A/N: Wow! Thank you all so much for all the Review's/Alerts/Favourites! It's insane, I'm really glad you like it. Well this is the start of the plot, it was quite fun to write because the 'Stunt' Quinn pull's was actually something that my best friend did to my teacher, it was hillarious!

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Chapter Two: Ignorance

A week had past since she'd last seen Quinn, a week since detention, a week since she had orgasmed in her classroom because of her student. Since then she'd managed to avoid the girl in the corridors, make up an excuse to leave the room every time she asked to speak to her at the end of the lesson and even walked home on the days when the punk had found the time to wait by her car. She thought it would get easier to forget, to put it behind them, yet here she was in the middle of her lesson, fantasizing about that same student walking in and taking her on her desk.

The bell for the end of lesson brought her out of her dreams and back into her classroom. She looked at the clock and noted that it was lunch and Will had called a Glee club meeting to introduce her to everyone.

The perfect distraction, just focus on the music and you're sure to forget about her Rachel.

She skipped out of her room and to the choir room, it was the same old classroom, same old instruments and the same old teacher stood at the front of the class talking to a bunch of students, half paying attention and the others were ignoring everything he said. Not much had changed around here.

"So, as I was saying, everyone, I'd like you to meet Miss Berry." The overly excited man waved for her to stand with him. "Miss Berry and myself will be running the club together from now on, together we're going to take you to Nationals!"

Rachel chuckled at his positive attitude, "Yes, it's nice to meet you all and to the few I know from my music class; I'm really glad you're here." She smiled at Santana, Brittany and Puck.

"You really think you can make us good enough to win against those Vocal Adrenaline kids?" Puck asked, testing her faith in the members of the club.

"Well, I need to hear you guys first but I'm sure we can put something together." She looked around and then turned to Will, "Um... Is this everyone?" She's counted seven in total.

"Yes, I guess we do need some new recruits." Will scratched his neck.

"Some? We need a lot more than this if you want me to help you win." She folded her arms and looked at the floor for a few minutes looking deep in thought, "We need you to all try and bring in as many people as you can, think you will be able to manage that guys?"

"Looks like we've already got a new member." Rachel's eyes moved to see Santana glaring at something stood behind her and following her gaze she found the Quinn Fabray. The girl was wearing a smug grin, proud that she's tracked her teacher down and that she couldn't run away from her here, not now without everyone getting confused and questioning her behaviour..

"Berry told me this was part of my detention, so here I am." She walked past the brunette and sat at the back of the room. The look of shock on Rachel's face was a picture; she knew this would be a good surprise. Holy shit! She's here! I didn't think she'd actually want to come and sing, I thought she hated the Glee club.

"No way!" A boy she'd seen in the corridor stood up rapidly. Rachel was pretty sure his name was Kurt. "She can't join Glee after the torture she put us all through."

"I'm not that bad." Quinn snarled, ready to pounce on him if she said anything else that would make Rachel like her any less. This was her last idea; she'd tried everything else but continued to fail at trying to get the diva's attention.

"Oh come on Fabgay, you're worse than me!" Santana looked back at the Skank.

"Fuck you, Santana." Quinn folded her arms and leant back, lifting her feet onto the back of the chair in front of her, just missing a gothic looking girl's head by an inch, "Miss Berry wanted me here, so I'm staying."

"Since when did you listen to what other people want? We were your friend and you ditched every single one of us, we were there for you and you replaced us for those skanks!" The cheerio replied. Quinn felt a pang of guilt. It was true she was once a member of the Glee club, head cheerleader and the perfect Christian. Until she messed up, everything in her life changed and so she thought, why shouldn't she change too? She grew apart from the gleeks, including Brittany and Santana who were once her best friends, but they wouldn't treat her the same if they found out her secrets, whereas the skanks did.

"Everyone stop." Mr Schue stepped in, finally. "If Quinn would like to come back then that's okay, Glee club is about forgiveness, we're a family guys."

"That bitch ain't part of my family." The Latina stood up, "I'm out, come on Britt-Britt."

The quiet blonde jumped to her feet, linked her pinky with Santana's and they walked out together, followed by Puck who mumbled something under his breath about football. After a few minutes the rest of the Gleeks had made their excuses and left the room.

"Well that went well," Rachel said. Mr Schue laughed but the look on Quinn's face told her that she wasn't taking this as easily. "They'll come around, don't worry about it."

"Don't be so sure, they're right, I'm horrible to them." Quinn sighed.

"Well it's nice to have you back Quinn, but seeing as though there's still half of lunch left, I'm going to go see Emma." Will waved and left the room, leaving the two girls together.

Take this chance whilst you can, Quinn. You need to make her talk to you, you just have to!

