I apologize for the many grammatical errors :P Sadly, English is still not my first language :) I also started a new fic titled "You Kidnapped My Heart", if you want to take a look :)
Hope you like this chapter :)
Chapter 4
You're fucking tired. Why must school start so early? Couldn't it start like at ten? A girl needs her beauty sleep. And, more important, she doesn't need to see Puckerman this early in the morning.
"Morning gorgeous!" Her yells at you from the other side of the parking lot.
"Good morning, Noah." Answers Quinn, while you just grunted in reply.
He comes closer to you and Quinn, placing himself between the both of you and handing out his arms for you to take.
"We're not students anymore, Puckerman. You don't need to be seen with the hottest girls to be cool and respected. You're a teacher now, if that's what you want to be called, and the kids have to respect you." You tell him while taking his arm anyway and walking towards the main door.
"First of all I don't need you girls to be cool. I mean, have you seen me?" He asks winking at you. "Of course you have, Lopez. Multiple times." He says smiling, releasing both you and Quinn's arms as soon as you walk through the door.
"And I'm going to regret that for the rest of my life." You tell him.
Quinn, who remained silent for the whole walk, probably enjoying the interaction between you and Puck, is now laughing at Puck's face more than because of your joke and, when she stops, she joins you in trying to piss Puckerman off.
"Yeah, she told me that so many times. She also frequently says 'Fabray, if there's a reason why I am gay that must be Puckerman.'" She says between laughs.
Puck's face is priceless. He went from being so sure of himself to look like an abandoned puppy, and the speed of this change is what surprises you the most. Say something bad about his sexual performances and he will get depressed within three seconds.
"You know what?" He says with his arms crossed, shifting his gaze between the two of you while you walk near the lockers to reach the teacher's lounge. "I don't want to talk to you anymore."
He's now pouting and you would have laughed if you hadn't seen a group of cheerleaders walking towards you. And that's when you let Quinn and Puck discuss and you focus, not so voluntarily, on who's heading the group: Brittany.
You wonder why she's at school so early, since you haven't ever seen her on time, but you stop asking yourself unnecessary questions when you realize she saw you as well.
As usual she's looking at you straight in the eyes, almost challenging you and you can clearly see how she pulls her shoulders back a little in order to let her uniform rise up lightly on her abdomen, slightly revealing the great abs you know she has.
She's walking in front of the group and you think her hips move more since she has seen you. But you couldn't care less and, pretending you dropped your bag by accident, you mutter Quinn and Puck to go ahead. Then you kneel down, obviously to collect the things fallen out of your bag and not to enjoy, from a new perspective, the way her legs are moving.
From your new location you can perfectly see how her leg muscles tend and relax with every steps she takes, thanking whoever made the uniforms skirts so short. You know you shouldn't look at your student like this, but since Saturday you can't stop thinking about her breath on your skin, her gentle touch on your abdomen and the way she, so blatantly, told you how she dreams about you. You also consider how cheap your hot water bill will be, due to the amount of cold showers you had to took to wash away the perception of her on your skin.
Even if thinking of her like this is wrong, you think that as long as you limit yourself to look but not to touch you are not doing anything bad.
When you move your gaze from her legs to her face you can see a very satisfied expression. She must have realized what you were doing. You try to look away, but you find yourself unable to do so. She's looking at you with a mischievous smirk and the way she winks at you is just too much for you to handle.
You quickly put everything back into your bag and you stand up in order to escape from her gaze and her mesmerizing beauty, but it's too late. While you were getting up on your feet again she reached you, so she's now standing right in front of you in all her glory, while the other Cheerios have reached each her own locker.
"I – uh – dropped my bag." You try to justify your actions, but the smirk on her face makes you realize she understood what you were actually doing.
"Sure." She smiles at you, clearly not believing your words even for a second.
"Uh – go to your class, Pierce." You tell her.
"I would, but you're standing in front of my locker and I need to take my books." She explains.
Of course. If there was a locker in front of which you could stand it had to be hers. You quickly look between Brittany and her locker, then you move to the left freeing her way.
"Oh. I – I see – go ahead. Take them and don't be late to your class." You warn her right before asking yourself when you became a stutterer.
Then she comes a little closer to you.
"Is there a punishment for those who arrive late?" She asks, lowering her voice so that only you can hear. "Because I wouldn't have the slightest problem if you were to punish me." She breathes out while opening her locker.
