I do not own Glee or any of the original characters. It all belongs to Fox and RIB. Any characters you do not recognise are my own creations.
Extremely AU. Greys and Glee crossover. Calzona, Brittana, Faberry. Rated M.
Warnings: Sexual scenes. Light BDSM, ageplay, DD...little bit of everything.
I know people are going to complain about me starting another story, but I decided I wanted to get this posted as I've had this idea for quite a while.
R&R please.
Chapter 1
Santana can't quite believe what she is seeing. This can't be right. There's no way it's right. The open envelope lays on her bed, its contents scattered around on top of the comforter. The envelope had arrived an hour ago, bringing an important message from her mistress. A well known lady from the online BDSM blogs. The orders inside the envelope, along with the plane ticket, instils nerves deep into her soul. Excitement rushes through her veins, but she still can't quite believe it. Paris. Her mistress wants her to go to Paris. Yep, Paris! Santana had known that her mysterious mistress had homes all over the world, but Santana had only ever been to her LA and New York homes. This time, not only is she going to Paris, but she is being rewarded for completing her training.
"That's one hell of a gift," Santana mutters to herself as she opens the accompanying note, her eyes bugging out of her head as she reads it. She feels almost giddy with excitement, and can't wait to go. Paris with her mistress, and her mistress' friends. Studying the ticket, Santana notes that she will arrive in Paris one week before her twenty second birthday and she grins. Her mistress had completely thought this out.
My dearest Santana,
I hope this package reaches you in time. It is time for you to join us on a more permanent basis. You may notice that you will be taking three flights to reach me instead of the required two that most people would aim to take. This has been planned not to save money, but to ensure you and our other other guests arrive together. You will meet two other submissives when you arrive in New York, and one more in London. I hope the four of you take the opportunity to get to know each other as you will be spending a lot of time with each other.
Ensure you are at the airport with time to spare. I will be most unimpressed if you miss your flight.
See you soon.
All my love, Mistress A.
Santana's pulse quickens as she reads the note for the second time, a shiver running down her spine as she makes a mental note to be at LAX three hours early if necessary. She had known this day would come, but it has arrived much quicker than she expected. Her mistress and her wife must be impressed with her progress. Santana glances at the clock and realises she is late for work. She smiles. Finally, she gets to leave the job she hates so much.
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Santana takes a step back and folds her arms across her chest, a deep frown settling on her features as she stares at her suitcase. There's no way it's going to close, but she really doesn't want to take anything out. She knows her mistress will buy her new clothes, but Santana would still prefer to arrive with as much as her own clothes as possible. She sighs, checking her watch. She has thirty minutes until she absolutely has to leave. So much for being early. Carl, the driver her mistress always uses while in LA, has been sitting in her kitchen for close to an hour and Santana hopes this doesn't get back to her mistress. Her lack of organisational skills have gotten Santana into trouble many times in the past.
"Are you gonna eat this cake?" Santana smiles fondly when she hears Carl's booming voice.
"Have at it, Carl!" Santana looks back down at her overflowing suitcase and sighs. No matter the destination, packing sucks. She steps forward and pulls out a couple pairs of jeans and dumps them on the floor, a pout on her lips. She sighs again. What is she doing? She's going to the fashion capital of the world, and she's worrying about a few pairs of old jeans? Santana throws the discarded jeans another glance before she slams her case closed, zipping it with determination. Santana pulls the case onto its wheels and pulls it out of her bedroom, finding Carl in front of her tv with some cake. The man looks up, surprised to see that Santana is ready, and stands up. "Don't worry," Santana waves him off when he goes to take the plate to the kitchen. "My roommate will take care of it."
"Alright, miss Lopez," Carl smiles, placing the plate on the coffee table. "Although, I shouldn't be encouraging lazy behaviour. Ms Robbins wouldn't like that."
"I'll remember to be less lazy in future," Santana smirks. Carl gives her an approving nod, and takes her suitcase.
"I'll wait in the car, miss Lopez. It's best to leave now in case we hit some traffic," Carl states. Santana nods,
"I'll be right there."
"Yes, ma'am." Santana watches him leave her apartment and smiles softly. She looks around at the apartment that she had called home for the last eighteen months. She loves this apartment. Sure, she hates her roommate, but Santana is definitely going to miss this apartment. Santana wonders what these other girls will be like, the girls she'll be joining in Paris, and she hopes she'll get along with them. Her mistress wouldn't be at all happy with Santana if she spent all of her time fighting with the others. A shiver runs down her spine as she thinks about seeing her mistress again, and thinks about how her life will be from now on.
"Finally," Santana murmurs to herself. Finally, she gets to join her.
To be continued... Just a teaser chapter to start things off. I'm looking forward to this one.
