A/N: Holy wow! The amount of reviews and alerts I've had for this story is incredible! I had no idea you guys would like the first chapter so much, but thankyou all for reviewing and adding it to your favourites. I really appreciate it :)
I just had to mention here real quick that this story won't be one of those stories where Rachel seduces Quinn, Quinn falls for Rachel automatically, they have sex and happily ever after happens. This is going to be quite lengthy, I'm going to go over the struggles that Quinn and Rachel both face as a result of the bet and it hopefully won't be rushed. That being said, there will be smut eventually. Loads of it. Anyway, I'm done talking, on to the story! I hope you enjoy.
Groaning for what seemed like the millionth time, Rachel let her head drop to the table in front of her with a thud. Huffing in frustration, she could feel eyes boring into her head and Rachel knew that if she looked up she'd find Santana's stupidly smug face looking back at her.
After Santana had showed her the bet that she expected Rachel to participate in, English had passed by in a blur as Rachel sat dazedly looking at their new teacher. As the bell rang, she'd left the room consumed with her thoughts as she followed the other girls to the library for their free period. Now, she was currently sitting across from the couple whilst having an internal battle with herself.
What the hell did Santana think she was doing suggesting something as ludicrous as seducing a teacher? Was she mad? Rachel was left speechless as she read the note that the Latina had shoved in her hands. Rachel had told the other girl that she couldn't find a bet interesting enough to go through with and she knew Santana would do everything to prove her wrong, but she didn't expect this. This was practically impossible, hell; it was illegal!
And at that thought, the competitive nature residing within Rachel reared its head as Rachel's subconscious argued with herself. Apart from flying, coming back from the dead or any other farfetched concept along the lines of that, Rachel Berry considered nothing to be impossible. She took each challenge the same as the last, with strong will and her eye on the prize. She'd never backed down from anything because it seemed 'too hard' or 'too unattainable', her determination was too strong, she was far too stubborn and her pride often prevented her from admitting defeat. And she suspected Santana had this in mind as she placed the bet.
Santana knew Rachel, she knew that the HBIC would never back down from a bet and she used that to her advantage in this situation, Rachel surmised testily. But this was different; this was seducing a teacher, which could result in said teacher being fired if anyone found out and for the first time Rachel let doubt creep into her mind. This bet was daunting and Rachel didn't know if she could do it.
Being caught aside, there were other things worrying Rachel in terms of successfully 'getting into Miss Fabray's panties'. Anyone could see that the woman was stunning, absolutely drop dead gorgeous and she could probably have anyone she desired. Now Rachel was by no means insecure about her appearance, she knew she was hot and that was evident by the hordes of her peers that lusted after her. But Quinn Fabray was in another league of beautiful, she was a woman and Rachel highly doubted that the blonde would be interested in young high schoolers.
Another hurdle she'd have to face would be sexuality. Who's to say the woman was even interested in woman anyway? While the new teacher didn't give off the 'straight as a ruler' vibe, she didn't exactly scream dyke either so it was hard to tell. Despite Rachel's sex appeal being able to drop many gay girls' panties, she couldn't really change someone's sexual orientation. If Miss Fabray was straight, then that was game over.
Also there was another thing that had been playing on Rachel's mind, and she couldn't seem to shake it. She was absolutely sure on her life she'd seen a bulge in the crotch of Miss Fabray's pants. She had been hungrily staring at the teacher's toned body and as she surveyed her legs, her eyes had come across a slight bulge. It was strange because looking at the teacher in full, the prominence at her crotch wasn't detectable but as Rachel had embarrassingly stared at the woman's center it had became apparent. To say Rachel was confused as she played the image back in her mind was an understatement. It definitely wasn't a camel toe, nor was it the seem of the teacher's form fitting slacks making the odd shape. It looked more like what the crotch of a male would look like, their equipment making a slight slope.
Feeling a blush rise up her cheeks as the ridiculous thought entered her head, Rachel groaned once more. What was even more confusing for the brunette, was the way her body was reacting to the thought of the new English teacher. As soon as she had taken in the sight of the gorgeous blonde, her body had reacted almost as if she'd eaten a sparkler. Heat rushed to her core and butterflies flapped around in her stomach as her eyes roamed the teacher's body, admiring her form. It was quite shocking for the brunette, as she'd never received that reaction looking at a male, let alone a female. She's always dated males, been in relationships with males and had sex with males. Given that she had two dads', she had entertained the thought of viewing women sexually, but she'd just never found any girl worth pursuing. Except for now as just before she'd laid her eyes on a woman that had inspired more of a response inside of her that any male had. Ugh, this is so confusing.
