A/N:Hi guys! Thank you so much for the follows, favs and reviews. I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint.

xxDark Angel Babyxx:Rachel isn't in glee club and doesn't like to sing in this story.

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Chapter Three

The last few days had been intense for Quinn. She knew that starting a new job would take some time to adjust and she had been enjoying teaching the students at McKinley. Well some of the students anyway. She also knew that the first week at any job was difficult, but she had never imagined her passion of teaching could be consumed by negative thoughts.

She remembered how her love of teaching had first started out.

Quinn had always loved reading books and writing short stories when she was younger. She was an avid reader and was often known as 'Bookworm' by her family and friends, so it wasn't a surprise that she wanted to study English at college.

She worked hard throughout her college years, she would most likely be found in the library cramming for exams or reading classic novels that were still around long after the author's death. As a result she sailed through her course and at the young age of twenty-two she had bagged her first teaching job.

She loved broadening the kid's horizons and showing them that there can be many interpretations to one piece of text. She wanted to help the kid's develop their analytical skills and wanted to encourage them that reading isn't boring or for nerds who prefer books to people. No she wanted to show them how powerful words can be and how amazing it is that reading a book can lighten somebody's mood and is often an escape from the daily shit some people have to deal with. To say she was passionate about her subject would be a mere understatement.

So after just two days at William McKinley High school for her to be dreading going back each day was weird. No scratch that she was only dreading teaching one class, more specifically one student. That student was having such a huge affect on her after only two days and to be honest Quinn was both confused and slightly scared as to why a seventeen year old girl could be intrigued by a twenty four old woman who was her teacher.

So to clear her head, of a brunette girl whose apparent middle name was 'Badass', Quinn decided to go for a run. She wasn't exactly a health-fitness fanatic, but she found that there was something about running that made her feel peaceful. She thought it could be the feeling of her heart racing, her muscles burning and body creating bucket loads of sweat creating a pleasant distraction from whatever she was worried about.

The blonde had been running around Lima for about an hour and a half and she felt like she was gonna collapse from exhaustion. She had gotten up at half five for work, had to deal with a bunch of hormonal teenagers talking about who was the best fuck, and to top it off she had told a student her first name which wasn't exactly appropriate. So after a hectic day she wanted to go to sleep.


By the time the blonde got home it was about nine as she had grabbed some food from a cafe and went running straight after. She opened the door and was instantly bombarded with a hug, she felt Santana almost squeeze all of the air out of her lungs and was relieved when the girl let go so she could breathe.

Santana looked at Quinn with a worried but annoyed expression. "Where the fuck have you been Quinn?!"The brunette screeched shocking the blonde by the volume of her voice.

Quinn closed the door and dumped her bag on the floor as she poured herself a glass of cold water. She downed the glass in a few seconds and turned around to face Santana. "I went for a run after work and I grabbed some food on the way."Quinn shrugged not really understanding why her friend was freaking out.

"You didn't think to call me, to let me know you wouldn't be home for a while?"Santana asked slightly less angry.

"Sorry mom."Quinn was always fond of sarcasm. She honestly hadn't seen Santana act like this before and it showed some vulnerability about her that she hid well with her bitch facade.

To Quinn's surprise Santana didn't slap her or say something horrible. Instead the brunette hugged the blonde again and whispered in her ear "I was really worried that something terrible might have happened to you. You're my best friend, Q. Just let me know in future so I don't worry as much." Santana squeezed the blonde one more time before pulling away.

"You shouldn't worry I'm a big girl now."Quinn replied but soon started to speak again once she saw the death glare the brunette was sending her way. "But it's nice that you care."

"You smell so bad."Santana said with a small smile whilst pointing at the sweat that was dripping down Quinn's face and body. "No wonder you haven't had sex with anyone in the past nine months." Quinn hit the brunette on the shoulder. "Sorry I guess that's a touchy subject."Santana smirked back.

"I'm going to bed."Quinn started to walk to her bedroom but stopped when Santana spoke.

Santana could sense that Quinn wasn't in the mood for jokes so she got serious. "You only run when you're worried about something."The brunette stated and she raised her eyebrows questioningly at the blonde. Quinn turned around, sighed heavily and Santana knew what to do. "Come tell Auntie Tana all about it."

Quinn slumped down on the sofa. She looked at Santana whose eyes were soft and she had to remind herself that the Latina was always a great advice giver and that she wouldn't judge her like other people probably would. "I told Rachel my first name." The blonde just wanted to get straight to the point; she didn't want to beat around the bush.

Santana couldn't help the laugh that spilled from her lips. "Holy shit Quinn you're gonna go straight to hell because you told somebody your first name!"Santana joked and was met with a very unhappy pissed off Quinn.

"Not everything is one big joke Santana. This is serious. I shouldn't have told Rachel my first name because she's my student. It was unprofessional of me and I just shouldn't have done it because it will only make her 'crush' worse."Quinn snapped.

There was a brief silence as Quinn thought about how messed up her life was at the moment and Santana tried to think of what to say to assure Quinn that everything was going to be okay.

