Rachel stared hard down at her hand, the one he had just let go of. Why was she now feeling this ache? This rejection? What did it mean? Did he figure it out? All of her mental images and somehow get creeped out that this little girl, so far from a woman, was viewing him in such a way?
It would figure, wouldn’t it? She could barely get a high school guy, minus the likes of Puckerman who would bed just about anything with boobs. Why would she even think she could get this older man? She pushed the thought away and slowly shook her head. ”No…no…I walked. I mean it’s nto too far from my house and my dads were out so…it’s okay you don’t have to worry…but i mean I can get a ride back home if that’s what you mean?”
She was so confused. His slight stutter, the way he kept panicking seemed to suggest something else.
But he let go of her hand…
She bit her lower lip gently in thought and slowly licked her lips before peeking her eyes back up at him and smiling slightly. ”So…now should be a perfect time…as long as it’s okay…”
She was still painfully aware of the nipples straining her blouse and quickly crossed her arms over her chest, especially when she found his eyes glued there. Great, now she completely embarrassed herself.
He was probably already freaked out. After all, wasn’t there the incident with Suzy Pepper and the spanish teacher? He probably thought that was the kind of girl she was. Quiet, innocent, until she obsesses.
But she wasn’t obsessed…it wasn’t her fault he was so fucking hot!
"It’s fine," he said quickly, taking a deep breath as he stood up. Thankfully he had a jacket with him, so he awkwardly hung it in front of his crotch to disguise the fact that he was a little too excited for their rehearsal. "I’ll show you to my car."
Rachel walked in front of him out of the shop (which meant he got an amazing view of that tight little ass, holy crap), but since she didn’t know what he drove, he had to take her there, and he did it the only way he knew how (or the only way he wanted to).
Resting a hand on her lower back whilst letting out the smallest of groans, he led her in the right direction until they were standing beside his car. “Your carriage awaits,” he joked, though he winced instantly because that cheesy line sounded like something you’d say on a date. It definitely wasn’t a date, no matter how much he was fantasising about kissing her senseless. Without another word, he opened the door for her and got in the other side, well aware that her bare legs would be on show as he drove them home.
He knew, then, that he definitely wasn’t going to make it.
This was truly embarrassing. She was showing off the slight crush, wasn’t she? And then he said it. Her eyes blinked once, twice as she stared at him wide eyed.
“R…right now?”, she stuttered out? She could already envision the two in his home, both starting to sing…him moving closer…her closing the distance.
And then he’d force her against the wall, press his lips against hers, clothes would be lost, his fingers would ravish every part of her, his fingers over her hot skin, between her legs, surging in….
Yup, she was getting far too into this over her head. She needed to forget it. She was going to his house to sing, that was all. Nothing more and nothing less.
She just needed to tell that to her nipples that she was sure were practically straining against her blouse and the section between her legs that was practically oozing as she rubbed her thighs together.
She forced a smile, hoping it was hiding the turmoil within her head. ”I’m sure it’s a lot better than here! And really…who would want an audience if we aren’t charging?” She forced a laugh as she glanced around and spotted a few people looking over at her with gentle smiles, some a bit more disturbing than gentle.
She ran a quick hand through her hair and reached forward to grab his hand, ignoring the spark that she felt between them. “So we go now? Or um…was this something you meant later this week because I…I’d hate to ruin any plans you had today…I mean if you have plans…I’m sure you have plans!”, she managed to stutter out.
If he took her hand, it would be wrong, but surely it was different if she’d made the first move? Besides, he somehow found himself getting harder at the feel of her skin against his. Soft, smooth, dainty little hands (which he wanted wrapped around his cock, pumping him in time with his ragged breaths, but that was another story).
"N-now’s fine," he said, pulling his hand away before he did something he’d regret (i.e. caressing her face or something). "Did someone drop you off? Because we can leave now, i-if you want, so we have more time to practice."
Practice learning each other’s bodies inside out more like.
Trying desperately to control his thoughts, he sighed. Nothing was going to come of this ‘crush’ he was sporting. He’d never make a move on a student.
If she were to kiss him first though…
No, no, why would she? Rachel was beautiful, stunning, and he was a teacher for God’s sake. She was probably just humouring him so that she’d get more solos.
Still, he found his eyes glancing down to her chest, and oh holy crap, there were definite nipples behind there.
Gulping, he clung to the table so he wouldn’t get the urge to rub himself off. Damn it; Rachel Berry sure knew how to work him up.
Why did she feel so nervous? Rachel Berry was always at home singing, no matter where or when. Yet now she felt nervous? It wasn’t as if this was the first time she sang in front of her music teacher.
Though, she had noticed every so often his looks, naively ignoring them. But now? Now she just felt tingles all over.
