HELLOOOOO Ladies and Gays! So it's been about 3 years... yes THREE since I've published anything for that I am sorry. The story continues. I do plan on finishing this story and possibly starting a new as well. Thank you to all of you who still follow this story. Unfortunately I've been in and out of the hospital for the past 2 and a half years BUT I'm better now and look forward to all of you reading and enjoying this story. Remember if you don't like, don't read. Love is love peeps! Gotta be nice to each other. Please leave a review if you'd like. I love me some constructive criticism as well, only makes me better at what I do :)


It's another mundane Thursday at William McKinley High School. Santana walks through the halls on her way to gym class when a certain voice catches her attention. She's just about to peek her head into Coach Sue's office when she notices the voice belongs to her hot blonde biology teacher. Peering through the office window Santana can see that Miss Pierce is looking at her phone and appears to be face timing with someone.

"I don't know Tubs but you know when Sue doesn't want me to know something it's serious!" Brittany says to her phone screen.

Santana's eyebrows crease together when all she hears is a cat's meow coming through her phone. 'Is she talking to a cat?' Shaking her head Santana continues to eavesdrop.

"I know I shouldn't get involved but the money being spent on spanks could go somewhere else, like new confetti canons." Brittany sighs.

At the mention of the cheer-leading spanks Santana's eyes go wide and she drops one of her books with a thud on the floor. Lucky enough for her the bell rings at the exact moment is collides with the schools titles. Fumbling to pull herself together and collect her item and cheer-leading coaches office door swings open.

'Shit, shit don't notice me. Don't Notice me' Santana desperately thinks.

"Santana?" Brittany has to cutest confused face.

'Of course you notice me' Santana stands up, "uh, hey Miss Pierce." Santana turns to leave.

"Wait!" Brittany yells a little too loud.

Santana slowly turns around and gives Brittany her signature-cocked eyebrow (but not in a harsh way).

Brittany clears her throat and slowly approaches her student.

"I noticed you're been down the past couple of days. Is everything ok?" Brittany asks in slight concern.

Santana takes a step back as to not be so close to her teacher because she can already feel her spanks getting uncomfortable just with the smell of Brittany's perfume.

"Yeah, everything is fine." She goes to turn again afraid of being late for gym class and having to run extra laps.

"O-ok… you know that offer still stands if you ever want to talk" Brittany says a bit louder as Santana walks away.

Santana wants to continue walking because she doesn't want to face the look on Brittany's face of sadness she hears in her voice. Need beats want though as Santana looks over her shoulder in need of the blue eyes and hums a response.

The last two days, after the 'Dude Looks Like A Lady Incident' Santana has been avoiding Brittany as much as possible. With the Glee Club meeting being split into two parts of the day it seems like the blonde is everywhere she goes.

- Cheerios Practice in the morning

- Biology class in the morning

- Brittany monitoring Lunch period

- Glee club in the afternoon

- Cheerios practice after that

It's exhausting for the Latina. Now it's even more exhausting because she still has Puck being a sleazy douche about this 'bet' he has going on with her. Yes, Santana finds her Biology teacher super fucking hot but to Santana she's the most beautiful woman she's ever laid eyes on.

Santana is ripped out of her thoughts when her face collides with the gym doors. She falls to the floor and cries out in pain grabbing her face and ankle.

Rushing over to her side, Brittany grabs her hand to assess the damage to the Latina's face.

"Santana are you okay?" Brittany looks all over her face to make sure she's okay. "Santana?" Brittany snaps her fingers in front of her face.

Santana focuses on her teacher's eyes and then shakes her head to come back to reality.

"FUCK!" The Latina grabs her face again. Blood is running down her nose into her mouth and down her chin. "What the fuck! Seriously!?"

"Santana calm down, you didn't break it but you're definitely going to have a serious bruise." Finally Santana looks up at Brittany again gaining some composure and stands up furious.

"Why is it that you're always here?" Santana yells.

"Whoa, Santana, I'm just trying to help" Brittany says calmly.

Santana is only seeing red now. She's forgotten that she's at school and points a finger at Brittany. "No this is your fault! If you hadn't kept trying to 'help' me then I wouldn't have been late to class and I wouldn't have had this happen!"

Brittany doesn't move she just looks at her student with wide eyes. Trying to keep her professional composure and not anger her student and further, "Santana I think you need to go to the nurse. I'll tell coach Beiste why you're not in class."

With that Brittany walked away from a fuming Latina. She grabs her nose and limps to the nurses office.


