Santana's POV

The next day was much like the first one and all other days that were likely to follow afterwards. I arrived unusually on time whilst Miss Harper arrived unusually late, apparently not yet familiar with the journey to work. She looked just as flustered as she had the day before though this time she was muttering things under her breath that only she could hear, I almost wished that I was close enough to hear for myself. Just like the day before, I watched as she pulled herself together and looked over at me as soon as she had dropped all of her things onto the desk. "I'm sorry" she said, looking in my direction though I assumed it was directed to the class as a whole. "..Car trouble" she finished, her eyes leaving mine after a fleeting moment, she had caught herself staring at me and me staring back at her. I smirked and looked back down at my desk, doodling on my uncompleted Calculus homework. This teacher was hot, sure... but that still didn't mean that homework was necessarily my thing. She was hot though, that was the whole problem. She was so hot and every time I looked at her, I felt the same way that I had once felt looking at Brittany. Yes, it was true that I hadn't looked at another girl since the first one. It wasn't a feeling of love or adoration or even affection but one of attraction and lust, maybe. It was just different and I wondered whether being attracted to another woman made me gay or at least bisexual. I shook the thought off and reminded myself that she was my teacher. My teacher which meant that I had to ignore my attraction to her like everyone else in the class was forced to. I looked up when I heard my name, my eyes meeting hers again. Like usual, her soft, pink lips were turned upwards into a subtle smirk. "Santana?" she asked again. Heck, she knew that I was in the room, why couldn't she just mark me as here? I was reminded why it seemed so difficult to shake off my attraction when she seemed to flirt so effortlessly with me. She didn't seem to flirt with anyone else in the class but I considered it to be wishful thinking. "Here" I said, raising my eyebrow at her, she looked away.

She stood up after what felt like no time at all and walked across the room, towards me I thought. My eyes drifted from her face to her hourglass figure, watching her hips as they moved so sensually without even trying. She stopped in front of me and whispered a quiet "Excuse me". My eyes trailed upwards again and I realised that her chest was now in my line of vision, I forced myself to trail them slightly higher to her own eyes. She smiled softly and at first I thought she was referring to the way I had obviously been checking out her body, but she gestured to the filing cabinets behind me and indicated for me to scoot my chair in so that she could get to them. I did and she walked around me, making me wonder whether my head would rest on her round ass if I let it fall backwards only slightly. I didn't even get time to figure out because she found whatever she needed rather quickly, leaning over me and inspecting the uncompleted sheet in front of me. Her eyes narrowed and she looked at me sternly. "That better be completed by seventh hour" was all she said to me before sauntering away from me again. Oh, god. All I could think about was the feeling over her firm breasts pressed lightly against my shoulder. Fuck, stop thinking.

I caught her looking my way only a couple more times before she dismissed us, telling the class to have a good day. I avoided another bout of embarrassment by keeping my mouth closed and leaving ahead of everyone else. On my way to English I briefly wondered whether she saw my obvious interest her and if so, why did she see it so clearly above everyone else's less subtle interest. Maybe it was because I wasn't physically throwing myself at her like the others, twirling their hair around their fingers or puffing their chests out whilst they made advances towards her. No, I was mentally throwing myself at her for sure, but I hoped that I remained calm on the outside.

Surprisingly, I managed to avoid thinking about her all day long, until study hall that was. The class was virtually empty, with students dispersing across the school to complete projects or to try out for sports teams, leaving only four of us sitting in Miss Harper's room. The other three were nerds, their heads buried in books or their hands furiously writing assignments that probably weren't due for weeks. I, however sat back and relaxed, earphones blaring music as I treated the hour as a resting one. My eyes swapped from being squeezed shut and trying to eye fuck Miss Harper who I caught looking in my direction more often than not. When she didn't break eye contact for a few seconds, I raised my eyebrow at her and she gave me a small smile, resting her head in her hands. I didn't want to look away but I didn't want to stare at her either, looking away for a few seconds before looking back, she was still looking at me and I shook my head as if to ask what she was looking at, she just shrugged and sighed, looking down at the papers that she was supposed to be grading. I'd ruined the moment I felt like and I mentally scolded myself for it.

