Chapter 1
You're walking home and you're very tired since you haven't gotten very much sleep last night. The girl you met drove you crazy. You haven't stopped thinking about her since you woke up and you even took the long way home in order to have some time for you to think. You're not proud of what you did, at all, but that must have been the best night of your life. Ever.
You're a little scared of going home, because you're pretty sure Quinn is going to be mad at you, probably even more than the previous night and you find yourself hoping she got out of your place already, even if you're going to see her at work. It's going to be the first day at McKinley for the both of you. You are a Spanish teacher, while she teaches Math.
Ever since you met her she's been the most determined one, she studied hard to become what she dreamt to be, while you simply decided to teach a language you've known since you were born. You've never liked to study and right now you have to tell some adolescents how studying is the right thing to do. You feel like you're lying, but that's what you get paid for so you're going to pretend you believe what you say.
As soon as you open the door you realize she's not inside anymore, otherwise she would have yelled at you right when you unlocked the door. You sigh in relief. This is going to be so much easier, you think, even if you have to talk to her sooner or later. You drop your bag onto the floor and you go to the bathroom. You don't have that much time to get ready and you still don't know what you're going to wear for your first day at work.
You step into the bathroom and slowly get your clothes off. When you do that you can't help but recall how her hands got rid of your clothes last night, while caressing you and stroking your skin gently. Her hands have been so soft on you, yet so determined. You're turned on again so you decide to step into the shower and let the water wash her smell away. Or better, both of your smells since last night you mixed everything with her: your scents, your skins, your emotions.
You'd love to get off to her, but you have no time and you need to take her off your mind since you're never going to see her again.
After drying your hair you go to your room and get dressed. You're pretty excited since you're coming back to your highschool as a teacher. This is giving you a whole new perspective and in the bargain you're going to see some of your old teachers and principal and you're thrilled to show them you are not a pole dancer, even if this is partly (mostly) thanks to Quinn.
/
You're in front of the entrance. You're scared and excited. Scared because this is your first real job and you're afraid you're not going to be good enough and excited for the same reason, except for the last part.
It's pretty early and you want to take a tour of the school, to see if anything has changed. First thing you go to the football field where you had so much fun as a cheerleader, then you head to the locker room where you had even more fun with the cheerleaders. They changed the lockers and the benches, but it mostly looks the same. You feel something weird and you think you've missed this place, but maybe you just miss your teenage years, when everything was so simple yet so complicated. Back at that time things were really easy, but you liked to complicate them to have a little more drama in your life. Right now, on the contrary, your life is so fucked up but you pretend everything is fine. You pretend you don't care, but you do. Life's funny.
When you come back to the hallway you find it filled up with students. You even see some 'Cheerios' and you smile at how their uniforms have been changed. Their skirts are even shorter and their tops are now revealing some of the skin just under the bellybutton. Oh, how much fun you'd have had if you had been a Cheerio now.
You now go to the teachers lounge, in order to introduce yourself to your new coworkers. You know a couple of them pretty well, but you have to meet them anyway.
As soon as you walk through the door you catch a glimpse of the Puckerman squeezing Quinn. Of course she immediately spots you and her eyes are now both angry and sad. He must have sensed her body tense, because he turns and walks over you.
"Lopez." He says with a grin.
"Puckerman." You answer smiling back at him.
You're so pleased to see him. He's been your bestfriend since you were 7 and you even had sex with him sometimes. That was before you realized you liked girls, but you don't think you've wasted time with him. On the contrary you two had so much fun, both as friends and lovers.
"So good to see you." He says hugging you.
"I can't breathe you idiot. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen me during all these years."
"Are you kidding me? I haven't been seeing you for almost ten months and you haven't been picking up my calls for five weeks." He says, freeing you from his arms.
"I… We…" You don't know what to say so you look over to Quinn, who quickly turns her head as soon as she catches your eyes. "We've been busy. You know with the relocation and stuff."
"I'm not talking about Quinn, I'm talking about you. I've talked to her almost everyday during the past few weeks, but somehow you were always busy."
You stiffen at his revelation. He talked to Quinn? Did she tell him everything? You look at her, scared at what might be the answer, but she gives you the 'I didn't even think you deserved it' look so you decide to play it cool.
"Yeah… You know it's always me who does everything." You say with a forced smile.
You know you've said the wrong thing when you hear Quinn snort.