You thank god that no one's close enough to hear you speak.
"Brittany…please. It's not appropriate to talk to me this way at school. What if someone hears?" You whisper.
"So the way you were staring at my legs is appropriate, isn't it? What if someone saw?" She replies.
You don't know what to say. She's right, but still she can't talk to you like that. Not in a hallway full of people.
"I was just picking up my things." You choose to respond.
She shrugs and perhaps, lucky for you, decides not to insist further.
"Sure. I bet those who have seen thought you lost something under my skirt. Wanna look better for it?" She asks while taking her books.
"I wasn't-" You try to reply, but the ring of the bell interrupts you.
"Hey… I wouldn't complain, professor Lopez."
She winks at you one last time before closing her locker and turning her back to you, swaying towards her classroom.
You find it hard to breathe. The way she whispered 'Professor Lopez' sent a trail of shivers down your entire spine.
You take a long breath in order to accumulate a bit of strength to head over to your class, but you are more and more afraid of not being able to control yourself the next time you are alone with her.
/
Your day went by too slowly for your liking but, when you remember what you have to do tonight, you hope the rest of the day will pass by even more slowly.
Rachel, Puck, Kurt and Blaine are coming over for dinner at your place. They complained so much about not having seen it yet that you and Quinn had to give up and invite them over. Actually since you came back to Lima you haven't seen your friends and Quinn insisted on inviting them. You saw Kurt actually, but you're both going to pretend it didn't happen. It's not that you don't want to see them, is that you don't want to cook and tidy up your home for their arrival. Lucky for you, Quinn is in charge of washing the dishes.
You're waiting for her to reach the parking lot, since you obviously went to work together. When you spot her, she's is coming out of the door next to Brittany and they are talking.
At first you're attached by panic, scared that Brittany may have spilled something out to Quinn but when you see both of them smiling you sigh in relief. Of course Brittany wouldn't have told her anything, she enjoys your tutoring too much to risk it. And for what purpose? You don't think she would put you in trouble.
"Hurry up, Fabray!" You yell at her.
Both the girls eyes are placed on you now and, while Quinn's doesn't bother you, you still have some trouble at sustaining Brittany's. Especially after she caught you staring at her legs this morning.
"I'm coming." She replies, giving a warm smile to Brittany to say goodbye to her. Then they part their ways, not before Brittany gives you a different kind of warm smile.
If Quinn's smile was warm with kindness, Brittany's hot with desire and the way she simultaneously waves and winks at you makes your legs tremble.
"We're late." You inform Quinn while opening the passenger door, not returning Brittany's smile to prevent her from creating false hopes, even though you already did that this morning.
/
You and Quinn have cleaned the house and cooked for the last two hours and now you're sitting on the couch to rest during the last ten minutes left before your friends come over.
When the doorbell rings only ten seconds after you've placed your ass on the couch, the only thing you can do is to grumble Quinn go to open. You already know who's waiting on the other side of your door. There's only one person who always likes to be early.
"Rachel!" You hear Quinn shout before hugging your friend.
"Shouldn't divas be fashionably late?" You ask her, standing up from the couch and walking towards her.
"Oh, I missed you too Santana." She tells you before hugging you.
"You must have suffered so much during these two months after you came to visit us in LA." You joke. But she knows you kind of missed her as well.
"So, how is it going? Are you happy to be back in Lima? Do you like teaching at McKinley?" She asks. "Ooooh and who's this cute little guy?" She adds when Ringo comes to greet her. He's so cute and sociable. Even with Rachel, but you think that's because he doesn't know her yet.
"You know what? Too many questions." You tell her. "I'm sure Quinn's dying to answer. In the meantime I'll bring the little guy out for a walk, since we haven't had time yet."
You quickly grab the dog's leash, in order not to give Rachel enough time to offer to go with you.
Within a couple seconds you and Ringo are out of the door.
/
When you come back home everyone's there already and you greet Kurt, Blaine and Puck. When it's Kurt's turn to greet you, the two of you act like you haven't seen each other for so long, even if you saw him the other day. You feel lucky because you know he kept your secret and he will do it probably forever but, when he whispers a 'we need to talk', you wish you never talked to him.
