((A/N- Somehow this turned into 8 pages. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. I don't even know what I'm writing anymore. I'm gonna go find something to eat now, though. Smut makes me hungry, apparently. I'm almost afraid of what the last day's story is gonna turn out to be. They just keep getting longer and dirtier as we go… Anyway, enjoy the science! And the pezberry, I guess. Somehow various fics of mine become educational. What even?))
She was a geek, a nerd, a- a loser. And a whore, if Quinn Fabray had anything to say about it. But that didn't stop Rachel from looking, and noticing, and wanting.
As she slowly, but not too slowly, put her books in her locker and prepared for the last period of the day, she glanced down the hall to where Santana Lopez and her friends stood, laughing and smiling about something that was most likely far, far more interesting than the latest cheer routine, or the new clothing line coming out in a month, or whatever it was that Kurt and Quinn next to her were going on about.
A white, short-sleeved blouse, tucked into black slacks that fit perfectly and hair pulled back into a tight pony, highlighting the thin rimmed glasses covering dark chocolate eyes. God she's the hottest science nerd in the world. It's not fair. Losers aren't supposed to actually look good in clothes like that. Ever. As the warning bell rang she was pulled from her thoughts by Quinn saying goodbye and Kurt putting her arm through his. They made their way to Physical Science, Rachel's most hated class, and the young man next to her was smirking.
"So… You're gonna have to keep your leering in check, Miss Superstar, if you don't want Quinn asking questions and doubting your loyalty to the royals."
Rachel rolled her eyes, a mask of perfect indifference over her features. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kurt. Why would I ever be looking at a little science freak like that?" But the smug expression on the boy's face didn't go away. He just patted her arm and smiled.
"Hun, it's safe to admit that Santana is hot, for a female. Everyone in this school interested in the feminine sex knows it."
That was true at least, thought Rachel. She made a point to know as much about the other girl as possible, strictly for the opportunity to embarrass her, of course, were she ever called to do so, but that wasn't the point. She recalled a conversation she had had with Noah Puckermen the other day.
"So, I finally went to Lopez for tutoring in my math class."
Rachel looked up from where she was reading over sheet music, raising a skeptical eyebrow at the smug, lecherous smirk settling the young man's face. "Oh really…? And how was that…?"
Puck took a chair from the risers, swung it around, and straddled it next to the piano bench where she sat. "Let's just say that all the rumors about how she 'tutors' you, are totally true. And I got a B+ on my last test." The smirk turned to a positively dirty grin. "I completely get why like, half the school has lost their virginity to her. She turns from like, a pretty hot but completely pathetic nerd into this- gawd this super hot and super freaky sexy teacher or whatever. I mean, I didn't lose my virginity or anything that lame to her, but fucking shit man, if I'd known back in freshmen year I totally would have to her."
The conversation is making Rachel uncomfortable, and not for the reasons Puck would think (or maybe for the exact reasons Puck would think), so she just sets a disgusted scowl on her lips and scoffs. "You're abhorrent, Noah. If you're just going to sit here and talk about your sexual escapades with that loser, feel free to leave me to my music now."
Puck rolled his eyes but got up, not bothering to put the chair back, and left. She was pretty sure she caught me him talking to Santana later that day, but apparently he'd been shot down. The girl had just smiled sweetly (and Rachel was positive it had been insultingly sweet) and offered an apology. Something about only one session per student, or something.
Rachel had been so deep in her memories that when Mr. Switchoski called on her, asking her to state the book's definition of inertia, she could only sputter and go red in the face. Her classmates didn't dare laugh, but she could see them trying to hide smiles, and from the corner of her eye she saw Santana roll her eyes. That hurt, as much as she didn't want it to and refused to admit it.
Then Switch decided to inform them about the quarterly test coming up on Friday, and Rachel was pretty sure she was going to die.
Science was the worst of all her subjects. She had A's in absolutely everything (well a B+ in Algebra 2 but still) except Physical Sciences, which she had only been managing to pull a C in. It was disgusting, and one of her dirtiest secrets.
And then… an idea.
It was insane. It was wrong. It was falling into a social trap that if she were ever found out would absolutely ruin all the hard work she had put into getting to the highest rungs of the high school social ladder with such swiftness she wouldn't even have time to breathe. But… But it could also be her only chance to speak with the girl on… mostly acceptable terms.
Okay. Okay, I'll do it. Or I'll try. After all, she was Rachel Berry; Glee star, second in command to Quinn Fabray, and Junior Prom Queen. This was her senior year, and she'd be damned if she didn't take advantage of opportunities as they came.