"Enough Santana." She says before walking over to you with a very angry look. "Besides, we're not done talking from last night and more important where did you-"
She can't finish her sentence since in the room is now storming the one and only Sue Sylvester, your former cheercoach.
"Well, well, well… is this some kind of reunion I haven't been informed of?" She asks. "I thought I got rid of you seven years ago, but I guess my ghosts really pursue me." Then she looks over to Queen before looking at you and she says respectively "plastic nose, sandbags what a pleasure to see you again."
"I didn't remember you were this much kind. It almost overwhelms me." you tell her back. "And it's my pleasure to see that your shitty shakes haven't killed you… yet."
After this exchange of sentences we smile at each other, because the three of us know we are all really pleased to see each other. Sue's always been like this, but the whole school knew you and Quinn were her favorite and, regarding you, you can afford to reply like this because you're not longer her student but you'd never have done that when she used to be your coach. Unless you'd have liked to run your life out of the fields.
"Do we need to talk to the Principal?" Quinn asks her, unsure of what to do.
"Well, you just did." She answers proudly. "Figgins retired last week and I'm now on charge."
"You what?" You ask incredulously.
"You heard right fake boobs. And your employment had already been approved by the council, or else you would not be here today." She says smirking.
You don't believe a single word she says because you know that, even when Principal Figgins was in role, she's always been the one in charge. But you know she likes to be considered as the 'bad guy' so you play along.
"I know Principal Sylvester but we're not going to be a disappointment." You please her with a smile.
"You better not." She tells you back.
For the past couple of minutes Quinn hasn't said a word. You hate to see her like that, but you also know you don't want to talk to her. You hope she would talk to Puck. You wish she could talk to anyone but you.
When Sue gets out of the room and Quinn follows her, Puck gets closer to you and whispers "You guys had a fight?"
You sigh in defeat and you tell him you don't and that if he's really interested then he should ask Quinn. Then the bell rings, saving you from further questions, and you and Puck get out of the Teachers Lounge in order to reach your classrooms.
You're going to talk to her before lunchtime.
/
Your day has been pretty good so far, maybe even more than good. It rarely happens, but you're not going to question it. Your new students are great, maybe a little lazy but they are good kids. Now you're a little worried about the Seniors. You haven't met them yet and you know they're the worst to deal with. The think they rule the school and you're scared they might disrespect you. But now you have another problem: you have to talk to Quinn. You will have to eventually, so you think it'd be better if you gave her an answer now. She lives with you and you don't want her to stalk you, so you're going to give her a quick response between second and third period.
You send her a text saying 'Meet me in the Teachers lounge now' and then you add a 'please' 'cause you know she won't come otherwise. Then you start to walk over there, not before you notice a blond Cheerio in the hallways. You only see her blond hair, her back and her ass and legs but damn, she seems gorgeous. You wish you could take a better look but as soon as you walk past her you can't turn your head to look at her front because Quinn is standing right in front of you outside the Teachers lounge.
"Shall we go inside?" She asks.
"Uh… Yeah."
So you both go inside and sit yourselves down.
"Santana I want you to-" She begins but you interrupt her.
"Look Quinn I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to sign everything you want me to sign, OK? I don't want to argue with you, I don't want to yell and I don't want to be yelled at. Got it? You were right… about everything. So please, now take your winning and leave me alone. Even better, I'm going to find a new place." You tell her.
"You don't have to rush. We barely moved here and we still have to settle down. We have time and besides I might not be really happy to share a place with you, but that's your place as well so I'm not kicking you out. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you. But where have you spent the night?"
"I… at a motel. I didn't want to come back home and have you yelling at me."
"I told you I'm sorry." She repeats.
"You always are and you always do it again." You tell her.
"You said you didn't want to argue so I'm dropping it now. You're going to sign the papers right?"
"I am." You answer secure.
"Ok then. Do it. See you at lunch?" She smiles at you and you've missed her smile. You don't want her to be mad at you, but she has every right to be.
"See you at lunch." You tell her and then you get up to reach your next class. The seniors.
/
You sit on your chair waiting for your students to enter the classroom. The seniors following your class today should be nineteen, but you can only see fifteen of them at this right moment. You don't want to wait for the missing four of them so, clearing your throat, you introduce yourself.