For the entire duration of the dinner Kurt keeps looking at you as if he was trying to read yourself like a book. Everytime he asks both you and Quinn something about your job, the school or – even worse – your pupils you get very nervous because you know why he keeps doing it. He wants to test you. He knows you won't talk to him out of your own free will and he also knows that the only way to push you to talk to him is by trying to hassle you until you can't take it anymore.
That's why, when he asks you how the tutoring is going so far, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, looking at Kurt as to tell him to follow you.
When you reach the bathroom you wash your face with some water because Kurt's question made you think about tutoring and that brought you right back to Brittany and the thought of Brittany is just…wow.
A couple seconds later the door opens, you put down the towel you were drying your face with and you look at Kurt.
"What were you doing?" You whisper. "Are you insane? Do you want anyone to know about me and Brittany?" You ask.
"So is there a 'you and Brittany' now? Plus, do you even know how many times I tried to call you during the past few days? You returned not even one of my calls." He answers sternly.
"I've been busy."
"Doing what?" He asks suspiciously.
"Definitely not what you think. I had to work a lot, not to mention that I had to start packing the boxes I unpacked only a few weeks ago, given that I have to find a new place to stay." You tell him.
"Santana, are you sure about that? I mean, maybe you could-"
"I already told you I don't want to talk about this. Quinn and I have lived with each other for too long and we can't stand each other anymore. That's it."
He furrows his brows and you know he's conflicted. He would like to talk a little more, but he doesn't want to make you angry. Lucky for you he drops it but, on the contrary, he doesn't stop asking about Brittany.
"So, what's going on between you and Brittany? Why did you agree to tutor her?"
You tense a little. What's going on between you and Brittany? You don't have the slightest clue. You like her, a lot… but you can't have her. That, thought, doesn't stop you from losing your mind everytime she looks at you, not to mention what you become when she touches you and, if you go back to this morning when you made up an excuse to stare at her legs like a maniac, you realize this is just a giant mess.
"Oh God…" Kurt brings you back to reality, probably interpreting your silence in the wrong way. "You did it again, didn't you? My God, Santana…what are you thi-"
"Enough!" You stop him abruptly, placing a hand in front of him. "Would you stop supposing things? God!"
"Fine. Then tell me why you get so tense every time I mention her."
"I..." You drop your shoulders in resignation. There's no point in denying it now. "I like her Kurt. I like her like I haven't liked anyone in a long time. And trust me when I say that I'm trying, I'm trying, to get her out of my mind but I can't. Every time she looks at me I stop breathing, every time she touches me I can barely move and when she talks to me… oh, God. When she talks to me everything around me lights up. She's just too perfect Kurt and all I want to do is to come back to that night and touch her and caress her the way she deserves. I want to take time to just look at her, I want to kiss her tenderly like I haven't had the first time we met. I know it's wrong, but you told me to be brave and she asked me to think about this, so maybe…" You tell him shrugging.
During your whole speech he stayed still, with a shocked look on his face. Now he furrows his eyebrows and he's ready to speak.
"Wow." He tells you, unwilling to believe. "I wouldn't have expected something like this. But Santana, it's true that I told you to be brave, but this is probably the only occasion you shouldn't be and I'm afraid you misunderstood my words. I'd have never voluntarily pushed you towards her. It's wrong for so many reasons." He puts a hand on your shoulder in order to comfort you, probably because he feels bad for you.
"I know, Kurt. But what can I do? She keeps teasing me and I must confess I don't behave that well either."
He takes a breath before responding, probably thinking of the right words.
"You have to be more severe. Stop acting like a horny teenager around her and stop her firmly when she tries to do something. If you keep being weak she will try to hit on you forever."
You inhale in order to speak again when there's a knock on the door.
"Santana, are you ok? Is Kurt with you?" Blaine asks you.
"Uh… I'm ok and Kurt's right next to me. We'll be back in a sec." You answer, looking at Kurt in the eyes.
"I'm going to call you Santana and you'd better pick up." He warns you. Then he turns around and opens the door. A couple seconds later you're alone in your bathroom and the only thing you can think about is how messy your life is.
/
You're determined to follow Kurt's advice so you avoid Brittany for the next few days and, while you reach the Pierces next Saturday, you keep telling yourself that you have to be severe and professional. There's no room for weakness.
You ring the bell and again it's Daniel who opens up. He greets you, telling you to go upstairs to Brittany's room.
You knock and, when Brittany tells you to come in and you open the door you think you could literally come.
