A/N: This is the proper Chapter 2, how it's meant to be - it'll make a lot more sense now! Sorry everyone


Chapter 2: Feel The Heartbeat In My Mind

Santana smiled shaking her head at As Quinn looked down, Santana nodded confidently. 'That's right.' she answered simply.
The brunette simply nodded.
'Welcome to Acting 101.' she announced to the group. 'I'm Rachel Berry, and I'll be your main coach for the course for your final year, replacing Dr. Stein as he has sadly departed on health grounds. However as you already know, you will occasionally be split up with other coaches.'
Quinn watched the small brunette walk back and forth across the stage explaining what was to come in the course for the rest of the year, and of course Quinn kept getting distracted.

Her long tousled chocolate hair fell around her small chest against her black blazer that was slightly open revealing a white tank top. Her slightly exposed tanned olive skin had a slight sheen under the bright stage lights. Quinn felt her mouth beginning to dry watching the petite woman that was meant to be her coach. As she spoke she rested her hands in the back pockets of her mid blue jeans, leaning her shoulders back, revealing her chest as she walked. Was that on purpose? Quinn wondered. She shook her head. Of course not! Snap out of it Fabray! She looked to her right as she felt Santana's eyes on her. Santana's eyebrows furrowed and Quinn simply smiled back, hoping she didn't suspect anything.

She should have known with Santana, she wouldn't be so lucky. As soon as they got out of class, the questions began.
Santana smirked. 'I thought you weren't gay...?'
Quinn raised a perfectly arched brow. 'I'm not...'
Santana scoffed. 'The way you were looking at that little hottie in there says otherwise. Seriously Q, it looked like you wanted to take her down to pussytown.'
Quinn shoved her. 'D'you always have to be like that?'
Santana laughed and shrugged. 'What? I just speak the truth.' she said raising her head.
Quinn blushed slightly. 'It's so not true.'
'Try to say that without blushing.' Santana cackled. 'Aww Quinnie's got her first girl crush...'
Quinn punched the girl's arm. 'San, shut up!'

She breathed a small sigh of relief when Brittany appeared and linked pinkies with Santana just like they used to back in McKinley. Her relief didn't last long.
'How was your thingy?' Brittany asked innocently.
'Quinn here,' the brunette emphasised by elbowing Quinn in the ribs. 'has a thing for our new acting coach. Miss Rachel Berry.'
Brittany clapped excitedly. 'Yay Quinn!' she squealed. 'So does that mean you're Lebanese like me and S?'
Quinn rolled her eyes wishing Santana had never caught her out. Santana chuckled. 'No B, she just wants to taste Berry's berry.'
Brittany looked a little confused but Santana had shifted her attention back to a very uncomfortable Quinn.
'San!' she squealed. 'Shut up!' she hissed lowering her face.
Santana paused looking at Brittany, and then looked back to Quinn, her eyes twinkling. Oh no, I've seen that look before. Quinn gulped. 'Okay, I'll shut up...' Santana smirked.
'Really?' Quinn's shoulders relaxed.
'...If you take this bet...'
Quinn rolled her eyes, she should have expected a follow up. She huffed. 'What is it San...'
'You're gonna seduce Berry.' she said simply with a completely straight face.
'Are you out of your damn MIND?' She squealed higher than she ever had.
Santana raised a brow. 'What's the matter Fabray...? You scared...?' she taunted.
'No I'm not...'
Santana folded her arms. 'What happened to HBIC Quinn? She was a bitch but at least you had balls...'
'Hey!'
'Or did you leave her behind in Lima too?'
She narrowed her hazel eyes at the Latina. 'It's illegal San...'
Santana smiled and tapped her chin. 'Actually it's not...'
Quinn laughed. 'You looked it up?'
Santana shrugged. 'It's just...frowned upon...'
Brittany smiled at the other blonde. 'Go on Q...it'll be fun...'
'For you two!'
Santana nodded with a cocky smile. 'Exactly.'
Quinn narrowed her eyes at her again.
'Listen Q, it's not illegal. You're 22, meaning you're not a minor and she's god knows how old. Anyway, she's hardly a teacher, she's more like a stand in. Besides,' she shrugged. 'If anything goes down, you're graduating this year anyway, and she'll just skip back off to her Broadway dreamworld. It's no ones loss.'
Quinn laughed at her nonchalance. 'This is insane!'
Santana scoffed looking her up and down. 'You're such a chicken. I thought you'd still have it in you.' she shrugged again. 'Britts didn't think you'd do it. I'm actually starting to miss the old Q...'
'Fine!' the blonde huffed in defeat. 'I'll do it.'
A smirk spread across Santana's glossed lips. 'Thatta girl.'


Quinn opened the door to their dorm. 'What are the conditions?'
Santana laughed plonking down on the worn out brown leather couch looking at her. 'I knew the old Q was in there somewhere...'
'San...' she huffed.
Santana folded her arms and raised her chin in the air. 'You have 6 months to seduce and sleep with Rachel Berry-'
'Woah, hold on you never said anything about sleeping with her! I'm not gay San!' she interrupted.
Santana gritted her teeth. She really hated it when she was interrupted, and Quinn seemed to have a nasty habit of doing it.
'...I'm not finished... Lucy Quinn Fabray, you have 6 months to seduce and sleep with one Miss Rachel Berry. If you succeed in your task before graduation in your allotted time, I will pay you $1500 and I will do a lap of campus wearing nothing but a graduates cap...' Both blondes in front of her looked like their eyes were going to pop out.
She smirked. '...And if you fail your task...' Quinn's stomach flip-flopped.
'...I have to do a lap of the campus naked don't I...'
She propped her feet against the makeshift coffee table and chuckled. 'Oh don't think you're getting off so easy Q...'
Quinn eyed Santana's dark smirk.
'If you fail your mission, you will have to go to the Dean of Yale and confess your failed attempts at fucking a faculty member before stripping off in front of him, then doing your naked lap...'
'But won't you get in trouble too if I fail and have to tell him...?'
She laughed shaking her head. 'Oh no, Q I won't. Y'know why? Because you'll take full responsibility for this mission and you won't mention Brittany's or my name...'
She stood and put her hand on Quinn's shoulder. 'And just in case you try to cheat us, you're going to get proof of your escapade.'
'What kind of proof...?'
'Berry's panties and photographs.'
Quinn raised her chin folding her arms. 'When I win, I'm taping you streaking.'
Santana raised her eyebrow, amused. 'Do we have a deal, Miss Fabray?' Santana stuck out a perfectly manicured hand.

She looked between Santana and Britt and swallowed. Time to sell her soul for $1500.
Quinn took her hand and shook it firmly. 'You have a deal, Satan.'
Santana smiled. '6 months, Q...'
Quinn laughed. '$1500, S...'