Rachel Berry was nothing if not organized, determined and efficient in every aspect of her life. She was strict when it came to her schoolwork, she designated times to complete homework and always had assignments completed in a comfortable time before they were due. She captained her Cheerios squad with an iron fist, assuming nothing but the best from her teammates as she expected noting short of excellence. And her morning routine of getting up at 6am, having a protein shake and enduring a grueling session on her elliptical had yet to be broken. She was organized, she planned ahead and she was determined to succeed with everything in her life, so it was no surprise that she approached her current bet with Santana any differently.

It was approximately 6:43 pm on a Wednesday and Rachel was sitting at her desk, pen in hand and scribbling ideas down on a piece of paper that was placed in front of her. She'd not long finished Cheerios practice and was now freshly showered; ready to once again continue coming up with a structured plan for her bet. She'd been working on ideas every night this week but as she found out a few night prior, writing a guide on 'How to Seduce Your Ridiculously Hot Teacher' was not as easy as she once thought.

Now that Rachel had proved that Miss Fabray was at least attracted to women, her conquest became slightly easier for her, but other than that, she was coming up blanks. She needed a game plan, one that she could follow step by step that would result in her doing the deed with the gorgeous blonde. But it needed strategy and honesty as well as smooth talking and the sexy teasing. She needed to charm Miss Fabray, make herself appear irresistible but also relatable.

She'd briefly considered staying behind after school, stripping herself down, mounting a camera in the corner and sprawling out naked on the teacher's desk in hopes that Miss Fabray would have no choice but to ravish her then and there. But then she realized that scenes like that only happen in badly made porno movies, so she opted against it.

Sighing, Rachel exasperatingly crossed out another suggestion. On top of not being able to write up her plan, her day had been lees than satisfactory. After getting off to a positive start, Rachel's spirits were dampened as Finn met her at her locker for a chat which was the epitome of awkward, then Glee club lunch meeting was canceled because that ignoramus Mr Shuester had stated that he had lesson plans to construct for his Spanish classes. Which was actually a load of nonsense considering he got his mediocre lesson plans out of a book and Rachel had seen him leaving the staff toilets with a wide-eyed Emma Pillsbury and lipstick smeared on his lips. So that had resulted in an unhappy Rachel Berry as Sectionals were approaching and they needed to practice, more importantly they needed to invent more dance routines that could hide Finn's horrendous 'zombie that has to poop' dancing. And then during Cheerios practice, a couple of sophomore girls that were on the team had gotten into an argument that escalated to hair pulling, over what Rachel wasn't sure, but she distinctly heard the words "As if Justin Bieber would be into a fat ass like you" being yelled and hearing that, she didn't want to find out. After tearing shreds off the girls involved, Santana had smirked at her and said, "When I'm head bitch, these brats won't put one overtly promiscuous toe out of line." Bitch deserved the suicides she had to do after that.

Santana had been acting as if Rachel was going to lose the bet all week, taunting her and being utterly irritating. She had another thing coming if she thought that Rachel was just going to lie down and accept defeat. Far from it. There was no way she was going to lose to the other girl either, Santana's gloating had only further encouraged her to win and she could already imagine her acting petulantly, pouting and refusing to talk to her as she won the bet. Victory would be sweet.

Turning her attention back to her page, Rachel scrunched up what she was working and started anew. After scrawling 'The Ultimate Seduction' as a heading, she listed the numbers down the side before writing 'Ascertain whether or not Miss Fabray is attracted to women' and next to it she put a tick.

After chucking out the idea of blatantly seducing the woman, Rachel knew that she'd have to build some sort of relationship with her before she could achieve her final goal. Nothing too heavy, just a few conversations, perhaps even become friends before laying on the charm.

An obnoxious scoff left the brunette's lips at the thought. Friends with a teacher? Oh joy. The idea of being friends with a teacher was quite ridiculous to Rachel and most likely every other student at her school as the majority of teachers at McKinley were either old, creeps or assholes. If she thought about it, most of the teachers she'd had couldn't honestly have given a damn about their jobs or the kids they taught. She'd had one or two rare ones that had enthusiasm in teaching and she found to be akin to mentors, but the rest were just apathetic and/or condescending assholes.

