A/N: Hey everyone, it's been a while. I don't really have a good excuse. Truthfully, life just got in the way. Especially those pesky responsibilities like uni and work. I will apologise though to the few that were following this story. It's always a dick move to leave WIP's unfinished so I'm sorry.

Up side though is I'm going to try my hardest to get this finished. Though I can't promise a concrete updating schedule, I'm getting back in the swing of it so that's good. So for whoever might be reading this, enjoy and review and tell me what you think :)

Dragging herself away from the blonde, Rachel took one more backward glance, noting the teacher's flustered appearance, before forcing her feet to carry herself down the corridor.

Approaching the end of the corridor, Rachel fastened her stride to a trot. She actually was in a hurry to get to Glee club but before she subjected herself to Mr. Shuester's disapproval regarding her tardiness, the brunette rounded the corner and took a few more steps before stopping and leaning against the wall closest to her.

She was late to Glee club, if her watch was any indication. Eight minutes late, in fact. If there was one thing Rachel Berry prided herself on it was that she was punctual to a fault. Everywhere she went, she was prepared and always arrived with time to spare. Especially to Glee, that was a given considering she had to organize everything because the joke that was William Shuester was always barging in late due to his 'urgent' hair gelling emergencies or crying in the staff toilets because Miss Pillsbury shot him down again. Tool.

At this current moment however, being punctual was the last thing from her mind. Letting out a sigh of relief, Rachel tilted her head back against the wall and let a smirk overtake her full lips. Santana was seriously underestimating her potential in this bet if she thought she had it in the bag, if what just occurred had anything to do with it.

Even though the cocky brunette would have liked to have blamed it all on her genius, she'll admit she hadn't factored the hallway incident into her detailed plan of wooing Miss Fabray, but it was definitely a welcomed occurrence nonetheless.

She'd been travelling around the corner at a pace that was admittedly a little too fast for the halls of McKinley, and had collided into an unsuspecting figure that sent her crashing forwards on top of them. Feeling the annoyance of being held up even further as well as having the wind knocked out of her, Rachel had a scathing insult on the tip of her tongue for the person lying beneath her. After regaining her breath and flicking her eyes open, any insult the brunette had ready was forgotten as she took in the women beneath her.

With surprise, Rachel found that it was Miss Fabray that she'd taken down in her haste to get to class, and was now sprawled out beneath her with her eyes' closed and her brow furrowed slightly in discomfort. She felt a rush of satisfaction run through her upon discovering the woman below her, another moment had presented itself for the brunette to gain strides towards her goal of bedding the blonde and she was not going to waste it.

Staring down at her teacher, Rachel let her eyes fall upon her face. Objectively speaking, Rachel couldn't help but observe how stunning the oblivious woman below her was. From her perfectly shaped eyebrows, thick eyelashes, high cheekbones and full lips. Even with her features contorted with pain she was breathtaking and Rachel couldn't help but admire her. As the blond woman underneath her shifted fractionally, Rachel became aware of the press of the woman's toned body meeting her own. Miss Fabray's slight frame exuded warmth and strength as they pressed into each other and Rachel felt a hint of a blush rising up her cheeks. She felt like a bit of a creeper just draped across her English teacher in the middle of the hallway. Somewhat embarrassed, maybe; but like hell she was going to deny that it didn't feel good lying on top of the woman. Santana definitely chose a hot subject, and for this she was thankful.

As Rachel shifted slightly, hazel eyes snapped open and locked with her own. Rachel could see a hint of surprise and embarrassment in Miss Fabray's expressive eyes and as they continued to stare at one another, a small blush beginning to blossom on the older women's face. Her brown eyes dropped from the blondes, down to the adorable blush and then finally settling on full red lips.