Not to mention if Noah Puckerman could get a B+ on a Math quiz, she could definitely manage an A on her Science test.
It was after school and after Glee Club when she managed to track the other girl down outside the school, smoking just under the bleachers and talking with Artie, who must have just gotten out of football practice. She approached cautiously, double-checking to make sure the Cheerios were already in the locker room beforehand, and cleared her throat when she was within polite speaking distance. Both Artie and Santana looked at her the same time, eyebrows raised a bit in surprise before Santana smirked and Artie rolled his eyes.
"Can I help you, Berry?" asked the science prodigy. She blew a ring of smoke off to the side.
"I hope so, Lopez. You see, there's a very important test coming up in my science class, as you are aware, and unfortunately I am ill-prepared for it. I was hoping you could help?"
Artie took that as his cue to leave, waving goodbye to his friend with a knowing smirk. Santana just chuckled, snuffing out her mini cigar.
"What class again?"
"Physical Science."
The taller girl snorted, but smiled patiently. "No problem. Come by my house tonight, around 7, if that's okay with you?"
Rachel swallowed, her heart beating wildly at the smile being sent her way. "Yes, that should be perfect. Thank you, Santana. I appreciate it."
"It's not a problem, Berry. Remember to bring your books, though."
With that the two parted ways, and Rachel thought it was completely ridiculous how flustered she felt after a less than two minute conversation with the science whiz.
She was there precisely at 7pm, in front of the Lopez house, which was only a couple of streets over from her own. When she rang the doorbell all she got for a reply was a yelled "Come in, it's open!" from inside, so she opened the door, stepped into the house, and closed the door softly behind her. She looked around the entryway as she removed her shoes, readjusting her backpack before walking further into the house.
"Santana? Are you here?" There was no sign of the girl, but as she got to the living room she saw a Chem 2 and Honors Physics book laying out on the coffee table, along with a few notebooks. She must have been doing her homework… Rachel looked over what was written on the open notebooks, eyes widening a bit at the sheer complexity of it all. God that's hot. Why is intelligence so attractive to me? My life and popularity would be so much easier to handle if I just liked a nice face and big muscles…
"Not sure you're ready for that particular kind of coursework yet, Berry."
Rachel jumped as she heard a voice from behind her, turning around to see Santana standing on the bottom step of the stairs and leaning against the railing with her arms crossed, a joking smile on her face. Then the diva's jaw dropped once she was able to register the girl's appearance.
Gone were black slacks, replaced with a barely knee-length, tight skirt. The blouse was still white and still short-sleeved, but it was so, so much tighter than she remembered from earlier that day, and the top three buttons were undone. The girl's hair was down and her glasses were gone, and she wore black heels. Part of Rachel wondered how she hadn't heard her coming down the wooden steps, but that part of her was completely ignored.
"Um… Santana…?"
Santana was walking towards her now, letting her hand trail over the back of the couch as she moved in front of it and next to Rachel. "Sit down, Berry, and take out your books. I'm the student aid in your science class, remember? I already know how much you need help."
Rachel couldn't think clearly, and that smile was turning her insides to mush. So she sat down slowly, never taking her eyes off of Santana, and took out her textbook and notes. Santana sat down next to her – right next to her, with their thighs touching, and leaned over a bit to pick up the bright orange notebook that belonged to the petite girl. She flipped through it idly, frowning at some parts and tsk'ing at others, before finally setting it back down and shaking her head.
"You're horrible at taking notes, you know that, right?"
That snapped Rachel out of her daze momentarily and she frowned. "Excuse me? I'll have you know that I am an exceptional note-taker-"
'"For other classes, sure, I understand. But science and math are different. You need to think differently, and therefore take notes differently. But that's okay, we'll go over it."
Thus, for the next hour and a half, much to Rachel's surprise, they did indeed go over it, along with the coursework for the first quarter. It was oddly normal, but very helpful, and she was even starting to get used to Santana's incredibly close proximity and the way she would lean in even closer to point something out or write something down.
It was getting close to 9 when Rachel started thinking she should get going, and that maybe Santana only had sex with the people she tutored when they asked or something, when suddenly there was a hand running up her thigh and her breath hitched as her spine straightened up. Santana was leaning into her again, soft breasts pressing into her shoulder as warm lips brushed her ear. "You ready for your review test, Rachie?"
