AN: So, this is being updated because I actually receieved a PM asking me if I was going to update. (: That was what sort of got me writing. Anyways, horrible editing done by myself- OH, and I bumped this up to a T rating because I didn't realize it was K or K+.
Thanks to: darkandtwisty22, Fate-187, KW Jordan, EAnIL, Lcrazemag, and the anonymous/lazy, faberrydragon. Your lovely reviews make me smile and realize things and I am extremely thankful for your suggestions. Also, to the many people who have put this story on their favorites/storyalerts. Thanks, guys.
Any other suggestions are most definitely welcome, and I'll mostly likely use them in later chapters.
Writing about Master/Slave or Dom/Sub relationships are tricky, yes? So, instead, I'm creating this whole new world that has some things that are akin to it. By that, I mean, take all the knowledge you know about them, or read about them, or anything like that, and toss them out the door for this fic, if you can.
There are quite a few things that may not make sense, and I'm not good at continuity. However, I am a bit better at it than Glee seems to be, at times. Please, feel free to point out any sentences that don't make sense or completely horrible spelling errors. /longauthornote.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warnings: Just some 'bad' words, in this chapter.
We pull up in the driveway of Noah's house when the sun is just about to set. She cuts the engine before turning in her seat to properly face me.
"Remember what I said."
I nod and watch as she turns and gets out of the car before coming around to my side and opening the door.
Once I'm outside, I can hear the steady thumping of bass that is faintly coming from his house. Quietly, I walk a few steps behind her and stop when we get to the door. She knocks and Noah answers a few seconds later.
"'bout time you showed up." He grins, gesturing for us to come in.
She steps to the side to let me go inside first, before following close behind. When I stop, I feel her body press into mine before she starts tugging at my coat. Sliding it off, I hand it to her outstretched hand before peeking around the corner where the music seems to be coming from.
She snaps and, before I can fully process what I'm seeing, I'm standing directly behind her again.
Noah eyes us, smiling faintly before saying "I guess it does make sense."
"Is he here?" she demands, her tone almost makes me tense up until I remind myself that she's talking to Noah.
"Yeah," Noah says before motioning for us to follow him farther into the house.
It's not much, which she had known it would be. The entire Glee club is here, sitting on the various pieces of furniture and talking loudly to hear each other over the music. I tense up when she leads us past where Finn, Santana, and Brittany are sitting and relax a little when she bypasses them and chooses to sit in the vacant chair beside Kurt and Tina. I smile at them when they turn to greet us before moving to sit down at her feet.
I stop when she snaps her fingers and look up at her.
"Up."
I straighten up before she slides over to give me room with her on the chair and patting the space next to her.
Shyly, I reach up and tuck a stray hair behind my ear before sitting down next to her.
"Looks like you guys are figuring things out already." Tina smiles, "It took me and Mike much longer to even begin figuring things out."
I smile before looking at her. She nods and I start talking non-stop to the two of them until she stands up and says she'll be right back.
"So, how is everything with Quinn?" Kurt leans forward in his seat, his face smiling knowingly.
"Everything is going pretty, well," I glance over at her across the room. "amazingly. We had a few rough patches in the beginning, but, I've been trying to just make everything work these past couple weeks. We sat down and got our rules figured out, and now, we're just trying to get used to living together."
"That's probably the hardest thing," Tina says, nodding knowingly. "When Mike and I were marked, I had to quit eating peanut butter, and I'm pretty sure I almost died."
We laughed, before we heard the music being turned down and Noah started talking.
"Now that all of you are here at my del taco, we need to figure out what we're going to do about the whole Jesse St. Jerk problem."
I can feel everyone's eyes glance at me before turning back to Noah. Dropping my gaze to my hands, I can feel tears start to burn behind my eyes. She's there before I even realized it; kneeling down and reaching for my hands. Everyone's attention is fixed on Noah, who is now saying that we should all head over to check out the competition. I'm not paying attention as the conversation continues on to outbursts over 'spying' and 'cheating'.
She pulls me up and turns me before sitting me down on the arm of the chair, facing away from everyone.