If she reflects upon her time being intimate with others, Rachel had always been curious what it'd be like to kiss another girl. She'd predominantly been focused on males, with her history of relationships all involving suitable leading men to match her. But on occasions when her mind would wander during make out sessions, she'd take note of the thin set of their upper lip or the chapped roughness that pressed against her own and she'd wonder: how different would it be to kiss a girl; how would the softness of their lips would contrast? Staring down at Miss Fabray's full lips, her need to sate her curiosity doubled. She'd definitely be a good kisser; her lips are so plump and soft looking and would fit with mi-

Rachel's inner musings were broken as the blond haired woman cleared her throat, causing her to flick her eyes back up and widening them significantly. Genuine embarrassment flooded the brunette this time as she'd been lying on the other woman for at least a minute and had been caught staring at her teachers lips.

Pushing herself up and off the other woman, Rachel brushed herself off and put her acting skills to the test once more. Reflecting back on the encounter, Rachel felt her smirk widen. She could clearly see how flustered Miss Fabray was from the ordeal and her faux innocent act had the older woman blushing and even stuttering. Mentally patting herself on the back, Rachel stood away from the wall and continued down the hallway towards Glee; a confident sway of her hips present in each step. This is just too easy.

"What suits me better: black or red?" Santana questioned, holding two pairs of lacy lingerie up against her body in front of the full-length mirror in Victoria's Secret change rooms.

Rachel huffed and glared at the back of her friend's head. This was the hundredth pair Santana had tried on and it was wearing on the brunette's nerves. The trio was at the mall, which was a weekend ritual for the girls, and an event that Rachel would typically enjoy. However, she'd been sat watching Santana half naked for the past hour and she was starving.

"I think you look better with nothing on." Brittany commented, moving closer to her girlfriend and resting her chin on her shoulder.

Through the mirror Rachel could see Santana's cheeks tint red and a smirk pull at her lips. Turning around in her girlfriend's grasp, she pulled the blond closer to connect their lips. It's like fucking clock work with these two.

"Stop it you two!" Rachel snapped at the pair. "You just finished mounting each other on the bargain bin, much to that poor sales woman's horror. Do you want to get caught again?"

With her lips curling in amusement, Santana pressed a peck to her girlfriend's lips and runs her hands down the dancer's body to rest upon her ass. Throwing a smirk in Rachel's direction, Santana gives a squeeze for good measure, making Brittany giggle, before extracting herself from the blonde.

"Excuse me dwarf, that sales lady wasn't shocked by me an Britt's getting it on. She totally wanted up on all this." She remarked, a hint of smugness coloring her tone.

"Oh yeah, she totally wanted to play with our kitties." Brittany added, continuing to leer suggestively at her girlfriend.

With an incredulous scoff, Rachel rolled her eyes at her friends. "Yeah she wanted to join you so badly. Definitely explains why I had to convince her not to call security." She bit out sarcastically. "Santana, will you hurry it up already. You've tried on a million different pairs and I'm sick of staring at your flat ass."

"Bitch please, I am fucking fine. You're just jealous none of these are designed to hide what you're packing." Santana replied, admiring her lingerie clad body in the mirror. "Why aren't you trying on any? Don't you have a certain someone you're trying to seduce?"

"I don't need to throw myself at her half naked to get into her pants, I've got more game than that." Rachel said with an air of arrogance.

"You know for someone so short and annoying, you're overly confident." Santana laughed. "And someone who has such great 'game' as you say, why is it that the farthest you've gotten with Miss Fabray is you creepily staring at her during class. I keep expecting you to turn into Jew Fro."

"Don't tease her San, I think it super cute that Rach has a crush on Misses F." Brittany lilted.

"I do not have a crush on her Brittany." Rachel rectified with a frown. "And I was not staring at her creepily, Santana! I was- I've just been doing some ground work and getting the lowdown on her."

"Yeah yeah, call it whatever you want. Sounds to me like you've gotten nowhere except drooling over her in class." Santana taunted from the change cubicle she is occupying.

With a light trail of pink erupting on her cheeks out of embarrassment, Rachel stood up and stomped her foot. "I have not been drooling!"

Letting out an amused chuckle, Santana exited the change room fully clothed and with an armful of lingerie. "Calm your mosquito bites. Is it me, or have been even more highly strung lately?"

"I think the lack of sexy times is getting to her Sanny." Brittany mused, taking a seat next to the brunette and patting her knee.

