Santana's POV

Our behaviour towards each other continued much the same over the next couple of weeks though went no further, the both of us trying to prevent it. Obviously I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how much I wanted to kiss her, but I'd managed to hold on to enough self control not to actually do it. I'd come close multiple times when she'd looked at me for a little too long or allowed me to hear that laugh of hers, I'd even almost lost it in a class full of kids when she'd so delicately rested her ass on my desk whilst helping the guy in front of me. The urge to reach forward and squeeze it was overwhelming and I almost had to sit on my hands so not to. I felt as though she had done it on purpose because afterwards, when she was walking away, she turned around and she smirked at me and I cursed inwardly, knowing that I was almost doomed when it came to my growing attraction to her if she continued to behave this way. I wasn't sure what it was, whether it was solely her or the way in which she had to be considered forbidden fruit. Did I want her more because I could never actually have her? I didn't know. But I did want her no less and I was reminded of it every time I saw her.

I still considered her to be straight, having no concrete reason to believe otherwise and I expected someone as beautiful as her to be taken already. I couldn't help but wonder if she was actually behaving in the way that I thought she was and considered the possibility that it could simply be a figment of my imagination. Maybe she behaved like this with everyone else and I simply never noticed. So I resulted to watching her, thankful that I had taken psychology last semester, feeling qualified enough to psychoanalyse her. I watched her in homeroom, study hall and AP Calculus for a whole week, not religiously enough to be considered a creep but I did make a larger effort to be more observant. I figured that she spoke to me no more and no less than anyone else in all three classes but I recalled the nature of our conversations to be slightly more.. informal. Who am I kidding? A lot more informal. All in all, she didn't seem to flirt with any of my peers, talking with them politely and never once breaking professional boundaries. She didn't smirk at them, but smiled at them softly and she certainly didn't look at them at often as she looked at me. It was stupid but I felt strangely special.

It was Friday, the third week of the semester when she walked up to me so casually after class. I was packing my things away in my bag, bent over slightly when she appeared behind me, coughing softly to let me know that she was there. "Oh, sorry" I said, moving out of the way, assuming that she needed to get to the filing cabinets again. She didn't move though and I stood up straight, looking back at her, waiting for her to say something else. She smiled and licked her lips and I tightened my grip on my bag, wondering if she knew what kind of effect she had on me. "Are you going to the game tonight?" she asked, as if we were friends or something. I raised my eyebrows, clearly confused and nodded slowly. "Yes, it's kind of mandatory to attend the games if you're on the cheer team." I said, laughing at her. She blushed and looked down and I thought that maybe she didn't know. "Oh" she said, looking up again. "Do you think it's worth going to? I don't know... I've been told that it is but I just don't know" she said, trying to make conversation or something. I was confused as to why she was asking me but I shrugged and nodded anyway. "I guess, I mean... everyone seems to enjoy themselves but I don't know about the teachers." I said, trying to be helpful considering she was new and all. It was the first time I had been able to appreciate the height difference, looking down at her with a smile. She was so close that I could kiss her if I really wanted to, and don't get me wrong I did, I just didn't want to overstep anymore boundaries. "So you'll be dancing?" she asked and I was beginning think that something was going on with her, nodding as though it was so obvious. "I might have to come just for that then" she said and I could tell that she immediately wanted to swallow her words. I smirked and nodded slowly, biting my lip. She was flirting with me and I could tell that she hated that she couldn't stop herself. "Yeah, I mean... I definitely think I'd be worth it for that reason alone, I'm pretty good" I said, inflating my own ego. She rubbed her lips together and I couldn't take my eyes off of them, turning so that we were facing one another completely. Did she want me to make a move? Were these signals? I didn't know and my uncertainty forced me to keep my lips to myself. "Yes" she said, moving away from me suddenly and I couldn't help but frown. "Well, I'll more than likely see you there" she finished with a sigh and I nodded, leaving her alone in her room.

What the hell was that?

