October 2013, Chicago
English 234: Intro to Shakespeare

"Everyone loves A Midsummer Night's Dream. There's seriously something wrong with you if you can't find joy in a story about love and idiots," Professor Smith... Allison said to her class full of English and Theatre majors that had probably all read the play their freshman year of high school.

Quinn had been excited about this class for an entire year. She was a sucker for Shakespeare and she did love Midsummer. It wasn't her favorite but she did love it. She loved that Professor Smi-Allison was having them read it. Quinn couldn't wait to hear her lecture it. Actually, Quinn couldn't wait to hear her say anything.

She didn't know what it was, but there was something about Allison that Quinn couldn't resist. Maybe it was the fact that she was only twenty-five and she was already a professor at Northwestern. Or maybe it was her tongue ring. It was probably both.

One thing is for sure, it was a good thing that Quinn already knew the play, because she was far too wrapped up in her thoughts... about Allison... her professor... her super intelligent, super hot, professor.

'Maybe she's a little gay... like me... just enough to have sex with girls but not enough for a relationship. Although, if she wanted one I'm not sure I'd be able to say no. Oh god, I would totally be in a lesbian relationship with this woman if she wanted me. I'm way more than a little gay-'

"Miss Fabray, could I see you for a minute?"

'Oh no, she knows I wasn't paying attention.' Quinn hadn't even realize class had ended.

"Yes Professor Smith?" Quinn said meekly as she walked up to the desk at the front of the classroom.

"No matter how many times I ask you guys to call me Allison you still call me Professor Smith. It sounds old. I had this professor in undergrad who was Professor Smith. She was this older butch lesbian that didn't take crap from people and wore men's three piece suits. I associate that name with her. I'd like to think I'm just a lesbian that doesn't take crap from people. Allison is better for that image," Quinn's professor revealed.

'Why would she say that to me? Oh shit she's done talking. I should say something... what though?' Quinn decided it would be safer to respond to the first part of her professor's statement and remembered what Allison had addressed her as, "Well, you can't expect your students to call you by your first name if you don't call them by theirs." Quinn thought her response was perfectly witty.

Allison smiled, leaned in over the desk a little and said, "Why didn't I think of that?"

'Oh god, her hair smells like coconuts. Don't look down her shirt. Don't look down her shirt!' "I guess it's one of those things that's just so simple, you don't see it."

"Even with two bachelors degrees, a masters and a pending doctorate the simplest things can slip right by," Allison responded, "Anyways, I called you up here because I would really like to talk to you about something."

'More time with her? Anything she wants to talk about. Shit! What part of don't look down her shirt didn't I understand?' When Quinn brought her eyes back up from their millisecond long trip to her professor's cleavage, they were met with a smirk. 'She caught me.' Quinn was mortified but she had to try her best not to let it show because that would be like confessing her sins, admitting her eyes had in fact followed her body's need to know what was hidden under her professor's clothing.

"What do you want to talk about?" Quinn was finally able pull out of her vocal chords.

"I think it's a sit down conversation. Do you have a class after this one?" she asked looking at her watch.

Gulping down the nerves that had been building since this conversation began, Quinn answered, "I'm done for the day."

Allison smiled again, causing Quinn's stomach to flutter a little this time, and asked, "Walk with me to my office? It's in this building."

Quinn nodded, saying, "Okay," and followed Allison out the door and into the hallway.

Not wanting the walk to happen in silence and out of not knowing how long this walk was going to be, Quinn asked the first question that popped into her head, "So, what was so bad about your Professor Smith that you don't want your students to call you that?"

Allison scrunched up her face, thinking about the question and Quinn's thoughts honed in on how adorable she thought it looked.

'This is crazy,' she thought in response to her previous thoughts.

"Hmm... I guess it's kind of weird. I don't know. She wasn't a bad professor or anything, it's just that whenever I hear 'Professor Smith' I think of her," Allison said not answering Quinn's question at all.

They began climbing a set of stairs and Quinn formulated a new question, "Okay, so why do you think of her and not yourself?"

"That's a much better question than your first one. I guess it's because I never thought I'd be a professor, so I'm just not used to it. It's my first semester, cut me some slack," Allison said with a laugh and light backhand to Quinn's left bicep.

Quinn felt it in slow motion. It was like her fingers slowly dragged their way against Quinn's sleeved arm. Her skin and everything that's hidden underneath it, was engulfed in flames. Speaking wasn't really in the cards at the moment for Quinn and the two walked the rest of the way to Allison's office in silence. Luckily, it was only a few feet away from the stairwell.

"Sit down," Allison said as she closed the door behind them.

She shared her office with another professor, so Quinn was unsure which desk was the right one to sit at, "Which desk is yours?"