"Oh yeah, it's been a while huh? You and Jolly Green Giant stopped bumping uglies then?

"Of course we have. I put an end to our dysfunctional relationship and despite Finn's best effort's of reconciliation; it's for good this time." Rachel sighed. Reflecting back upon her relationship with Finn, she questioned what she'd seen in the boy. Granted, she did have some positive moments to reflect upon but they were buried beneath Finn's insecurities and selfishness. However, in Finn's eyes they were still 'endgame' and he still continued to try and guilt trip her into getting back together with him. It was getting old fast.

"Thank god. I can't imagine anyone being desperate enough to resort to having sex with Frankenteen. I still have nightmares that I'm being suffocated by sweaty bags of potatoes." Santana uttered with exaggerated disgust making Brittany giggle.

Rachel couldn't help agree with her friend. Sex with Finn certainly left a lot to be desired and resulted in Rachel having to give herself a helping hand more often than not.

"You are such a drama queen. You do have a point though, it's pretty bad." she chuckled. "However, I'm not sexually frustrated. I'm hot and single; I can have anyone I want so why would I be? I'm just stressed with school and Glee club and restraining myself from cutting holes in Shuester's vest collection."

Santana eyed her suspiciously. "Yeah, you're full of crap."

"It's okay Rach, you can join our sexy times if you want. San is practically an expert in making frustrations go away; especially with her tong-"

"Britt!" Santana spluttered with pink cheeks, cutting her girlfriend off. "Remember what I told you about over sharing, babe?" She questioned her girlfriend. Turning to Rachel, Santana spoke with jealousy colouring her tone. "You are not joining us. Ever."

Holding her hands up, Rachel laughed in amusement at her two friends. "Hey, not with a ten foot pole would I come near that tongue."

"You wish you could be apart of this," Santana sat next to Brittany and wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. "Besides babe, if Rach can manage the impossible, she'll be having her own Sapphic love with Fabray soon enough. Blondie looks like she'd be a pretty good lay so at least she might be able to extract the stick that's been stuck up your ass lately and really make you sing."

Nodding her head in agreement, Brittany added, "Oh yeah, she looks like a total top too. It's hot."

The familiar sinking feeling that materialized whenever the topic of sex with the woman in question appeared and Rachel let out a weary sigh. Once she set her mind to the task at hand, Rachel Berry gave nothing less than one hundred percent to complete the goal before her, and this bet would be no different. She was going to give this challenge everything she had and she knew she could succeed, however certain obligations she'd have to endure to win had her a little uneasy. She would ultimately have to have sex with her English teacher. She'd never been with a girl, let alone an older woman and while she had no qualms that she could successfully seduce the other woman into bed, the act in itself would be the real challenge. She was an actress however, a great one at that and she'd put on a good show regardless.

One aspect that made this whole situation easier however was that the teacher was in fact gorgeous. Rachel could readily admit that. I mean I'm not blind. Anyone can see that she is in great shape as evidenced by her toned body. And her facial features are practically perfect, with her soulful eyes and full lips. I mean, not that I've looked too hard though, Rachel surmised with an awkward cough.

"You know, it's times like these when you open your mouth and a U-Haul falls out, I question how you two ever managed to be in the closet," Rachel teased.

"Whatever you say Smurf." Her friend responded. "Let's get out of here. I wanna get my eats on." Santana declared, picking up the armful of lingerie sets she'd tried on and dropping them onto the return bench.

"Wait, aren't you buying anything?" Rachel asked incredulously.

"Nah, not today." She replied with a smirk and proceeded to head for the exit.

Feeling anger rise to the surface, Rachel struggled to push down the expletives that attempted to spill from her mouth. I am going to kill her!

Strutting down the hallway, Rachel surveyed the corridor before her. It had reached the end of the school day and the student's of McKinely had mostly cleared out the moment the bell had signaled the end of last period. Some students were still lingering in the halls at their lockers or had stopped to chat with friends. Few of the students left turned to look at the head Cheerio as she neared her locker. Rachel paid them no mind as she deposited her books into her locker, grabbed her folder of sheet music and carried on down the hall.

