A/N: this is the right chapter, sorry about the mix up.
Santana sat perched on Mr. Schue's desk. The other glee clubbers occupied the other seats, leaving Santana the desk to sit on. Not that she minded. She felt Mr. Schue trying to stare anywhere but at her.
"Okay, so what did you guys want to talk to me about?" Mr. Schue asked.
"We want another friendly competition between the boys and the girls," Rachel said. Mr. Schue nodded, staring absently at Santana. Luckily no one except Santana noticed.
"So what do you say, Mr. Schue?" Santana's honey covered tone pulled him out of his daze and he sifted his sight away from her. She did her best to hide her frown.
"It sounds great guys, I love when you guys get involved," Mr. Schue said and then scolded himself for the loose interpretation.
"Great, the projects will be ready by next week," Finn added and everyone stood up to leave. He was ashamed that his gaze turned back to Santana as she slid gracefully off his desk and walked out of the room with that perfect model's lope she had.
Santana sat, barely listening, to the intensely dull banter between Mercedes, Tina, Kurt and Rachel of what they would perform. Finally Santana spoke up.
"We should sing Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis," Santana said with certainty.
"What?" Rachel demanded.
"She's right, it's a great song selection," Quinn countered.
"We could totally think up a great routine for that," Brittany added as she smiled at Santana.
"I could go with that," Mercedes said and Tina nodded.
"It's a fabulous song," Kurt mulled.
"No, we need to do a Broadway song to show my emotional spectrum in the song range or I'll never get anywhere in life," Rachel argued.
"Rachel, you always sing with the same emotion of face, like a girl having a knife in her lung," Brittany said, sounding far smarter than the rest of the girls and Kurt had ever heard.
Santana left the auditorium and on her way back to her locker she was stopped by all of the glee boys, except Kurt.
"We need a girl in our routine, just to dance, and we were wondering if you would do it since you are like one of the best dancers we have," Finn asked. Santana shrugged.
"Sure, why not," She muttered and rolled her eyes at the stupid grins the boys –even Puck- got on their faces at her reply.
As she left for the night she ran into someone. She looked through the pouring rain at the figure.
"Mr. Schue?" Santana asked.
"Santana what are you doing here so late?" He asked.
"Rachel scheduled at late practice and apparently the boys also had a late one too. But I'm the last to leave," Santana explained as Mr. Schue helped her up.
"Where's your car?" he asked, except for his car the parking lot was empty.
"In the shop," Santana said over a thunderclap. A flash of lightning followed the thunder.
"You're walking home in this weather?" Mr. Schue asked. Santana was already soaking at this point.
"Yeah, my house isn't too far, just a twenty minute walk," Santana reassured him.
"No, Santana you'll catch your death. Come on, I'll drive you," he said.
She felt bad getting his passenger seat wet but he was just as wet as her so she felt a little better. They both reached to turn on the heat and their hands touched. Mr. Schue locked eyes with her before pulling away. She was sure that a rush of electricity just went through her. She pointed out her house and climbed out of the car.
"Thanks Mr. Schue, I owe you one," She said and smiled, and she swore she saw him smile too.