𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 | s. lopez

The Substitute

"Alright guys, um... time to start thinking about songs for sectionals," Mr. Schue said, kinda out of it.

"Is he on drugs?" asked Juniper, getting a chuckle out of Quinn.

"Maybe," she said. "Or he's drunk."

"Or both," said Puck. "I know I am."

Juniper laughed and Quinn gently elbowed her, also laughing at the comment the mohawk boy had made.

"Mr. Schuester, you look a little green," said Mercedes.

"Um, I think I'm gonna go see the nurse. But first, I feel like I should get you guys a sitter." Mr. Schue left the room and Rachel got up.

"What are you doing?" asked Juniper.

She didn't respond. She just erased what Mr. Schue had written on the board and wrote "me."

"Class," she said as she turned back to everyone. "In Mr. Schuester's absence I would like to go around and ask everyone what solos they'd like to hear me perform at sectionals."

"Alright, you know what? Let me at her! ¡Tú eres loca!" yelled Santana as she got up to charge at Rachel.

Mercedes, Sam, and Brittany held Santana back. Rachel started screaming as Santana started to yell at her in Spanish.

"Does anyone have any popcorn?" asked Juniper as she pulled her phone out to record.

****

Kurt got the Glee Club a substitute, so Juniper was helping Puck butter the floor.

"What are you guys doing?" asked Finn as he walked into the choir room.

"Kurt got us a substitute, so Fuckerman and I are buttering the floor," replied Juniper.

"Funny how you keep calling me 'Fuckerman' yet you never come over to get some," said Puck.

"Leave her alone, Puck," said Santana, glaring at the womanizer. "She's made it clear she's not interested."

"Did I hear something about a substitute-" asked Rachel as she walked into the room and slipped.

"Yes! It works!" exclaimed Puck.

"At least I didn't fall and break my talent," said Rachel. "I'm fine!"

Juniper crossed the room and sat down next to Artie. A tall blonde walked in, sliding on the floor that she and Puck had buttered.

"What the hell?" asked Artie, holding up his hand.

"Hola, clase," she responded. "Nothing says 'bienvenidos' quite like a buttered floor."

Kurt walked in and slipped.

"Let's start with some introductions. My name is Holly Holliday," she introduced. "What's yours? Go!" She turned to Puck.

He made a dopey face. "I'm Finn Hudson. I'm the quarterback of the football team."

"I'm Rachel Berry, his loud, loud girlfriend," said Santana.

"I'm Quinn Fabray, the hottest MILF at McKinley," said Juniper. The brunette looked across the room at Quinn, who smiled at her. An unamused Santana crossed her arms and popped her neck, jealousy written all across her face.

"I'm Mike Chang," said Brittany, getting a nod of approval from Mike.

"Those aren't your names," said Holly. "You know why I know that?"

"You're psychic?" asked Brittany.

"I know this because I watched a video of you guys performing at regionals, where you came in last. Maybe it's because the songs were about 30 years old, but-"

"Those songs are classics," interrupted Finn.

"Those songs are amazing," she replied, turning to face him. "But they sounded like somebody else's favorite songs, not yours."

"She speaks the truth," said Brittany.

"I'm not your average run-of-the-mill substitute teacher. I want you guys to do things that you want to do. I want you to have fun in our fabulous but fleeting time together. What do you say we have class outside today?"

"It's raining outside," said Mercedes.

"Well then let's take a field trip to Taco Bell. Should we toke up some medical-grade marijuana? I wish."

Everyone laughed.

"No," protested Rachel. "We can't goof off all day. We have to write a set-list for sectionals."

"You're right," said Holly. "What songs would you like to do?"

Everyone fell silent. No one knew how to respond to that question, not even Rachel.

"Oh. Don't get asked that question much, do we?" asked Holly.

"Ms. Holliday's right," agreed Kurt. "Mr. Schuester's set-list seems like he hasn't listened to the radio since the 80s."

"He never listens to what I have to say," said Puck. "Like when I wanted to do that Cee Lo song 'Forget You.'"

"Cee Lo! That's what I'm talking about," said Holly.

"What would you know about Cee Lo?" asked Santana. "Cause you're like 40."

"Top 40, sweet cheeks. Hit it!"

****

"Hold it right there, Oakley."

Juniper turned in the direction of the voice and saw Santana coming up to her. She grabbed the shorter girl's arm and dragged her into the closest classroom, locking the door and covering the small window so no one could see inside.

"You think Quinn's a MILF, huh?" asked the Latina, crossing her arms.

"I was just joking when I said that, San, calm down," said Juniper.

"Don't 'San' me. And don't tell me to calm down."

"Are you jealous?"

"Hells yes I'm jealous," said Santana, stepping closer to the brunette.

"Why?" asked Juniper.

"N-no reason," mumbled the raven haired girl.

"If you're done wasting my time, I'm gonna go."

Juniper moved to head towards the door, but Santana grabbed her waist to keep her in her place. Both were caught off guard by the contact, and before either of them knew what was going on, Santana had pushed Juniper up against the wall and crashed their lips together.

Their lips danced together in heated urgency. Santana kissed down Juniper's jawline and to her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there.

"Tana..." the younger girl breathed out, her knees going weak at the feeling of the Latina's lips against her skin.

"Not begging for Quinn now, huh, babygirl?" Santana rasped in her ear between kisses, sending a shiver down the brunette's spine. "She can't make you feel as good as I can."

Juniper let out an involuntary moan as she felt Santana's hand slip up her shirt, scratching lightly at the skin there as she continued the assault on her neck.

"Wait," said Juniper, pushing the Latina off.

"What the fuck, Juni?" asked Santana. "I wants to get my mack on."

"It's a bad idea," said the younger girl, and Santana smirked.

"You know you love a bad idea," she said and reconnected their lips.

What have I gotten myself into? Juniper asked herself.