She actually avoided my eyes for the rest of the period and I struggled to capture her attention later on in Calculus. Every time she went to look my way, she stopped herself, looking everywhere and anywhere else. I was frustrated that I'd fucked up somehow because now she wasn't even looking at me, let alone being her usual, flirty self. She left me alone to work my way through the task on the board and I briefly thought that I had managed to get away with not handing in my homework which I hadn't actually completed. She proved me wrong ten minutes before the end of class when she announced that we'd be going through it as a class. I thought that was a perfect outcome, at least I could write my answers in and know that they were right. "Santana" she called out and I looked up in surprise. "Maybe you'd like to come up here and talk us through the answers on the board?" she asked with a false smile. She knew that I hadn't completed it, so why was she doing this. "Uhh" I started, looking around and feeling everyone's eyes on me. "I didn't do it." I said with a shrug and she raised her eyebrows at me. "And why not?" she asked, I gulped. Why was she being difficult? "I..." didn't have an answer to the question and I looked at her pleading with her to lay off of me. "You...?" she asked and I looked away from her. "You have detention, that's what you have" she said simply, turning her attention away from me. I looked down, my cheeks bright red for possibly the first time in my entire life. She was making it so much harder for me to like her when she had such erratic mood swings, singling me out and embarrassing me whenever she felt like it and I felt my attraction towards her lessen only slightly. Hot body, ugly personality perhaps or maybe she was just teaching me a lesson.

I stayed behind after class like I expected she wanted me to but almost left 5 minutes later when she hadn't lifted her eyes from the papers she was grading to at least tell me off or something. I clicked my pen over and over to occupy myself, just waiting for her to say something. She lifted her head finally and narrowed her eyes at me in annoyance. "Are you going to cause problems for me, Santana?" she asked. I was surprised to say the least that she'd come out with a statement that seemed so... out of the ordinary. I didn't expect her to remain so calm. "Depends what you mean" I said, trying to lighten the mood and perhaps flirt with her, I sure would like to cause problems for her if she continued to check me out like she had done ever since we met. I'm sure we could cause a lot of problems for each other. She rolled her eyes, perhaps amused. "I heard that you cause problems for the other teachers, are you going to cause problems for me?" she asked, softer this time. I didn't know whether to feel flattered that she had gone out of her way to find out about me or concerned that other teachers were painting her a bad picture. "I tend to cause problems, yes" I admitted with a shrug. "I'll try my hardest to go easy on you" I said without thought, almost facepalming when I thought about how bad that could be taken. She seemed to figure it out for herself, covering her face with her hands and letting me hear that contagious laugh. "That isn't what I meant" I said, trying to cover my tracks, rewind time almost. She just shook her head in disbelief and carried on talking. "I'd like it if you did that... went easy on me I mean." she said, sighing when she realised she had embarrassed herself like I had. "I mean, I'd like it if you didn't cause me any problems." she said, chewing on the inside of her lip. I couldn't help but wonder if that held a double meaning. Perhaps it was an indirect way of her telling me to keep my distance... stop looking at her if that was at all possible. "I'll do my homework and refrain from talking back if that's what you mean?" I asked. She looked conflicted for a second before nodding. "Yeah, that's all I'm asking" she said with an uneasy smile. The urge to kiss her then was overwhelming. If she was implying what I thought she was then she was basically allowing me to keep on talking to her and looking at her like I had been. "Great" I said with a shrug, trying not to sound so enthusiastic. Even from the back of the room it looked as though she was blushing.

I sat in quiet for a few more minutes, watching her as she worked. She seemed distracted because she kept looking over at me every five seconds as though she couldn't concentrate. "Keeping me here for any particular reason?" I asked, wondering if she just expected me to watch her. She smiled smugly and shrugged. "I never actually asked you to stay behind" she reminded me and I felt stupid, inferior again like she had, had me feeling twice before. I looked over at the clock which read 4:10 and turned my attention back to her. "You're not leaving? I thought you would have by now." I commented casually. She shook her head and sighed. "Car trouble. It wouldn't start so I have to wait for my ride to finish work." she said and I obviously wondered if it would be a significant other taking her home. "I could give you a ride if you wanted?" I asked, jingling my keys at her. She looked at me, confused. "I thought your mom drove you around?" she asked and I laughed. "Oh, no... My parents were in town for a couple days so they insisted... they're gone again so I'm back to driving myself" I informed her. She nodded. "Well thanks... but I probably shouldn't accept." she said nervously. I wondered why but didn't question it, nodding slowly and standing up. "Well... Have a good evening Miss Harper" I said, walking towards the door, I looked back at her once more before heading out.

