Hot for Teacher - Will/Santana - R
Title: Hot For Teacher
Author: zoo_baby (that's me!)
Pairing: Will Schuester/Santana Lopez from Glee
Rating: R
Summary: Santana's all about having fun... Who could resist the chance to be the teacher's pet?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, blah blah blah. I wish I owned Naya Rivera's lebanese boobies.
Author's Note: Ummm... I wrote this a few months before the big Brittana reveal on Glee. hehe. This is part one, part two shall be found whenever I can find the other page. -_- Enjoy?
Santana didn't mean for it to happen, it just did. It was an accident. Well... kinda. She didn't join glee club specifically to seduce Mr. Schuester, unlike the teeth bleaching she got specifically to hit on that sexy dentist Dr. Howell.
People always viewed her as bored and apathetic in school, but she was actually very observant. And some things were just blatantly obvious - if you were looking.
A perfect example of the way that Mr. Schue looked at the girls in glee club. Their dance moves, the way they swung their hips, their long bare legs. Particularly Rachel, the goody two-shoes who showed up day after day in knee highs and sinfully short skirts. His eyes seemed to wander down her body, checking her out every chance he got. No one else seemed to notice. And on the day Rachel came in dressed as a sexy schoolgirl a la Britney Spears, he looked like he was about to come in his pants.
One day, Brittany and Santana sat in the back of Spanish class, doing their nails and quietly gossiping. Mr. Schuester called for volunteers to come up and present their essays. Knowing they had never done theirs, both cheerleaders slunk down in their seats, out of sight. Rachel Berry's hand shot up, beaming excitedly.
"Figures," murmured Santana, picking at her cuticle.
"Rachel, you go," offered Mr. Schue, sitting down at his desk.
Rachel leaped up and made her way to the front of the classroom. She cleared her throat and began reading her extensive report in somewhat broken Spanish.
But Santana was preoccupied with watching Will. His eyes strayed up and down Rachel;s body, staring at her plaid miniskirt. Obliviously, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, making the shadows of her white panties faintly visible. Mr. Schuester's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he awkwardly adjusted his tie.
"Britt," whispered Santana, nudging the blond who was falling asleep. "Britt, look."
"Huh?" Brittany sat up slightly, blinking quickly and eying Rachel. "I think my grandma has that sweater."
Santana smirked. "Well, yeah. That's not what I meant. Check out Mr. Schue."
"Oh!" Brittany giggled in realization.
"Looks like someone likes the jailbait schoolgirl thing."
Brittany nodded. "He looks like he did when we watched him and ginger lady," she added, referring to the softcore porn they had witnessed of Will and Emma practicing "Toucha Toucha Touch Me".
"He was probably thinking of Berry when he did it!"
The girls snickered. Mr. Schue glanced at them, and they kept quiet and straight-faced until he turned away.
"So," Santana said casually, "do you think he'd make a nice fuck?"
"I would think so," replied Brittany with a devious smile. "He's got nice abs. And I haven't done him yet."
Rachel concluded her essay, and the class applauded for a few seconds as she walked back to her seat. A few kids realized that she was done, and lifted their tired heads off of the desks.
"So you think I should go for it?"
"Sure. Only one way to find out."
Santana grinned, crossing her legs and staring ahead at Mr. Schue. "Wanky."
Author: zoo_baby (that's me!)
Pairing: Will Schuester/Santana Lopez from Glee
Rating: R
Summary: Santana's all about having fun... Who could resist the chance to be the teacher's pet?
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, blah blah blah. I wish I owned Naya Rivera's lebanese boobies.
Author's Note: Ummm... I wrote this a few months before the big Brittana reveal on Glee. hehe. This is part one, part two shall be found whenever I can find the other page. -_- Enjoy?
Santana didn't mean for it to happen, it just did. It was an accident. Well... kinda. She didn't join glee club specifically to seduce Mr. Schuester, unlike the teeth bleaching she got specifically to hit on that sexy dentist Dr. Howell.
People always viewed her as bored and apathetic in school, but she was actually very observant. And some things were just blatantly obvious - if you were looking.
A perfect example of the way that Mr. Schue looked at the girls in glee club. Their dance moves, the way they swung their hips, their long bare legs. Particularly Rachel, the goody two-shoes who showed up day after day in knee highs and sinfully short skirts. His eyes seemed to wander down her body, checking her out every chance he got. No one else seemed to notice. And on the day Rachel came in dressed as a sexy schoolgirl a la Britney Spears, he looked like he was about to come in his pants.
One day, Brittany and Santana sat in the back of Spanish class, doing their nails and quietly gossiping. Mr. Schuester called for volunteers to come up and present their essays. Knowing they had never done theirs, both cheerleaders slunk down in their seats, out of sight. Rachel Berry's hand shot up, beaming excitedly.
"Figures," murmured Santana, picking at her cuticle.
"Rachel, you go," offered Mr. Schue, sitting down at his desk.
Rachel leaped up and made her way to the front of the classroom. She cleared her throat and began reading her extensive report in somewhat broken Spanish.
But Santana was preoccupied with watching Will. His eyes strayed up and down Rachel;s body, staring at her plaid miniskirt. Obliviously, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, making the shadows of her white panties faintly visible. Mr. Schuester's eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he awkwardly adjusted his tie.
"Britt," whispered Santana, nudging the blond who was falling asleep. "Britt, look."
"Huh?" Brittany sat up slightly, blinking quickly and eying Rachel. "I think my grandma has that sweater."
Santana smirked. "Well, yeah. That's not what I meant. Check out Mr. Schue."
"Oh!" Brittany giggled in realization.
"Looks like someone likes the jailbait schoolgirl thing."
Brittany nodded. "He looks like he did when we watched him and ginger lady," she added, referring to the softcore porn they had witnessed of Will and Emma practicing "Toucha Toucha Touch Me".
"He was probably thinking of Berry when he did it!"
The girls snickered. Mr. Schue glanced at them, and they kept quiet and straight-faced until he turned away.
"So," Santana said casually, "do you think he'd make a nice fuck?"
"I would think so," replied Brittany with a devious smile. "He's got nice abs. And I haven't done him yet."
Rachel concluded her essay, and the class applauded for a few seconds as she walked back to her seat. A few kids realized that she was done, and lifted their tired heads off of the desks.
"So you think I should go for it?"
"Sure. Only one way to find out."
Santana grinned, crossing her legs and staring ahead at Mr. Schue. "Wanky."