A/N: I got bored and after reading I Own You and Avenging Angel decided I wanted to take a shot at D/s Fapezberry.
That being said this is a rewrite of sorts of AA (A story I greatly recommend reading) but will be much smuttier, and probably not as good :P
I always welcome reviews but before you say anything I do have permission from AA's author and I am wholly aware of my lack of originality when writing smut. Either way I hope you all like it!
Sectionals last weekend had been awesome. They had been set up, their set list leaked at the last minute and all eyes swung accusingly to her. Almost.
She took a deep breath as she felt fingers intertwine with hers and give a reassuring squeeze.
At least Quinn has my back.
She thought, drawing strength from her girlfriend's quiet support.
"Believe what you want, but no one is forcing me to be here, and if you tell anyone I said this I will deny it…but, I like being in glee club. It's the best part of my day." She looked around the room, taking comfort in Quinn's small smile of support. The rest of the club didn't seem quite so quick to believe her.
Then it happened.
"I believe you."
Three words. With those three words, she fell a little more, and judging by the tightening grip on her hand, she knew Quinn did too. They had been crushing on Rachel since freshman year. They had been together for a few months, after having bonded over realising they shared the same special anatomy. It had been rocky, at first; their shared need for dominance, and uncompromising stubbornness led to more than a few spats, but all that changed when they first met Rachel Berry.
The girl gave off an aura that made both HBICs just want to hold her and take care of her. Unfortunately, she was placed at the bottom at the social pyramid, while they had just succeeded in fighting, clawing, and working their way to the top. They were scared, so they hid their feelings, for each other outside the privacy of their bedrooms, and for the tiny diva with name calling, slushies, and snarky comments.
They didn't want to like her, it made everything more complicated. They both knew they loved each other more than anyone else, but the brunette had a way of getting past their walls in a way they couldn't for each other. Then they joined Glee Club because Quinn was worried about Finn getting a little too friendly with their diva, and if they couldn't have her, no one else could either. Especially the Lima-losers that crowded the halls of McKinley High.
The first time she heard Rachel sing while they were spying with Coach Sylvester, she was blown away. She had never heard anything like it. The diva was insanely good and every word coming out of her mouth took Santana's breath away. This puny, poorly dressed, loud, obnoxious, and stunningly beautiful girl, had a voice angels could only dream about and she started to really fall. One look at Quinn, and the tears in her eyes said that Santana's girlfriend felt the same way.
They joined Glee Club and the more time they spent around the girl the more they fell. Then those three words:
"I believe you."
And she was a goner. No one had ever believed in her so quickly before especially when there was a mountain of evidence indicating they shouldn't.
Quinn was in the same boat. She couldn't wrap her head around how someone could trust Santana so easily. Sure she believed her girlfriend too, but that was partly because San had come to her fuming when Coach Sylvester had asked her to steal the set list. She also knew that the Latina's tendency to lash out and attack anyone who got close didn't exactly make for the most trustworthy person.
Santana had shared her past with the blonde once before. Her father had left when she was six and her mother was never around. The woman was a doctor, always working, and when she wasn't, she was closed up in her room or the study. She never spoke more than a few words to her, and she frequently made a point to remind her that she thought she was nothing more than a freak in her eyes because of the extra appendage. She put money in an account for Santana to buy clothes and food, and when she was fifteen, her mother released the trust fund her father had left for her into it and told her she didn't care what the dark-haired girl did with it.
It was all because her mother blamed her for her father leaving. Santana had come home from school one day and found the note he had left, claiming he didn't want to be a family man anymore and couldn't handle the responsibility. Her mother blamed it on Santana's condition, and rarely spoke to her, never looking her in the eyes.
So, for this tiny diva, always so full of life and energy, a girl that they had bullied and never said a kind word to, to stand there and say she believed her, Quinn could only guess how happy it made her girlfriend.
They watched the diva stare at them before blushing and looking down, her unconscious submission stirring something within them.
That night they swore to be nicer to Rachel and try to protect her from now on. If someone could be that kind and stand up for her girlfriend the way Rachel had, they deserved their protection and loyalty.
Quinn was standing by her locker waiting for class to start, listening to Santana and Brittany talk when it happened.
*(OoO)*
She walked down the hall fresh off her first Sectionals win, head held high, on top of the world. They had their set list stolen and had come up with another on the fly and still they won. Today would be a new day, she would finally be respected by her fellow students for her talent. She had rounded the corner and was nearly at her locker when the icy cold slap to the face told her, well, maybe not.
She wiped off her eyes or red slushy. She hated cherry; it tasted awful and stained the worst. She opened her eyes and was met with half the football team holding extra-large cups filled with a veritable rainbow of frozen concoction.
"Hey loser, congrats on the Sectionals win. Too bad trophy or no trophy, you're always gonna be nothing."
They then proceeded to unleash an icy rain of glucose and food colouring before walking away high-fiving and laughing while the student population gathering did the same. She continued on to her locker to retrieve her slushy kit and went on to the bathroom at the far end of the corridor knowing it was one of two never used and she could clean up in privacy.
She went in to the bathroom, set up her kit and began to rinse the slushy from her hair. She didn't hear the bathroom door open, or the lock turn as someone entered.
*(OoO)*
Santana was livid. She and Quinn didn't see it coming fast enough to stop it from happening. She was too far away. As Rachel went to her locker Santana was flying after the football players, Quinn and Brittany hot on her heels. As she rounded the corner she grabbed the jock that slushied Rachel first, swung him around and kicked him in the groin. He squealed and fell to the ground.
Looming over him, the students in the hall in a state of shock as they watched, she spoke to him in an even voice filled with rage. She felt Quinn squeeze her shoulder before glaring at the rest of the student body, silently letting it be known that she fully supported whatever her girlfriend was about to say.
"Let me make something perfectly clear. You will not slushy Rachel Berry ever again. You will leave her completely alone and never say another damn insult to her again. Comprende?" she was shaking with rage. The football player was truly frightened and simply nodded his head in agreement. She stood and turned on her heel to find which of the two bathrooms that she knew Rachel used when she needed to change, while Quinn raised her voice to address the rest of the students in the hall.
"That goes for all of you." The blonde's cold rage seemed to lower the temperature of the hall by several degrees, "If anyone so much as breathes on her funny, you will wind up wishing for slushy attacks on a daily basis. We will personally see to it that you spend every day of your sorry existence in this school in a living hell. Spread the word."
She then turned and followed her girlfriend towards the bathrooms, allowing herself a small smirk at the power she had over the student body. Santana was the enforcer and everyone with half a brain cell feared her, but she was Head Cheerio and Queen of the school. They would listen.
She found Santana as she exited the first bathroom, shaking her head slightly to tell her it was empty. Together they went into the next, while Brittany stood guard. As they entered the bathroom, what they found made their hearts stop as Santana and Quinn felt their blood boil and run cold respectively.