Miss Harper POV

I woke up early the next day, determined not to be late to class for a second time. My car was unpredictable, I knew this so I figured that leaving early would ensure that I got there before the students. Before Santana. It was 7am when I left the door, homeroom not starting until 9. Throwing my things onto the backseat, I got in and tried to start it up. Nothing, it was completely dead. No fucking way. I tried again and again and got nothing, panicking and frantically thinking up a plan b. Reaching for my phone, I dialled Lilly's number and waited to hear her voice at the other end. "What is it, Dani? I'm busy" was all she had to say and I had to roll my eyes. This was my fiance. The woman that I was supposed to be in love with, she just made it so damn hard. "I know... I'm sorry but I had an emergency. My car won't start and I was wondering if you could give me a ride to work?" I asked sweetly, trying to make her decision easier. She huffed and I knew that she was about to rant. "Do you really think I have time? Dan, I'm working myself to the bone." So was I. "Can't you call Jase and ask him to take you?" she asked and I had to stop myself from shouting at her. "Jase lives in another state, Lil. Look, please just give me a ride today and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again" I said simply and I could feel how annoyed she was getting with me. "Fuck, fine, whatever." she said, hanging up. I waited in my own car and sure enough, thirty minutes later she pulled up and waited for me to get in. I collected up all of my things and got into the car. "Thanks" I said with a smile, trying to lean over to kiss her. She pulled away from me and started up the car. I sighed to myself and shook my head. I should have expected this cold shoulder behaviour, I was used to it by now.

She dropped me off beside the entrance to the school wordlessly and I got out, slamming the door shut behind me. I didn't need her shit, I'd been used to it for months now. Storming into my classroom, I couldn't help but mumble under my breath about how much of a bitch she was and how much I was sick to death of the shit she put me through. My own fiance was losing her appeal day by day and I nearly felt guilty when I looked up to find Santana, instantly feeling calmer. I seemed to want her more than the woman I would be marrying months from now. I apologised to them, trying to pry my eyes away from the sexy Latina sitting at the back of the class. She was smirking at me like she always seemed to be and I knew that if we were alone right now, I probably wouldn't have had it in me to stop myself from coming on to her. I distracted myself by doing roll call, anticipating her name just so that I had an excuse to look at her again. "Santana?" I called, looking up. She was deep in thought when I desperately wanted her attention. "Santana?" I asked again, smirking when she looked up at me. "Here" she replied and I quickly looked away, not wanting my eyes to linger for too long.

I sorted through the endless piles of paper on my desk, trying to establish some sense of organisation. Standing up, I walked towards the back of the room where I'd placed the filing cabinets. She watched me and it made me feel good. I was proud of my body and I felt as though Lilly didn't appreciate it at all, she never looked at me the way that Santana did. I stopped in front of her and whispered a small "Excuse me", watching as she eyes trailed upwards to my boobs and then my eyes. She scooted her chair in and I walked around her, my heart beating hard in my chest. After putting everything away, I leaned over to see that the piece of paper in front of her was the calculus homework I had set her class yesterday. Leaning closer, I told her that I expected it to be completed by seventh period, maybe secretly hoping that she didn't so that I could keep her after class and do something crazy like fuck her against my desk. I wish. I groaned and walked away, hoping she was still watching.

Study hall that day was boring. With an empty class, it seemed at though I had no choice but to focus on Santana, checking her out as I always did. Her eyes were squeezed shut at some points and I wished that she would open them and stare at me with them beautiful brown orbs that had the ability to make me weak at the knees. She did look at me eventually and I smiled, resting my head in my hands to prove that I wasn't going to look away. It was brave and nothing less than inappropriate but I couldn't help myself. She raised her eyebrow when I continued to watch her and I shrugged my shoulders, not really sure what I was doing or why I was doing it. She shook her head and I took it as her wanting me to look away, feeling uncomfortable. It was then that I realised what I was doing, sighing and looking away, promising not to look back at her again.

I didn't look at her for the rest of the period, or later on in Calculus. It was hard to stop my eyes from landing on her like they did naturally, making myself frustrated. Why was I letting a child, though not much different in age than myself get to me? She was making me agitated without doing anything and I instantly felt bad for singling her out about her homework. It seemed to unnerve her and embarrass her when honestly I had expected her to bite back at me. I gave her detention and moved on, having to punish her whether publicly or not.