She didn't disappoint that evening. I was grinding up against Cassie along to the music when I spotted her arriving. It seemed foolish to say that I had been watching the entrance to see whether she came or not and like I said, she didn't disappoint. She was dressed different than earlier, wearing a dress that made me salivate. Why was she so dressed up? God, she looked so hot and I couldn't concentrate, almost losing my rhythm when her eyes met mine and I danced even more provocatively if that was possible. She had suggested earlier that she was coming to see me and I didn't want to disappoint, just like she didn't. She took a seat along with the other teachers, talking to them but keeping her eyes on me. I watched her mouth open and close a couple of times as if she couldn't quite believe what she was seeing. I smirked though I didn't know if she could see and swayed my hips even more. She didn't take her eyes off of me for approximately 84 minutes, watching as I danced, then performed at half time, then danced again. Her eyes even followed me once I'd finished, dabbing a towel against my forehead to catch the sweat and looking at her still. I looked at her until I couldn't physically see her anymore, showering with my back pressed against the wall. I thought about her and the way she had watched me and I wished that I could trail my hand downwards to do something about the way she made me feel. I rinsed the sweat off of my body, washing myself and then my hair, walking out into the changing room wearing only my towel. Most of the girls were gone now or at least about to leave to go to the party, the one that celebrated our win, the one I knew I wouldn't be attending. I dried my hair and dressed, wearing a pair of high waisted jeans and a rolling stones crop top and headed out, going home.

I walked out of the changing room, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I moved barely metres before I stopped in my tracks, Miss Harper resting against the wall, texting on her phone or something. I hesitantly carried on walking until she looked up at me, smiling. "Hey" she said, putting her phone in her pocket and it was only then that I realised that she had been waiting for me. "Hey" I replied, looking around and stopping close to her. She was blushing and I wondered why because we'd said nothing but hello. "You.. uh, you did really good out there" she said and I gulped, not knowing how to take it. I had known that she was watching me but I didn't expect her to address it so casually. "Thanks" I said, smirking out of habit. She rubbed her neck awkwardly and I sighed. "Did you enjoy the game?" I asked, knowing full well that she hadn't been paying attention. "Y-yeah, it was really good" she stuttered and I laughed. "Really?" I asked her, unconvinced and she blushed an even deeper shade of red, laughing and looking down at the floor. Why did she wait? "Well... I just wanted to tell you that you did a good job" she said and I smiled. "Well thanks Miss Harper" I replied, smiling back. We stood there looking at each other for a while and I laughed. "Staying here all night?" I asked and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I am just about to call a cab" she said and I raised my eyebrow. "Car trouble? What happened to your ride?" I asked, confused. She sighed and shook her head "She's unreliable... I'm just as well using cabs until I get a new car" she explained and I nodded slowly. I'd told myself not to ask her if she wanted a ride again to avoid making things awkward but I decided to take a stab in the dark and ask her again nevertheless. "I can give you a ride, you know.. It's no trouble" I smiled. She seemed to consider it, probably thinking up all of the excuses as to why I shouldn't. "You're not going to the party?" she asked and I shook my head. She took a deep breath and I could hear it shake. "Okay, thanks" she said and I smiled, leading her out to my car.

I opened the door for her and she looked shocked by the gesture as though no one had ever done it for her before. I just smiled and shut the door, walking around to my side and getting in myself. I fired up the engine and looked at her. "Soo, where are you going?" I asked, finding it kind of strange how I was giving Miss Harper a ride home. Miss Harper, the woman who i wanted to go home and masturbate thinking about. She told me her address and I typed it into my GPS, not sure how to make conversation. "Are you liking McKinley?" I asked, thankful that I had to keep my eyes on the road. Miss Harper hesitated before answering and I tried not to read too much into that. "Yes. I like it, it's different, the people are nice" she said and I looked at her with a smirk. I could feel her eye roll and hear her laugh and I wish I could look at her again. "Some are definitely.. friendlier than others" she said and I knew that she was referring to me now. I got brave and licked over my lips. "I can imagine... It can't be hard to be friendly towards such a beautiful woman" I said so simply and I thought that I could almost hear how fast her heart was beating, or maybe it was my own. She paused again as though going over her response. "I've had that same problem before" she said and I wondered whether we were still talking about me.

We engaged in the same flirty conversation until I pulled up at her house, turning off my headlights and turning to look at her. "Well, here we are" I said and she smiled, unbuckling her seatbeat. "Thanks for the ride, Santana" she said and I watched her lips as she spoke, wishing more than ever that I could just kiss them. I gave up the remnants of my self control when I saw her looking at my lips too, leaning closer to her, giving her the opportunity to back away. She didn't back away or move closer to me, frozen still so I took it as a sign to continue. I inched closer to her lips, more than ready to kiss her when I watched a light in her house turn on, pulling away in surprise I looked at her, she looked disappointed I felt like. There was someone in her house which meant that there was a significant other which meant that I couldn't kiss her. I licked my lips and looked away, not quite knowing how to apologise. "I'm sorry" I said simply and she awkwardly smiled, clearly unnerved. "It's okay, thanks for the ride" she said, hurrying out of the car and inside, probably to her husband. I sighed, disappointed myself and drove home, dreading Monday morning.

