So my internet ran away this week, and I considered going to the library to post this but then this freaky dude was using the computer and he was on one of those porny 'singles looking for a good time' sites, and I was like "I would not touch that keyboard with a ten foot pole now!" Because who knows what that dude does with his hands when no one is looking, considering he was practically having cyber sex while some one WAS looking!... so yeah, there's your excuse!!
This chapter is dedicated to SexySadie88, because it's her birthday! Well it was and this is a bit late, but retrospectively, have fun being 22!!
Two weeks ago he'd kissed her for the very first time, and when that kiss had ended he'd told her that they couldn't make out in his office anymore, they had to find somewhere more private. They had sort of ignored that because they hadn't stopped doing it, that same afternoon he'd had a class last period, so by the time he got back to the choir room she was already waiting for him, sitting at the piano and tinkering away. They'd sat at the piano for all of about two minutes before she got up and walked into his office, shooting a seductive smile over her shoulder at him, and he'd done his best not to drool as he followed her like a puppy dog. They'd spent a quarter of an hour making out, pushed up against the inside of his office door when they heard someone walking into the choir room adjacent. After peaking through his blinds to see Sue taking an old glee club photo off the wall and hiding it behind a bookshelf before turning to walk over to his office, he quickly grabbed some sheet music and thrust it into Rachel's hands. He threw the office door open, moments before Sue got a chance to knock on it, "so that's the song I'm thinking we might introduce for regional's," he spoke, hoping she'd catch on.
"Thanks Mr. Shue" she piped up, the perfect actress, "I'll give it to my vocal coach so she can help me with it," she informed him, ignoring the other woman in the room and stalking out with barely a glance back.
Sue scoffed, "Regional's are in three weeks, figures you'd still be introducing new songs as late as this," she berated him, but he wasn't listening, his mind had followed the stunning and forbidden sixteen year old out the door.
Finally snapping out of his reverie after letting Sue babble on for another few minutes he turned to her and with a flat voice told her, "don't care what you think Sue," before walking back into his office and slamming the door behind him.
Since then they'd ended up in less than appropriate embraces in his office a total of seven times.
Only once had she actually come to his office in earnest, on that occasion she'd walked in to ask why Kurt was under the impression that they'd all be wearing flare pants as their regional's costume. The moment she stepped into his office she began angrily ranting, "big flares aren't flattering on anyone, not even Kurt, despite what he thinks, although he things most of the things he wears look good, they just look ridiculous, my dad said that he gives gay people a bad name because he encourages the stereotype that gay people are obsessed with bad fashion, which is totally not true, although my daddy has a bit of a flamboyant bowtie collection, but that is completely different, because it's a bit of an ongoing joke, Kurt's fashion is a joke of an entirely different sort, the kind where people laugh at you and not with you," she paused, "why are you smiling?"
He'd given her a chuckle before proclaiming, "You look cute when you pout," it was an attempt to distract her, something which was not lost on her. She rolled her eyes and then tried to glare menacingly at him, but her wrath had been undercut by the smile that was pulling at the corners of her mouth, so she'd given up and jokingly done her best pouty Keira Knightly impersonation. He raised his eyebrows in amusement, "now you just look like a duck," he told her, though quickly adding, "A really cute duck," to stop her from leaving. She'd paused by the door for a moment, giving him a chance to catch up to her and when he had he'd wrapped his arms around her stomach from behind, leaning down to whisper into her ear, "you look cute all the time." The way his breath had tickled her neck had made her shudder, and she'd lent forwards, and pushed the door shut just in time for him to start trailing kisses across her shoulder. When she'd turned, he ran both his hands down her back, to rest on her ass for a moment before giving her a squeeze as he picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he walked back to his desk chair and sat down so she was straddling him. Sadly on that occasion he'd barely had time to rub his hands up and down her thighs once before someone knocked on his office door. He'd stood up quickly, planting her on the floor in front of him and silently gesturing for her to leave through the choir room.
She'd gotten half way to the door when she turned suddenly and quickly whispered, "We aren't wearing flare pants though, right?" and he'd had to tell her no just so he could get her to leave. Now if he thought back, he couldn't even remember who'd been on the other side of the door, maybe a kid trying to turn in an overdue Spanish assignment, or a cleaner offering to empty his bins, all he could remember was that it hadn't been worth opening, and he should have just told her to stay because whomever it was would have left anyway.
On three occasions she had purposefully started their trysts, once by showing up in his office while he was marking freshman tests during lunch and proceeding to stand behind him placing kisses along his neck which grew in insistence the longer she went on. "If you don't stop doing that, I'm going to end up with very noticeable hickys on my neck," he'd informed her.
"So stop me" she'd whispered seductively before letting her teeth scrape gently across his earlobe, after that it'd been a flurry of movement as he'd swivelled his chair around and pulled her face down to crash into his. She'd ended up with her hands braced on his shoulders and one of her knees resting between his legs on the chair to stop her from toppling onto him.