She's standing right in front of you, with wet hair and only a towel to cover her gorgeous body. She's still pretty wet – but not as much as you right now – and her damp hair are framing her face in the most beautiful way. She's breathtaking and you think that she looks ever more beautiful to your eyes, given that you've seen what she's hiding under that towel.
"Good afternoon, ." She smiles, playing with a lock of hair. "I had dance rehearsals until after lunch and I was very sweaty once I got back home." The corners of her mouth rise a little bit more. "But I just took a shower, so now I'm aaaall clean." She ends, winking at you.
When you regain the faculty needed to breath you step into her room, locking the door behind you.
"Would you please put some clothes on, Brittany?" You whisper, so that no one can hear.
She comes closer to you and when she reaches the corner of the towel with one of her hands, you pray she's not about to do what you think she's doing.
She slowly grabs the corner of the towel, pulling it slightly but enough to make sure the node melts. You can see it in slow motion. She grabs the towel, clenching her fingers tightly around the knot that keeps it around her body. She pulls it slightly, fabric parts slide under other, until the node is completely dissolved. She's now holding the towel right in front of her naked body, but that still gives you the chance to see some parts of it. You can clearly see her sternum and the upper part of her breasts, her left hip and a tiny bit of her hipbone, half left tight and then her knees, her calves, her ankles, her feet.
Probably not even a second later she looks straight into your eyes, with the same smirk on her face, maybe a little bigger. Then she slowly opens her hand, dropping the towel on the floor right in front of her feet.
You're out of breath and your heart is beating wildly into your chest and in between your legs.
God.
Last time you've barely been able to resist the provocations of a dressed Brittany, what's going to happen now?
"Sorry. It slipped." She says, still smiling but not moving. "I could, however, take the opportunity to get dressed. Unless you don't want me to."
You don't know which part of her body you want to look. Every inch of her body is just perfect. You wish you weren't looking at all, everything would be easier this way, but she's right in front of you and you're not able to look away.
You involuntarily lick your lips and you look over the entire length of her body, from her face, with her sparkling blue eyes, her lips so soft and red, her little freckles…then you look down to her neck, where you'd like to leave a big mark as a sign of your passage…then it's time to finally look at her breasts. They're so round and toned, but you know they're also soft and smooth. Her nipples are hard, probably due to the difference in temperature between the shower and her room and it seems like they're looking straight at you. How you'd like to lick them, suck them, bite them. You're looking lower and lower until you reach her abs. You have nothing to say about them, you already did that the night you met her and there must be a reason if you named her 'the abs goddess'.
"I'd ask you if you like what you see, but that would seem like a déjà-vu." She brings you back to reality and she's coming closer to you with a very evil smirk. "You know what? You're staring at my boobs just like the first time and, for your information, what I said back then is still valid." She whispers and now she's so close that her breath tickles your lips.
You remember perfectly what she said. She said 'you can touch them if you want' and, from that moment on, that became one of your favorite sentences.
Brittany takes your left hand, interlacing your fingers for a brief moment, before guiding it to her right boob. She places your hand just below her collarbone, giving you the opportunity to choose whether or not to lower it. You open your hand, placing the entire palm on her skin and enjoying her softness. The tips of your fingers are just above her collarbone, while the bottom of the palm lightly touches the upper part of her breast.
Almost in a trance you slide down your hand, breathing heavily when her nipple brushes the inside of your wrist. You already forgot Kurt's words, the only thing you can think about right now is to touch her, kiss her, fuck her.
Then you hear the noise of a door trying to be opened.
You quickly detach yourself from Brittany, who looks as panicked as you.
"Shit!" She whispers, moving at the speed of light to grab some clothes.
"Brittany, is everything ok? Why did you lock the door?" Her dad asks.
"I- uh…" She tries to answer while getting dressed as fast as she can. She put on some underwear now. "Everything's perfect, dad. We – uh – we didn't want Allie to bother us." She answers while motioning to you to go sit on a chair.
"Alright. Could you open now please? I have some cookies for you and ."
Brittany's dad is such a sweet man sometimes. This time is not one of them. He couldn't have chosen a worst time, although he probably just saved both your life and your career. While Brittany puts on some very-short-as-usual shorts and a t-shirt, you grab some books and you open them onto the desk in front of you.
