A/N: Hey, guys, thanks for the awesome feedback! Here's the latest chapter! The next one should be up over the weekend assuming nothing too crazy happens.

For the first song, lines "like this" are sung by Holly, lines "like this" are sung by Holly and the New Directions. For the second song, lines "like this" are sung by Hermione.

Enjoy!

~Chapter 35~

Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes at her classmates' obliviousness when it came to sex, but when Finn said something about cucumbers giving you AIDS, she slammed her forehead onto the desk.

"Got something to say, girlie?" Holly Holliday questioned with a smirk, walking over to the British girl.

"I guess I'm just astounded by how little this lot knows about sex. I mean, I went to a boarding school for six years and I know a hell of a lot more than you lot. Wait, maybe that's why I know more," she mused aloud with a teasing smile directed at Santana, who shifted uncomfortably. The blonde woman chuckled and went back to her place in the front of the classroom.

"You would wear your old school uniform on the day we have sex ed," the Latina whispered huskily to the Gryffindor.

"Oh, you know you love it," the wavy-haired brunette responded with a wink, forcing the former cheerleader to groan and cross her legs tightly.

"Ok, guys, class dismissed. See you tomorrow! Hermione, may I see you for a moment?" Holly asked, while sitting on her desk. "And yes, Santana, you can wait up for her." The Latina looked down bashfully, and murmured her thanks.

"What's up, Holly?"

"Most of the kids in your class really are clueless about this stuff. Feel free to come to me if the Glee club needs a little helping hand. And I say that as innocently as possible," she smirked causing the British girl to laugh.

"Will do! You should go say hi to my beloved uncle when you get the chance. I know he missed you," she sang out playfully before grabbing Santana's hand and pulling her out of the classroom.

"I'll see you in the choir room later, right?" The raven-haired girl questioned as they stopped by the older girl's locker.

"Of course, love," Hermione replied with a playful roll of her eyes.

"Sweet. I'm gonna go find Brit. See ya later, Mia!" The shorter girl hurried off to find her bubbly best friend. As she walked off, the wavy-haired brunette couldn't help but shake her head with a smile at her lover's behavior.

That afternoon in Glee, Artie had a shocked expression on his face when their teacher finally walked in.

"Artie, you ok?" The hazel-eyed man questioned as approached the boy, concern shining in his eyes.

"My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby?" The boy in the wheelchair gasped out before looking at Brittany. "How could you not tell me about this?"

"Wait, Brittany, are you pregnant?"

"Definitely. I am so sorry, Artie. I didn't want to upset you. I thought I could just surprise you when it dropped him off. I'm pretty sure it's a boy," the blonde informed him seriously.

"Um, babies don't get dropped off…"

"Brit, have you been to a doctor yet?" Hermione inquired soothingly, trying to keep an angry Latina from attacking the bespectacled boy in front of them.

"I don't need to go to the doctor. I just need to look outside my window. Three days ago, a stork built its nest on top of my garage. I'm not stupid, it's obviously getting ready to bring me my baby. I know where babies come from."

"Storks aren't even common in Ohio…" Rachel began matter-of-factly, falling silent at the glare she received from Santana.

"Uh, Will, I think we need Holly to come in and talk to us," the brown-eyed girl spoke to her uncle.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he replied with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Well, that was fun," Hermione deadpanned as they climbed into Santana's car after Glee.

"I thought I was gonna have to cut Wheels there for a moment."

"Easy there, tiger," chuckled the older girl, grabbing the Latina's hand and lacing their fingers together. Santana smiled at the gesture and turned up the radio, singing along to whichever Top 40 hit was currently playing. Hermione gazed at the other girl lovingly, glad that she got to see a side of the raven-haired girl not many people were privy to. As soon as they climbed out of the car at the Lopez household, Santana checked to see if there were any cars in the garage before grabbing Hermione's Gryffindor tie and dragging her into the house.

"I take it your parents aren't home, darling?" She was answered by the younger girl's pouty lips meeting her own.

"Princesa, just be quiet."

The next day in Glee, the New Directions watched with avid interest as their teacher wrote 'sexy' on the board.

"I really hope that's not a requirement for Regionals because with Berry in those tights, we don't stand a chance," Santana stated condescendingly, earning a playful smack from the taller brunette next to her. "Hey! It was only a joke!"