"Rachel-"

"Don't, just-just don't." Rachel stopped her, "I refuse to talk about this with you again, I thought me ignoring you made it clear."

"Stop pretending like you feel nothing for me." The punk was on her feet walking towards her.

"This can't happen, I'm not joking Quinn."The Diva crossed her arms in a huff as the teen raised her eyebrow questioningly, "I don't want this, and I don't want you."

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not." Rachel turned around and walked out the door, without so much of a goodbye.

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Quinn was standing underneath the bleachers with a cigarette hanging from between two fingers. She was alone, which was unusual for her. The rest of the skanks were normally here deciding who was going to be their victim for the day or discussing which of their pranks were the most memorable.

She was thankful for the quiet today, she needed to think. Since the first day they met she'd been unable to take her mind off Rachel Berry. The fact that the woman was now avoiding her was driving her crazy. She couldn't stop thinking about that detention, the way the brunette's lips felt on hers. Every time she'd tried to get her alone, the teacher had made up a lousy excuse to leave. It was frustrating and Quinn was sick of it, she needed a way to get her attention, a way to get her alone and have enough time to talk her round.

Mack appeared about half an hour later, "Fabray, what you thinkin' about?"

"I'm going to do something, something big." Quinn had her idea, the perfect plan to get Rachel to notice her, "which teacher do you hate the most?"

"Um... Other than Sylvester and Schue?" The skank asked, leaning back on the railing.

"Yeah, other than them." The girl nodded, taking in a long drag of her cigarette.

"Miss Parker, y'no our bitch of an English teacher."

"Really? I think she's okay." Quinn frowned.

"Yeah, she's okay until she throws a book at your fucking head for having your phone out in class!" Mack yelled.

Quinn chuckled, "I remember that. Okay, yeah, I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"Just make sure you don't ditch next lesson okay." The punk laughed to herself, becoming excited.

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"Rachel!" There was a loud shout from outside the room. She cringed, she knew that voice. She was tempted to quickly dive under her desk and hold out until he left but she was sure her students would give her away just for more entertainment, so she stayed put and watched Finn barge into her room nearly braking her door in the process. She watched him take a deep breath and try to swagger over to her desk, instead he misplaced his footing and he tripped, falling into her side. She caught him with surprising strength, relieved that she had never given up her morning workout and pushed him back up onto his feet.

He's so clumsy! Why did I ever date this oaf?

"Mr Hudson, what's the problem?" She asked, with an annoyed tone.

"There's been a bit of a situation-" He rushed out then stopped, "You look really pretty today, Rach."

The brunette pursed her lips in frustration as she stared hard at the boy wondering how hard she would have to wish to make him disappear, "Mr Hudson, this is not the time or the place for that sort of talk! We will discuss this later. Just tell me what you needed because if you didn't notice I'm in the middle of a lesson!"

"It's Quinn Fabray." He answered, "She's got herself into some trouble."

"Is she okay? What sort of trouble?" She was pacing, thinking of the worst.

"She... Locked her teacher in a cupboard." He said and the room went quiet for a second before it exploded with laughter and cheers. Rachel just stood there, blinking rapidly and her mouth wide open. No way, there's no way a student could manage to do that! Rachel do something, ask why he came to you for help, oh shit, maybe she told everyone!

"Um... W-why do you want me to deal with it?" She stuttered, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"She's asking for you, she refuses to speak to anyone else." He shrugged.

"So that means I have to deal with her?" She snapped, a bit too harshly at him.

"It's just that everyone was so impressed that you managed to get her into a classroom, let alone a detention so they thought she might listen to you." He looked down, like a child being told off by his parents and she felt a little guilty for being so patronising.

She sighed, "can you watch my class for me?" Why the hell did you say that? I'm so stupid, I'm going to have to see her now!

"Yeah, no problem Rach." He grinned looking back up from the floor, "Can I ask you a favour though?"

"What?" She gritted her teeth, he just never quits.

"Can I like, take you out for dinner tonight?" He looked so hopeful, "Just as friends, a catch up, please?"

"...Yeah, sounds good." She then left the room already regretting that she'd accepted the offer, but she thought it would be the perfect time to sit him down and explain how she wasn't interested in him, not one bit.

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"Rachel, I'm so glad Finn managed to persuade you." Will was leaning with his back leant up against the door, "She's refusing to co-operate."

"Co-operate? She's not up for a murder investigation Will." She snapped and pushed him out of the way and turned the handle. What the hell Rachel, don't defend her! The door opened and she entered the detention room. Right at the back of the class spread out over the three tables she had pushed together was Quinn Fabray, looking as mouth-watering as ever. Rachel gulped as the teenager rolled over onto her side, her eyes opening widely as she saw her teacher stood before her.

"Look who it is..." The punk looked back up at the celling, "I can't believe you actually turned up, after your dramatic storm out, I'm surprised you bothered."