In Glee Club everyone is staring at Santana as if they know she's going to explode. It's really not anyone's fault that she's mad. The Latina is only mad at herself for even remotely catching some sort of feelings for her teacher but she'll never admit that to anyone.

As she sits in the corner secluded she notices that her new biology teacher has yet to arrive to this afternoon Glee Club meeting. Not that she's worried the blonde won't show up but she feels guilty for yelling at her newfound crush. Looking down at her hands she can see little specks of dry blood under her fingernail that she must have missed once she got to the nurses office. Her nose isn't broken but you can see the start of a bruise under her right eye from the impact.

Scrapping away at the dry blood on her nail she hears the Glee Club door open. In a haste Miss Pierce walks into the room apologizing for her tardiness.

"I'm so sorry I'm late guys," looking around the room Brittany's eyes land on Santana giving her a sympathetic look, "zoned out grading homework." She lightly chuckles to herself.

After Brittany apologizes she takes a seat off to the side of the group still being able to look at Santana every now and then.

"Okay guys! Since we only have 15 mins left let's have one of our last two competitors come up and perform for us!" Rachel says a little too enthusiastically.

"Santana are you ready?" Rachel asks.

"I'd rather go tomorrow. I had an unfortunate accident," pointing to her nose, "that I don't think I can sing properly today" Santana replies.

Everyone is in slight shock considering that's the nicest thing Santana has ever said to her choir teacher.

"U-uh, yeah okay… sure." Rachel's stutters.

"What's the matter Lopez, too hard of a motorboat session with your girlfriend?" Puck snickers.

"Shut it Puc-" Santana gets cut off.

"Noah that's enough!" Everyone's head snaps towards the loud voice that belongs to none other than the new biology teacher. "Another comment like that and you'll be visiting Mr. Figgins."

To say you could cut the tension in the room with a knife is an understatement. Everyone becomes quite and just stares between Puck, Santana and Miss Peirce.

"Okay…" Rachel's claps her hands to gain back everyone's attention, "Mike… Tina, are you guys ready to perform?"

"Uh, yeah Ms. Berry we're ready." Mike and Tina stand in front of the group as the music starts.

[Mike}

Come Here baby
You know you drive me up a wall the way you make good on all the
nasty tricks you pull
Seems like we're makin' up more than we're makin' love
And it always seems you got somn' on your mind other than me
Girl, you got to change your crazy ways
You hear me

[Tina]
Say you're leavin' on a seven thirty train and that you're headin'
out to Hollywood
Girl you been givin' me that line so many times it kinda gets like
feelin' bad looks good

[Mike]
That kinda lovin'
Turns a man to a slave
That kinda lovin'
Sends a man right to his grave...

Santana looks over at Brittany as she looks at the group performing. 'Why does she have to be so beautiful… and kind' the brunette thinks to herself.

[Chorus: Both]
I go crazy, crazy, baby, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby
What can I do, honey
I feel like the color blue...

As soon as Mike and Tina sing the word 'blue' Santana notices her biology teacher turn toward her. All she sees is blue. The blondes eyes sparkle in a way that Santana has never seen another persons eyes sparkle. 'Just like the ocean' she thinks.

[Mike]
I'm losin' my mind, girl
'Cause I'm goin' crazy

Santana shakes her head and looks down not realizing that she was still staring at her teacher but what she doesn't notice is that her teacher is starring right back.

[Tina]
I need your love, honey
I need your love

Brittany chances another look towards the Latina and notices a sad look on her face. 'I just want to see that smile again' the blonde thinks to herself. Knowing the song is coming to a close Brittany faces forward to give the students her attention, she is the judge so she kind of has to at least know a little bit on how they did.

[Both]
Crazy, crazy, crazy, I go crazy
You turn it on
Then you're gone
Yeah you drive me
Crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby
I'm losin' my mind, girl
Cause I'm goin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy for you baby
You turn it on, then your gone
Yeah you drive me

Once the song ends everyone claps. Mike and Tina sit back down in their chairs as Brittany stands up from hers.

"Very well done guys. This is going to be a hard pick for me." She smiles to them. "Once Santana sings for us tomorrow I'll have my decision made and we'll see who the winner of the Breadstix certificate is!"

At the mention of her name Santana looks up at her gorgeous teacher. She still has no idea what song she's going to sing for the group. Not like it matters she knows ever Aerosmith song like the back of her hand.

