Chapter 1: Trouble In Paradise
Authors Note: This is a future AU fiction that contains discussion and acts of domestic discipline and adult consensual spanking. Rated M.
Faberry / Brittana
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Rachel Berry-Fabray had a problem with insecurity. Whenever she felt insecure about something she would overreact and all her most irritating diva tendencies would come rushing to the forefront.
Quinn Berry-Fabray knew this about her wife and did her best to support her and help rebuild her confidence levels but sometimes Rachel could be so fucking irritating.
Today was one of those days, and Quinn was at her wit's end with Rachel Barbra Berry-Fabray and her mood swings.
Quinn was directing the new Broadway show starring her wife and had insecurities of her own. She was much more familiar with the world of television but Rachel would not even consider doing the show if Quinn wasn't directing so the producers and backers gave in to her demands and offered the position to Quinn.
The show was brilliant, the smell of a hit was in the air and even during the initial read through of the script everyone was excited. The show had music and dancing, but it was a meaty dramatic role and that was a huge departure from Rachel's normal Broadway roles and it scared her. The role screamed Tony or complete abject humiliation and Rachel was beside herself and had been since rehearsals began.
"For God's sake, Quinn this staging is all wrong, how on Earth am I supposed to dance around this huge clunky set and be brilliant?" Rachel screamed as she walked to the front of the stage. She put her hand over her eyes to scout for Quinn in the darkened theater.
Quinn who was sitting back in the middle of the theater put her aching head into her hands and counted to 10. She knew she needed to count to 1,000 but Rachel was all ready to blow so she didn't have the time.
Standing up, she blew out a deep breath and got up to walk to the front to talk to Rachel, "This was the most ridiculous idea I have ever had, directing my own wife, let alone directing Rachel Berry!" she muttered under her breath in complete irritation. They had yet to get through one scene this morning.
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Brittany Pierce-Lopez stood offstage and watched the exchange sadly. She was the show's choreographer and lifelong friend of Quinn Berry-Fabray. She knew the toll Rachel's outbursts were taking on Quinn. She was afraid of the damage it could potentially inflict on their marriage.
Brittany whipped out her phone and texted her wife baby we need to talk 2nite bout Q.
NO! Came the immediate response from her wife.
Thx baby I knew ud help xoxo Brittany grinned and flipped her phone shut. She turned back to watch Quinn and Rachel arguing about everything except what was really bothering Rachel.
Across town, entertainment attorney, Santana Pierce-Lopez slammed her phone down on her desk and swore darkly, "Goddamn fucking shit, I warned Q; I told her this was the most insane idea she ever had since deciding to date the hobbit but NO, does anyone listen to me, of course not, now I am going to get sucked into this fucking black hole of a Broadway disaster!"
Outside her office her assistant, Christian, grinned broadly, "God, I love this job!" Sure everyone knew Santana Pierce-Lopez was a bitch and a pit-bull, it's what made her one the best entertainment lawyers on both coasts. She was fierce, fearless, brash, and brilliant yet she was incredibly loyal and generous with the people she cared about and Christian was one of those people. He was handsome, blonde, organized, charming and totally gay. He knew Santana almost as well as Brittany did and the two blondes conspired to keep Santana happy, healthy and whole. He loved both of them like sisters.
"What the fuck are you grinning at?" she growled as she stormed out of her office and hovered over his desk.
He reached into his drawer and pulled out two brown bags and handed one to his boss with a barely suppressed smirk, "I got an email from Brittany yesterday. She said if I didn't make sure you ate lunch she was gonna spank ME, not you! She said she is sick of you coming home super crabby, and that's a direct quote!"
Santana blushed slightly which was hard to do considering her tanned honey colored complexion, "Jesus Christ, give it over!" she said as she snatched the brown bagged lunch out of his hands, "I am not super crabby, and you repeat any of that to anyone on this planet and they will find pieces of you all over the island of Manhattan!"
Christian raised his eyebrows in mock terror and zipped his lips, "I just emailed her back that it wasn't my fault you were a cranky workaholic and a spanking sounded like fun!"
Santana huffed loudly, wheeled around on her designer heels, marched into her office and slammed her door. Leaning against the door she grumbled so no one could hear, "nothing fun about a Brittany spanking pal!" and sat down to eat her lunch before her 1pm meeting.
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Rachel was pacing her beautiful apartment berating herself over and over again. She was not a clueless person especially about herself and her flaws. It had taken her years to understand how her drive and perfectionism and tenacity had isolated her from everyone in high school. She had been spoiled rotten by her fathers and realized that too.
It had taken 2 years of therapy to get over most of her mother and abandonment issues.
It had taken 7 years of dating Quinn Fabray and 3 years of marriage to feel needed, loved, cherished and pretty.
She felt like she was destroying it all in months.
Rachel felt terrible about today, she had not meant to go off like that today but since rehearsals started she was living in a constant state of fear, she couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep and she was terrified that quite possibly she couldn't act. Singing she could do, that never abandoned her, she was secure at least in that but this role was so much more than that.