"I know, I know, I've been avoiding you and I may have been a little rude for walking out like I did." She put her hands on her hips, "but that doesn't give you an excuse to put a teacher in the fucking cupboard Quinn Fabray! I mean what the hell were you thinking? I don't even know how you've not been kicked out!"

The rebel's eyes drifted down to the teacher's hips and then found herself staring at those legs, those perfect long legs. She closed hers eyes, imagining those legs wrapping around her waist. Shit, she asked me something, answer her Fabray!

"I thought it would be fun." She shrugged, looking at her nails.

"Fun? Fun! You're supposed to respect your teachers, they're role models!" Rachel stomped her foot on the floor.

"What like you? Do you really want me to fuck all my teachers up against the wall, Miss Berry?" Quinn asked walking forwards.

"N-no, that's not what I meant..." The explanation died in her throat when she found herself staring into her student's lust filled eyes.

"...Miss Berry?"

"What Quinn?" She swallowed thickly.

"Do you not like having me around?" She asked, arching her eyebrow at her and the corner of her mouth twitched upward.

"We can't be around each other, f-from now on we avoid each other at all costs, you can switch classes or something... We're done." Rachel took a step backwards.

"Actually, that's not exactly going to work." Quinn smirked. "You should probably get used to having me around, because my little stunt-"

"Oh I can assure you, this stunt was not little!" Rachel shouted, "You'll be in detention from now until-"

Now it was Rachel's turn to get interrupted and Quinn pressed her hand over her teacher's mouth to shut her up, "... From now until the end of the semester, I know, why do you think I did it?"

Rachel's eyes widened dramatically and she felt her heart rate increase. She tried to pull the hand away from her mouth but there was no luck, Quinn was too strong and so she decided to go for the more childish option to help with her escape.

"Rachel! Seriously? Did you just lick me?" The punk inspected the saliva on her palm, "You have no idea where my hands have been."

"I have a good idea." Rachel said quietly but seeing the students surprised expression she must have heard her, she blushed and her eyes began shifting rapidly, searching for anything that wasn't Quinn Fabray. "You seriously did this so you could see me?"

"Yes, I wanted to talk to you." She answered honestly.

"We can't do this." The brunette said quietly, "This isn't right, you can't think of me like this anymore Quinn, I'm your teacher."

"I know," she stated softly. "I just can't help thinking about you, since the day you came to find me in the bathroom. You're the first person to ever care where I was and if I was okay."

Rachel nodded, "Just try-try and forget, because you shouldn't have feelings for me."

"That doesn't mean I don't have them." Quinn moved into the diva's personal space and leaned down to whisper, "I want you Rachel Berry and I always get what I want."

Her voice in her ear and her warm breath on her neck gave Rachel goose bumps, her breath hitched.

"S-stop, p-please Quinn." The teacher pleaded.

"No." The punk shook her head and crushed their lips together in a desperate kiss, their tongues immediately tangling and swirling together.

God, she tastes amazing! Why am I fighting her again? Wait! What am I doing? Fuck! I'm letting it happen again!

Rachel used all the will left in her to push Quinn's chest away from her, breaking the kiss.

"We can't..." Rachel sucked in a breath.

"It took a lot of strength to push me away didn't it Rachel? You liked it; you want me just as much as I want you." Quinn told her as she leaned forwards and licked her neck slowly, hearing her teacher's loud moan she began to suck hard on her pulse point, only stopping when she saw the bruised mark.

"Fuck!" Rachel whimpered.

"You're mine." Quinn moved her lips back up to Rachel's, her hands latched onto the woman's thighs. She lifted her off the ground and onto the closest table. The teacher's hands made their way into the punk's hair, pulling her closer.

Just as Quinn's hand moved lower a knock on the door interrupted them. The punk looked to Rachel whose eyes were darkened and filled with lust and desire, the teacher wiggled out of her student's grasp and stood back up on the floor, combing down her hair with her fingers. She turned to the door trying to look away from her student, her face turning red with embarrassment.

"You owe me." Quinn said angrily, she didn't mean for it to come out like that but she was frustrated and really wanted Rachel.

"Yes?" The brunette shouted.

The door opened and Will appeared in the doorway, "Everything sorted?"

"Yeah, everything's cool Mr Schue." Quinn told him, "Right Miss Berry?"

"W-what? Um, yes-yes everything's... Cool." She agreed.

"So, you're okay with handling all her detentions then, good." Will smiled. "Well, I'll see you later then, oh and have fun on your date tonight, I just bumped into Finn and he's bragging about it."

She saw Quinn's body tense at the words from the corner of her eye. Perfect, absolutely perfect!

Question: Should Quinn have had Beth? If so should she have kept her?