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.