She ignored it, though, and pushed through the song, only pausing half way. She cleared her throat a bit and could feel the flush upon her cheeks. ”I um…it’s hard with just one person. It is a two person song.” But who to sing it with? Artie? Kurt? Even Noah sounded just a bit too weird on that song.
It was too true, the group was hurting on male leads. Their teacher though? She heard him from time to time when he practiced things with them. His voice? Let’s just say she could understand why hysterical fans sometimes threw their panties at their favorite rock stars.
Her eyes flickered up as they locked onto his. She didn’t know why but there was this passion in his eyes…and that wetness between her legs? Yup now it was starting to grow to the point she could feel moisture on her thighs. She sucked in a breathand crossed her legs together as she reached a hand to rub casually at her neck.
“I…would like to do more solos like that but…I don’t think I could do it myself.” If only their teacher could join them. She just had the feeling their voices together would be a powerhouse. And just like that, a vision of the two in his home…alone, both singing together…a stolen kiss, a touch here and there…her skirt sliding down her legs, bra going over her…
What on earth was going through her head?! She cleared her throat quickly and awkwardly uncrossed her legs. ”Um…uh yeah so um….when should we start practices?” She had to keep this professional. Push away this silly little girl crush.
Of course she’d have a crush on him! Most of the school did, even a few times she caught Quinn Fabray glancing him up and down. But it was just a silly girl crush on an older guy. That was all it could be really.
"I think you should come over to mine," he managed to squeak out, not bothering to think things through. He wanted two outcomes, and would be perfectly happy if either happened.
The first was to sing Don’t Stop Believin’ as a duet with the girl in front of him.
The second was to take her violently against the wall until she collapsed and came with his name on her lips.
Really, either was fine.
"We could go over the music better there, and though the acoustics aren’t great, it’s more… private."
He blinked, a thousand images bombarding his senses. Eating her out, tongue between her legs. Sucking on her breasts, smacking his lips. Taking her from behind as she cried out and begged him for more.
He was so going to hell.
Whenever Rachel sang, she would always find herself lost in the song. It was her own stress reliever. It was funny that way. Most people were stressed being on stage. Her? The complete opposite. She was right at home there.
So she was barely aware of her surroundings as she finished the lyric and lifted her head up to look at him. He was staring at her with this look she just could not describe. And then he did it…licked his lips. She barely noticed as she started to rub her thighs together, noticing a tingle she tended to ignore most of the time.
That was when she noticed, his heavy, more than likely muscular leg pressed against hers. Her breath caught in her chest and she was sure she was going to explode.
All she could do was mutely nod and avert her eyes. She needed to mentally get away. She was being a crazy, horny teenage girl. He probably had a girlfriend or at least desired older gi…women, not a simple girl like her.
So she zoned out, went to her comfort zone and closed her eyes as she continued. ”Just a city boy…born and raised in South Detroit, he took the midnight train going anywhere…” Just then, she couldn’t help but open her eyes and look up. Her body acted on its own as she glanced into his eyes. She felt sick but this felt so right even if it was incredibly wrong.
“A singer in a smokey room…the smell of wine and cheap perfume, for a smile they can share the night. It goes on and on and on and on….” She could feel her heart hammering in her chest and mentally screamed at herself to stop, to look away. But she couldn’t, she was stuck. She knew this was wrong and knew it would only end with her being broken by his impending rejection but she just couldn’t draw herself away. She would just keep this to herself…as long as she didn’t act on it, it couldn’t hurt, right? It was like having a crush on George Clooney…sure they were older but unobtainable and there was no harm in liking someone you weren’t going for. Or so she hoped.
Finn classed himself as a good guy. He paid his taxes on time, he tipped generously wherever he went, he held doors open for little old ladies and people with push chairs.
Which was why this new surge of electricity through his body scared the crap out of him. He was a good, respectable man, a decent teacher and friend, but this wasn’t part of his plan.
He was attracted to one of his fucking students, for God’s sake. He’d always found her pretty, but at the same time, a lot of the girls in his class were; occupational hazard. Kids had flirted with him in the past, but he’d always reminded them (kindly) that it was inappropriate, and that was that.
But Rachel. It wasn’t as if it was only her tight little body that was driving him crazy, but he’d never heard a voice so strong and emotional before. He wasn’t shallow. He knew personality was a big part of what he found attractive, and Rachel had plenty of that. She had fire in her belly, a determination he’d never seen before, and God damn, that was so sexy, she was so sexy.
The more she sang, and the more she stared at him with her large, soulful eyes, the more he wanted to pull her out of the shop and fuck her against the wall so he could hear her pretty little voice crying his name.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Licking his lips again (the image of biting Rachel’s lip, of taking it between his teeth and sucking until she moaned and begged him to stop wouldn’t leave him alone), he cleared his throat, trying to ignore the fact that he was supporting a full-blown erection under the table.