Taking a deep breath, Rachel tried to assess the situation and attempt to come to a decision as to what she should do. Accept the bet, or admit defeat? Deep down she knew she could never do the latter, even though Santana had set her a frightening task, she couldn't let the other have the satisfaction of her watching her back out of something. She was Rachel fucking Berry, she didn't back down to anything especially not to Santana Lopez. Not even on her dying day would she let the hotheaded Latina get the better of her. She'd do this, she'd accept the bet and she'd rub it in Santana's face that she was able to get into Miss Fabray's panties, she'd even bring her the teacher's underwear if need be.
Closing her eyes, Rachel continued to think about how she would go about the bet until a teasing voice brought from her thoughts, making her jolt. "What's wrong dwarf, you scared of a little bet?"
Raising her head off of the table, Rachel looked up to see a smirking Santana looking at her with mirth in her eyes. Leveling her with a frown, Rachel responded. "No Satan, I'm not. I'm not scared of anything, especially not trivial bets that I always end up winning. Speaking of said bet however, before I get myself into anything I want to know the conditions."
Raising a dark eyebrow, Santana scoffed. "You're really gonna go through with it?"
"Yes, I just said I was. I don't back down from bets Santana, unlike some people." Rachel taunted.
Dark brown eyes darkening, Santana ignored Rachel's jab and glared at her. "Fine, you have no idea how sweet it'll be to watch you lose." The Latina snapped with smug smile on her face. "Anyway, down business. You need to seduce Miss Fabray and get into her pants."
Sighing in frustration, Rachel gave Santana a pointed look. "I already know that! Your note said basically the same thing that you just did. I need to know specifics. Like, by 'in her pants' do you mean sleep with her? And do I need to get evidence of the event to show you? You know, you probably should of planned out your 'genius' bet before suggesting it."
Tilting her head in thought for a few seconds, Santana nodded her head quickly. "Oh yeah, yeah.. Alright, um, you have to go all the way with her." Santana said with a wiggle of her eyebrows. "And you have to get pictures of it, or video, I don't care. Oh and bitch, I came up with the brilliant scheme, I shouldn't be expected to work behind the scenes as well." Santana concluded with a snarky tone, lifting her hand up to pick at one of her nails.
Taking a deep breath, Rachel mulled it over in her head. She knew she had to at least manage to get Miss Fabray in a state of undress, but she was bit hesitant to find she had to go the whole way with the blonde as well. An onslaught of images of the brunette in compromising positions with the teacher flooded Rachel's mind, causing a surge arousal straight to her core. Holy shit. Another breath released from Rachel's lips, this one slightly raspy as she processed that reaction. Okay, so her body certainly liked the thought of being with the blonde, but actually going through with it? That was a different story. But if she could pull this off, she'd be untouchable.
Running a hand through her brunette locks, Rachel turned her attention back to Santana. "Alright, is there a time limit in which I need to complete this task?"
Huffing out a laugh, Santana looked at Rachel with amusement. "Task? Geez Rach, can you get more clinical? I can see it all in my head now." With her voice taking on a tone attempting to mock Rachel, Santana continued. "Hello Miss Fabray, would you like to engage in sexual tasks with me?"
"I guarantee with that type of talk, you'll have her spreading her legs for you in no time." The Latina taunted, laughing to herself.
Leaning across the table, Rachel slapped Santana's arm and hissed. "Santana! Must you be so crude all of the time?" Leaning back in her chair, a smirk formed on Rachel's face. "I'd wipe that smug look off of your face if I was you, I assure you that when I pursue Miss Fabray she won't stand a chance against my charms. Now pay attention, how long do I have to complete this task?"
"Yeah, yeah. I'll believe when it happens. But since I'm feeling generous, I'll give you until cheerleading Nationals, which is roughly about 4 months away." Santana said.
Four months, she could definitely work with that. Rachel's initial hesitance was fading away as she saw the possibility of actually winning this bet in her mind. She could do it; she wouldn't lose to Santana. As the thought of winning popped into her head, another question crossed her thoughts.
"Wait, so if I fail to do what is required, I have surrender my captaincy of the Cheerios, but what do I get if I win?" She questioned.
"If you and when you win, which I doubt you will, you get to keep with you the fact that you're a God for bagging a teacher and I'll admit that you will forever be better than me in any form of completion."