Mr Shuester was probably the closest of any to be considered a friend to her, but that was probably because he tried to act more like their friends than any other teacher in the school. Rachel wasn't to keen about it though; in fact she was rather opposed to the notion as Mr Shue tried too hard to be involved in their lives, especially Finn's which was seriously creepy, and she just wasn't interested in his half assed advice or hypocritical mentoring.

But Miss Fabray wasn't exactly like all the other teachers at McKinley high. For one, she was quite young. Rachel was guessing that she'd have to be around twenty-four, which was not an overly large difference between some of the kids at the school. Secondly, she was absolutely gorgeous. Rachel wasn't blind, anyone in that school could tell that the women's looks could rival that of a models. And thirdly, she was oddly approachable. She was warm and open and students at McKinley had taken to her already.

Okay, then it's settled. I'll develop a small friendship with her whilst simultaneously letting loose the irresistible Berry charm. Placing her pen next to the number two, Rachel wrote down 'Develop a friendship'. She figured that she'd need to have checkpoints of interaction developments along the way as well, so underneath she wrote 'Casually touch her' then under that, 'Talk to her alone' and then 'First time she initiates contact' and finally underneath that Get invited to her house'. Rachel decided against adding anything more as her goals would soon start changing to that of a sexual nature, and she felt like it was appropriate to get a few checked of before writing more.

Feeling pleased with her progress, Rachel put her pen down and smiled to herself. The impossible task that Santana had set her was becoming a reality in her mind, and she was feeling confident. Rachel was no stranger to concept of seduction, especially with many of the boys at McKinley High. Rachel was gorgeous and popular and boys had always been easy for her. With a bat of the eyelashes here and a coy little smirk there, she could have any boy she wanted wrapped around her little finger, as past history had shown.

Sam Evans had carried her books for her everyday for more than a year, Finn still continues to follow after like a little puppy and as much as Noah tries to deny it, if she were to ask him nicely he'd do anything for her. It was simple, they were simple and she knows how they work. She's not so worried about charming Miss Fabray, because she's hot and adorable and when she wants something, she gets it. She is however, a little more concerned about what charming the teacher will lead to.

She's had sex before so it's not like the fact that she'd be inexperienced was making her worry, but she'd never had a sex with a woman. After walking in on her best friends doing it more times than she could count, she knew how women had sex and having been attracted to girls before it wasn't like she didn't want to but the reality of having sex with an adult woman, who was stunning and also her teacher… Yeah, it made her a little nervous.

She wasn't opposed to having sex with Miss Fabray though. Even a straight girl could see the sex appeal that the blond woman exuded. The teachers friendly nature hinted that she wasn't even aware that she came across that way, but her swaying hips and sexy lips bites told a different story. She had a flawless figure as well and Rachel guessed that she'd know how to use it. She had strong arms, a lithe frame, muscled thighs an-

Anyway, moving on. If there was one thing out of this mess that she was kind of grateful for, was that Santana could have picked a balding, overweight and unattractive teacher to base their bet on, but she hadn't. Rachel would have refused anyhow, because she's pretty sure that most of the teachers at McKinley that fit that description live with their mother and, yeah it's just out of the question. At least with Miss Fabray she'll be able to wind the bet without cringing. It was a win-win situation.

As the end of lunch bell rang, a frazzled looking Miss Fabray rushed into the classroom full of students and headed towards her desk. From what Rachel could tell, her hair was a little more windblown than usual and as she turned towards the class, she spotted flushed cheeks.

"I apologize for being late guys." The blond woman rushed out, straightening herself up and coming to stand by her desk. "When you're extremely tired, it's not a good idea to rest your head on any flat surfaces." She explained, her brow furrowing in confusion while her hand came up to scratch her head thoughtfully. "I could've sworn I only closed my eyes a minute ago, though."