"I think that’s enough for now," he said, voice breaking a few times. "That was… Your voice is something else, and I never thought you’d sound so good."
Without thinking, his eyes gazed down at her breasts. He imagined palming them roughly in his large hands while she writhed around on his bed. He imagined plucking her nipples one, two, three times, whispering dirty words against her innocent ear. He imagined tasting her, the slight sheen of sweat covering her naked body, desperate for release.
He gulped again and pretended to be interested in his hands.
There was that laugh again..deeper and so much se…No! Ew! No! He was her teacher! She wasn’t that kind of girl! Even if he was hands…no! Just! NO! Rachel tried to push all the evil thoughts coming in as she moved her attention back to her teacher. “Well…I mean she has a higher range and…pop is far different than showtunes…” Still she couldn’t help the faint blush at his compliment.
She really was throwing herself in the deep end, wasn’t she…
She blinked slowly. The only classic rock she knew really was the Beatles, since her dads both had crushes on different members of the group at different times in their lives. “REO Speedwagon?” She furrowed her brow and frowned. “Are you trying to play a trick on me, Mr. Hudson…I know it’s a car…” She scoffed for a moment and sighed shaking her head until one simple world lit up her world. Journey, it was the only non-Beatles rock album her dads owned…and she fell in love with it at a young age.
Her eyes slowly looked up to his as her lips curved into a smile. “Just a small town girl…living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere…”, she sang in a low voice, her eyes practically twinkling.
“I think that sounds amazing!” She always did love her solos but a prime solo? Yes so much sweeter…
Smirking when she thought one of his favourite bands was a car, he was about to correct her when she started singing there and then, and everything around them faded out until all he could see was Rachel.
Leaning forward in his seat to listen, he didn’t notice that his leg was pressed up against hers under the table, too preoccupied by her voice.
"It really sounds amazing," he breathed out, licking his lips. "You know the rest, then? Can you… Can you sing for me?"
Just thinking about her singing one of his favourite songs was enough to make him half-hard in the middle of the Lima Bean, and all he could focus on was those damn lips.
Wow, he was definitely turning into a pervert.
She blinked for a moment at the silence. Silence meant all different things to Rachel. It was either disbelief, admiration, complete and utter disgust without an ability to speak. But…Mr. Hudson wasn’t like the rest. He always proclaimed himself her number one fan and she appreciated that. It helped to have an instructor who actually believed in her rather than roll their eyes.
So then why the silence? It was beginning to unnerve her…just a tiny bit.
But then he spoke and for a moment she was worried he would be like the rest, a fake word here and there with a roll of his eyes as she looked away. But..what came out instead had her blinking her eyes as she stared at him. ”Challenge myself?” She slowly blinked as she stared down at her piles and piles of papers. Everything here was usually a part of her CD collection too. It was all showtunes, ballads, anything of that sort. But a challenge?
She wrinkled her nose and glanced up at him. ”Do you mean like pop? Maybe a Britney Spears song?” that had to work, right? She never really listened to the girl…alright maybe she listened once or twice to Baby Hit Me….or maybe ten…thirty… That wasn’t the point! It wasn’t as common in her CD collection as her showtunes. Maybe that could help?
Finn couldn’t help but let out a loud belly laugh as he shook his head and grinned over at the girl. “You think a Britney Spears song would be challenging? God, Rach, give yourself some credit; you’d kick her ass in a sing off.” Still smiling, he shook his head again. She was adorab-
No, no she wasn’t, she was his student.
"No, I was thinking something along the lines of classic rock. The Rolling Stones, Queen, REO Speedwagon." Wiggling his eyebrows, he took a sip from his drink. "In showchoirs, you’re bound to get a lot of showtunes, so that’s why we need to shake things up. Maybe we could even try you with some Journey." As he bit his lip, he found himself staring at her hands of all things. Small, dainty, perfectly manicured. He gulped.
"It’d mean more rehearsal time for you though. We might have to start doing one on one sessions until you get the hang of it, then we can bring in the rest of the club to harmonise in the background. Does that sound good?"
He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach at the idea of spending more alone time with her.
Rachel could already feel her cheeks flaring up at his chuckle. He just had to havea deep chuckle didn’t he? And of course it didn’t help it was aimed at her.
She wiped quickly at her face and cleared her throat as she sat down. ”Orange juice?” She blinked and suddenly started to feel a bit more at ease, her lips slowly curving into a smile. ”I usually drink some chamomile tea but…orange juice is good too..” Though deep down she was beginning to worry he thought of her as just some kid who couldn’t drink coffee.
