Fic: "And what I'm seeing is super, super cute" 4/?
Part 1 here: i-longtobe.livejournal.com/746.html
Part 2 here: i-longtobe.livejournal.com/986.html
Part 3 here: i-longtobe.livejournal.com/1595.html
After the exciting events of that morning, Rachel found herself unable to decide whether she should visit Will during lunch. The whole situation was so surreal. Would it be weird, to just talk? Surely he didn't expect her to be there every day. Maybe he'd even changed his mind. She knew he wanted to see her again - he'd made that very clear earlier - but when? She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her hands off him the next time they were alone together.
The rest of the morning was a blur. She kept replaying what was possibly the most thrilling moment of her life over again in her head, until she reached her locker before lunch.
"Hey Rachel." She heard someone say behind her. She turned around to find Finn looking happy to see her.
"Hi," she replied.
"I just ran into Mr. Schuester and we got to talking about you."
Her heart stopped.
"So...do you wanna have lunch with me today?" He continued.
"Why?" She asked.
"Um.. We're friends right?"
"Yes!" She laughed, nervously. "I mean, what does that have to do with, um, Mr. Schuester?" She wanted to call him Will. She wanted to be allowed to call him Will.
"I donno, he just told me I should ask if you wanted to eat lunch with me." He admitted with a smile.
"Oh, okay," she replied, pulling the last of her books out of her locker.
On the way to the cafeteria, Finn talked about football which, luckily for Rachel, was easy to ignore.
"We had a game yesterday, and the funniest thing happened-"
Why would he want me to have lunch with Finn? Does he not want to see me?
"So I was about to run when Coach Tenaka yelled-"
Calm down. Maybe he has other plans?
"And then Puck ran into-"
But then why couldn't he tell me himself? And what else could he possibly have to do?
"Rachel?" Finn said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"I have to go," she said, walking in the opposite direction - which also happened to be the direction of a certain teacher's office.
~
She stood outside his door for what must have been ten minutes, unsure if he was even inside. He opened the door as she was about to knock, and she raised her eyes to meet his.
"Rachel." He said. Her heart was pounding.
She parted her lips to speak, but didn't know what to say. He glanced at them desperately.
"Why?" She asked.
"I-" He sighed.
And his lips were on hers, locking the door behind her. "I was trying" he said between kisses, "to prevent this... from happening... again." He sat on the corner of his desk and she straddled his lap, running her fingers through his hair.
"Why?" She panted. She could think of many reasons. But she wanted to know which one bothered him.
"You're so young." He said, pushing her away.
"Age is just a number." She said.
"It's not right."
"It is right, can't you see that? Can't you feel it?" She pressed her lips against his, softer than before. She pulled away again to gauge his reaction. He smiled.
She took his cheeks in her hand, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone, then kissing it. Her lips moved down his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
"Rachel, stop."
"Why?" She asked, frustrated tears stinging her eyes.
"You've never... done this before have you?"
"Is it that obvious?" She asked.
"No, sweetheart. You're amazing. It's just, you don't want your first time to be in your spanish teacher's office." He paused. "Or with your spanish teacher."
She laughed shyly. "You're not just my teacher. And I hope I'm not just a student."
"Of course not," he whispered, wrapping his hands around her waist, and pulling her closer to him.
"And you want me?" She asked, her voice faltering on 'want'.
"Rachel," he started.
She pouted, averting her eyes.
"Of course I do. More than anything." He finally gave in.
"Then show me."
//
Thanks for reading, comments = <3
The next (last?) part will be up VERY SOON, like today. Because I am having TOO much fun writing these =)
Part 2 here: i-longtobe.livejournal.com/986.html
Part 3 here: i-longtobe.livejournal.com/1595.html
After the exciting events of that morning, Rachel found herself unable to decide whether she should visit Will during lunch. The whole situation was so surreal. Would it be weird, to just talk? Surely he didn't expect her to be there every day. Maybe he'd even changed his mind. She knew he wanted to see her again - he'd made that very clear earlier - but when? She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep her hands off him the next time they were alone together.
The rest of the morning was a blur. She kept replaying what was possibly the most thrilling moment of her life over again in her head, until she reached her locker before lunch.
"Hey Rachel." She heard someone say behind her. She turned around to find Finn looking happy to see her.
"Hi," she replied.
"I just ran into Mr. Schuester and we got to talking about you."
Her heart stopped.
"So...do you wanna have lunch with me today?" He continued.
"Why?" She asked.
"Um.. We're friends right?"
"Yes!" She laughed, nervously. "I mean, what does that have to do with, um, Mr. Schuester?" She wanted to call him Will. She wanted to be allowed to call him Will.
"I donno, he just told me I should ask if you wanted to eat lunch with me." He admitted with a smile.
"Oh, okay," she replied, pulling the last of her books out of her locker.
On the way to the cafeteria, Finn talked about football which, luckily for Rachel, was easy to ignore.
"We had a game yesterday, and the funniest thing happened-"
Why would he want me to have lunch with Finn? Does he not want to see me?
"So I was about to run when Coach Tenaka yelled-"
Calm down. Maybe he has other plans?
"And then Puck ran into-"
But then why couldn't he tell me himself? And what else could he possibly have to do?
"Rachel?" Finn said, waving his hand in front of her face.
"I have to go," she said, walking in the opposite direction - which also happened to be the direction of a certain teacher's office.
~
She stood outside his door for what must have been ten minutes, unsure if he was even inside. He opened the door as she was about to knock, and she raised her eyes to meet his.
"Rachel." He said. Her heart was pounding.
She parted her lips to speak, but didn't know what to say. He glanced at them desperately.
"Why?" She asked.
"I-" He sighed.
And his lips were on hers, locking the door behind her. "I was trying" he said between kisses, "to prevent this... from happening... again." He sat on the corner of his desk and she straddled his lap, running her fingers through his hair.
"Why?" She panted. She could think of many reasons. But she wanted to know which one bothered him.
"You're so young." He said, pushing her away.
"Age is just a number." She said.
"It's not right."
"It is right, can't you see that? Can't you feel it?" She pressed her lips against his, softer than before. She pulled away again to gauge his reaction. He smiled.
She took his cheeks in her hand, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone, then kissing it. Her lips moved down his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
"Rachel, stop."
"Why?" She asked, frustrated tears stinging her eyes.
"You've never... done this before have you?"
"Is it that obvious?" She asked.
"No, sweetheart. You're amazing. It's just, you don't want your first time to be in your spanish teacher's office." He paused. "Or with your spanish teacher."
She laughed shyly. "You're not just my teacher. And I hope I'm not just a student."
"Of course not," he whispered, wrapping his hands around her waist, and pulling her closer to him.
"And you want me?" She asked, her voice faltering on 'want'.
"Rachel," he started.
She pouted, averting her eyes.
"Of course I do. More than anything." He finally gave in.
"Then show me."
//
Thanks for reading, comments = <3
The next (last?) part will be up VERY SOON, like today. Because I am having TOO much fun writing these =)