Scoffing disbelievingly, Rachel replied. "No way San, you know that's bullshit. Who would want bragging rights as a prize? You get the opportunity to run for head Cheerio if I lose, I should get something on top of being able to shove the face that I'm better than you in your face. Which I already do everyday anyway."
Rolling her eyes, Santana clucked her tongue. " Shutup bitch, Sue must be drugging the pansy vegan crap that you consume because you are fucking delusional. Nothing can beat this." Santana flicked imaginary dirt of her shoulder before continuing. "But fair enough, I wouldn't want bragging rights either. If you win, you can have my signed Funny Girl original promo poster. You in?"
Gasping, Rachel snapped her eyes from the table and up to Santana's. Not many people knew it about the Latina, but Santana was a hardcore Broadway fan. She'd deny all she wanted if anyone found out, but her love of old musicals rivaled Rachel's. Rachel remembers when Santana had come into possession of that poster which was signed by Barbra herself. Santana had stayed up all night on Ebay fighting tooth and nail against various other bidders for the rare poster. Rachel would have tried to purchase the poster herself, but it turned out to be incredibly expensive and the Berry's just didn't have that kind of money. Fortunately for Santana, her father was a doctor and had presented the Latina with her very own credit card to use on 'anything his little princess wanted'. In the end, Santana had won the bidding contest, and after handing over a large sum she was the new owner of the prized possession. Santana loved the thing, and when Rachel ever ventured over to her house, she'd make sure to rub it in the brunette's face, much to Rachel's jealousy.
Eagerly nodding her head, Rachel quickly agreed with a hurried, "I'm in."
Smirking, Santana conceded. "Alright then Berry, you're on. Don't come sulking to me when you lose, alright?" She teased. "Oh yeah, we need a witness for this. Maybe like a handshake to make it official as well so your cowardly ass can't back out. Britt?"
Turning toward her girlfriend, Santana nudged the ever silent and extremely distracted blonde. Brittany had been captivated by her Gameboy as soon as they'd entered the library, and she'd been battling her way through Goldenrod city gym on Pokémon Crystal when her girlfriend had drawn her attention away.
Dragging her eyes away from the Gameboy, Brittany turned attention towards Santana. "What's up San?
Smiling at her girlfriend's geeky side, Santana explained. "Babe, we need you to be the witness to the bet we've made."
Nodding confusedly, Brittany agreed. "Alright Sanny, I'll do it. But what are you guys betting on this time?"
Smirking, Santana boasted about the bet. "I bet Rachel that Rachel can't get into the new English teacher's pants. If she loses, she stands down as head Cheerio. She wins, she gets my Funny Girl poster."
"Wow, that's probably the hardest bet you guys have ever done." The blonde said, tilting her head in thought before looking at the Rachel with a serious face. "Make sure you protect your heart though Rach, no matter what happens."
Taking in what the blonde said, Rachel's face morphed into confusion. What was Brittany talking about? Why would she need to protect her heart? All she needed to do was sleep with the teacher and get evidence of it. Simple as that. There were no feelings involved; her heart didn't need protecting.
About to respond to the blonde, Rachel looked back to Brittany only to find that her face had changed back into her usual happy expression before speaking again. "Alright guys, time to shake on it."
Santana held her hand out in front of her, waiting for Rachel to take it. Shaking off what the blonde had said, Rachel stuck her hand out grasped the Latina's hand. Making eye contact with the cocky girl, Rachel felt Santana grip her hand as she arrogantly looked back at her.
"You know what guys, I think it'd make it more official if you shook each others boobs instead. "Brittany added in an airy tone, staring at the pair with a dreamy gaze.
Giggling at Brittany's comment, Rachel pulled her hand from the Latina's, planting a look of faux disgust on her face before wiping her hand excessively on her top. "Yeah Britt, I reckon San wishes we could seal every bet like that too."
Having printed the sheet out the previous night, Rachel started the day with an intense workout on her elliptical, staring at the words 'Seduce Miss Fabray' hanging directly in front of her. Rachel believed in positive reinforcement and as she rigorously exercised to her gym playlist, she was feeling pretty darn positive.
For the first time in a while, she was excited to start her day. It was stark contrast from the apathy she was feeling yesterday but as her desire to win ran through her veins, Rachel couldn't help but feel enthusiastic of what was to come and how things would play out. She had English first period so she was hoping to get an early start in the bet and perhaps work out a game plan as to how to approach the beautiful blonde.
