A/N: This story was inspired by a friend of mine's story, You're Mine, by Gleehipster. All the credit for inspiring me to write a master/slave story goes to her. It's a similar setting, but will be approached very differently, and obviously with a much different plot. Also, her story rules, so you all should read it.

Warning: This is going to get quite dark in some chapters. It involves various forms of abuse, both physical and sexual. I will warn you all when I feel it's necessary.

Thanks to my amazing friend and beta Jess for taking on this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters.


"Lopez, forget something?"

Santana turned her head to Puck who tossed over her car keys. She raised her arm and caught them with ease. "Thanks Puck."

"Shotgun!" Came soft, sweet voice from behind them.

Before Puck knew it, the beautiful blonde was skipping past him and plopped herself into the front seat. "What the fuck? How come I always get the backseat?"

"Oh, you don't like it? Could'a fooled me, you spend most of your time back there." Quinn spat from the front, sarcasm dripping from her words. Santana threw her head back with laughter as she turned on the car and Puck leaned back and crossed his arms, grumbling in defeat. A minute later they began their long drive into the city to celebrate Santana's 21st birthday.

Santana Lopez was the heiress of a very rich empire her great-grandfather built from the ground up. It began as honest work, but as the generations went by, the businesses became more of the black-market type, dipping their fingers into a lot of illegal trades and deals of various sorts. It made three times the money, but made three times the enemies. Noah [Puck] Puckerman and Quinn Fabray were children of two of Mr. Lopez's best businessmen and closest friends. While they did not hold the same political power as the Lopez family, they were certainly wealthy enough to hold some degree of status.

The three had been best friends since they were young. Santana was always the ring leader of the group, bossing the other two around, mimicking her father's need to maintain authority amongst anyone and everyone. Puck was a little terror child, always getting into trouble. Having two girls as best friends made him feel the need to prove himself one way or another, so he never backed down from a dare and was constantly trying to be "brave". Santana, being as smart as a whip since she could talk, took advantage of this and often told Puck that being "brave" required him to let the air out of someones tires or steal someones wallet. He even swallowed a thumb tack once, and he's pretty sure it's still in there. Basically, she was able to convince him to do whatever she wanted, including the dirty work. Quinn, on the other hand, was a rather quiet child. She wasn't naturally very mean, but her parents taught her how to wrap just about anyone around her finger and milk them for all its worth. She had a gentle soul, however it could turn to ice in a second if you crossed her. But for the most part, she was the most level-headed of the three, and had to remind the other two on a regular basis how stupid their ideas and decisions were.

Santana and Puck often fought for dominance, but just like when they were kids, Santana would always outsmart Puck. This frustrated him to no degree and Santana enjoyed every minute of it. Nonetheless, they were all loyal to each other no matter what. Even when they found out about Santana's "something extra", they remained by her side.

Santana pursed her lips as she recalled the memory.

It was Puck's 12th birthday party when he invited the girls over to swim in the brand new pool his parents installed in the backyard of the Puckerman mansion as a present. Santana came in swim trunks and a t-shirt, since wearing a girl's bikini was just out of the question. Quinn dove in the pool first and swam around with poise. Santana had never swam in front of anyone but her parents before, and she was scared that her friends might realize something wasn't quite right. She stood at the edge of the pool in thought, pretty unsure of what to do.

"Well?" Quinn said, eyeing Santana with her hand trying to block the sun. "What are you waiting for?"

"Uh…I…well…" Santana stumbled over her words, trying to come up with a believable excuse not to swim.

"She's a pussy! She probably doesn't even know how to swim." Puck teased, walking out from the sliding glass doors from his kitchen.

"Do to! I just don't wanna." She knew her retort wasn't going to satisfy them, but it was all she could come up with.

Quinn stared at her for another minute and cocked her head to the side. "Why are you wearing boys swim shorts?"

Santana felt her face burn at the question. She didn't exactly see it coming. She was searching for a good excuse, when at that moment, Puck ran at her from behind to jump in the pool, skillfully pants-ing her in the process. The swim trunks fell around her ankles, leaving Santana completely exposed. Quinn's eyes went wide as she covered her mouth in disbelief and when Puck emerged from underwater, he stood next to Quinn with his mouth agape. All Santana could think of to do was cover her package with her hands.

Puck pointed slowly at her. "Was that…."

Quinn nodded slowly as if to answer for her. Santana then reached down and quickly pulled her shorts back up.

"I thought you were a girl?" He asked, finally snapping out of his shock.

"I AM a girl! It's just…I just…" Santana didn't know what to say. She knew her friends must hate her now. She was strange…different than everyone else. Santana sat down in defeat and put her head in her hands. Tears started streaming down her face from frustration and anger. Why did she have to be different?

Quinn, finally coming to her senses, jumped out of the pool and scurried to her friend's side, sat down and put her arm around a helpless Santana. "Shhh it's okay, S. Don't cry. There's nothing wrong with you." Quinn had always been more mature than her age.