On a second occasion she'd been waiting for him on his desk after school, but when he'd approached the door to his office and she'd heard not only his voice but also principle Higgins' voice she'd ducked under his desk quickly. Thankfully as he sat down at his desk he saw her and purposeful pulled the chair inwards so that if Figgins decided to walk around the back of the desk instead of in front of it, he wouldn't also get a view of the underage beauty crouched and hiding. He was deeply grateful that Rachel had the better sense not to try anything while she was under there, because the fact that he had a stunning sixteen year old nestled between his knees already had him so horny that he probably would have moaned if she'd touched so much as his calf.
When Figgins had finally left he'd felt her hands moving up his thighs, and before she got a chance to reach any place special he'd rolled his chair back. "what are you doing under here?" he'd asked her, he had a smile like a Cheshire cat, and even though he was curious and his heart was beating rapidly because he'd been so scared they'd get caught, he wasn't mad, not even a little.
"I heard Principle Figgins coming, so I hid" she said as she popped her head out from under his desk, placing her elbows on his knees and her chin on her hands.
He was confused though, "but you're a student, if he saw you in here he'd have just thought you were here to ask me something" he said.
She rolled her eyes, "I realise that now, but in the moment I panicked," she explained, "besides you don't look like you mind," she grinned at him.
He wasn't sure if she was referring to the smile on his face or the barely grown but still noticeable bulge in his pants, he hadn't had long to think about it though, because the door handle rattled and turned and he'd had to push her back under the desk before Figgins stuck his head back into the room to remind him of one last thing.
When he let her out the second time she'd been scowling and rubbing the spot on her head that had hit his desk as he'd pushed her under. After that she'd been less in the mood for a bit of afternoon delight and he'd walked her to her car and made her promise to text him when she got home so he'd known he hadn't given her a concussion that caused her to have a car accident.
The third time she'd walked into his office, shut the door behind her and asked, "Do you mind if I change in here?" When she turned to face him he could see the remnants of some sort of pasta dish on her shirt. He would have asked her about it but she'd already pulled her t-shirt up over her head to reveal a satin purple bra, and he was transfixed. She slipped her arms into the button up shirt that she had as a backup top, but made no move to do up the buttons as she leaned herself against his desk in front of him.
"You're staring," she pointed out, and he tore his eyes away from her body to look up at her face, which he found to be displaying a mixture of pride and amusement.
"You're stunning," he countered, and he liked that she was still innocent enough to blush at a compliment like that. She finally moved to do up some of the buttons on her shirt, but he intercepted before she'd done even one. He stood up, never taking his eyes of her face, and ran his hands over her clothed hips and up the inside of her shirt, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his fingers. When he finally dipped his head to kiss her she'd ruined the moment by pointing out that if someone were to walk in on them it'd be impossible to come up with an excuse for their current situation. "Who cares," he'd countered, "so we get caught and I get fired and we can do this where ever we want," he told her as he'd let his lips drift down her neck and over her collar bone and towards her cleavage.
"Sure," she agreed falsely, wanting to sarcastically point out to him the errors in his theory, but he was so good with his tongue and she let her head drop back to give him better access, "except that my father's will have sent me away to a convent or a strict boarding school in England to get me away from my exploitive teacher."
At that he pulled back, "you think I'm exploiting you?" he asked, and she felt bad when she saw the guilty expression on his face.
"Hey," she said as she took his face in her hands so he'd look at her, "I don't mean it like that, I want this, I'm sure," she told him pointedly.
He nodded slowly at her, "but other people won't see it that way," he finished for her.
"Yeah," she agreed, the air between them now tense, she didn't like tense, "you know, if it were just us, and we didn't have to worry about anyone else," she said as she leaned forwards into him, "I'd let you exploit me however you wanted, wherever you wanted, as often as you wanted," she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her again. His fingers left trails of fire wherever they roamed, and she loved the way he traced the curves of her body, enjoying the first time she'd really let him past her clothing. Thankfully however, on this occasion he had more self control then her and eventually his hands moved to her buttons, and he made quick work of doing them up for her, before disengaging completely.
"You're right," he told her disappointed and pouty face, he leaned in to brush one final kiss across her lips, "another time, another place," of course they weren't quite done with his office, but they hadn't known it at the time.
On two occasions it had been him who started it, she'd walked in, with an office memo in hand, "I got a note from the office that said you needed to see me?" The first time she'd said that it had been said with confusion, because he'd never asked for a meeting before, but had totally been worth the bruise she'd gotten in the spot where her back had been pressed into the door handle. The second time it had been flirty and knowing, because she was pretty sure she knew what was coming.
The first time he'd been all hands, and she hadn't minded in the slightest, sexy horny teachers totally made her hot, and the whole experience was so passionately new and exciting that she had sort of enjoyed it when he'd held her ass still while he ground the lump in his pants into the front of hers. On that occasion the bell had rung and she'd had to leave quite quickly to get to a biology test.
He'd grabbed her arm, quickly pulling her back to him just long enough that he could whisper in her ear that he'd make it worth her while if she'd wear a skirt the next day. She'd placed one more searing kiss on his lips, tracing them with her tongue before she winked and sauntered out of the room.