"Hey," She says, tugging slightly on my hands to get my attention. "No crying, please?"
I nod and take a few deep breaths until she tugs at my hands again.
"Look at me."
I drag my eyes up to meet hers before she reaches up to rest her hand on the side of my neck.
"Nobody hurts what's mine." She says, waiting for me to nod.
"C'mon."
When she and I stand, I notice that everyone is starting to make their way towards the front door and hear Kurt mumbling something about 'Dalton'. Noah holds the front door open and calling out above the mumbling.
"Kurt and Santana's rides are going to Dalton," He shoves Sam when Sam says something when he passes Noah. "Finn and Mike's rides are going to see Vocal Adrenaline."
"Follow Brittany." She says, pushing me lightly towards the open door. I walk outside and move to follow Brittany until I hear the faint sound of a vase shattering into a thousand pieces from inside the house.
"What the hell, Quinn! My mom's going to flip a shit when she sees that." Noah's voice is angry and I don't get a chance to hear her reply because I'm being pulled along by the arm by Brittany.
"Quinn said you're riding with us, Rachel." She grins, opening the back door for me to slide inside next to Sam. He smiles genuinely at me until we hear Santana opening the driver side door and her angry voice speaking swiftly in Spanish.
"I no say pa." Brittany says to the fuming brunette. Thankfully, Santana stopped her ranting before looking at the blonde who was buckling her seat belt in the passenger seat.
"What?"
"I no say pa, San. It's French."
"I think it's 'Je ne sais pas', Brittany." I offer, wondering where the girl could have even picked up that word.
"That's what I said. I no say pa."
"Je ne sais pas, love." Santana shakes her head before turning on the car.
"Yeah, Gee-no-pa-day."
"Je ne sais pas." Sam offers, "Je ne sais pas."
"That's what I'm saying." Brittany is frowning now, looking over at Santana and glancing back at me. "Nay-say-de-pay."
"No, repeat after me," Sam says, scooting forward in his seat to talk to Brittany.
I suddenly notice through the front window that she is arguing on the doorsteps of Noah's house with Noah.
When he steps towards her, I'm quickly opening up the car door and slamming it shut before making my way towards her.
She must have heard the slamming the door because she turns to face me when I'm half way up the lawn.
"Stay."
It's a command and her tone is sharp- I come to a sudden stop and bit my lip when she turns back around.
I bounce on the balls of my feet, wondering if I should go forward or stay.
"Just make sure you don't even think about doing it again."
"It was an accident, Q."
"I don't care. Accident or not, think before you say something in front of me. Got it, Puckerman?"
He rolls his eyes before shutting the front door and brushing past her and towards Mike's mom's car.
When she finally gets to my side, I notice that I'm shaking slightly. She grabs my shoulders and turns me to face her.
"I'm here, okay?"
I nod, breathing deeply.
"C'mon."
I follow her, she leads me to Santana's car and opens the door for me. I slid in until I'm sitting in the middle between her and Sam. She snaps her fingers and tugs on my arm until I'm sitting in her lap. She pulls my head down, resting it on her chest before answering Santana's questions.
Listening to the sounds in her chest when she speaks manages to calm me down. I'm ready to fall asleep until I feel the car start to slow down and turn. Lifting my head up, I look through the front window and we're pulling into a nearly full parking in front of a rather large, old-looking building. Santana pulls into a parking spot before cutting the engine.
"Where'd they park?"
"I think that's them over there." Brittany points to the people walking towards them.
I feel her begin to slide me off her lap and whimper before she shushes me.
"One way to find out. Let's go."
We all clamber out of the car into the cool air.
"There you guys are." Kurt says, quickly walking over and leading the group. "I think their performance just started, so we'll need to sneak in."
Following her, we end up walking the well-lit hallways of the building until we hear the faint sound of music and singing.
Stopping in a doorway, Kurt and Brittany peak through the doors before motioning for us to go inside; it's a large auditorium, with a majority of the seats already filled. On the stage, there's a group of well-dressed people dancing and singing. I watch in slight awe as they move in perfect harmony. I tear my gaze away when I hear a faint snap to my left.