Santana looked up at this in disbelief. "Don't lie, Quinn. I'm weird and gross."

Quinn smiled and shook her head. "No you're not. I think you're beautiful." Her tone was warm and genuine.

Tears stopped and brown eyes became hopeful. "Really? So…you're still my friend?"

"Well, duh." The girls sat there for a few moments. Santana had relaxed considerably, and Quinn was absorbing the news. "So…do you like girls or boys?"

The sudden question baffled Santana. Sure, she'd thought about it before, but she wasn't expecting to actually talk about it. "Uh…I don't know…"

"Well, if you had to kiss me or Noah, who would you choose?"

Santana made a disgusted face at both ideas. Quinn was like her sister, and even though she was pretty, that would just be weird. And Puck was just…gross. But she knew this question was purely for research purposes. "Well, I mean if I had to…then I choose you, I guess."

"Why?"

Santana thought carefully before she continued. "Um, well, you're pretty, and you smell good. And Puck's gross. He's just…"

"A boy," Quinn answered.

"Yeah."

Quinn smiled. "Alright then, so you like girls." Santana just shrugged in agreement.

Puck busted out laughing a few yards away, still standing in the pool. "So you have a wiener AND you like chicks? Holy shit San, that's just perfect. What next? Tighty-whitey shopping?" He tried not to fall over as he clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably. Santana began fuming at his stupid comment and within seconds, she got up and dove head first at him, tackling him under water.

Not much changed as they grew, except that Quinn got hotter (yet at the same time colder), Puck got sleazier, and Santana got angrier. Different habits developed in each one. Quinn was still warm and loving with the people she cared for, but learned how to be cold, unforgiving, and downright heartless to the people she didn't. All Puck thought about every minute of his life was sex, and that combined with power taught him that he could take it whenever he wanted…consensual or not. Santana's father was home less and less, and in turn she became more and more bitter, developing severe anger problems and mood swings. She learned to do whatever it took to get what she wanted, even if that meant using aggressive threats and physical force. Luckily though, she had Puck and Quinn, whom she knew she could confide in regardless.


When the trio arrived in the city, they parked the car and continued their journey on foot. Santana's 21st birthday was relatively meaningless, so they didn't have much planned. The best part about it was that Santana made the night a driver and bodyguard free night; she rarely got complete freedom from her estate's protection. They decided on hitting the casino first. Quinn and Santana weren't all that into gambling, so they didn't stay too long. Puck and Santana sat at a card table and played a few hands while Quinn stood behind them and watched. After several hands, Santana and Quinn were ready to leave and all but literally dragged Puck out before he got too crazy.

They left the casino and thought about their next move. "How about we buy you a dance?" Puck suggested with that nasty smirk on his face. Santana laughed and high-fived him while Quinn just rolled her eyes playfully and followed the two to a high end strip club.

The three sat in a booth admiring the topless girls doing their routines on the poles around the stage. The room was fairly dark, mostly lit by blue lighting around the stage and some on the ceiling. Santana liked this place because it was filled with mostly very rich businessmen instead of your every day working class sleaze ball who spent more time hitting on her then watching the strippers. And though the businessmen weren't really any less disgusting and she awkwardly recognized half of them, it was still fairly mellow and most of all, discreet.

"Hey, weren't you supposed to get yourself a hot, two-legged toy while we were in town?" Puck asked with a grin, nudging Santana.

"Yeah, we'll pop over to the trade when we're finished here, see if they have anything that doesn't look completely damaged. It's right next to this building anyway."

They spent the next couple hours buying drinks and dances from several different women. Eventually Puck got distracted trying to charm some stripper by the stage, leaving the girls to themselves.

Santana stood. "I'm going out for a smoke. Coming?"

Quinn nodded and followed her out the front door. They walked a couple feet to stand by the corner of the building. Santana pulled her carton of cigarettes and lighter out from her leather jacket pocket and popped one in her mouth, lighting it, then offered one to Quinn and lit hers too.

Quinn blew smoke towards the night sky. "So do you know what you want to buy?"

Santana mimicked Quinn's actions and shook her head. "Not really. I've been there a few times the past couple of months and there wasn't really anything good. Schuester keeps promising me he'll have something good for me but I've yet to see it. Didn't you just get a new girl?"

"Yeah, my parents bought her for me a few weeks ago. Rachel is her name."

"She any good?" Santana smirked.

"Don't know yet."

"What? Why the hell not?"

Quinn shrugged. She didn't really want to answer the question. Santana would never let it go if she found out that she was getting emotionally attached to her personal slave.