Various students around the class snickered at Miss Fabray's mussed hair and confused expression. The first thought that crossed Rachel's mind was that their teacher looked utterly adorable, but she quickly shook it off. Somewhere behind her, she heard Noah Puckerman's boasting voice whisper, "She was tired from all the fucking we did in the janitor's closet." The boys he was talking to around him laughed but Rachel just felt like punching him in the face. Jerk.

After scowling at Noah, Rachel turned back to the front. Despite looking tired, the blond woman still looked gorgeous. She was wearing a high waisted black pencil skirt that showcased her long creamy thighs nicely, a crisp silk lavender blouse and black pumps. The skirt outlined the curve of the blonde's hips deliciously and as she turned to grab something off of her desk, it also showed off her full and shapely behind as well. She was curvaceous in the right areas, Rachel noted, with hips and ass good enough to grab on t- What the hell is wrong with my brain lately!

"Alright everyone, before we get started with today's lesson, I just wanted to set out an exercise for everyone to do as homework. And before you protest, there's no getting out of this one, okay?" Despite her warning, most students in the class emitted a groan at the mention of homework. "I want you to write a few pages about the person you've come to be today, and the person who you predict to be in 5 or so years. Please don't write me a shallow description about yourselves, I want you to think about this one, okay?"

A round of agreement followed as Miss Fabray smiled one of beautiful smiles before continuing, "Alright, now I'm hoping everyone brought their copies of The Great Gatsby with them because I want you to start reading the first two chapters." She said before handing a stack of paper to the students in the front row. "When you're finished, I want you to complete the essay questions on the sheet of paper."

As Rachel waited for her sheet to reach her, she studied the teacher as she turned around and headed back to her desk. As the blond was addressing the class, it seemed as if she was deliberately looking everywhere but at Rachel. Of course, Rachel knew that at this current moment, Miss Fabray had no reason to look at her anyway, but the previous lessons her hazel eyes had sought out Rachel's everytime. Perhaps she's a bit embarrassed from being caught staring at my ass last Friday afternoon?

Rachel startled slightly and her trance was broken as she felt Santana lean across her desk and whisper in her ear, "Hey creep, I hate to break it to you but if you keep staring at her like that, her clothes won't magically disappear. You might get a restraining order on you, though."

With a scowl taking over her features, Rachel elbowed a chuckling Santana away from her and looked down at her book. She wasn't staring at her that hard, she was just assessing the subject of their bet. Wow, way make it sound anymore creepy.

Attempting to shrug of the strange mentality that had over come her recently, Rachel opened her book and turned it to page one. She'd already read The Great Gatsby before, but she didn't think it would hurt to skim over the first few chapters again. After briefly reading the content, Rachel closed the book and turned to her essay questions.

Putting her focus into the work set, Rachel worked through the questions attempting to keep her head down. A few times her attention strayed to the blond at the front of the room, but other than that her focused remained. Finishing the questions, Rachel glanced up at the time. There was only six minutes left until class ended and most of the students were still finishing their work.

Rachel spent the time doodling on the side of her page, continuing to loop little circles until the blonde's voice broke the silence around them.

"Alright everyone, start to pack up." Looking up from her sheet, Rachel noticed now that Miss Fabray had gotten up from her desk and was now holding a stack of papers. "Just before you go, line up and I'll hand you your quizzes from last week."

Watching everyone lift themselves out of their seats and shuffle towards the front, Rachel held back. As her friends went and joined the line, she saw Santana eying her suspiciously but she ignored it. She needed to start putting her plan into action; she needed progress.

As the last of the joined the line, Rachel packed up her belongings, shouldered her bag and tagged onto the end of the line. The line moved fairly quickly as Miss Fabray handed quizzes back to each student and praising some for their efforts, and encouraging others.