Miss Harper's POV

My attraction towards her seemed to grow every day. The more I spoke to her, looked at her the more my crush on her grew. She was beautiful, undoubtedly but more than that she was smart and funny and charming and flirtatious and I liked the way that she spoke to me and looked at me, almost like I was the only other person in the room. She made me feel good about myself, perhaps not even knowing that she was doing so and with little effort. Just to have her attention, her attraction made me feel wanted and it was something that I hadn't felt in such a long time. Lilly and I had been together for just over two years. We met at college at which I studied math and she studied law and when I first saw her at some stupid frat party, I was intrigued. I knew that she was one of the most beautiful women I had met in my life. Though not as beautiful as Santana. She was interesting and amazing and had the most wonderful heart and I quickly grew to love her. It was safe to say that we were infatuated with each other, spending every waking minute with one another and staying at each others places and I didn't think that I'd ever be able to look at another woman again. She made me feel special and beautiful, taking me out on dates and showering me with attention and she proposed to me after only 6 months of dating. I fell fast and so did she and then all at once, our relationship had so much pressure and was under so much strain and I don't think it ever really recovered. We were plagued with deadlines and placements across the country that kept us apart, she got frustrated when I wasn't available and I got angry when she cancelled dates last minute. She didn't look at me like I was the only girl anymore and she sometimes every shied away from my kisses and I got confused. Desperate, I asked her to move in with me and I know that my persistence is why she reluctantly agreed. I thought that it would let us see each other but it just made her more distant, staying with friends in the city so that she didn't have to commute and not coming home until stupid hours of the morning. I was losing her and neither of us were acknowledging it. I didn't want to believe it, living in denial and she simply didn't care. I graduated and my time at college ended like our sex life did. Suddenly she didn't want to see me at all, throwing herself into college as though it was the only thing of great importance to her. That led me to now, unhappy in an unstable relationship. It felt like I was just waiting for it to fall apart.

And then there was Santana.

It was Santana that helped me to realise that I wasn't in love anymore. Sure, I loved Lilly but I wasn't in love with her anymore. I wasn't attracted to her like I used to be and Santana made me realise why. Lilly wasn't in love with me either. Santana was a distraction. She was beautiful and I felt about her how I had once felt about my fiance and that idea was terrifying. I was too scared to leave Lilly when she was so familiar, she was everything I knew. It wasn't like I could just up and leave her for Santana anyway, it was an impossible situation and I almost wished that I hadn't realised what I had. I watched how I was with my students, how I managed to act completely professional until I looked at her and lost all of my self control. It wasn't just a cry for attention though Santana provided me with that in tons but it was attraction. It was a crush that was growing within me and refusing to go away, more than just intimidating me into feeling for her. When I looked at her, Lilly disappeared to the very back of my mind and all I could think about is how I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss her and touch her and take her. I wanted her and I didn't know how to stop.

I ceased my opportunity to talk to her on Friday, not even sure what I wanted to talk about. I just knew that I wanted to stall her for a while, needing enough material to think about over the weekend. She was bent over and I could see her panties and had to stop myself from doing something stupid, coughing to alert her of my presence. "Oh, sorry" she said, moving out of the way, obviously not expecting me to want to talk to her. I just stood there until she stood up, looking at me completely confused. I licked my lips subconsciously before I spoke and watched her reaction to it. "Are you going to the game tonight?" I asked without thinking, not meaning to make the conversation so informal and in a way unprofessional. She could easily assume that I wanted to go to the game with her. She looked at me confused again and I didn't quite know how to rescue the conversation. "Yes, it's kind of mandatory to attend the games if you're on the cheer team." she said, I felt stupid for not knowing that she was a cheerleader. Of course she would be, she's beautiful. "Oh" I said, looking at her in surprise. "Do you think it's worth going to? I don't know... I've been told that it is but I just don't know" I asked and instantly felt stupid, she was bound to think that I'm an idiot. She looked unsure for a second before answering. "I guess, I mean... everyone seems to enjoy themselves but I don't know about the teachers." she said with a smile and I could tell, looking up at her that she wanted to be as helpful as possible. I just wanted to fucking kiss her. "So you'll be dancing?" I asked, facepalming again. Of course she was fucking dancing. I spoke next without thought "I might have to come just for that then". Why did I have to say that? She smirked though, clearly amused. "Yeah, I mean... I definitely think I'd be worth it for that reason alone, I'm pretty good" she said, biting her lip. I bet she was. I could think of a few other things that she could probably good at. I smacked my lips together and wished that she would finally just make a move, I was tired of trying to resist her. She looked conflicted and when she didn't move at all, I moved away. "Yes" I said, sighing. "Well, I'll more than likely see you there" I gulped and she nodded, smiling and left me alone in the room. I was in such a huge mess.