Between the hot whisper and the new nickname, Rachel couldn't fight the blush beginning to spread across her cheeks and down her neck.
"R-review?"
Santana nodded slowly, pressing in even closer. "Mmhm. We need to make sure you've learned everything for Friday."
"I-uh- I'm not sure I-"
Then a hand was under the hem of her shirt, tracing small circles and spirals around her navel and skirting just a little higher each with each passing. "If you want me to stop, say so now, otherwise you're in for the best test of your life, Rachel."
The moment her name was husked out the singer felt her core already start to get damp and any and all thoughts of saying no were just gone. But…
"It's just that- I'm a- I'm a bit, well, no, I'm completely inexperienced and I'm not sure if I'm ready for uh, that… I mean all the way or-" A finger on her lips stopped her anxious rambling and she looked over to Santana to see a soft, reassuring smile. It made her brain fizzle out, again.
"Relax."
Then she was slowly being pushed to the couch cushion, but was turned so that she was facedown, and before she could decide if she was okay with this position or not Santana's chest and abs were pressing into her back and slim fingers were slipping around her waist and dipping into the hem of her sweatpants. Those same slim fingers skirted over her core, above the cotton of her panties, and Rachel didn't even attempt to swallow the throaty moan that immediately rose from her throat and out of her lips. She felt Santana's lips against her ear again.
"Friction," whispered the woman.
"W-what?"
"Define friction."
Rachel mentally balked as her hips shot forward and down against Santana's fingers, which only moved with her and refused to provide any more than light touches. She couldn't seriously be expecting Rachel to think aboutscience right now, could she?
"Define the word, Rachie, or you won't get any of it."
Another moan mixed in with a desperate whimper as she racked her brain. "F-friction; the r-rubbing of the surface offff one body against that of- that of another w-which creates- mmng- creates surface tensssion rel-itive to the m-motion."
The fingers against her pressed in harder and began rubbing with firmer strokes. "Good girl. What is the push and pull of an object called?" Santana's hand was suddenly inside her panties and teasing her clit, pinching it lightly and pulling just enough to send jolts of pleasurable pain straight from Rachel's nerves and up into her stomach and spine.
"Oh God- Ican't-" Then the hand stopped again, and Rachel whined pleadingly.
"The question, Rachie.
Another desperate whine and the squirming girl nodded, forcing out the answer between pants. "F-force. It's called force."
Santana started applying just that, along with friction, right where Rachel wanted it most.
"Now was that so hard? Next question…"
And it went on, and on, and by the time Santana got to the last few things on Rachel's review sheet and notes the smaller brunette was a hot, writhing, panting mess. Her shirt had been taken off at some point, along with her sweatpants, but her bra and panties remained. She was so desperate for release at this point that she could barely comprehend what exactly Santana was saying, but somehow she was still able to answer the questions. It was mind-boggling.
"Almost done, Rachie. You're so close. Just three more questions, okay? Can you answer them for me?" Santana continued to tease the smaller girl's clit and glide her skilled fingers between and around her folds, only dipping in lightly every so often as her other hand tweaked and kneaded Rachel's tits. The girl under her just whimpered, but nodded vigorously as her hips tried desperately to cant back and forth against the other girl's weight. "Newton's First Law of Motion is Inertia. Define it."
Rachel squeaked a little as one of her nipples of twisted, but sucked in a deep breath anyway. "Nnnatural tend-ency of an- of an object tokeep- ohh- San-nng-" She paused, took a few deep, erratic breaths, and went on. "to either s-stay in motiiion or at ressst."
Santana hummed, nipping at Rachel's ear. She'd nip the ear when Rachel hadn't gotten the full definition, and bite the girl's neck if her answer was wrong. If the girl didn't answer at all, or took too long, she stopped moving her fingers all-together. Rachel keened.
"," was the hurried response, which was followed by a pleased and thankful moan when Santana applied more pressure to her clit and twisted her nipple again.
"Second Law," whispered Santana hotly.
"F equals m times a."
"And that means?"
"F-force eeequals mass t-timesss accel-acceleration."
Santana allowed more of her weight to push against Rachel, and began rocking her hip's in time with the diva's. "Apply it."
"You-you need more- you need more force, to move an obj-ect with more mass." Another nip to her ear. "The equation- helps you fffiiiiiind that force."
"Which is measured in?"
"Newtons" Rachel squeaked at a particularly hard pinch at her clit.
Santana began rocking into her harder, rubbing her clit faster, twisting her nipples harsher, and just all-together giving Rachel more as she spoke, "Third Law, Rachie. The last one."
