A/N: First I'd like to say thank you for the kind reviews, favorites, and follows. This is the first time I've gotten this much feedback on a story. Secondly, I try to make the chapters as long as I can, but I don't think i can make them any longer unless I have a lot of time to myself; which I don't. I have school and other things to tend to, unfortunately. And lastly, yes, I'm sorry for being a tease. I wasn't sure how I wanted to continue it, but here you guys go. You also have to remember that Santana and Quinn are in a tough situation. Things can't always work out. At least, not this fast.

My Green Light: Chapter 5

"Santana..." Quinn whispered back. "This is inappropriate, and I'm sorry if I've been encouraging this behavior, but you know nothing can happen." Santana turned around quickly to see if the door was closed and then sighed.

"You think I don't know that? I've tried so hard to get rid of these feelings, and I never have feelings like this! It's kind of hard when I see you every single day." Quinn hesitated for a moment.

"Then maybe you should switch classes." She said quietly. Santana let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Wow. Really? Coming from the teacher who said she would actually help me with my future. That's real funny, Quinn." Santana paused. "Oh, my bad. Ms. Fabray." Quinn was in a tough spot. She'd be lying to herself if she denied the fact that she was attracted to her student, but she couldn't really do anything about it. It was killing her to see the hurt flash across Santana's face. It took her a lot to open up to people, and here she was doing just that, only to get shot down.

"Look, Santana. I'm sorry. I'm your teacher and that's it. Got it?" Before Quinn could say anything else, Santana grabbed her face with both hands and attacked her lips. Santana didn't know what came over her. This was entirely stupid, but somehow, she didn't care at all. Her teacher tasted better than she expected, and my god, her lips were wonderful. The second Quinn's lips parted, Santana stuck her tongue inside. She softly massaged the blonde's tongue with her own, and Quinn let out a soft whimper in response, which drove Santana crazy. She wasn't thinking of her teacher at the moment. No, that was the furthest thing from her mind. As she was kissing the beautiful blonde, all she was thinking about was the girl she had written about. Santana tilted her head and kissed Quinn with a little more force. After she realized her teacher wasn't moving her hands from her desk, she slowed down the kiss and placed a couple of soft pecks on the blonde's lips before pulling away. Quinn's eyes were still closed, and she was breathing hard. Santana was doing the same, all while staring at Quinn.

"Oh my god." Quinn breathed out. "No, no, no. Oh god." Quinn was panicking. She couldn't believe that Santana had the audacity to kiss her, and what disappointed her more, how she full on responded to the kiss. "Fuck." Quinn hissed. That was the first time Santana had heard her teacher curse, but she was pretty sure now wasn't the right time to comment on it. "This will never happen again. Do you hear me?"

"I won't tell anyone." Santana muttered. She was still in a trance from the kiss.

"It doesn't matter. This won't happen again. God, what's wrong with me." Santana knew Quinn was only saying this in the heat if the moment, but she was still hurt and offended by the comment.

"I think I should leave." Santana whispered, and then left the classroom. She tried to hold back her tears, because there was no reason to cry. I mean, what was she expecting? Santana quickly composed herself and found Rachel, Puck, and Brittany sitting at their usual table. There was still fifteen minutes of lunch left.

"Hi." Santana said softly as she approached the table. Rachel could tell something was wrong, but knew not to ask about it.

"Dude, where were you?" Puck asked, clearly not noticing anything wrong in his friend's demeanor.

"Mrs. Chang was giving me a hard time about my attendance record." Santana lied. Puck just shrugged and continued talking to his football friends. Brittany was playing with her food, and Rachel was looking at her with concern, but not saying anything.

X.

Quinn was still standing in the same exact spot. Her hands were still held tightly around her desk's edge, and her eyes were glued to the floor. She never thought her infatuation with her student would get this bad. The blonde was so mad at herself for enjoying the kiss; she had even wanted more. But it was so wrong on so many levels. Quinn became a teacher for a reason, and was Santana really worth jeopardizing everything? Before she could think about it anymore, there was a knock on her door.

"Come in." Quinn croaked out. She cleared her throat a few times, so her voice could sound more clear.

"Hey girl." Mercedes exclaimed excitedly as she walked in with a bag.

"Mercedes? Hey!" Quinn said with a soft smile as she went to hug her friend. "This is such a great surprise. What are you doing here?"

"Just thought I should bring my best friend some lunch from her favorite salad bar." Mercedes said as she handed her the bag in her hand. Quinn took the bag and looked inside.

"You shouldn't have." Quinn smiled. "Thank you." The blonde wasn't really hungry at all. Mercedes noticed something wrong with

Quinn's mood right away.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Mercedes asked with concern. Quinn thought about telling her, but couldn't help but think that Mercedes would hate her for doing so wrong. But this was her best friend she was talking about. Quinn took a deep breath.

"Mercedes...I messed up. Really bad." The blonde said softly.

"What do you mean babe?" Mercedes asked just as softly. Quinn shook her head.

"I can't say." She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't quite figure out if she was crying because what she did was wrong, or because of how good it had felt.