"You probably don't want to answer this question, but why did you tell her your name?"Santana asked in a gentle voice.

Quinn knew that if she wanted Santana to help her she would have to tell her the truth. "First of all I refused to tell her my name. But then she stood behind me and asked me again and I caved. It was a weird feeling having her so close; it sent shivers down my spine especially when she spoke in my ear, but at the same time it felt kind of nice. I instantly missed her closeness when she moved away. She left and I just sat there not having a clue what to think."

Santana took a deep breath. "It sounds to me like you're attracted to her Quinn."

Those few words hit the blonde like a tonne of bricks. I can't be attracted to my student, especially a female one Quinn thought. The blonde looked at Santana and couldn't help the few tears that spilled down her cheeks. Santana pulled her into her arms and held her as Quinn let out all of her worry and confusion that Rachel had stirred up in her over the past two days.

About five minutes later Quinn had calmed down and felt even more tired than she had before. "I'm not attracted to Rachel."The blonde stated as she tried to convince the brunette but she was really trying to convince herself.

Santana knew what Quinn was doing, it was a defence mechanism of the blondes and whenever she wanted to convince herself of doing something she would always become defensive. "I can't tell you how you feel but what you described sounded a lot like attraction."

"What should I do?"Quinn looked like a child who was about to break into pieces because they had done something wrong. It broke Santana's heart to see her friend like that.

"Just remember that you're her teacher, a figure of authority, and that she's your student. Even if you are attracted to her you know you can't act on those feelings. You're a good teacher Quinn; don't let some high school girl ruin your chances of a great career because she fancies you."

Quinn knew her friend was right. She was living her dream teaching English and she couldn't let anything or anyone ruin it. "Thanks San. How do you always know the right things to say?"Quinn asked with a small smile.

Santana smirked "I'm a fucking genius."

Quinn laughed "You really do love yourself don't you."Quinn stated more than asked.

Santana shrugged "Goodnight Q. Remember not to worry too much."

"G'night S."Quinn walked into her bedroom and as soon as her face hit the pillow she was fast asleep, she didn't even bother to shower or change into her PJ's.


"So what's the next step in seducing your English teacher?" Brittany asked intrigued.

She was all ears as Rachel told her how successful her first part of her mission had gone and she desperately wanted to know Rachel's next move. It was Tuesday evening and they were at Brittany's house which was almost a second home to the brunette as she spent so much time over there and vice versa. The girls were sitting on the floor as they didn't fancy being chucked of off the bed like last night's events.

Rachel glared at Brittany "Her name's Quinn, don't call her my English teacher." Rachel said in a voice that would scare even the strongest and toughest of men.

"But she is your English teacher."Brittany pointed out totally confused by the brunette's words.

"If you refer to her just say Quinn."Rachel wasn't fazed by the blondes comment as she often got confused about many things. It was in Brittany's nature to be a bit different or as some might say just plain weird.

There had been many times over the duo's friendship where Brittany had done odd things. Like the time when Brittany asked Rachel if she knew where Lord Tubbington, her cat, was hiding her diary. Or the time when she put her bikini top on the wrong way round and walked around without noticing, even though every teenage boy's eyes were glued to her exposed breasts. Or there was that time when the blonde asked Rachel if people who had no fashion sense were blind.

Brittany nodded finally understanding that the brunette was serious. The blonde repeated her question from earlier but she said Quinn this time.

"I'm going to show her that I want her. She won't be able to resist me with what I have planned. By the end of tomorrow she's going to be begging me to fuck her."Rachel smirked devilishly.

For the rest of the evening Rachel told Brittany exactly what she was planning on doing tomorrow and Brittany had to agree that it was a brilliant plan.

Step two of seducing Miss Fabray; Turn her on. Rachel knew that she would have no problem with this step.


Usually McKinley's resident 'badass' would barely attend any lessons and don't think that's changed because it hasn't she still hardly attends her classes. Well the only class she does attend is English and we know why she does that. So for her peers to see her attend the third lesson of English that week they were quite surprised.

"She's gonna lose her reputation at school if she keeps attending class."One boy exclaimed to his friends who chuckled.

Rachel was just about to hit him to show him she was still as badass as ever when she heard something much worse.

A boy who was sitting on the desk next to Rachel was seemingly oblivious to the anger that was about to be released on him. "I mean I would definitely show Miss Fabray a good time. I'll show you boys how to please the ladies." The boy bragged to some jocks who were listening to him.

The boy jumped when he saw Rachel standing over him threateningly. "Do you really think Miss Fabray would fuck somebody who has a dick as small as yours?"Rachel raised her eyebrows and laughed when the boy visibly gulped, his friends tried to stifle snickers as they watched the scene in front of them. They knew nobody could argue with Rachel 'Badass' Berry and win.

"N-No."The boy stuttered he was starting to feel the imminent fear that people felt when they were around the most feared person at school.

"That's right, so in future keep your perverted thoughts to yourself."Rachel paused and all sudden realised who this boy was. "You really have no idea how to please the ladies if your girlfriend keeps showing up at my door for some help with an itch that you just don't seem to be scratching right."With that Rachel sat back down as the whole class billowed out in laughter at the boy's extremely embarrassed red face.