"No, this isn't about Regionals. I'm less worried about that right now and more worried about the fact that it's become clear to me that some of you have been lacking when it comes to understanding the, uh, the intricacies of adult relationships."

"Oh, bloody hell," Hermione groaned at her uncle's gracelessness.

"I want to spend the week educating ourselves about some of these intricacies."

"Is this the appropriate forum for that?" Rachel questioned in horror, eyes wide.

"Whenever we've had issues in the past that are on our minds or giving us problems, it's always helped us to sing about it, so this week, I've invited a special guest…Miss Holliday!" The kids cheered happily as the blonde woman strutted in confidently.

"Ok, so sex. It's just like hugging, only wetter." At this, Santana turned to look at Hermione with a knowing look on her face, her thoughts clearly going back to a few weeks ago after the alcohol awareness assembly. Hermione rolled her eyes and pointed at Miss Holliday, who began speaking again. "Ok, so let's start with the basics. Finn, is it true you thought you got your girlfriend pregnant via hot tub? And Brittany, you think that storks bring babies? Well, that's all going to end right here, right now. Today, we are going to get under the covers, all together, and get the ditty on the dirty."

"Uh, what about those of us who choose to remain celibate?" The small diva interjected, placing a hand on Quinn's shoulder, only to have the blonde shake it off.

"Oh, well, I admire you. Although, I think you're naïve and possibly frigid, I do admire your choice." Santana couldn't help but snort at Quinn and Rachel's appalled expressions.

"I think this is a good time for a song!" Will called out, beginning to question whether or not this was a good idea.

"Oh, yes, ok! Hermione, get over here." The British girl did as she was told and grinned mischievously as Holly told her what to do. She walked over to the instruments and picked up an electric guitar. "Rule number one: every intimate encounter that you're ever gonna have in your life is gonna start with a touch." Hermione took this as her cue to start playing.

"Oh my god, look at what she's doing to that guitar," Tina gasped out as Santana groaned lustfully.

"We've been here too long,
Tryin' to get along .
Pretendin' that you're oh so shy."

The blonde teacher pointed at Santana and Brittany and motioned for them to join her. The girls smirked at each other, grabbing their chairs, and dragging them to the center of the room before dancing around them.

"I'm a natural ma'am,
Doin' all I can.
My temperature is runnin' high.

"Cry at night,
No one in sight.
An' we got so much to share.
Talking's fine,
If you got the time.
But I ain't got the time to spare.
Yeah!"

The rest of the New Directions hurried to join Holly and the two former cheerleaders for the chorus.

"Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there? Where?
Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there? Where?
There, yeah.
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah."

At this point in the song, Santana moved over to grind up against Hermione, whose eyes quickly darkened with lust. The Latina smirked and quickly nipped at the other girl's neck before moving back to the center of the room.

"Every girl an' boy
Needs a little joy.
All you do is sit an' stare.
Beggin' on my knees,
Baby, won't you please
Run your fingers through my hair?

"My, my, my
Whiskey and rye,
Don't it make you feel so fine?
Right or wrong,
Don't it turn you on?
Can't you see we're wastin' time? Yeah!"

"Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there? Where?
Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch? (Yeah)
Do you wanna touch me there? Where?
There, yeah."

Holly eventually moved her way over to the two members of the Celibacy Club and dragged them over to the rest of the kids.

"Do ya? Do ya?
Do ya? Do ya?
Touch me there, you know where
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, do ya? Do ya?"

As soon as Hermione set down the guitar, she felt familiar hands pulling her out of the room and into the nearest janitor's closet.

"Well, this is romantic."

"Shush, princesa, I wants to gets my mack on." After several moments had passed, Hermione pulled away, panting.

"Wait, San. Wh-what are we doing here?" She asked shyly, avoiding the other girl's gaze.

"Having fun?" Santana stated matter-of-factly, leaning in to kiss her again.

"San, I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, but if you don't feel the same way, I don't want you to keep stringing me along. I don't want to just be your experiment. It-it hurts too much," the British girl murmured sadly before exiting the closet and heading back to the choir room to pick up her things. Santana followed her out and stood in the hallway watching her walk away dejectedly. She frowned and decided that she needed to talk to someone about her relationship with the beautiful brunette.

