Rachel always was a morning person, so it didn't surprise her when she woke up before sunrise. Grabbing her blue silk robe from the knob on her bedroom door, she wrapped it around her body, tying it as she fled down the several flights of stairs, and almost tripping twice on the velvet lining. The smell of breakfast instantly put a smile on her face, but she decided to check the news and weather before changing into her breakfast clothing.
She was greeted with many "Good morning, Princess" "Well, aren't you up early, miss" "Ma'am, would you like something to munch on?" and "Princess Rachel, your father wouldn't want you up so early" on her way to the living room on the east side of the mansion; she didn't like calling it the castle but she might as well should have. Grabbing her purple iPhone 6 from the coffee table, and the remote control, she pressed "Power" and closed her eyes.
All she saw from behind her eyelids was darkness, until her heard the usual "Bing!" when the television turned on. Even from behind her eyelids, she noticed that instead of darkness, there was an almost red color, meaning that the light coming from the TV was intense. Opening her eyes slowly, her pupils soon adjusted to the light, and she turned the TV to the News Channel.
"Princess, are you-" One of the servants asked, before Rachel turned around quickly, scared. She scared easily.
"Oh, I'm fine, thank you!" She said with a smile, and turned to look at the TV before her eyes widen.
The plastered, and clearly intoxicated face of Santana Lopez was shown in a little square around the anchor's head and the little strip of words underneath the anchor read "Princess of the Central Area is gay?" The news reporter began to talk about how Santana was reportedly seen drinking and kissing a blonde young woman, unknown, multiple times and entering a room with her at the Headquarters. Rumors are that it was the Princess of Mountain Area.
Of course it was Brittany. Santana wouldn't fuck up things with Brittany.
The color drained from Rachel's face quickly, and she dialed Santana's number before she could even think about it.
"Holy shit, Berry. It's 4:58 here. Whaddya want?" She yawned, as Rachel pulled her hand over the speaking piece, and whispered into the microphone
"Are you an IDIOT! Were there paparazzi at the Headquarters?"
"Of course, you shithead. It's the Headquarters. With not one but TWO royal familes there. GOODBYE" Santana groaned into the phone, before Rachel began to protest.
"No! You are the dumbass here. How was your night with Brittany?" Rachel asked ever so sweetly. There was silence on Santana's side of the phone, before Santana replied in a soft voice
"You aren't saying that-"
"It's all over the news"
"No it's not, stop shitting me" She sounded extremely nervous, and Rachel heard the sounds of Santana running down the stairs, and opening the door to the living room.
"How did they even GET that type of footage?! We were inside! Oh shit, oh shit. God, Lady Hummel is going to laugh so hard at this! So is Fabray! RACHEL! Oh my god, oh my god. I'm never going to hear the end of this! I'm going to have to marry your GAY ASS brother, oh god! Sam is going to probably watch it and laugh in MY face. MY FACE! I…I… I… wait they didn't say it was Brittany, right? Oh god, please don't let them say Brittany. THEY CANT SAY BRITTANY'S NAME, OKAY? Oh my god, KARMA IS A BITCH" Santana rambled, as Rachel heard another gasp from behind her back.
Turning quickly, she saw the unshaved face of her half-brother Blaine. He studied the screen and looked at it like it was just a dream. He looked terrified.
"They found out?!" Blaine screeched, as Santana yelled into the phone to get back Rachel's attention.
"WHO WAS THAT!?" Santana demanded, as Blaine held the phone up to his ear, and whispered in a husky, but incredibly teasing voice "Your future husband"
A wail was heard on the other end, as Blaine groaned, and got up, as Rachel cooed soft words into the phone, and wincing at the harmful and shitty homophobic words the reporter was saying. She didn't want to look back and see the look on Blaine's face. He was probably masking his pain with some limp smile.
"There's no way in hell I am going to marry that wailing bitch" Blaine said, walking out of the living room, before yelling back at Rachel "Off to go drown myself in the shower, be back in 10 minutes"
Santana kept on screaming and crying and cursing out the news reporters, until it was almost 7 o' clock and her voice was hoarse. Rachel even hung up on her, and went to go take a shower. There was no doubt in her mind that Santana would still be talking when she got back, and Rachel didn't feel upset with herself for doing so.
3 hours later and Rachel and Blaine, along with her mother and step-father, were sitting at the dining room table, eating in silence. Rachel tore apart pieces of her warm, soft bread sticks and reached over to dip them in milk, when she dropped the milk, the glass scattering on the table. Rachel looked at the glass with a blank expression, and waited.
In seconds, a stream of maids fled into the room, led by none other than Quinn Fabray. She whipped out a cloth, and started dapping at the milk, that was already starting to stink up the room. Blaine fought a gag. The dipping cloth was back in Quinn's slippery fingers, and she dropped the cloth, where it landed in Rachel's fried eggs, potatoes, and waffles. Rachel gagged.
"Holy crap! I'm sorry, Rac- Ma'am" Quinn corrected on time, knowing not to call Rachel by her name when she was with anyone other than their little group.
Rachel hated the fact that servants couldn't talk to them. And so, she made friends with Quinn, the maid who tended to Rachel, who wasn't much older than her. She also became friends with the men who cared for her and Blaine's horses Gold Star and Fergie. Rachel named her horse after her favorite things in the world; gold star stickers. And Blaine named his horse Fergie after Fergie.
The man who took care of Gold Star was named Finn. Rachel almost drooled at the thought of his name. Rachel was, inevitably, in love with Finn. Because of course, things always panned out like this. She, the princess, would fall in love with the stable boy, Finn. Except, of course, the other stable boy, Finn's brother, Kurt and Blaine were together. Only in their group.