The next day when she had again walked in, note in hand, wearing the tiniest denim mini skirt she owned (and was usually saved for days she was going to wear stockings, though that was not the case on this particular day) he'd choked on his coffee when he saw her. "I can practically see your uterus in that thing," he pointed out, mesmerised by her legs as she walked over to perch herself on the edge of his desk in front of him.
"You told me to wear a skirt," she'd said with a sexy smile and a head tilt, "So I'm wearing one, pay up," she teased. He leaned past her picking up a set of papers that were stapled together, he handed them to her and she stared down at the sheet music on them, "is this a solo?" she asked sounding a little confused. He'd nodded as she'd looked up at him, "oh, thanks," she said appreciatively, but sounding a little disappointed.
"Oh thanks?" he questioned, "you were begging me for this the other day" he indicated to the pages, not understanding why she wasn't ecstatic.
"Yeah, but", she paused now sounding a little embarrassed.
"But what?" he asked her.
"Nothing," she countered, "thank you for this, really, it's what I wanted" and she leaned forwards to place a kiss on his cheek, as if to prove she really meant it.
"You don't seem happy" he pointed out, "were you expecting something else?" he asked, wanting to know if he'd offended her.
She hadn't been brave enough to admit, that when he'd told her he'd make it worth her while if she wore a skirt, she'd assumed he'd meant 'in a sexual manner.' So instead she'd plastered her best fake smile on her face, placed a hand on each of his shoulders and told him, "no, this is better then what I expected," she told him, and she was a good enough actress that she'd fooled him for now. "All I was expecting was a kiss," she admitted in a very watered down truth.
He'd chuckled before leaning towards her, "I think I could throw in one of those too," he said, gently kissing her jaw, and then her cheek and then her lips. He'd been a bit shocked though when she'd excused herself after that, instead of staying like usual until they were almost caught in the middle of a steamy make out session.
The final time she'd seen him storming down the hallway, and had as subtly as possibly followed him back to his office, only watch the door slam shut just before she reached him. She'd knocked gently not waiting for a response before opening the door and following him into the room. "WHAT?" he'd spat as he whirled around to find out who had dared bother him when he was this pissed off. When he'd seen her standing there he'd taken a deep breath, exhaling slowly, "sorry, I didn't realise it was you," he told her curtly as he sat down.
She shrugged calmly, "what's the matter?" she asked, as she edged nearer to him, careful to leave him some personal space as she did.
"Sue is the matter, God I just don't understand why she hates me so much," he half yelled, "she wrote an anonymous letter to the show choir board telling them that I've had you all on steroids to enhance your dance abilities, and also so I could get Kurt's voice the way it was," he exploded.
Her eyebrows shot up in shock, before furrowing in confusion, "Wait, if it was anonymous then how did you know it was from Sue?" she asked, although not doubting at all that it probably was the creepy and bizarrely tall coach.
"It was written on cheerio's stationary," he explained, seeming to calm down a little, "Figgins said he'd have you all drug tested, but if you all came out clean then he expected an apology from the board for making accusations without reasonable justification."
She shrugged as if to indicate she didn't care about drug testing, "you may want to fake Noahs test if you want that apology," she pointed out, and he laughed half heartedly.
"I just don't understand why Sue has it out for me," he looked up at her, "or all of you guys," he added.
"Really?" Rachel asked incredulously, and he looked at her expectantly, as if waiting for her to drop some great truth on him that would change the way he saw things. "She's jealous," Rachel said as if it were obvious.
"Yeah, she'd mad I took some of her cheerio's funding," he agreed.
She laughed almost condescendingly, "no, not of the money," and she moved to sit on his desk in front of him a spot she had taken a liking to because of its proximity to her teacher and her rare but appreciate height advantage. "She's jealous of you," when he scoffed she carried on, "she has all her cheerleaders walking around in fear, they do anything she asks, because their scared of her. She looks at you and she hates that you have the same thing, and it has nothing to do with fear, it's all about respect. At the end of the day, any of us glee kids would do anything for you if you asked, because we care about you, and you care about us. She doesn't have that, and it kills her, because she's realising there's a better way to gain control then through scare tactics, you have more power," she explained, "and three of her cheerio's," she added as an afterthought.
He looked up at her in slight amazement, "you know, sometimes you shock me with how grown up you are," he told her honestly.
She smiled down at him with an air of superiority, "well, I get some of my maturity from having an older boyfriend," she told him jokingly.
"Oh really, well he must be pretty awesome to have scored a girl like you," he laughed, going along with her.
"Totally," she whispered as she leaned in towards him, "he's damn sexy too," she added before letting her lips collide with his, but pulling away after a moment.
"What's wrong?" he asked her after seeing her disappointed expression.
"This never goes anywhere," she said, indicating to the walls around them.
He nodded in agreement and paused to think of a better suggestion, "tell your dads that Saturday glee practice is going to be an hour and a half longer than usual, because we're so close to regional's and we need the extra rehearsal time." He smiled as he stood up, pulling her to stand in front of him, "we'll do something together afterwards, ok?" he offered, and took her smile as a 'yes'.
Little did they know, that that they would never need his office again.
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