Having not heard otherwise from Mr. Shuester, Rachel was headed towards the choir room as Glee club was scheduled to start in 15 minutes. Unlike their last meeting, nothing had occurred to hold the brunette up and she would arrive early to the choir room as per usual.

Upon being tardy to her last Glee meeting, to her surprise Shuester had already been in attendance when she arrived, much to hermisfortune. As predicted, he had reprimanded her for being late in true hypocritical fashion and proceeded to be petty about it for the rest of the lesson. Sometimes I swear I'm the only professional in this entire school, Rachel scoffed at the teacher's immaturity.

Strolling into the choir room, Rachel found the space unoccupied and claimed a set in the front row. She had quite a substantial amount of work to organize in relation to the Glee Club and their song choices for Sectionals. Sectionals were quickly approaching and Mr. Shuester was still insisting on meaningless weekly themes instead of choosing songs for the upcoming competitions. Furthermore, countless of people were auditioning that absolutely zero talent and Mr. Shuester seemed to think that anyone who auditioned was welcome into the club, regardless if they could sing or not. For all of the hard work Rachel had put into this club; she had single handedly turned it's reputation from nothing to respectable within the school by winning Nationals and their mentor seemed like he was hell bent on destroying what she'd worked so hard to achieve. Not on my watch.

Rachel let out a huff and started sifting through the sheet music she'd printed out of possible songs that could be appropriate for Sectionals. She'd set the group on the right track, just like she'd done in the years previous. She was confident they would win Nationals this year once again with a little bit of her hard work.

Luckily enough, with Sue Sylvester's insane but effective approach to coaching, she didn't have to worry about such disorganization with the Cheerio's. That combined with her captaincy, they were on track to win National's for cheerleading.

Along side managing her extra curricular activities, she was excelling in her grades as per usual. She was on top of most aspects of her life. Except, and she hates to admit it, she was not doing as well as she'd like with the bet. Apart from practically falling upon the Blonde in the hallway, her wooing had come to a bit of a halt. She had her plan written up and while it was 100% fool proof in theory, actually implementing certain aspects of it was proving to be difficult, mostly because Rachel was having trouble catching Miss Fabray alone. After each English period, she'd planned to approach the blonde and subtlety charm her but each and every time, a student had been occupying her attention. All them had sought her out at the end of class to get help with the day's lesson, or just talk to her in general. That seemed to happen often, Rachel observed. The students at McKinley seemed to really like her, some a little too much, but had annoyed her nonetheless. Anger had bubbled within her each time she found the teacher with a student and it set off for the remainder off the day. I'll just have to come up with a way of getting to her first, perhaps I coul-

Rachel was broken from her musings as Kurt, Mercedes and Tina bustled through the choir room door and greeted her.

"Hey Rach," Kurt smiled, taking a seat in the row behind her next to Mercedes and Tina. "I see you're back to turning up annoyingly early. Were you fed up with breaking the rules?

Letting out a laugh, Rachel responded, "Oh yeah, I had a taste of the wild side and it's just not for me."

After having known the flamboyant boy for some time now, Rachel had grown to like his sassy nature and perfectly coifed hair. He was someone Rachel would unlikely be friends with if they didn't share Glee in common, but they'd become friends inside the club and their friendship now extended outside of it.

Shooting her an amused grin, Kurt turned back towards Tina and Mercedes and joined in on whatever topic they were gossiping about. Soon after, the rest of the club started filing in and began taking their seats in the risers. As the last two to arrive, Santana and Brittany flounced in the door with their pinkies linked.

Spotting her, Brittany dragged Santana in Rachel's direction. "Hey Rachie!" The blonde exclaimed, plopping her self down in the seat next to her.

Santana soon followed with a head nod in acknowledgement.

"Hey Britt, how was your day?"

The trio soon fell into easy conversation, as did the rest of group as they awaited the start of Glee. Ten minutes later Mr Shuester bounced through the door with an excited grin on his face.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, Miss Pillsbury needed a hand with something." The teacher explained, moving to the middle of the room and addressing the group.

