As Rachel walked to class, quickly because she was late, she tried to figure out what to say to her teacher, a bunch of ideas ran through her head. "I was helping out the less fortunate children, and by less fortunate I mean less talented than me. Or maybe, an old lady was having a bad day so of course I had to cheer her up with an eight minute one of a kind Rachel Berry solo."
That was it, the diva had her plan, she straightened her skirt and put on her very best show smile and walked into the classroom.
"Sorry I'm late but there was a poor distraught elderly…" Rachel started.
"I recently bruised my ass and have been given powerful pain killers that I help myself to generously, right now I can't even tell which one is the real you, so sit down and do the assignment while I ride out my next adventure with the dragon." The teacher said while looking at the potted plant 10 feet away from Rachel.
"Come on Berry she doesn't even know what year it is, sit down."
"Oh no." Rachel said barely audibly. She had forgotten that her next class was with Santana. She turned around and saw that for the first time, possible ever, her class was full, and there was only one seat left. This one seat happened to be none other than the gorgeous, smart, sexy… ok stop. She had to stop her thinking before she got wet again… shit too late. This class is going to be hell.
The diva tentatively sat down on the edge of her seat as far away from Santana as was possible. The only problem was that her chair was against the wall, and there was only so far she could scoot away. With barely a foot between the two burnetes, the smaller of the two could smell the sensual scent of the latina's shampoo.
"Oh god this really is going to kill me." Rachel was so consumed with her thoughts, she almost didn't notice Santana leaning in talking to her.
"Berry, Berry, Rachel"
"Oh my god she called me Rachel again." "Sorry Santana I was merely lost in thoughts of…"
"Ok, Ok you don't need to answer every question with a paragraph, I just wanted to know if you wanted to work on this assignment together?"
"You want to work with me?" Rachel asked truly intrigued that Santana was talking to her, let alone wanting to partake in a partnership.
"Well this class blows, so does this assignment, but if we work together it will get done sooner, that is if you're willing to give me a hand?" Santana quirked an eyebrow in a very Quinn-esque way, smirking, "Or maybe you need me to give you a hand?"
With that Rachel turned bright red and tried to turn away, but ended up knocking her notebook onto the floor between her and Santana.
"I got it." The Latina said with a smile, and put her hand, a little too high, on Rachel's thigh. She slowly picked up Rachel's journal, and slid her hand slightly higher on the shorter girl's thigh as she got up. "Here you go." Her hand never left Rachel's thigh, and the diva didn't know how to ask her to move it.
"Santana, umm your hand"
"So what did you get for number three?" Santana asked as she leaned over to look at Rachel's paper, putting more pressure on her thigh, and providing a view of the latina's now very exposed cleavage. The combination of both sent a jolt of electricity through Rachel's body, and a surge of wetness between her legs.
She went to shut them to control her arousal, but she forgot that Santana's hand was still on her. The Latina was surprised by the movement, and caught herself by squeezing Rachel's leg, which in turn fueled Rachel's arousal. If she hadn't said it before, this was going to be the death of her.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Rachel blurted out, trying anything to get her out of the current situation.
"Bathroom, or janitor's closet?" Santana teased while licking her lips. Rachel got up and ran out of the room. Once in the bathroom she splashed cold water on her face multiple times.
"Get it together Rachel, there are 20 minutes left in this class, you can make it." Rachel prepared herself and made her way back to class.
Once back, Santana seemed to back off a little bit, they finished their assignment with five minutes left in the class. They chatted lightly, and Santana slightly dropped hints at what Rachel had done earlier. The bell rang and Rachel was never happier that she was a senior and had her last period free. She needed some time to cool off after a very sexually charged history class.