"The one with nothing on it, or in it for that matter. I haven't had time to stock it up," Allison answered and walked over to the naked desk. She sat down in the oversized swivel chair behind it and Quinn sat down opposite her in a chair with wooden arms and purple cushioning.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Quinn asked as she delicately removed her messenger bag's strap from her shoulder, but kept the bag on her lap for support.

"Why are you an English major?" Allison asked bluntly.

"Umm... what?" a completely caught off guard Quinn responded.

"Why did you declare English as your major?" Quinn's professor barely changed her question.

"Ummm... I like to read. I like to write a little, too, but I'm much better at reading," Quinn answered the question as best she could on such short notice.

"Well, I'd say that you're excellent at both. Quinn, your paper on Titus Andronicus was beautiful. Yours was the only paper in the entire class with a voice. I'm going to guess that you've never considered changing your major?" Allison asked after she took Quinn's breath away with her compliment. All Quinn could do was shake her head for 'no.' Allison continued, "So you've never thought about majoring in journalism?" Quinn shook her head again and Allison continued again, "I think you should consider it. You have a perfect voice for it. It's passionate and intelligent and you're ability to analyze is impeccable. Don't tell anyone I said this to you, because it really wouldn't look good for me, but I think you're at the wrong school."

Quinn couldn't believe her ears. Her professor at Northwestern was telling her that she should transfer.

Quinn's professor continued once more, "I think that you could get into NYU's journalism program. I want to help you, but only if it's something you want to do."

She also found this interesting because she'd never really wanted to go to Northwestern in the first place. Quinn wanted to be in New York City.

"So what do you think? I know it's a big decision and I'm pretty much throwing all this new information at you, but I really think that you should consider this. You'd be fantastic," Allison said with her eyes, that Quinn had just noticed were auburn colored, weighing down on her.

Quinn's brain was completely scattered. She knew that she didn't want to change her major, but she also knew that she'd love to go NYU. Contributing to the mess in her mind, were the dirty thoughts about her professor that kept creeping their way into her head. Unable to center her thoughts on what she should be thinking about in this moment, Quinn could only respond, "I think that I should think about this. When would I need to apply to transfer?"

"Next month," Allison answered quickly.

"Okay."

"Great! Come to me when you make your decision and we'll set a plan in motion!" Quinn's Shakespeare professor responded excitedly and got up out of her seat. Quinn followed suit assuming that meant that the meeting was over. Allison began walking towards the door and Quinn followed her. As she was walking, Quinn became overly occupied with getting her messenger bag back on and wound up smashing right into Allison's back. While Quinn was completely overcome with embarrassment, Allison simply laughed and told Quinn repeatedly that it was fine. After a few moments that Quinn found unbearably awkward, she directed her attention back to her messenger bag for protection, from what she wasn't sure, but she knew she needed it. Allison finally grabbed the doorknob and said to Quinn, "I'll see you Monday in class?"

When Quinn looked up to answer she was met with those auburn eyes again and then her eyes drifted down to Allison's lips. Her pink, soft, perfectly kissable lips. She was not thinking with her head when she let herself move forward to find out just how kissable those lips were and god, were they just as perfect as she thought they'd be.

Quinn's brain finally kicked in and she yanked herself back. "OH MY GOD! I'm sorry! I can't... I... oh my god... I should go!" she frantically said and started power walking back towards the door... and Allison.

Head down and eyes on the floor, Quinn didn't see Allison put her arm out to stop her from leaving. She was stopped dead in her tracks and before she could say anything her lips met with her professor's once again. Quinn heard the lock on the door click and felt the ball of Allison's tongue ring drag across her bottom lip. She opened her mouth and let a moan escape when her tongue was met with Allison's.

Without breaking the kiss, Allison began walking them both back to her desk and when they got there she lowered her head and began kissing Quinn's neck. Quinn let another moan escape from her throat and then breathlessly she whispered to her professor, "We shouldn't do this," even though she wanted it more than anything.

Allison grabbed the strap on Quinn's messenger bag and lifted it off of her. After tossing it into her desk chair she said, "I know," and continued to kiss Quinn's neck.

'This could be so bad,' Quinn thought as she was lying down on Allison's empty desk. But as her professor went down on her, all she could think about was how good it felt.

Luckily for Quinn, it never got bad. She and Allison kept meeting like this. Quinn got an A that she actually deserved in her Shakespeare class and into NYU. They were only sleeping together, but the second Quinn sensed she was developing actual feelings for her professor, she broke it off. She was moving to New York in the fall, she didn't want a reason to come back to Chicago.

A/N: Hello everyone, the attention whore is back! Let me know what you thought! Personally I'm a big fan of this one. I hope you all enjoyed it! Hope you have a wonderful day!