Once everyone quiets down Ms. Berry announces that because tomorrow is Friday there won't be a split lesson so to just come after classes. After that the jocks head to football practice and the cheerleaders head to cheerios practice.


Santana slightly limps out onto the practice field to come face to face with her head coach.

"Boobie-licious, what happened to you? Too much weight up top for your ankles to support?" Coach Sue yells.

"No Coach, I had an incident in gym class….." Santana replies

"Tell that beast I'll have her job if she does anything to disrupt my changes at a 16th consecutive win at nationals."

Santana looks at her in bewilderment. "16? Coach I thought you were 28?"

Sue turns and looks at the brunette with a slight smirk. "This isn't a math lesson stubble boobs! Now get over to Brittany and have her work out your ankle so you're on this field tomorrow morning!"

"C-coach…. I'm fine. No need-" Sue cuts Santana off.

"Quit sputtering and MOVE Lopez. I don't want to hear another word from you!" Sue hollers.

Santana limps of to where Brittany is sitting on the bench reading a book and munching on an apple. She looks up when she notices a shadow approaching.

"Uh, h-hey. Coach Sue s-said to have you look at, um, at my ankle." Santana stutters out not even looking at her teacher.

Brittany smiles bright at her and nods her head motioning her to sit on the bench beside her and lift up her ankle. As Santana sits down her skirt falls around her legs leaving a sliver on spanks to appear visible to her teacher. Brittany sets her book down and takes another bit from her apple.

"Where does it hurt exactly?" The blonde asks.

Santana motions towards the top of her ankle. "Just on top here, it's not terrible, you don't have to do anything if-"

Brittany cuts her off, "It's fine Santana. Can't have the head cheerleader hurt now can we?" She smiles up at the Latina. "Besides I want to help. I don't like seeing you hurt even though it seems like it's my fault every time you get hurt. I mean I've already caused you to have two bloody noses and now a hurt ankle and we just meant. Usually I'm the clumsy one and everyone else is helping me. I mean Lord Tubbington know that fall a lot so he's stop trying to help me up cause he knows I'll just fall again and again…"

Santana can't help but smile as her teacher continues to ramble. The Latina chuckles slight and says, "Britt it's fine. Apparently I just love me some doors to the face when you're around."

At the sound of the ravened hair girl calling her Britt, which is not something anyone calls her. All of her friends call her Brittany and her parents call her bug, because she's their love bug, Brittany smiles so wide it almost hurts. She doesn't say anything to the Latina for a few minutes, just stares into her eyes.

Clearing her throat, "You know I should tell you it's inappropriate to call me Britt since I am your teacher." Brittany smirks at her student.

Santana blushes and looks away. "Sorry Mrs. Pierce."

"It's Miss."

"Huh?"

"It's Miss. Pierce. I'm not married…. or dating anyone. Besides it's kinda frowned upon for me to get married in this state, you know laws and all."

Brittany continues to ramble as Santana just stares at her. 'Wait, is she gay?'

"And my parents have no problem with it because they say love is love, bug. Which is what my parents call me." Brittany takes a breath and looks at Santana in embarrassment. She has no idea why she said all this to Santana but she can't help but be slightly nervous around the brunette.

Santana smiles down at her. "My parents call me their angel. They say that someday I'll find my angel too." She starts to blush and looks down.

"That's really sweet, Santana." Brittany stares at her for a minute and then clears her throat. "so, um, what to do about this ankle, huh?" She smiles at her student.

"I don't know. It doesn't hurt that much just a little sore."

Brittany reaches into the first aid kit and grabs the lotion for the Latina's ankle.

"Here, let me rub some of this on it and then I'll wrap it up. You'll be better in no time." The blonde smiles at Santana.

Brittany takes the cap off of the lotion and puts some in her hand. Before she rubs her hands together she looks up and notices a nervous look on Santana's face.

"Hey, relax, I promise not to hurt you." She places her hand on the Latina's upper thigh causing the brunette to gasp at the touch. What she doesn't realize is that Brittany is staring at her thigh and notices the slight movement of Santana's spanks. Shaking her head she removes her hand from the girls thigh and strokes her fingers down her leg and to the Latina's ankle. As she moves her fingers down Santana's leg her eyes are glued to the younger girls spanks while Santana's eyes are glued to Brittany's hand.

Brittany's eyes go a little wide when she notices another twitch in Santana's spanks.

"That's why." The blonde says in a whisper.

"Huh, w-what d-did you s-say?" Santana chokes out.

With the sound of her students voice Brittany snaps her eyes up to Santana's face noticing her flushed cheeks.