She was so close. So incredibly, incredibly close. She'd been teetering on the edge since she was told to explain the difference between velocity and acceleration, and that seemed like hours ago. She could feel her climax coming on fast and knew that the only thing standing between her and it was Newton's Goddamned Third Law of Motion. "For every action there is an equal and opposite reactiiiooonnn." Just as she had finished speaking Santana bit down harshly on her shoulder and sucked, increasing her speed and tightening the circles on the smaller girl's clit and digging her nails into the tit she was kneading. That was all it took. Rachel came hard, hips jerking and legs tensing, trembling, as Santana's name fell from her lips over and over and over again in short gasps before finally just being cut off as she eyes slammed shut and her whole body went complete tense.
As she began to come down she collapsed onto the couch, only vaguely aware of how she was being turned onto her back and that Santana's fingers were gently stroking her folds as the girl laid soft kisses up and down Rachel's neck.
When Rachel was eventually able to speak, or at least breath enough to believe she'd be able to speak, she opened her mouth to say something – anything – and all that came out was a mumbled "Mmmph…." The smile and chuckle she got in return though was worth it. She opened her eyes just in time to see Santana licking her fingers clean, and suddenly felt hot all over again. But the other girl just kissed her nose and smirked.
"You okay there, Berry?"
"Uunph…"
This time Santana actually laughed, shaking her head and burying her face in Rachel's hair for a moment. "You're adorable. It's ridiculous."
Rachel just yawned. She felt sleepy. And warm. And happy. But mostly sleepy.
She didn't remember falling asleep, but she must have, because next thing she knew her phone was going off, her dads were wondering where she was, and she was packing up and getting dressed at 11:30 on a school night. She had barely managed to say a hurried goodbye Santana, who was in a pair of pajama pants and a loose t-shirt, sitting on the couch next to where Rachel had been sleeping, and had just been watching the other girl scurry around with a smirk on her face.
Rachel absolutely aced her test, despite fidgeting and having to cross and uncross and tighten then loosen her legs the entire time and do her best to ignore the way her cheeks and neck heated up every time she read a question. All she heard was Santana's husky whispers, and the knowing smile on the girl's face from the corner in front of the room didn't help.
After class she confronted Santana in the hall. "I must speak with you in private, Lopez. Auditorium." She turned on her heel and walked away without bothering to hear the taller girl's reply.
Ten minutes later (both girl's had a free period) Rachel and Santana stood in the auditorium, next to the grand piano that had been set up.
"You wanted to talk, Berry?"
Rachel nodded. "Yes. I was…" She took a calming breath. "I was wondering if you could give me another lesson tonight-."
Santana laughed. "One lesson per student, Berry."
But Rachel shook her head. "If you would allow me to finish. I was hoping you could give me another lesson tonight after I take you out to Breadstix this evening."
The girl, back in her slacks and a red blouse with her hair back and glasses back on, openly stared. "Wait, what?"
The diva and singing star smiled, stepping up to Santana and looking up at her through her thick eyelashes. "I would like to take you out tonight."
"On-on a- Like, on a date…?" It was the first time Rachel had ever seen Santana actually looking nervous. It was both awe-inspiring and amusing.
"Yes. On a date."
"You're joking."
"I'm afraid not."
You're one of the most popular girl's in the school, Rachel. You're best friends with Quinn Fabray, you've helped Glee win National's three years in a row, and-"
"And I am asking you, Miss Lopez, to do me the honor of taking you out on an actual and real date tonight."
"For a 'lesson."
Rachel shook her head, blushing and shrugging as she looked down. "O-only if you want to. I mean, I would like to, you know, continue actually be tutored, as you are an outstanding teacher um… other techniques aside, but um… Well I've actually been trying to find an excuse to talk to you- get closer to you since sophomore year and – well- it's just… It was an opportunity."
They stood there for a moment, before Rachel heard Santana chuckle and look up. "Quinn won't like it, you know…"
The diva shrugged again, smiling. "Kurt and I can handle her. He is the school social chameleon and- And honestly, you seem like a really interesting person, and I want to get to know you. And everyone knows that what Rachel Berry wants-"
"Rachel Berry gets." Santana laughed. "Yeah, okay, Breadstix it is. I'll pick you up at 7?"
Biting back a happy squeal, Rachel nodded vigoriously. "Perfect. 7 is perfect."
Santana just smiled, kissed Rachel on the nose, and walked away with an extra sway to her hips.