"Good morning. My name is Santana Lopez and I'm going to be your Spanish teacher this year. I might be young but I'm not stupid, so don't you dare trying to make a fool of me." You say with a smile, wanting to make things clear from the beginning just like you did during the previous periods. "Now, one at a time, introduce yourselves to me guys."
This is something you always appreciated from teachers. You liked it when they wanted to know something about their students, so you thought you could do the same.
"My name is Matthew, I'm on the football team" Starts the first one. "I'm not very good at school but right now I can say I really like Spanish."
Boys… they think they're funny.
You sit at your desk listening to their introductions when there's a soft nock on the door.
"Come in!" You say spotting four shadows without even turning your head. "I bet you're 'the missing four' or 'the fantastic four' or anyway you like yourselves to be called."
You can hear a gasp and pushed by your natural inquisitiveness you turn your head only to meet four pair of eyes, one of them wider and bluer than the others. You think you've seen those eyes before, but you can't see the whole face of the owner since there's a boy in front of her. But, by the way those eyes look at you, you think you're right. You've seen them before.
"The latter." Answer a blond guy with huge lips. Gosh, you think you've never seen lips this big. Has he had them surgically enlarged? You smile at yourself because which boy would do that?
"Oh, that's perfect. And you guys are?"
"Sam Evans." Tells the same boy, before introducing the remaining three of them. "This is Sugar Motta, Mike Chang and right behind me, why are you hiding?, there's Brittany Pierce."
While telling it he moves his body a little so you can now spot the person behind his back and holy shit are you suffering from hallucinations? She can't be…
"Sorry, I zoned out for about a second. Tell me your names again?" You ask.
"Sam Evans."
"Sugar Motta."
"Mike Chang."
"…."
This time everyone tell you their own name, except for the blond girl who instead looks right at her feet with a slight blush on her cheeks.
"So you are?" You insist.
"Brittany Pierce." She finally answers with in a whisper.
"Well then go sit and introduce yourselves properly just like your classmates did." You tell them without moving your eyes from her face and her body and you realize she's also a Cheerio, therefore she's wearing one of those illegally short outfits. You check her out, looking at her butt and gazing at the way her legs moved while sitting on her chair.
Oh God. And then it hits you.
She's a minor.
You had sex with a minor. You had sex with a minor who's also one of your students. And she's a minor.
You can't believe it. You should've asked for her ID, but who does that? She seemed grown up pretty well, you told her that yourself.
Jesus fuck. You need to talk to her. Maybe if you pretend that it never happened she'd do the same. But you can't do that. You're so mad at her for putting you in this position. Of course she couldn't know you were going to be her teacher, but you're sure she knew you were an adult. A very adult. And she shouldn't have had sex with you. Gosh, someone might have arrested you. You're fucking pissed off.
"… and I really like videogames."
You basically lost Sam's introduction but you don't really care. There's another one you want to hear eagerly. You're curios as if she would make some reference to what happened between the two of you.
"My name is Michael Chang. I'm Asian as you can see, I really like to dance." 'he's a great dancer' screams someone from behind. "I'd like to take it as a profession but I don't think my father would allow that. So I think I'm going to take mathematics in college."
There's she go. This is her turn.
"My name is Brittany Pierce." She says shyly. " I'm a dancer as well and I'm on the Cheerios."
"Anyhing more Britney?" You ask challenging her.
"Uhm… it's Brittany." She tells you.
"Oh is it?" You ask her. Seeing how the rest of the class keeps looking between the two of you, you decide to drop it for now. You don't want people to be suspicious. "I'm sorry then. My mistake." You tell her with a smile.
She seems relieved, but that ashamed look is still on her face. She stares apologetically at you, probably sensing your madness.
"It's not your fault." She tells you with voice so much low that you're not sure if you heard correctly. But if you did, you know she's not referring at your current 'mistake'.
"Is it my turn now?" The other girl asks and when she sees you nodding the starts. "My name's Sugar Motta and no, my father's not a mobster. I self-diagnosed Asperger so I pretty much say whatever I want. I'm awesome and I want to be a big big star."
You fight back a smile. This chick is crazy!
You let the remaining pupils to speak and right after you start your lesson. You only have a half hour left and you're having a hard time concentrating, since Brittany is staring at you with intensity. You clear your throat a couple times hoping that the noise will make her stop but she keeps doing it. You're pretty embarrassed right now. Her eyes on you are almost making you blush and you can't blush in front of your students for no apparent reason. So you turn your back at them and you take a second to think. You breathe a couple times to relax and you realize that it would be better if you talked to her. Oh God, this is definitely not one of your best days. First Quinn and now Brittany. And you hate to talk things out!