Suddenly the girls heard a heavy door slam around the corner accompanied by muffled screams. The sound of shuffling indicated a struggle, which piqued Santana's interest. The girls leaned around the corner to investigate a little further. Santana saw a large man whom she immediately recognized has Hugo Kelly, a long time enemy of her family and an all-around assbag. He was struggling with a tall, blonde girl who's arms were bound behind her back and tape across her mouth. She watched as Hugo yelled at Schuester through the door about selling him a disobedient girl and he wanted to return her, but he quickly gave up. Santana examined the girl from afar. She was the most beautiful girl she had ever laid eyes on. She was dirty and malnourished, but beautiful nonetheless. Hugo struck the girl several times, trying to get her to stop thrashing about. Tears were streaming down the girl's face as he finally picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her in the opposite direction. Crying, the girl looked up and brown eyes locked with blue. There was something about those eyes that seemed...familiar? No, that's crazy. She couldn't have seen this girl before, right? She shook the thought. Regardless, the girl was intriguing. It was then that Santana acted on impulse. She didn't know why, but an overwhelming feeling rushed over her and she wanted that girl for herself. She was going to have her.

Santana threw down her cigarette and marched towards Hugo and the girl, fists clenched. Quinn's eyes went wide and she ran back inside the strip club.

"PUCK!"

Puck knew that tone. His smirk fell and he rushed out the door with Quinn and ran out to the scene.

"Hugo!" Santana shouted, catching the man off guard. He dropped the girl and held her firmly by the arm as he turned to face Santana.

"Well well, if it isn't the Lopez girl. How can I help you this evening?" He said with fake tone and a smirk that made Santana's stomach churn.

"I want the girl." She demanded as she heard her friend's jogging steps reach her ready to back her up.

Hugo laughed. "What, this girl? No no, she's mine. I'm about to take her home and show her what punishment is all about." His voice made everyone's skin crawl.

The bound blonde's eyes went wide and fresh tears pooled at the brims. Santana briefly glanced at her and back to the ogre standing before her. The girl looked even more familiar up close.

"How much for her?"

"Maybe you didn't hear me, Lopez. The girl is mine." His tone became all too serious and his grip tightened on the girls arm, causing the blonde to wince.

Quinn reached out and tugged on Santana's jacket. "San, come on, it's not worth it. Please."

Santana didn't even bother to spare a glance at her friend as she smacked her arm away. She stepped closer to Hugo, venom spitting from every word. "Listen you over-sized rotten pig, give me the girl or I'll slice one of your balls off and send it back to you in the mail. You should know by now that it's not in your best interest to fuck with a Lopez." She waited for a reaction from him.

A moment went by and he smiled, reaching into his pocket. "Is that so?" Santana heard the *chink* of what she immediately recognized as a switch blade. As soon as Hugo flung his hand out and slashed at the brunette, she turned her body to the side to protect herself. The blade made a clean, diagonal cut across her upper arm and she yelped. Puck had a grip on his own weapon in anticipation for something like this, and threw himself towards the large man, whipping out his .38 revolver and thrusting it to Hugo's temple.

"You wanna play, big guy?" Puck growled. Hugo froze, dropping the knife and releasing the girl, slowly raising his hands in defeat.

The blonde slave, who'd watched this entire exchange in fear and confusion, saw this as the perfect opportunity to escape. She turned on her heel and sprinted down the alley, trying to ignore the pain shooting up into her bare feet from rocks and glass.

Santana noticed it immediately. "Quinn!" She shouted as she gripped the cut on her arm.

Quinn took off down the alley, gaining on the girl without much of a problem. The slave was just too tired and weak to make this escape; clearly she hadn't thought it through. Tears started flowing as she stumbled, knowing this chase was up for her. Within seconds Quinn grabbed the girl and through her up against the brick wall of the building. She'd seen the blonde slave put up quite the struggle earlier and prepared herself for the same, but was surprised when all the girl did was cry harder, sliding down the brick wall into a sitting position. Quinn stood in front of her, momentarily feeling bad for the poor girl. She'd probably had it pretty rough with Hugo. She shook her thoughts, remembering what she was there to do. She grabbed the girl by the arm, making sure it was the opposite arm that Hugo gripped earlier since it was clearly bruised, and pulled her up. The slave allowed herself to be dragged towards the group since it looked like she would be going home with the scary, yet beautiful raven-haired leader. How bad could her new owner possibly be?

The girls walked up as Puck kicked the back of Hugo's legs, dropping him to his knees.

"Fuck with us again and you'll be tasting fucking lead." Puck took his gun and smashed it against the man's head, knocking him out. He then turned towards Santana to inspect her wound. The wound was deep, but it hadn't cut anything dangerous. Puck quickly took off his button up shirt and ripped the bottom of it, creating a make-shift wrap. Santana hissed as he tightly wrapped her arm to stop the bleeding.

"Well it's your own damn fault Santana. You fucking better hope your new property is worth it."

Normally Santana would retort, but she wasn't even sure if it was worth it. Something drew her to the blonde, yes, but to royally piss off one of her family's biggest enemies to get her? She was really beginning to regret her decision. She prayed it wouldn't come back to bite her in the ass.