After the person in front of her was handed their quiz and preceded to the door, Rachel stepped in front of the blond women with a smile on her face. Miss Fabray looked up from the last few quizzes in her hand and her eyes met Rachel's. There was something in the hazel irises that Rachel couldn't place, but she observed the slight widening of the teachers eyes before a calm expression over took her face.

Not knowing whether or not the teacher actually remembered her name, Rachel straightened her shoulders and offered, "Rachel Berry" with a smile.

A small chuckle left the blonde's lips at Rachel's actions. "I know your name Rachel." The blonde breathed out in a warm tone, her smooth tone washing over Rachel and making her stomach do a small flip. "And by the chance my memory decided to fail me and I had to guess," Quinn looked down at the quizzes between her hands. There were two left, her own quiz and a boy's who wasn't in attendance. "Out of the names on these quizzes, I think I'd get your name right. For some reason, I don't think the name Harry suits you."

Genuine laughter bubbled up her throat as she took in Miss Fabray's words and the cheeky grin that she was sporting. Whatever previous hesitation the teacher had had now disappeared as she laughed along with Rachel.

"I think you're right, it's a bit too masculine for my tastes." She replied with a grin and stepping a little closer the blond in front of her. Quinn's eyes were warm and her posture was open and Rachel could smell the alluring fragrance that the woman was wearing as it enveloped her.

"Anyways, here you are." Quinn plucked out her quiz and handed it to her. Looking down, Rachel saw the 98% mark written in the top hand corner. "You did extremely well, the best in the class actually."

A smile pulled at her lips at the news, making her happier than moments before. For some reason, it was incredibly pleasing knowing she scored higher than her peers in her class. The pleased tone that the blond had spoken in made her feel giddy.

"It's my favorite subject." She offered as an explanation, looking up into Miss Fabray's stunning hazel eyes with a small smile on her lips.

As she looked up into the hazel orbs, she noticed what appeared to be a small piece of lint caught in one of her thick long eyelashes. She probably got it caught in there when she fell asleep, Rachel surmised, and without thinking Rachel cut whatever the blonde was going to say in response off and lifted her hand to remove the stray lint.

"Hang on, you've just got a little something in your eye…" As Rachel lifted her hand to the blonde's eye and pinched fingers came close to the offending piece of fluff, Quinn's automatic reaction was to bring her hand up and circle her fingers around Rachel's wrist. Quinn had obviously gotten a fright at the closeness of her fingers near her eye, so the blond circled her wrist to make sure she didn't poke her eye out.

As soon as Quinn's soft, slender fingers came in contact with her wrist, tingles shot straight down her arm. Her eyes snapped up to Quinn's as she felt her skin come alive just at the blonde's touch. Miss Fabray's eyes were intently focused on the fingers near her eyes. Was she feeling this too?

Realizing that she'd been in the same position for far too long, Rachel stepped a little closer to try and get the piece of lint from the teacher's eye. They were almost in touching distance as Rachel focused on removing the lint. As she tried to grasp it once again, her hand slightly jerked causing the loose grip on her wrist to slide down, caressing the skin under the blonde's palm. The tingles intensified and Rachel swallowed her quickening heartbeat as she finally pulled the fluff from the blonde's eyelash.

Pulling away, the hand on her wrist retreated and an awkward silence fell over them. Rachel's eyes met Hazel orbs and she was met with the same intense stare she'd been subjected to last week. The joking nature of their interaction moments previous had vanished as the tension in the room mounted. Rachel felt her heart rate increase as Miss Fabray's curious gaze continued to bore into her. Her eyes flickering down to soft looking pink lips, Rachel's stomach filled with butterflies. Tearing her gaze back up to hazel, she shuffled around self-consciously.

Breaking their gaze, Rachel coughed awkwardly before muttering, "Um, I should be going. Gotta get to class."

As if cold water had been splashed on her face, Miss Fabray took a step back and forced out, "Yeah, of course. Uh, have a good day."

Rushing out of the room, Rachel tried to clear hear jumbled thoughts.

What the hell was that?

Next chapter will have M content in it, just warning everyone.