She stayed behind after class on her own accord and my mind drifted back to how I felt this morning, when I had hoped she would stay behind so that I break the boundary between teacher and student. Why was I feeling like this? Perhaps I was overwhelmed. It was justifiable that she didn't look 17 or 18, I wasn't too sure of her age exactly but it would be easy for me to assume that she was older in any other setting. I didn't pay her any attention, thinking about earlier when I had, had conversations with colleagues about how difficult she could be and I just felt it necessary to ask her whether it was true. "Are you going to cause problems for me, Santana?" I asked, annoyed with how she continued to click her pen against the desk. I knew that she was already causing problems with these feelings surging up from within me, making me crush on her like I was. "Depends what you mean" she said and I knew she was doing it again, flirting and I wanted to flirt back. "I heard that you cause problems for the other teachers, are you going to cause problems for me?" I asked. I sure as hell hoped she didn't cause all teachers the same problem, though I doubt many could deny how hot she was. "I tend to cause problems, yes" she admitted and I sighed. I knew she was causing personal problems for me but I hoped that she would stop herself from causing me problems within the classroom. "I'll try my hardest to go easy on you.". When I heard it I almost didn't believe it, my eyes widening and my hands covering my face and my blushing cheeks. I laughed because it was funny, she was funny. Another good quality, another thing that set her apart from Lilly. "That isn't what I meant" she said and I smirked. I sure hope she wouldn't go easy on me. Stop thinking about having sex with her. "I'd like it if you did that, went easy on me I mean" I said without thinking, groaning to myself. "I mean, I'd like it if you didn't cause me any problems." I confirmed, clarifying that I wasn't making sexual suggestions to her. Though maybe I would. No. "I'll do my homework and refrain from talking back if that's what you mean?" she asked. I thought for a second, knowing that the nature of this conversation was completely wrong without question. "Yes, that's all I'm asking" I replied reluctantly, because it was really all I was asking. I was ashamed to admit that I wouldn't be as opposed to her causing me any other problems. "Great" she said and I couldn't help but blush at the thought of anything blossoming between us even though I knew it couldn't.

I couldn't stop looking her from then on. Wondering if I wanted her to make a move and considering doing it myself. Simply walking across the room and breaking every law and every code of conduct by kissing her and maybe a little more but she spoke before I could even begin to talk myself out of it. "Keeping me here for any particular reason?" she asked. Yes. I want you. "I never actually asked you to stay." But fuck, I'm so glad you did. "You're not leaving? I thought you would have by now." Lilly, ugh Lilly. "Car trouble. It wouldn't start so I have to wait for my ride to finish work." I knew that I could be here until midnight, that's if she even came to collect me at all. "I could give you a ride if you wanted?" she asked and I had to chew the inside of my lip to prevent myself from talking on impulse because fuck, yes I wanted her to give me a ride to her place. I wanted to lay in her bed and let her do whatever she pleased with me but I could never actually admit to that. "I thought your mom drove you around?" I asked, trying to turn myself off of the idea. "Oh, no... My parents were in town for a couple days so they insisted... they're gone again so I'm back to driving myself" she told me and it became decidedly harder to refuse, wanting her to take me. "Well thanks... but I probably shouldn't accept." I replied, knowing that if I accepted her offer, all of my self control would dissipate and I would throw myself at her. She nodded and stood up "Well... Have a good evening Miss Harper" she said and I wanted to tell her not to leave. "You too" I said, not trusting myself to say much else. I watched her leave, wanting to leave with her.

When she was gone, I let out a huge shaky breath and put my head in my hands. I didn't know what it was about this girl but she was taking over every part of me. It wasn't even just my growing want that I was referring to, but the way in which her role in my life was making me question my own relationship. Everything about her made Lilly's appeal weaker and it was low enough as it was. Santana was highlighting my unhappiness and it was true that she was dangerous. The risk of her causing me problems was higher than me breaking the law and letting this stupid crush develop, it was the fact that she inadvertently had the potential to ruin my relationship.

Author's note:

Firstly, thank you for the wonderful reviews. This is my first time writing in first person so hang in there whilst I adjust. Also, I wondered if it is annoying for you guys that I go over events twice for the sake of telling them in both perspectives? Let me know if you would prefer I wrote it in a different way! Thanks again :) - N