Santana's POV

I don't know how long I was standing there just looking at her. My mind shoots back to this morning in her room, the note she left 'first day of work' fuck, how did I not see this coming!

I guess I was standing there for a while as all of a sudden the hallway filled with students rushing out to their next class. This left me and Quinn alone.

"Santana" she says to me, getting me out of my thoughts and back into the situation at hand, wait, the situation where I slept with my new English teacher who at the time didn't know I was her student and I didn't know she was my teacher? Yep that one. Fucking fabulous.

"sorry" one word. That's all I can say, just one tiny word.

"sorry? That's all you have to say? You're sorry for what Santana? Sorry you lied to me? Sorry that you're my student? That I'm your teacher? Which one is it huh? Because right now im fucking confused?" she looks angry, fuck I am so dead.

"look, I didn't know that you were my teacher, do you really think I would of gone after you if I knew?" I fire back.

"well I don't know. The fact that your still in high school and picking up random's in bars makes me think otherwise" ouch, that hurt.

"I didn't hear you complaining last night" I mumble, I can tell by the look on her face that she heard. Her face tells me she's even more pissed, damn she looks hot even when she's angry, fuck no, I should not be thinking about her that way anymore. Quinn is my teacher, my teacher was screaming my name in ecstasy last night nonetheless.

There is a long awkward silence between us I, were both just staring at each other wondering how and why this happened to two people who have an undeniably high amount of chemistry. It takes this long break for me pluck up the courage to say what I needs say, to get it off my chest.

"Look, we had sex Quinn, multiple times and im not gonna lie here, it was probably the best night of my life. you can't deny the chemistry we have, I know you felt it too. I know you're my teacher now and that fucks everything up and is really fucking shit because I like you, I like you Quinn, hell I liked you from the first moment I saw you" it took a lot but I said it, now the balls in Quinn's court. The whole teacher/ student thing, why should that stop us if it's what we really want, it shouldn't, right?

"san" she pleads. "you can't just say that me. Not now, especially not now that im your teacher. We just need to forget that it every happened" forget? How can we just forget about it?

"I don't know if I can do that Quinn"

She finally looks up to me, and puts on her best HBIC face on like she's restoring her natural authority.

"It's Miss Fabray now to you"

"Fabray huh? We didn't as far as last name last night ha" I try to make a joke to lighten the mood but it's just not helping. I cant help shake the feeling that this is not meant be this way. There's something pushing me towards Quinn. Why do I feel this way about someone I've known for not even 24 hours. This is crazy.

"why didn't you tell me?" I can see the tears in her eyes. I hate it knowing that I've caused that.

"What was I supposed to say? 'Hi my names Santana Lopez, I'm 17 years old and I got to McKinley high' yeah that works for a place where you're supposed to be 21 or over." Shit, I know I've screwed up now with the last part of that sentence.

"that's exactly it, Santana! You're supposed to be 21 or over! Not 17! If you weren't in that club last night we would not be in this situation right now!" yup, she's pissed.

"Im sorry! It was never my intention to do any of this! I don't want to cause stress and I definitely don't want to cause it upon my self" I don't know what to say anymore, it fucking sucks knowing I cant do anything about this or do anything to fix it.

"we just have to forget about it. That's all we can do" Quinn states. I know she's right, but I can't help but feel selfish.

"why cant we have more?" I already know the answer.

"Because im your teacher! Santana, there is nothing we can do about no matter how hard we try"

"so you're saying if you weren't my teacher we would have something?" I hint. I need to know.

"we don't get to answer that now" she mumbles. I know she wants this, she wants me and I want her. That's all the encouragement I need. I let it go for now but im definitely not giving up.

"Ok then, Miss Fabray. I guess I'll just get out of your way" I begin to make my way out of the classroom.

"Santana" she softly says and I turn around. "Im sorry too" and with that I exit the room.

Quinn's POV

FUCK! Of all the people in the world Santana had to be one of my students, the amazing mystery girl who gave me the best night I've ever had. I guess I can't put all the blame on her, we never did do the whole exchange last names and tell each other about our lives. Lust took over us.

Luckily my next class was in an hour so I could just sit at my desk and process all of this, not that this free time would help, it's going to take more than just one free period to examine this new information.

BEEP BEEP… BEEP BEEP…

I reach my my phone on the desk. It's an unknown number which I don't recognise.

I know you said to forget about it, but I need to let you know…

You looked really beautiful today.

San x

I felt my whole face blush, I know I shouldn't but there's something about Santana which I can't let go, she has an effect on me. Which is bad seeing as I have to teach her for the entire year. If only she wasn't my student the things we could be, god the things we could do, mmmh, no! pull it together Fabray, she's your student! Your very sexy student… fuck, im so screwed.

This is going to be a long year…