Quinn walked into the classroom a couple of minutes later. "Sorry I'm late class. I'd like you to get into groups of four."

She was never normally late for anything but she had been in Principal Figgins office as he wanted to let her know that he had received some lovely compliments about the blonde, some from various teachers who said whenever they walked past her class all of the students looked fully engaged. So after her mini-breakdown yesterday she was glad to hear that she was having a positive effect on the school.

Her lesson today was going to be slightly different to her previous lessons of getting the students to answer questions. She had always enjoyed a good old 'Literary circle' in her days at school. So she figured her students would benefit from the experience as well. She had already done this exercise with a few of her other classes and they had seemed to enjoy it. But she knew that the last lesson of the day was when students tended to slack off so she wanted to make sure everybody took part and this was the perfect way to do it.

Quinn hadn't looked at Rachel yet partly because she was busy doing the register, but also because she didn't want to possibly feel anything that she had felt yesterday. She had woken up refreshed and was certain that she wouldn't let Rachel get to her. After all she was an adult and she knew the difference between right and wrong, which meant feeling attracted to a student was definitely in the wrong category.

Rachel wasn't pleased that she had to work with other people, but she saw it as an opportunity to throw jibes at some of people in her group. Luckily for her she was working with the boy who she just embarrassed a few minutes ago and his two friends who couldn't stop laughing, they even held their hands up for a high five but she just glared at them as if to say 'as if'.

"So now you're all in groups I'm going give each group a chapter to analyse. You have forty minutes to discuss your views before you feedback to the class." A collection of groans could be heard throughout the classroom as people realised they'd have to actually do some work and speak in front of the whole class.


"Thanks Miss Fabray I really enjoyed the lesson today."That was the umpteenth time a student had said they enjoyed doing the 'Literary circles'. But Quinn was glad that her class had liked the activity. She was pleasantly surprised at some of the points they had come up with, everybody gave their views and people actually listened to them which was uncommon.

Quinn presumed that all of her students had gone as the lesson had been over for five minutes. But unbeknownst to her Rachel was still in the class, she had dropped a piece of paper on Quinn's desk earlier in the lesson and wanted to be there when the blonde read it.

She had avoided all eye contact with Rachel which proved difficult, especially when it was the girl's turn to say her views on, Jane Eyre; the novel they had been studying. But Rachel's point made everybody speechless as she showed she could be intelligent. Quinn praised her and felt butterflies in her stomach when the brunette smiled at her. But other than that she didn't pay much attention to Rachel.

She was sitting at her desk checking her texts. She had two unread messages.

Received 15:30 pm from Santana Lezpez: Imma be getting my mack on with Cheryl so I won't be home tonight. ;)

Quinn laughed out loud as she read her friend's text, she had no idea who Cheryl was but she was guessing it was somebody Santana had met at work. She opened the next text.

Received 15:45pm from Mercedes 'owns-a-music- label' Jones: Hey girl! I'm having a party on Saturday and I'd love it if you'd come. We need to have a catch-up. I'll text you the details later on. Xxx

A party might be just what I need Quinn thought. She texted Mercedes saying she'd definitely be there and shot Santana a text saying 'have fun'.

Quinn put her phone in her bag and that was when she noticed a piece of paper folded over. On the top her name was written in what she assumed was female handwriting. She opened it up, read the note and felt like she was about to faint.

My pussy is dripping wet for you Quinn...

From Rachel 'Badass' Berry.

"Are you okay Quinn? You seem a little flushed."Rachel spoke indicating her presence to the shocked blonde. She got out of her seat and walked towards the front of the class so she could sit on the desk in front of the blonde.

Quinn looked up at the brunette and couldn't take her eyes off the girl's legs that were on show today. She hadn't realised that Rachel was wearing a very short skirt, accompanied by a low cut top and heels. She felt herself getting aroused as she read that note and it took all of her will and dignity not to moan.

"Do you want me to take this note to the Principals office? What you're doing is highly inappropriate, Rachel. You have to stop this nonsense now."Quinn said once she had broken out of her haze of looking at the brunette's physique. She knew that Rachel didn't look like she was going to stop with this stupid game and the blonde just wanted to end the brunettes antics.

"I know you wouldn't do that Quinn."Rachel said with conviction. "You can't deny that there's not something between us, I know you can feel it too. I know you're attracted to me, as I am you."

"Just go home Rachel."Quinn sighed. She needed some time alone to think.

Rachel stood up but walked closer to Quinn. She trailed her fingers along the blonde's exposed arm and drew patterns whilst she locked eyes with her. "Remember my pussy is dripping wet for you Quinn."Rachel said seductively, her voice octaves lower than usual.

Quinn visibly shuddered and couldn't help the whimper that left her lips. She was feeling turned on beyond believe and she needed to snap herself out of it.

Rachel left without saying another word; she was smirking all the way home.

Step two of seducing Miss Fabray; turn her on is officially complete Rachel thought.

Step three is going to be a piece of cake.


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