"You know you can tell me anything." Mercedes took Quinn's hand in hers and gave it a soft squeeze.

"I think I may have feelings for one of my students." Quinn said, barely above a whisper. Mercedes took a minute to fully digest what her friend was saying.

"Oh man. That's tough." Mercedes said with a nod. "But you didn't actually do anything, right? So why are you so upset?" Quinn didn't respond. Her eyes were glued to the floor. She was ashamed. "No." Mercedes said in realization. "What did you do?"

"I-I didn't do anything. She just kissed me unannounced." Quinn hesitated. "And I let her." The blonde whispered, and Mercedes shook her head.

"What the hell, Quinn? You can't just let a teenager kiss you. Not only will it affect you, but imagine how much it's affecting her!" Mercedes knew it was a girl already. Quinn had been liking girls since they were in college. She rarely ever liked boys. "For god's sake, teenage girls are still trying to find themselves!" Mercedes was disappointed.

"I know." Quinn stated as a tear escaped her eye.

"Look Q." Mercedes sighed. "You're my best friend. I only want the best for you. But you're going to have to get over whoever this student is. Don't lead her on. Don't do any of that. Just be her teacher." Quinn nodded. She knew that was the right thing to do. She couldn't be selfish, and she had promised Santana that she would help her decide her future. That is, if Santana even wanted her help anymore. She couldn't handle the thought of Santana not ever speaking to her again, but if that's what she felt like doing, she would let her do just that.

X.

"Santana." Rachel tried again, but Santana's eyes were still glued to the ground. "Santana!"

"What?" She snapped as she finally looked up. They were both in Rachel's room. Santana always came to the girl's house after school

"What is wrong with you?!" Rachel was pissed. She wasn't going to let her best friend ignore her forever.

"Nothing." Santana said coldly. "I don't want to talk about it." Rachel shook her head.

"Well, too bad. I want you to tell me right now." Rachel crossed her arms at this point. Santana just rolled her eyes.

"Ugh. It's nothing." Santana lied. "Coach Sylvester just got mad at me for slacking. You know how upset I get when she does that." Rachel wasn't convinced, but she knew her friend did get mad when that happened, so she let it slide.

"You're killing me." Rachel shook her head.

"But you love it." Santana smirked. She crawled over to Rachel, who was leaning against the headboard of her bed with a book in her lap. She hovered over the smaller girl's body and pushed the book off her lap. Rachel gulped, realizing what Santana was up to. She met the Latina's lips halfway in a slow, heated kiss. Santana was trying to fasten the process by bringing her hands to the bottom of Rachel's shirt to take it off. Rachel detached her lips from hers to help. Soon enough, both of the girl's shirts were off. Santana went to Rachel's neck next and started to suck on the spot she liked. Rachel let out a soft whimper in response, which encouraged the Latina to roam lower. She kissed the top of Rachel's chest. "I need this off." Santana breathed out, while unhooking the back of Rachel's bra. She took a moment to look at Rachel, and then smiled as she kissed one of her breasts. She roamed her tongue over the already hardened nipple, and Rachel was squirming.

"Oh my god, San." Santana smirked and decided to get rid of Rachel's skirt. She quickly discarded it, and her panties too. Rachel was now fully naked and Santana had to fight back a moan at the sight. She used her hands to spread Rachel's legs, and went down to kiss the inside of her thighs. The Latina had to hold Rachel down to stop her from squirming. As she reached Rachel's glistening core, she licked her lips. She slowly swiped her tongue through Rachel's folds. "Fuck!" Rachel screamed out. This encouraged Santana to go faster. She then sucked on Rachel's clit, which caused her hips to buck. Santana roamed two fingers through Rachel, and then slowly slid them into her entrance. Rachel gasped and then let out a loud moan as Santana worked her fingers faster. She could tell that Rachel was already close.

"Come for me baby. I want you to scream my name." Santana hissed.

"Fuckkkk." Rachel moaned out. "I'm so close, oh my god. Faster." Santana did as she was told and moved her fingers in and out a faster pace. She could feel Rachel's walls begin to close in. "Santana!" Rachel screamed out as she came undone. Soon enough, Santana's fingers were coated in Rachel's juices. They both took deep breaths and stared at each other. Once the Latina had caught her breath, she wiped her fingers on the bed sheets and went to lay down next to Rachel. "Wow." Rachel finally breathed out. Santana just laughed. Rachel turned around, so that she was facing her friend. "Can I say something? Please don't get mad." Santana just nodded for her to continue. "San...I think i really like you." The Latina gulped at the confession, but waited for her friend to say more. "I-I want to be with you." Santana closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Just hear me out. I think it would be good for you. I mean, I know you care about me, and I'm pretty sure you're attracted to me." Rachel let out a nervous chuckle. "So why not give it a try?" Santana stayed silent for a while as she thought about everything, and Rachel was meanwhile feeling embarrassed for even thinking that Santana would agree. But then Santana said something that surprised them both.

"Okay."

A/N: I'm sorry, I know a lot of you dislike Pezberry. But be patient. And who knows, you might find them kind of cute? Maybe?