She pushed all distracting thoughts away and cleared her throat as she thumbed through her lists. ”Well…a few actually. I mean we could always revisit ‘Don’t Rain on my Parade’…”, she paused to look at him as she tilted her head and smiled in a matter-of-fact way. ”It is after all a show stopper. But I was thinking more ballads…maybe an Adele number, though I was thinking Bette might be nice too, you know visit her pop era back in the early 90s.” She shrugged lightly as she glanced up at him, her finger still down and pointing at the sheet music. ”Any suggestions, Mr. Hudson? I mean after all it is your group…”
For a moment he was silent, simply because he wanted to take it all in. Despite Rachel being one of his best students, he hadn’t had a lot of one-on-one time with her, and her intensity came as a shock.
What came as more of a shock was that he really liked that, more than he probably should have.
"Uh, they all sound…" What had she said again? He cleared his throat with a cough and shook his head to try and wake himself up out of his stupor before pressing a finger to his chin. "You’re better than those songs," he said simply, eyes flitting over her face. "I think we need to challenge you more, find something out of your comfort zone to really stretch your ability."
Sipping at his coffee, he set the cup down as a smile tugged at his lips. “Though to be honest, I don’t think we need to worry about Sectionals; with a voice like yours, it’s in the bag.”
If Rachel Berry were 100% honest with herself she’d admit that talent…turned her on completely especially anyone musically talented. And if she were even more honest, she’d say that Mr. Hudson was her ideal guy. He was handsome, tall, funny, musically inclined, and had the voice of an angel. Instead, her focus was on her future life calling. She needed to be on Broadway. She lived, breathed showtunes. If she let attraction or feelings get in the way, it would truly be her downfall. Besides he was her teacher! She was already low on the school chain…that would put her in the sewers.
She pushed the thought out of her head. This didn’t even matter. She needed to go over too many things with him anyway. He was a gateway to her lifelong dream and that was the only thing she needed him for.
So she dressed up in her usual plaid skirt, blouse, matching sweater vest and headed off, but not before adjusting her headband just right. She may have not been aware of it but for the first time…she was conscious of her looks. It didn’t matter, she pushed all weird thoughts aside and headed to the Lima Bean.
As soon as she spotted him, she beamed, her lips curving into a wide smile as she waved and walked over, not noticing the odd stares. She slammed down a huge pile of music books, sheets, and folders down on the table before smoothing out her skirt and seating herself. ” Hope you didn’t wait too long, there were a couple of song sheets I couldn’t find…well no that’s not entirely true I was more battling on which ones to cut and which ones to bring.”
Before Finn had time to compose himself, Rachel was there with the biggest stack of paper and books he’d seen, and he couldn’t help but let out a genuine laugh at her enthusiasm.
"Nice to see you too," he grinned, smiling at her before glancing down at the things she’d brought with her. "It’s fine, I’m glad you came prepared. I got you an orange juice, since I wasn’t sure about your coffee order."
Pushing over the small cup of juice, he tried not to give her a once over (no matter how much he wanted to) as he bit his lip and diverted his gaze to the sheet music. “So, uh, you said you had some ideas?” He looked back at her, though not before taking in her appearance, which made him gulp uncomfortably at how attractive he found her.
Finn arrive at the Lima Bean faster than he’d expected, despite the nagging feeling in his stomach that this was out of bounds. He had nothing but innocent intentions in mind, but over the past few years, teaching had become a lot stricter. There were limits to what you were allowed to do with students (even physical contact was frowned upon), and going to get a coffee with a student… it was just a little risky.
Still, it was Rachel Berry, one of the members of the school’s glee club (one of his most talented, actually), and he knew she that was dedicated solely to reaching her goals. Some of the other girls he would have been worried about (Santana Lopez came to mind), but not Rachel. She was wholesome, of good morale standing, beautiful-
Finn burned his tongue on his hot coffee as he choked to himself. She was not beautiful. Well no, she was, but he wasn’t allowed to think that, God no. Discussing glee club out of school hours was one thing, but thinking your student was hot was another.
Banishing any of those thoughts, he kept glancing towards the doors, hoping she wouldn’t be too much longer (he had a severe urge to bolt before she even arrived).
I’m sorry? I don’t understand? You’re my gateway to the Broadway world…if I can’t succeed here then I’ll never make it to Broadway so I really do need to focus on this night and day…and if that means outside of school at the Lima Bean then…so be it!
Don’t worry, I understand, it’s just-
It’s frowned upon for teachers to meet up with their students outside of office hours (especially outside of school), but it’s like you said, you need to focus, I can help with that, and it’s fine. I’m setting off there now so I’ll save you a seat.