"I'm sure you gave her a lot more than just a hand, Mr. Shue," Noah remarked from the back of the risers, with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a smirk pulling at his lips. A round of snickers erupted throughout the room and Mr. Shuester did his best to silence them.

"Very inappropriate Puck. I don't want to hear it." The curly haired man ordered halfheartedly, a pink hue creeping up his cheeks.

"Alright guys, lets get started. I hope you've all prepared for this weeks assignment. Who wants to start us off?"

The previous week in Glee had seen Mr. Shuester rushing in and excitedly babbling about the new theme he was setting for the group. Sticking to the clichés, the Spanish teacher had decided on focusing the week around teenage hormones and releasing their 'frustrations' through song. Apparently the older man could relate, stating that he'd been a teenager once and could sympathise with how frustrating these years of their life could be, especially with all the desires and raging hormones that came with the age. He'd then told them all to come up with a performance that depicts teenage 'sexual' frustration to perform at the next meeting. Rachel just rolled her eyes at his latest assignment. It was slightly inappropriate, and Rachel gathered that his inspiration was because of much of a teenager he felt from all the boners he was popping over Miss Pillsbury.

"I'll go Mr. Shue," Mercedes announced, walking towards the front of the room with a sway of her hips. "Sorry to the rest following me, this is gonna be too hot to top."

The diva handed Brad the sheet music she was holding, whispered a few words to the ever-silent man and took her mark in the middle of the floor. Just as she was about to start her performance, a knock sounded throughout the room causing the entire groups attention to turn towards the choir room's doorway.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry for interrupting." A soft voice was heard as the door to the choir room was pushed open halfway. A familiar buzz settled in her stomach as Rachel recognized whom the voice belonged to. Poking her head around the half opened door was Miss Fabray.

With a welcoming smile erupting on his face, Mr. Shuester rose from his seat. "No not at all Quinn. Come in."

The blonde woman smiled and stepped into the room. As the woman came fully into view, Rachel couldn't help but run her eyes over the length of her. Deciding to forego slacks, the blonde had instead opted for a burgundy long sleeve dress that perfectly hugged her waist and then fanned out. This hint of cleavage displayed was perfectly proportionate and the brunette's gaze was momentarily drawn to the swell of her breasts. The outfit was coupled with a black belt and black high heels. Her hair was in her usual 'just fucked' style and damn did she look good. When didn't she look good?

"What can we help you with?" Mr. Shuester asked, signaling for the other woman to come further into the room.

"Well you were pretty convincing in getting me to stop by so I thought I'd come and see all the good things about you guys I've been hearing for myself." Miss Fabray explained with a small shy smile pulling at her lips that Rachel couldn't help but find endearing. "If you don't mind that is."

The look on the curly haired man's could only be described as that of an excited puppy at the prospect of Miss Fabray coming to watch them. "No of course we don't mind; you're more than welcome!" He insisted, ushering her forward. "We were just getting started on our weekly assignments so you're just in time. I'll grab you a chair."

"No worries Mr. Shue, there's a seat here for Quinn here on my knee," Noah commented, suggestively waggling his eyebrows at the teacher.

Annoyance ran through Rachel at the boys comment and she turned to scowl at him. The boy had a stupid smirk on his face and the brunette wanted to slap him over the head. Finn, who was sitting next to the boy, beat her to it when he elbowed his friend in the side and then turned back to the teacher sheepishly with pink cheeks.

"It's Miss Fabray to you Noah." Miss Fabray scolded with a hint of amusement in her tone. "Judging by badly you dropped the ball with that advance I don't think you'd be able to hold me up, so I think I'll sit over here." She remarked good naturedly as she walked over to the chair Mr. Shuester had gotten for her.

Laughter sounded throughout the room at the teacher's remark, even earning a chuckle from Mr. Shuester and Rachel couldn't help grin in response herself. The woman could definitely hold her own, the brunette decided.

"Alright everyone, how about we get started and show Miss Fabray what we're made of," The curly haired man insisted with a clap of his hands. "Take it away Mercedes."