When Brittany opens the door, her dad storms in with a plate full of cookies and he places them on Brittany's desk, right next to you.
"Aren't you a Spanish teacher?" He asks, looking at you with his brows furrowed.
You narrow your eyes, not really understanding the question. He must sense your confusion, so he adds "I mean, you have a Biology book in front of you."
Oh. Yeah… How are you going to explain that you opened a random book because up until five minutes ago you were standing in front of his naked daughter, you were touching her boob and only god knows what you'd have done if he didn't knock on the door.
"I…well, Brittany asked me a question and since I'm not that good with Biology I was looking for the answer on the book." You tell him with a forced smile. Thank god you came up with this excuse.
"Oh, ok good." He smiles, looking at the book for a second and, while turning around to exit the room, you can hear him whisper 'asexual reproduction'.
As soon as he's out of the door both you and Brittany sigh in relief and she sits on the chair next to yours.
"Jeez…that was so close." She tells you smiling. "By the way, did you really have to open my book on the chapter about the reproduction?"
She's now chuckling softly and she's so cute. But, now more than ever, you need to put a final stop on this. The situation is slipping out of your hands…what if her dad caught you? What if he suspects anything?
"Santana?" She calls you, placing a hand on your forearm.
You gently move your arm, in order to escape her touch and you tell her to open her book. You need to keep it professionally, Lopez.
You're explaining her the conjugations of verbs and she's eating a lollipop in the sexiest way possible.
She keeps the stick in between her thumb and pointer finger, rolling it occasionally. She keeps sucking on it, placing it into her mouth and releasing it with a wet pop from time to time.
You try not to look at her, but it is quite impossible since you have to make sure she's listening and, every time you do so, either she's sucking at the lollipop or licking her lips satisfied. And this is too much of a turn on for you.
Clearing your throat you keep going but when she places the lollipop in front of her and she licks it, occasionally curling her tongue to reach a new spot with her eyes always fixed on yours, you can't take it anymore.
"Ok, we need to talk." You tell her dropping the pencil you were holding.
"I have a better idea…" She starts, looking at you even more intensely. "And it involves tongues as well."
You can't let her start her game, otherwise you're screwed. So you stand up and you take a step away from her.
"Please, let me talk. I'd also like you not to interrupt me." You tell her.
She nods, sighing in resignation. She probably knows what you're going to tell her.
"I'll go crazy if you keep going like this. You have to stop, Brittany. I'm sorry but we can't go on like this, it's unethical and immoral. I'm your teacher and I'm way older that you. I can't do this and, if you're mature as you say you are, you have to respect my decision. You asked me to think about it and I did, this is my decision and you have to accept it."
She gets up, but you place a hand in front of you in order to stop her from coming closer to you and you keep talking.
"You know very well you have a certain influence on me and, if you keep acting like this, I'm not going to resist much longer. But it wouldn't be right for me, because I'll probably regret it, and it wouldn't be right for you, because you deserve someone who doesn't regret being with you. You deserve someone your age who could give you what you need now, not a walking mess like me. You deserve someone who can proudly walk holding your hand, not someone with whom you'd have to hide. You deserve someone whose eyes and heart are only for you and I can't be any of it."
She looks so sad right now. You'd hug her, but you can't.
"Do you regret sleeping with me?" She asks with a sad look.
"No, Brittany. I don't." You walk towards her until you're standing in front of her.
"But you just said-"
"Look." You interrupt her, cupping her cheek with your hand. "It was amazing. I mean it. And I don't regret it at all. But I didn't know who you were back then. Do you understand what my point is?"
She nods softly, leaning into your touch.
"You don't want to ruin it." She whispers.
You smile. She's so smart.
"Exactly. I will never forget that night, trust me, but from now on you have to act properly around me, ok? We both have to try to behave. Speaking of that, I want to apologize for – you know – touching your boob." You tell her.
"I don't think you had much choice." She tells you smiling a little.
"So, are we ok now?" You ask her. When she nods you go on. "We both promised to behave. I hope we'll succeed." You tell her, making her smile.
"I hope we won't." She jokes.
You both laugh a little, but the sad look is still right there on her face. You're not happy with this either, but you had to stop it for both your own good and Brittany's, even if it probably wouldn't be anything more than just sex.
You take a step back from her intoxicating smell.
"I have to go. See you at school?"
"See you at school, Ms. Lopez."