The group. The Headquarters, where the Kings of all the Areas (Eastern Area ruled by King Oliver Anderson, Central Area ruled by King Julio Lopez, Mountain Area ruled by King Michael Pierce, and Pacific Area ruled by Mark Puckerman) had meetings, was where the "group" would hang out. Quinn, Finn, Kurt, Rachel, Blaine, Santana, Sam, and Brittany were all part of the group.
They basically did nothing in this group. They didn't rebel against anything. Except for HOMOPHOBIA. No one in America accepted gays anymore, thanks to the kings. And since Santana, Brittany, Kurt, and Blaine were all homosexuals, they rebelled against homophobia. But nothing like a war. They would not want another war in America. Unless they wanted to divide America even more. The kingdoms were named after the Time Zone that their castle resided in. The Kings all liked each other, but it was the people of America who disliked the people of the next kingdom. Huge irons gates blocking the other kingdoms were placed, to avoid war and destruction, and the Headquarters were in the middle of the country.
They talked in the groups. God, they could talk for hours. Santana and Kurt, the bitchiest people in their group would always end up screaming at each other, and at one point in their weekly meetings, Kurt would go outside and act like Fergie needed tending too, just to get away from Santana. Quinn was the stupidest, and ditsiest of the entire group. She was sweet, kind, and beautiful. But as dumb as a rock. Santana got in arguments over things with her, things that Quinn thought were right, that were obviously wrong. Brittany and Finn were the kindest of the group. They would never hurt a fly, and they always be there to lend a hand when someone was screaming and crying their eyes out. Rachel was the diva of the group. Although she didn't show it much, she would fight for what she thought was rightfully hers, like the crown for best voice, or most talkative person. Sam Evans was the cutest person in the group, as well as the youngest. The young 16 year old wasn't shy, and actually talked quite a bit, he was would always try to break up fights, and get everyone to get along, and everyone would laugh and pinch his cheeks. He gets a point for trying. Blaine was the most laid-back. There wasn't a way to really describe Blaine.
"I… it's fine, Quinn" Rachel said, as one of the older servants named Hannah took away her plate. Rachel starred at the disgusting smelling stain on her mint green dress, and Quinn dragged her upstairs to get her changed.
Rachel was sure her room was a mess, but when she came back to change, it was sparkly clean. Maybe she would never get the chance to learn how to do anything, if the maids did it all. Rachel quickly unzipped her dress, and threw it on the floor. Walking around her room wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties was extremely awkward, considering the huge windows, that were see-through on the outside, but not on the inside. She swore to herself that no one would see her practically naked. Except for Quinn.
Quinn smiled at Rachel and kept her eyes up. Along with being the dumbest person in the group, she was also the whore of the group. And she knew it would be creepy to look at her best friend's nipples, but she would be lying to herself if she hasn't thought about lesbian fantasies between her and Rachel.
Quinn grabbed a comb, and combed thoroughly through Rachel's silky brown hair, before tying it up with a hair tie. She then threw a nude colored bra towards Rachel's direction, and looked away as Rachel put it on.
"Rae, what do you wanna wear today?" Quinn asked, as Rachel replied almost immediately
"Sweatpants, and a tee shirt. I'm gonna just finish up my book, probably visit Finn, and if I can, fly over to Central" Rachel said, shrugging. Only the royal planes could pass above the iron gates, and Blaine's father had taught Rachel how to fly her own helicopter across the United States in under an hour.
"I heard about Banana. Sucks" Quinn says, placing a pair of gray sweatpants and a purple low cut v-shaped shirt on Rachel's bed. Rachel smiles. Quinn's nickname for Santana is Banana.
"You aren't like celebrating that Santana is the one that is screwed, and not you for the first time?" Rachel asked, as Quinn sighed
"She's my friend. Even though she's a dick." Quinn finally states as Rachel giggles, and puts on the clothing, and braids her hair like Katniss from the Hunger Games. Pulling some sneakers on, she walks out of her room, down 6 flights of stairs, picks up 3 apples; one for her, one for Finn, and one for Gold Star, and walks into the backyard, to the stable. She ignores the dozen "Good morning, Princess Rachel"
She should probably change her first name to Princess.
Rachel opened up the musty smelling door to the stable, and walks in, and smiles. Finn turns around at the sound of the squeaky door opening, and from the second he spots her, he wants to run to pick Rachel up in his arms. And that he does. He picks her up, and lets her wrap her legs around his waist, as he kisses her. The feeling on Finn's lips pressed against Rachel's is the best feeling in the world to her. She lets go, to kiss his forehead, and falls from his arms gracefully to her feet. She hands Finn an apple, and walks over to Gold Star. She smells like soap, and hay. She feeds Gold Star the apple, and wipes saliva on her sweatpants. And then she bites into hers, crisp and sweet. Finn and Rachel just stare at each other.
"You look cute today" Finn notes, as Rachel rolls her eyes playfully.
"Not exactly. I'm probably going to read, and then visit San… did you hear?"
Finn's jaw tightened, and he nodded
"Who DIDN'T see it? They keep playing this crap on the radio and TV over and over again" He exclaimed.
"You know that her dad is kill her, right? Or-"
"Force her to marry Blaine" Finn and Rachel said in unison. They stare at each other, until Rachel hugs him tightly.
Kurt walks in when Finn is palming Rachel's boobs from the inside of her shirt, and they're making out against the walls of the stable.
"HEY! Get a fucking room!" Kurt yells out, rolling his eyes. Finn and Rachel both push each other away slightly, and look at Kurt.
Kurt is covered in soapy water.
"And tell your brother that Fergie hates the new soap" He added, pulling his arm up to his face to wipe away soap. He ends up spreading more soap on his face.
Rachel kisses Finn goodbye and waves to Kurt. He doesn't wave back, but instead gives her a cold stare.