I went home and changed, wanting to look prettier for her though I didn't doubt she would probably pay me attention anyway. I slid into a dress that hugged my curves but didn't strike me as too slutty or unprofessional. I thought I still looked classy. I grew nervous as I walked out onto the bleachers, my eyes finding Santana before they found my seat. She was looking at me already and seemed to get an extra burst of energy from seeing me. I sat down and said hello to everyone sitting around me, my eyes fixed on her as she danced against another girl I didn't know. My heart started to beat faster and I knew that I was jealous, jealous that it wasn't me pressed up against her. I watched her for what felt like hours and she watched me right back. I wasn't even sure what to think when she walked off of the field, leaving me to fathom my own thoughts into some kind of order. My mind was just: Santana. I made the rash decision to wait for her and I didn't even know why, leaning against the wall outside of the changing room, texting my best friend Jase. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how she was probably naked inside of the changing room and when I watched the other girls pile out, I thought about going in and just finally giving in. Scared that she wasn't alone, I stayed outside.

She came out and I looked up from my phone, taking her in. She looked beautiful and I couldn't help but look her up and down, smiling. She stopped in front of me and I slid my phone into the pocket of my jacket. "Hey" I said quietly, smiling when she said hey back. "You.. uh, you did really good out there" I said apprehensively, not wanting to admit that I hadn't taken my eyes off of her for a second. "Thanks" she replied and I didn't know what to say. She rescued me though "Did you enjoy the game?". It seemed like a weird question, she must know that I hadn't been paying attention. "Y-yeah, it was really good" I replied, just to be safe, blushing when I realised she was playing around with me. "Well... I just wanted to tell you that you did a good job" I reaffirmed. "Well, thanks Miss Harper" she smiled and I wished that she wouldn't continue to call me that, reminding me of our situation. She lightened the mood straight away and made me laugh. "Staying here all night?" I shook my head and told her about the car situation, conflicted when she asked whether I wanted a ride. I had wanted her to ask again since the first time, desperate to be alone with her. "I can give you a ride, you know.. It's no trouble" she told me and I tried to tell myself to say no. "You're not going to the party?" I asked and she shook her head. "Okay, thanks" I said, ceasing the opportunity.

She led me to her car and opened the door for me. I tried not to kiss her right then, the gesture impressing me and making my heart swell. I gave her my address soon after and we fell into an awkward conversation. "Are you liking McKinley?" she asked and I nodded. "Yes. I like it, it's different, the people are nice" I said, watching her lips turn up into a smirk, making me roll my eyes. . "Some are definitely.. friendlier than others" I said, making it known that I was talking about her. "I can imagine... It can't be hard to be friendly towards such a beautiful woman" she flirted and my heart started beating hard in my chest. She called me beautiful. "I've had that same problem before" I told her, flirting back. We continued back and forth until she pulled up at my house.

Shutting off the headlights, it grew darker inside her car and she was illuminated by the street light behind her. "Well, here we are" she said, finally giving me all of her attention again. I nodded. "Thanks for the ride, Santana" I sighed, content. I looked down at her lips when I saw her looking at mine, wishing that I had the courage to just lean over and get what I had been wanting. She did it though, leaned closer to me as if she was testing the waters. I didn't move a muscle, my heart speeding uncontrollably. She leaned even closer and I could feel her breath on my face, it made me shiver. I was almost begging at this point. Before our lips touched, she got spooked and pulled away. I turned my head to the side, looking at my house. Lilly was there and I wished wholeheartedly that she wasn't. I gulped and looked away. Shocked, surprised and disappointed that it had almost happened. "I'm sorry" she said and I was quick to shoot her down. "It's okay" I started, feeling completely overwhelmed. I needed to get out, I needed to stop and go back to my fiance. Guilt was setting in and I just couldn't deal with it for another second. "Thanks for the ride" I said finally, hurrying out of the car and into my house. I shut the door and rested against it, my chest heaving as I tried to find my composure. I needed to get myself together before I saw Lilly.

Author's Note:

Thanks for the feedback. The majority like it the way it is, but I might try something else in the near future. Thanks again - N