After eating breakfast, showering and pulling on her Cheerios uniform Rachel headed off to school. As she was running slightly late due to getting distracted by her dad attempting and failing at making vegan pancakes and almost burning down the kitchen in the meantime, the HBIC strode in the doors of McKinley High and headed straight for her locker. Retrieving her required books Rachel headed off to class, and upon reaching the classroom door, she strutted confidently inside.
Reaching her seat in-between her already seated best friends; Rachel ignored Santana at her right who was looking between her and the teacher with a stupid grin on her face. Instead, the brunette opted for looking around the room. The majority of the class had already arrived, as had Miss Fabray and as the bell shrieked above them, Rachel was thankful she wasn't late.
Looking back to the front of the class, Rachel's line of sight fell on Miss Fabray. The blonde woman had just finished up placing her belongings on the table and had turned to face the class, a stack of papers in her hands as she waited expectantly for the class to quiet down.
"Good morning everyone." The goddess spoke. "I hope you all had a good sleep because I have a pop-quiz for you to do" She explained, earning a round of groans to vent throughout the room.
Watching a cheeky little grin appear on the woman's face, Rachel couldn't stop the nervous butterflies from erupting in her stomach. Miss Fabray had the most beautiful smile, Rachel noted, which was not too surprising considering everything about the woman was stunning. Taking in her appearance, Rachel surveyed what the blonde was wearing. Dressed once again in the same high-class work attire, she was wearing a pair of high waist black slacks, black pumps, a silk salmon button up blouse that tucked into her pants and black suspenders that fit snuggly around Quinn's toned shoulders, showcasing her breast area nicely. Her hair was once again stylishly wild and edgy and her face was natural. Openly staring at the woman once again, Rachel was in awe of her beauty.
"Oh come on guys, its not that bad. I just wanted to assess what your last teacher had been teaching you and what level each of you are currently at." The blonde explained, a cute little smile still adorning her lips.
Members of the class mumbled in agreement as they accepted that they weren't going to get out of the pop-quiz. Starting at the front of the class, the blonde began handing out each quiz paper individually. Three students in, Noah Puckerman raised his hand behind her.
"Hey Miss?" The boy said loudly, grabbing Miss Fabray's attention as the woman nodded at him to continue. "Our last teacher didn't teach me anything. I think I might need a tutor." Leering at the teacher, Puck continued with a waggle of his eyebrows. "You don't happen to do private, in home tutoring sessions do you? I think you could teach me plenty of things."
Frowning at the boy's come on, Rachel turned back to Miss Fabray to hear her reply. Smiling politely, she replied. "Noah, is it?' Smirking, Puck nodded. "I don't tutor students myself unfortunately, but I do know of a few tutors that could help you out. My friend Robert is a fantastic tutor and he does home visits as well, he's taught a lot of boys your age so I'm sure it'd be no problem for him to come and teach you a few things." The blonde said in reply, amusement dancing behind her eyes.
Several huffs of laughter was heard around the room as Miss Fabray openly shut Puck down, one of them being Rachel. The blonde continued to hand out quizzes as Puck muttered something under his breath.
Stepping in front of Rachel's desk, Miss Fabray locked eyes with Rachel. As she continued to stare down at the shocked brunette, the blonde brought a single finger to her lips, wetting the digit with her pink tongue before using the same finger to catch the next quiz off the stack. Rachel's breath caught in her throat at the action, momentarily memorized as she watched the woman place the paper on her desk and walk past her chair to the next aisle. More butterflies flapped in her stomach but she pushed them down. I'm just nervous, she told herself. I'm just nervous because I'm worried I won't win this bet, that's it.
As Rachel calmed down, the teacher had handed everyone a pop quiz and had walked back to the front of the room. "Alright everyone, you have thirty minutes to complete the quiz. You may start now." She informed the class before walking to her desk to sit down.
Looking down at the quiz paper, Rachel attempted to focus. She was good at school; she'd never received anything below an A-. Maybe this could take her mind off of the blonde teacher. Scribbling her name on the paper, Rachel began answering the questions that she already knew. English was her favorite subject, and it was also an area she strived to excel in. Letting the work capture her attention, the brunette breezed through the multiple answer quiz, finishing well before the time limit was up.
Setting her pen down, Rachel looked around to find her classmates still scribbling away. Looking to the front of the classroom, Rachel's eyes fell on Miss Fabray's form once again. The blond was staring down at her desk, her lips sucked between her teeth in concentration as she scribbled away on the piece of paper in front of her. Taking a moment to think, Rachel made a list in her about ways she could go about building a relationship with the woman before seducing her. But as she had already planned out last night when she was brainstorming, it was evident that she needed to ascertain whether or not the teacher was sexually attracted to her or not before she could continue. But how?