A bit more relaxed you turn to face your students again and, after ten more minutes under her constant gaze, the bell rings. Thank God!
You get up and you see that everyone's packing up their stuff, but someone's a lot slower and is now looking at her desk.
"Pierce." You call and you can see how she gets scared. She lifts her head up in a heartbeat and now she's looking at you expectantly. "Want to take Spanish with the Sophomores?" You ask.
"Uhm… No. I'd like to speak to you if you have minute." She asks confidently.
You don't know what to say. You hoped you'd have had a few hours before talking to her, but now she's asking you to talk in front of everyone and you can't refuse that. Wouldn't it be weird if the new teacher refused to speak to one of her students? Why did she ask you that in front of everyone? Maybe she did that precisely because she knew you couldn't deny it to her. Damn it!
"Uh. Sure." You tell her.
She now starts to pack her stuff and you know she does that to give her classmates the time to get out of the room, so the two of you will be alone.
She closes her backpack and walks next to you.
"So…" She begins.
"So?" You ask her. "Britney? Is this some kind of a joke?"
"It's not." She answers. "I didn't think I could get the chance to see you again."
"So why haven't you told me your real name?" You ask.
"I don't know. I was going to, but then something stopped me. Actually, I didn't want my mom to hear some rumor about a sex goddess named Brittany." She jokes, while taking a step closer to you. "Look, I'm not used to do… that. It kind of happened. I was out on a first date with a douchebag who left so I just wanted to drink and then you came to me asking if you could buy me a drink and you were so beautiful and I was-"
"A minor." You conclude her sentence.
"Yeah but…"
"No buts. It's against the law. Not counting that you're one of my students." You say raising the tone of your voice.
"How would I have known that?" She asks.
"So you're telling me you didn't know that for me having sex with a minor is a crime?"
"I'm saying that I didn't know you were going to be my teacher!" She answers.
"So, apart from that, you just thought 'hey, that douchebag left me, let's drink. Oh wait I can't, let's see if someone can pick me a drink.'?" Your voice now is even higher, so you walk to the door and you close it, resting your back against it.
"You want to know what I really thought?" She asks softly. When you nod she goes on. "Even if he was just a stupid boy, I was sad that he left because I used to like him. So yeah, I wanted to drink but that was not what got me to you. When I saw you-" She is now walking over to you. "- I just thought you were so beautiful that for that night, for only one night, I could pretend to be someone else, I could pretend to be an adult because believe me Santana-" She's right in front of you now. "-I really, really wanted to have sex with you. And I want it right now as well." She takes one of your hands.
"Brittany…" You tell her.
"I couldn't take my eyes off you the whole period." She's stroking your left arm with her right hand.
"I noticed." You tell her. "And speaking of that you can't do that anymore, someone's gonna notice."
"So? Am I not allowed to look at my hot teacher?" She asks. "I'm pretty sure everyone inside the class was checking you out."
"Stop playing." You tell her.
"I'm not playing." She says while cupping your right cheek. "I like you. And I liked having sex with you, it was one of the hottest things that occurred me. Ever. And don't you try to tell me you didn't like it. I was there and I saw how hard you came."
Your mouth opens at her bluntness. She's right. You liked it a lot, but you can't do it again. You take her hand and you move it from your cheek. Then you take a step left in order to free yourself from being in between her and the door. And, if you've been kind before, now you decide to make things clear.
"Listen Brittany, nobody needs to know that. I'm not going to get fired or, even worse, to get arrested because you can't keep your mouth shut. So I'd appreciate if you could keep this for yourself and never mention it in front of anyone." She looks down for a moment and then nods. "This is how things are and none of your comments about 'how fucking amazing is to have sex with me' can change that. Am I clear? I am your teacher and you are my student so you have to forget about everything else."
After you finish your speech, you can't decipher her facial expression. Then she turns, goes to her desk and grabs her backpack.
"Fine" She says angrily while storming out of the door.
Great. Now she's mad. You didn't plan to make her angry, but you needed to be sure she wouldn't try to hit on you again. Like ever again. And she got it, at least you think so since she said 'fine'. But maybe that wasn't sincere. You heard what she said: she likes you. So did she really give it up?
You hope so.