A/N I basically followed the episode Sexy on this one.
Mention of masturbation but that's okay in T, right?
Will wrote something on the board and turned around as he read it out loud. "Sexy!"
"I really hope that's not one of the requirements for nationals, because with Berry in those tights we don't stand a chance."
Daphne and Kurt smiled at the look on Rachel's face. They weren't supposed to laugh because it was mean, but sometimes Santana's mean was funny.
"No this isn't about nationals." He capped the marker. "I'm less concerned with that right now, and more worried about the fact that it's become clear to me that some of you.. have been lacking, when it comes to understanding the.. the.. uuh.. the intricacies of.. adult relationships." Everyone laughed at him, and he realized just how uncomfortable this really was. "Anyways, along with preparing for nationals I want to spend the week educating ourselves about some of these.. intricacies. It's always helped us to sing about our problems in the past. So this week I've invited a special guest.. Miss Holiday!"
Everyone cheered, the last time Holly was there they had a lot of fun. Puck couldn't believe his eyes, she was wearing some very tight leather.
"So, sex.. It's just like hugging, only wetter. Rule number 1, every intimate encounter, is going to start with a touch. Hit it!"
Daphne, Santana and Holly were dancing, very sexily. They were swinging their hair around, taking off half of their clothes. Sexy might just be an understatement. They pulled in the entire group, Sam was using stripper moves. Will held up a sign for Holly. 'Too much?' because it was definitely too much for him.
He wanted to touch Daphne so bad but he knew he couldn't/wouldn't do that. Holly on the other hand he might be able to.. 'No.' he told himself. 'I'm not going to hook up with Holly just so I can think of her, I'm not that guy.' He sighed and rubbed his face again. 'Also, no thinking of Daphne in the shower tonight.' That's also what he told himself when she spilled his drink on him yesterday. It didn't work then, he'd thought of her in the shower. He'd masturbated while thinking of his damn student, they should lock him and his sick mind up. All he could do now is hope that he would be able to fight himself in tonight's shower, although he already knew he wouldn't be able to get this image out of his mind.
Everyone was laughing and dancing around towards the end of the song. They all cheered as the song came to an end.
"Just remember." Holly started. "Whenever you have sex with someone, you're having sex with everyone they've ever had sex with."
They all just stared at each other.
"Okay guys, that's it for today!" Will said. "Go home, do homework or something."
Santana, Holly and Daphne stayed around. "Thanks guys." Holly said before turning to Will. "Did you like our dance?"
"Yeah, it was okay."
"Okay?" Santana asked. "Weren't we sexy enough, Mr Schue?"
"No, you three were plenty sexy. Maybe a little too much even."
Emma walked in. "How come I just heard that there was a pro-sex song?" Emma was just walking to her car when she overheard the glee kids. Rachel than told her what happened.
"We were pretty loud." Holly says proudly high-fiving Daphne and Santana.
"You shouldn't send these kids that message.."
"Emma, it was necessary. The two students in glee that know something, anything about safe sex are standing right here. Both of them did not learn anything they know here."
"Berry sure as hell doesn't." Santana smiled. "And Mercedes actually thought she might be pregnant because of a cucumber she ate."
"Why doesn't the celibacy club do a song later this week? Give us your point of view?"
"Good idea, we'll perform on Friday."
"Daphne, can I get a lift? My car broke down." Santana asked.
"Sure," They waved at their teachers, they were still arguing. "what's up with you and Brit?"
"None of your damn business."
"Fine, just wish there was a week without drama in glee. One week it's Quinn, then Rachel now you." They got into her car. "Where do you have to go?"
"Take a left at the end."
Santana told her where to go. "It's the house on the corner on your right." She waited until the car stood still. "Thanks, can you pick me up tomorrow?"
"Sure. I'll be here at 8:15?" Santana sighed but nodded. "Okay, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow"
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Daphne parked her car in front of Santana's house. Her car wasn't fixed yet so she had picked her up in the mornings and dropped her off after school for the last week. She got out of the car and walked to the front door. Santana's mother opened the door.
"She's almost ready." She then walked to the stairs. "Daphne is here, hurry up mi amor." She turned back to Daphne. "She can be so slow sometimes."
"I know, how are you doing Mrs Lopez?"
"I'm good, thank you so much for asking. She's lucky she has a friend to drive her, or she'd be seen with me at school. We both know just how horrible that would be." She winked.
Daphne laughed. "She's a little bit of a drama queen sometimes."
Santana ran down the stairs and grabbed her bag by the front door. "Bye mom, I'll be home when glee finishes."
"Bye sweety."
"See you Mrs Lopez." They got into her car and made their way to school. "I think we're actually kinda late today."
"Sorry, don't want to get you into trouble with Mr Schue." She said teasingly. "Although we both know you're his favorite. Are you ever going to hook up with him?"
"Oh please Santana, you sound jealous." She parked the car and they got out. "I just don't feel like getting detention." She grabbed her bag.
Santana raised her eyebrows. "That does not answer my question."
Daphne rolled her eyes as she locked the car. "No, I'm not planning to hook up with anyone any time soon."
"Still not an answer. You have a crush on Mr Schue, don't you?"
"Santana, please. I'm not in love with Mr Schue."
Santana's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god, you're actually still not answering! You have a crush on Mr Schue?!"
"I do not have a crush on Mr Schue, happy? Now, drop it or you can walk home."
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Santana leaned in close to Daphne. "Aren't they singing a song about sex in a broomcloset or something?"
"Basically, yeah. I think Miss Pillsbury actually thinks it's about the desert that's on the backdrop."
"Wow. The sexy dentist should know it's about sex though, right?"
"Well, he does look a little uncomfortable.. maybe he just noticed. Puck definitely knows though."
"Owyeah, he's just enjoying this way to much."
They ended the song and there was some hesitant clapping from the audience.
"Hey, Holly here. I'm a little confused, isn't this a strange song for the celibacy club?"
Emma chuckled. "What. Why? It's so wholesome. It was written celebrate America and fireworks and-"
Holly interrupted her. "No, it's about sneaking out for a nooner." Santana chuckled.
"Yes exactly, a nooner is when you eat desert in the middle of the day." She began doubting herself and looked at Carl "Right? Right, Carl?"
"Well, regardless. It was a great song." Will applauded them. "Let's go glee club."
They all quickly ran out of the auditorium.
"So, ready to go home?" Santana asked when they were in the hallway.
"Mr Schue tutors me in Spanish today, so I have to stick around here for a little bit." She noticed the look on Santana's face. "I'll go see if we can reschedule. Be right back." She walked of to Mr Schue's office. "Will." She said after she knocked.
"Hey Daphne, ready for Spanish?"
"I actually have to give Santana a ride home. Can we maybe do this somewhere else today? Your place again, or mine?"
Will knew he should say no. "Sure, you can come to my place, we'll order some pizza."
"Okay, I'll send you a text once I'm on my way shouldn't take me longer then half an hour."
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"Hey grams." Daphne said as she came in.
"Hey, I thought you had Spanish tutoring today?"
Daphne dropped her bag. "I do, I had to give Santana a ride home, and I just wanted to drop my bag. I'm going over to Mr Schuester's right now."
"Okay honey, good luck with Spanish."
"Gracias." She said. "Oh, he said something about pizza. So I might not be home for dinner, you mind?"
"Of course not, you have fun with your teacher."
Daphne didn't give that statement another thought. "Thanks grams."
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