The Warblers hit the last note and the group of girls in the audience squealed giddily, but before anyone could say anything a slow clap rang out from the entrance of the warehouse.

"Well, boys, that was cute," a voice that the boys knew all too well called out. "But let me show you how it's really done." With that being said, Hermione walked up to the structure in the middle of the room and made her way to the top, she swung her electric guitar in front of her and winked at the girls who were looking at her curiously. She tapped her foot and began playing the intro.

"So 1, 2, 3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
And I really wanna make you mine.

"I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

"Oh, 4,5,6, c'mon and get your kicks.
Now you don't need that money
When you look like that, do ya honey?"

She smirked at the group of girls who started giggling and jumping up and down with delight as she hopped down to the next part of the structure.

"Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She's so sweet
With her get back stare.

"Well I could see
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

"Well, so 1,2,3, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

"I say you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine.

"Oh, 4,5,6 c'mon and get your kicks.
Now you don't need that money
With a face like that, do ya?

"Big black boots,
Long brown hair,
She's so sweet
With her get back stare.

"Well I could see
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yea!
I said, are you gonna be my girl?

"Oh yea. Oh yea. C'mon!
I could see,
You home with me,
But you were with another man, yea!
I know we,
Ain't got much to say,
Before I let you get away, yea!
Uh, be my girl.
Be my girl.
Are you gonna be my girl?! Yea!"

Hermione played the last few notes and jumped off the platform before the girls from Crawford Country Day surrounded her, throwing their phone numbers at her. She smiled at them and took a step back.

"Sorry, ladies, but I'm kind of taken." The girls pouted and exited the warehouse disappointedly, causing several of the Warblers to hurry after them.

"Does that song express your feelings for a certain raven-haired Latina by the name of Santana Lopez?" Kurt inquired with a crooked grin as he embraced her.

"Yes," the British girl replied with a frown. "I don't know what we're doing exactly. All of my other relationships with girls have been purely physical, but I want it to be different this time. Maybe this is what I get for never trying to be in an actual relationship with someone."

"Hey, stop that. And she might not come right out and say it, but she's crazy about you. You should've seen her at the hospital after your accident," Blaine informed her while he wrapped his arms around her.

"Yeah, she was by your bedside whenever anyone came to visit you and she literally had to be dragged out by Puck to get something to eat," the taller boy informed her with quietly.

"…really?" The boys nodded. "No one ever told me that."

"Well, I'm sure she threatened them into not telling you," the blue-eyed boy chuckled.

"Typical San," the brown-eyed girl murmured with a small smile.

"C'mon, let's go get some coffee! We haven't hung out in a while," whined Blaine as he dragged Kurt and Hermione to his car.

"So what's been up with you two?" The older girl inquired as they waited for their orders to be ready.

"Other than trying to embrace our sexiness?" Blaine laughed, rubbing the back of his neck embarrassedly.

"I'm about as sexy as a baby penguin," Kurt grumbled with a frown.

"Hey, that's not true. Remember Toxic? And Quinn showed me a video of your 4 Minutes performance with Mercedes. If that wasn't sex appeal you were radiating, then I don't know what it was," Hermione told him genuinely, smiling when he blushed.

"I really want to see those performances," Blaine muttered, his eyes glazing over. "Erm, I mean, I'm going to go get the coffee!"

"I think he liiiiikes you," the British girl sang to the brown-haired boy in front of her.

"I can dream, can't I?" Kurt sighed out wistfully. "He just sees me as a friend though," he pouted.

"Uhhuh, sure he does," the young witch said quietly to herself, wondering when her two friends were going to realize they were made for each other. Several moments later, the younger Warbler came back to the table, carrying their drinks.

"Here you go, m'lady."

"Thanks, Blaine," she spoke tiredly.

"Are you ok, hon? You don't look like you've been sleeping well…" Blaine pointed out worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she responded, trying to stifle a yawn. The two Warblers glanced at each other sadly, knowing that their friend was hiding something from them and came to an understanding of what they had to do…call Satan herself.

A/N, part II: Songs were "Do You Wanna Touch Me?" by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts and "Are You Gonna Be My Girl" by Jet.

I'm already working on editing the next chapter and finishing this story, so hopefully updates will come regularly!