fact that she had been staring. Said girl straightened up, smiling at the few inches she had of height advantage when the other girl straightened up as well, and handed her the small stack of papers she had managed to collect from the floor.
"Here. I'm…I'm sorry about that" spoke up finally the older girl, worrying the back of her neck, smiling when she saw a blush cover the student's cheeks.
"It was nothing. I feel like I was partly to blame too, since I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Santana felt her smile widen at the sound of the girl's soft voice, a childish glint tinting her words.
Nodding her head and putting her sweaty hands in the pockets of her jeans, the Latina girl pulled them out immediately, making the smaller girl smile shyly again. Extending her hand, Santana waited until the smaller girl's made contact with hers to shake it.
"Nice to meet you…"
"Rachel. Rachel Berry. This is my… Junior year at this school" introduced herself the tiny brunette.
"Rachel. Mmm." Repeated the Latina, as if she were testing the way the name came out of her lips. And she liked it.
"I'm Santana Lopez, the new Spanish teacher" said the taller girl, once again pulling her hands into her pockets.
"Oh! I have Spanish classes this year with the new teacher. Who obviously, it's you" laughed a tad nervously the younger girl. "It will be nice having a teacher who actually knows Spanish." Both girls laughed at this.
Sensing that the conversation hadn't much more in it to offer, the teacher let out a puff of hair and looked apologetically at the girl.
"I'm afraid I have to go. Now." Said the Latina, making the girl frown in a way that Santana thought was completely adorable. Not. Not adorable. At all. God Lopez, center, ok? It's a student! Stop letting your hormones take over and just-
"Uuh?" asked the Latina, having caught off guard by a question from the tiny brunette.
"I said" repeated the girl, blushing at the thought of one of her teachers zoning out so obviously on her, "that it's been a pleasure meeting you. I hope we can get along." At the end of her sentence, the girl had turned an intense red color, making Santana chuckle lightly.
"Of course. It's been a pleasure meeting you too" said the woman, smiling at the brunette's shyness.
Finally, the small girl clutched the stack of papers tightly to her chest, nodding her head, and without saying anything, the girl started walking away. When she turned the corner, though, the brunette turned her head to look at the teacher once again, smiling shyly and blushing profusely at having been caught, only to disappear behind the wall a second later.
Santana, as the well rationalized and logical grown up adult that she was, wondered to herself about the breath taking girl.
What the fuck was that?
Well, sorry about the short chapter, but I'm actually writing this at like midnight, and my parents told me to turn the computer off at 11. So xDD
Besides, tomorrow at first hour I have a pretty important paddle match, so if I lose, I'll blame this site for not letting me sleep enough hours \0/