"If only I had someone to talk to about all this," she thought, "a mom, a girlfriend, someone!" Quinn had always been that someone she would confide everything in but now Quinn was her director and she was uncomfortable sharing her insecurities and fears. Not out of selfishness but rather concern for her wife. Rachel knew she had basically blackmailed Quinn into directing out of selfishness and fear, she certainly couldn't put anymore worry or stress on her beautiful blonde wife. Quinn had enough to deal with and Rachel knew the hazel eyed beauty she loved above all others felt the weight of the world on her shoulders as it was.
Rachel knew she could talk to her fathers, or Judy Fabray or even Kurt or Mercedes but they weren't in "the business" so they were limited in how much they could understand or help her.
She loved Brittany and trusted her and relied on her for support but the leggy blonde dancer and choreographer took everything in stride and would never understand Rachel's fears. She was also worried about losing her friendship or respect and she just could not risk that.
She was still mostly terrified of Santana so that was definitely out and Jesse St. James was just a male version of herself so no good could come of that, besides Quinn and Jesse still hated each other with a white hot ferocity since the egging incident in high school.
"I can do this, I can do this, I can do this." She repeated like a mantra as she paced her spacious living room. "Where is Quinn, she cannot still be at the theater!" Rachel grabbed her cell but quickly put it back down again. "I already looked crazy today; I don't need to look like I am stalking her on top of it!"
Patience was not one of Rachel's virtues and never would be this she knew. Admitting she was wrong was another major flaw. She had come home tonight with the thought of wining and dining her beautiful wife and then seducing her. "Surely 3 or 4 good orgasms would make Quinn forget about her irritation with me!" she had thought victoriously but Quinn had thwarted her plans by not coming home yet and Rachel would not be awake much longer.
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Santana laid sprawled facedown across her wife in their big California King Size bed. She was out of breath from their sexual exertions, "I really need to start making time to keep working out, I should not be this wore out!" She noticed Brittany was out of breath as she well. That made her feel slightly better about her physical condition. She was still a little uptight about her physical conditioning though, her radiant blue-eyed beauty danced all day, every day while Santana sat at her desk and in boardrooms.
"Well, I certainly haven't heard any complaints." She smirked aware as always her wife found her to be the hottest thing on two legs.
The strap on was still buried to the hilt in her ravishing wife and she thrust a little to signal she was getting ready for round 2. Brittany moaned deliciously and Santana felt the jolt of pleasure directly in her core. "Oh god baby, I cannot get enough of you!" she snarled as she grabbed the blonde hair in one hand, pulling it back and away as she bit down on that graceful swan neck.
When Brittany met her at the door wearing nothing but a naughty grin and swinging the strap on in one hand, Santana knew this thing with Rachel and Q was serious. She momentarily cursed the dancer in her head for knowing her as well as she did right before Santana started peeling off clothes and chasing her wife to the bedroom.
Fuck talking tonight, Hobbit and Q could wait till breakfast, spicy hot Brittany was on the dinner menu right now!
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Quinn let herself quietly into the apartment hoping and praying Rachel was asleep. She was in no mood for another screaming match. She had sent Rachel home to rest while she met with a nervous backer who had witnessed Rachel's outburst earlier.
Looking around Quinn saw the set table with candles and flowers and a note, "saved you dinner darling, it's in the microwave, sorry I couldn't wait up, please make sure you eat something! I love you!"
Quinn felt terrible about not coming straight home. She had stopped at Puck's bar and had a few drinks and a long talk with the selfish boy who had turned out to become a wonderful trustworthy man and friend to both her and Rachel. She always laughed about someone named Noah Puckerman owning a bar called Callahan's Last Crawl but Puck had adored the old craggy Irishman and refused to change the name.
"S was right Q and you knew it going in, this show is going to destroy your marriage!" he said as he wiped the counter behind the bar and washed a few dirty glasses. Business was a little slow on a Tuesday night except for a few barfly's and regulars. "You want a burger or something, I can throw one down?" She shook her head no.
"What was I supposed to do Puck? This is the role of a lifetime and she wouldn't take it without me directing. It is not going to destroy anything! Rachel and I won't let it!" she said firmly, looking everywhere but at Puck.
"Who are you trying to convince, me or you?" he said gently as she finally turned sad hazel eyes to look right at him. "I'm just saying, Q, don't let her walk all over you, you have to be the director not the little woman!"
"I am nobody's little woman, asshole!" she shook her head in exasperation, "and I know all that, but why don't you tell me how to stop a Rachel Berry diva rant in midstream, smartass and all my problem's will be solved!"
He chuckled fondly, "well you got me there Quinnie!"
She just glared at him, "DO NOT call me that!"
He laughed outright, "Go home to your wife Quinn; knowing Rachel she is feeling all kinds of guilty about today." He stated knowingly.
"Great, now you're bossing me around too!" she snapped peevishly but threw him a wink as she headed out the door.
She stopped musing and grabbed her plate out of the microwave and took a few bites of dinner. She wasn't really hungry but knew Rachel would ask her in the morning if she ate anything and she really didn't want to lie.
She stood in the kitchen and realized she would have to do something to get Rachel to calm down and behave herself but had no idea what that something was. No one had ever been able to tame Rachel Barbra Berry-Fabray, herself included. It was what made her a star and a first class Diva. Quinn didn't want to change Rachel; not really, she just wanted a little respect at work.
She leaned against the counter in despair, something had to give but she would be damned if it was going to be her marriage.
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