Rachel had quickly disregarded the idea of asking the woman outright if she was attracted to her or not, because hello; sexual harassment, but she had a few other ideas in mind. She was debating whether or not she should engage in conversation with the woman, perhaps show a little cleavage and see where that gets her or just play the old 'drop my pencil so I have to bend over enough to see my panties' tactic. The latter option seemed much more favorable at the moment as her Cheerios top cover her cleavage, but the short skirt did wonders for showing off her long legs.
Continuing to stare at the teacher, Rachel's lips quirked upwards as the blonde woman's lips formed an adorable pout as her eyes remained focused on whatever it was in front of her. The woman's full lips pushed out even further as her brown furrowed and Rachel found it utterly endearing. Well, that was until the blonde sucked her bottom lip back into her mouth and nibbled down onto it. Then it just went straight back to sexy.
As Rachel kept on staring in the direction of the teacher as her mind wondered to various different scenario's of how she'd win the bet, her eyes snapped to focus as she saw the teacher's head lift. Hazel eyes locked with her own once more and Rachel felt a blush creeping up her cheeks for being caught being a creeper for what felt like the hundredth time.
Miss Fabray didn't look away from Rachel however, instead she held her gaze, tilting her head to the side and giving her a curious gaze. It should have awkward, Rachel surmised. With anyone else she was sure it's be awkward as hell, but as they stared at each other, it just wasn't. The blonde was looking at her as if trying to figure her out and Rachel was sitting there, feeling incredibly exposed as the teacher looked at her.
Their staring matching didn't last much longer though, as the bell rang shattering the silence of the classroom and making both women jump. Everyone around Rachel started to pack up, but she just sat there trying to gather her head.
"Hand your quizzes in everyone and put them on my desk please." Miss Fabray asked as she stood up to see everyone off. "I'll have these back to you next class. See you next week."
Lagging behind, Rachel slowly stood up to gather her things as everyone left the room. Okay, so plan 'pretend to drop my pencil' is a go. It was now or never, Rachel had to find out if the blonde was even remotely attracted to women, or more specifically, herself. Otherwise if she turns out not to be, she may as well forfeit the bet as all of her seducing techniques would be for nothing.
Sucking in a deep breath, Rachel fished around in her pencil case for a pencil before packing everything away in her backpack. She could do this. She was sexy, she could be very sexy and if she could just get rid of these pesky nerves, she'd show the blonde just how sexy she was.
Swallowing down anyway worry, Rachel picked up her quiz, plastered a confident and sexy smirk on her face and turned around. Practically sauntering up to the table, Rachel made her way over to the blonde who was standing next to the edge of her desk closest to the door, packing her stuff away. Coming to a stop next to the table, Rachel pressed her quiz onto the desk, making the blonde look up. Smirking up at the gorgeous woman, Rachel coyly maintained eye contact whilst sucking the end of the pencil into her mouth and chewing on it. As the teacher's eyes narrowed in on the pencil and the seductive action, Rachel new she'd gotten her attention so she shouldered her bag began to walk towards the door leisurely.
But as she was halfway to the door, she 'dropped' her pencil, the grey lead landing near her feat. Looking over her shoulder, Rachel found that Miss Fabray had turned her body in the direction of the door and was looking at her perplexedly. Perfect.
Looking straight at the blonde, Rachel smiled shyly before throwing an innocently little, "Oops" at the teacher with a shrug of her shoulders before facing forward again to retrieve her pencil. Here it comes. Bending over ever so slowly, Rachel bent her body over at her waist as she leant down to get her pencil. Exaggerating the effort, the brunette leaned over even more until her Cheerios skirt had ridden all the way up her thigh, exposing her long legs and revealing her spanks and the curve of her ass to the blonde behind her.
Snatching up the pencil, Rachel leant back up and turned around to assess the blonde's reaction, surprising Rachel with what she found. The woman's cheeks were flushed considerably, her breathing was a little heavier and her eyes were trained down at her ass. Feeling a jolt of arousal as Miss Fabray practically leered at her body, Rachel smirked in victory. It had worked.
"See you later Miss Fabray." Rachel said with a low tone and wink as the teacher finally met her eyes with red cheeks. Getting a nonsensical mumble in return, the brunette giggled to herself as she walked out the door.
Quinn Fabray, prepare to be seduced.