"N-nothing, all good here. How's your ankle feel?" Asks a very figity blonde.

"Um, y-you haven't even touched it yet."

Brittany blushes super hard when she notices she hasn't helped her student yet. She looks down at her ankle and quickly puts the lotion and wrap on the Latina's ankle.

"There you go all patched up." Brittany says.

"Yeah… thanks for that." Santana says awkwardly. Santana starts to shift in her seat and fiddle with her hands.

Noticing this Brittany says, "Hey, you okay?"

Santana looks up into concerned blue eyes. "Yeah… uh I-, uh I'm sorry for earlier…. You know yelling at you. I don't know what came over me and I was just in so much pain and you were there and it, it just hurt so fucking –"

"Language."

"Sorry, it, it just hurt so much. Anyway, I'm sorry." Santana says looking into those big blue eyes. The two stare at each other for what seemed to be forever. Brown eyes look into blue. Brittany doesn't know what came over her but she can't kind the strength to look away. Santana on the other hand doesn't want to look away. She's never been so captivated by someone before. She doesn't know what it is about this woman but she can't help but fall into the mystery and curiosity of the blonde.

Both of them are broken out of their staring contest when Coach Sue yells for the girls to hit the showers. Although Santana hasn't done anything today she really needs a cold shower. After helping the Assistant coach pack up all the equipment they both start to head towards the locker room.

Parting ways both girls smile and wave at each other. Brittany makes her way to Sue's office and Santana walks towards to locker room.


As Santana walks into the locker room she notices that all the cheerios are gone. Doing a little dance she's happy to have the showers to herself again. It's always a little awkward to shower with the other girls because of her penis. She strips her clothes off releasing her sore member. It's not easy walking around everyday with your dick compressed down all the time. She makes her way into the shower and starts to cool off.

Santana has always been a great singer. Ever since she was a little girl her parents have paid for her to take singing lessons. Even though she's such a talent and anyone who is close to her knows how well she can sing, she never really lets herself go and really feel a song unless she's alone and most times it's the seclusion of the shower.

She starts to hum to herself not realizing the song that she's singing. She hums the into and the sweet sound waves travel from the shower out into the locker room.

I'm alone
Yeah, I don't know if I can face the night
I'm in tears and the cryin' that I do is for you

Unknown to Santana, Brittany walks into the locker room to clean up the towels and mess that the girls made. She hears a voice coming from the showers and notices it's the same voice from last time. As she moves closer she can start to make out the Aerosmith song that this mystery girl is singing.

I want your love - Let's break the walls between us
Don't make it tough - I'll put away my pride
Enough's enough I've suffered and I've seen the light

[Chorus:]
Baby
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
You're my angel
Come and make it all right

Don't know what I'm gonna do
About this feeling inside

Yes it's true - Loneliness took me for a ride
Without your love - I'm nothing but a begger
Without your love - a dog without a bone
What can I do I'm sleeping in this bed alone

[Chorus]

Baby
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
You're my angel
Come and make it all right

Come and save me tonight

At this point Brittany is leaning up against the wall wishing she had to sing like that about her. Little did she know that Santana is the one singing and singing about her.

You're the reason I live
You're the reason I die
You're the reason I give
When I break down and cry
Don't need no reason why

Baby , Baby

[Chorus]

Baby
You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
You're my angel
Come and make it all right

Brittany smiles and starts to lowly sing the final notes with this mystery girl.

You're my angel
Come and save me tonight
you're my angel
Come and take me allright
Come and save me tonight.

Once Santana concluded the song she turns of the shower and steps out of the stall with her towel wrapped around her body. Brittany is lost in a daze that she doesn't hear the shower turn off. Leaning up against the wall she's broken out of her daydream when she starts to hear footsteps coming her way. Not wanting the mystery girl to see her and catch her eavesdropping awkwardly on her student she bolts for the door leaving the dirty towels on the locker room bench.

When Brittany runs out of the locker room she grabs her stuff and runs for her car. Once she gets into her car she thinks to herself, "I gotta find out who's angelic voice that is."

The Blonde starts her car and drives towards home humming the same song the mystery girl sang just moments ago.

Back in the locker room Santana walks to the bench and notices the towels on the bench that weren't there before. She shrugs her shoulders, gets dressed and makes her out to her car and home for some much needed sleep. Tomorrow is a new day. Internally panicking because she has to sing in Glee Club tomorrow. More importantly sing in front of Miss Pierce for, what she thinks, the first time.