Mercedes began her performance but Rachel wasn't listening. Her attention was focused on the blonde sitting roughly 2 meters in front of her. The blonde's unexpected appearance to their Glee meeting had inspired a mixed reaction from Rachel. With Miss Fabray attending Glee then it opened up avenue for Rachel to get closer to her. It was a perfect really, and grudgingly she thanked Mr. Shuester for finally doing something right and convincing the woman to come and join them. On the other hand, she almost felt… nervous. Which was ridiculous because she rarely felt nerves performing in front of Glee club. She knew she was talented and acted like it. But with the prospect of Miss Fabray hearing her sing, she was jittery. It didn't help that the first performance of Rachel's that she'd get to see would be on the sexier side.

For this week's theme Rachel, Santana and Brittany had decided to team up and they were singing 'I Wanna' by the All American Rejects. It fits the brief of portraying teenage 'urges', well the chorus about touching certainly does. It relates to Santana and Brittany anyhow, with how they constantly touch each other it's practically their anthem.

The three girls aim was to sing it with a loose dance routine that basically just involved coyly touching each other and everyone else. Grinning to herself at the thought, Rachel couldn't believe her luck. This was a good thing. She could work with this. The blonde sitting in on this meeting was actually perfect for Rachel and her plan to woo the woman. She could just ramp up the choreography and put on a show. The trio was all wearing their Cheerio uniforms so the teacher would get a good view of her legs and other assets.

"Alright girls, it's your turn." Mr. Shuester stated, breaking Rachel from her thoughts.

Rachel pushed down any nerves she was experiencing and plastered a smirk on her face. She walked to the center of the room followed by Santana and Brittany with a sway in her hips. Grabbing a chair as a prop and taking position, her eyes scanned the room and came to a stop on Miss Fabray. The older woman's attention was turned to her and she was looking at Rachel with slight curiosity. Rachel shot a wink to the woman before turning her attention to the middle of the group.

The three girls had the backs of their chairs facing the group and they had positioned themselves to sit facing them straddling the chairs. The music started and the girls began gyrating in sync and running their hands along their bodies suggestively. Taking the lead on the vocals, Rachel sung the opening lines to the song and began looking coyly out to each member of the group.

As the song began to pick up in tempo, the girls abruptly stood and strutted around to the front of their chairs. Santana and Brittany sauntered up to her as she continued singing and sidled up to her side. Both girls began running their hands up and down Rachel's sides in a seductive manner.

As the song neared the chorus, the girls began stalking their way towards the risers. The trio started dancing in and out of the where the students sat and as Rachel belted out "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you," they began running their hands over each of them as they went. Walking back down the risers, Rachel came towards the back of Miss Fabray's chair and passed beside it. As she did so, she purposely trailed two fingers down the length of the woman's arm. The brunette could feel the older woman shiver under her fingertips and she smirked even wider.

Strutting a few steps in front of where the blonde was sat, Rachel turned and sang to her deliberately, "I wanna, I wanna, I wanna touch you. You wanna touch me too. Everyway, and when they set me free, just put your hands on me." She accentuated thelines by running her hands over herself and winking before turning around and stalking back to Santana and Brittany.

The rest of the song carried on with the same routine and when they had finished, the room erupted into applause and wolf whistles. Looking around the room, she took in the group's reactions. Finn seemed to have turned bright red and seemed to mumbling something to himself, which was most likely 'mailman', Rachel gathered. Puck was leering at the three of them. Mercedes and Kurt were exaggeratedly fanning themselves. And then her eyes fell onto the blonde. Miss Fabray seemed to have a pink hue coloured on her cheeks and her gaze seemed to be deliberately looking anywhere but at the front. That worked well, Rachel thought with a smirk.

"Girls, that was uh- that was great." Mr. Shuester said, giving them a clap. "It really captured the theme this week, well done."

Rachel moved back to her seat feeling a whole lot better about the bet's progress. She was going to make sure the blonde continued to attend Glee and she was definitely going to make the most of her presence.

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