"Holy Mary." Kurt whispers as he sits down on my right.
"Thank you all for coming out tonight, ladies and gentlemen. We'd like to finish this performance with one of our favorite songs. We hope to see you all at Sectionals next month!" the teenage boy stands in the middle of the stage, addressing the audience before dashing off stage right.
He's short, I notice, but he has the lead in a majority of the songs; and it's easy to see why, considering his voice is almost as great as mine.
They sing a song that I've never heard of, it's fast and their dance moves are even more in sync than the previous songs.
When they finish, we all stand and watch as the crowd gives them a standing ovation before the stage lights dim and the lights come on. Everyone's bustling out past us until we finally make our way out to the lobby outside.
I'm following Kurt and get slightly over-whelmed as we get surrounded by people simply standing in the foyer. I feel her hand on my back, guiding me towards an open area near a large window. I'm pressed into her side when we finally manage to find the others.
"Oh, my God." Kurt says, tugging on my sleeve. "There he is, look, over there."
I frown, trying to see what he's looking at, but can't really see over the heads of everyone.
"We need to get out of here. No doubt, someone's going to realize we're not exactly fancy." Santana mutters to a nodding Mercedes.
She begins to pull my sleeve as Santana pulls Brittany along towards the open front doors. I glance behind me to see if Kurt is coming and stop when I notice him being approached by the short boy from onstage.
Pulling back when she tugs again on my sleeve, I try to get her attention on Kurt.
"Santana!" she says, urgently to the brunette who is almost halfway to the door. Santana turns when she hears her voice and narrows her eyes when she sees Kurt and him talking.
"He's blowing our cover." She says to Santana, who brushes past me and stalks over to Kurt.
"Not if I can help it."
I stand by her side as we watch Santana and Kurt argue before she grabs his sleeve and begins to pull him towards the door.
"C'mon." I turn and follow her until we're standing in front of Santana's car. Mercedes is standing with Brittany when we reach them.
"In." she pulls open the door and waits until I'm safely inside before shutting it.
I watch through the windows as Kurt and Santana finally reach her, Brittany, and Mercedes. Santana pulls Brittany to the passenger door and tells her to stay before shutting the door. We watch as their muffled voices start to argue.
"Thanks to you, we're probably going to be found out-"
"The only reason we'd get found out is because of you causing a scene in there, Satan."
"Oh, please. I wasn't causing a scene."
"Guys, stop. This arguing isn't helping anything. It's just going to draw more attention to us, if anything."
"Fine, we need to get back to Lima, anyways. If we get caught, which I'm sure we will, you're taking the blame for this."
"We're not going to get caught, so don't worry about it."
"We need to get out of here," Mercedes cuts in, "Everyone's coming outside."
"Do you think anyone realizes that Sam's gone?" Brittany says to me from the front seat.
"I don't think so, Brittany. We should probably inform them, quickly; otherwise he'll be stuck here. Even though, it isn't that bad of a place." I say, watching as she and Santana make their ways around the car and opening the doors.
"I think they keep people locked in the basement. It looks like one of those places." Brittany says, leaning forward to look up at the building. "Doesn't it, San?"
"What?" Santana growls before closing her door and pushing the key into the ignition.
"Doesn't it look like that building in that mountain movie?"
"Mountain- What're you talking about, Britt?"
"Remember, the movie about the mountains that wasn't about the mountains?"
"Yeah, Britt."
It's obvious that Santana just agreed, which I would have done, as well. I turn to her as she reaches over to pull on my seatbelt and smartly tug on her sleeve.
She shushes me before pulling her own seatbelt on.
"Santana, wait." I say, getting irritated of being shushed and knowing that I would probably end up regretting this later.
"What, Berry?" Santana glances at me as she turns to look out the back window to pull out.
"We can't leave yet."
"Rachel."
"No, Quinn. We can't leave."
I don't look at her after I say this, knowing that I would most definitely end up regret ignoring her command.
"Why not."
"Sam isn't here."
"Fucking hell."
Santana slams on the break before pulling back into the parking spot. We watch as she throws open the door and starts speaking rapidly in a mixture of English and Spanish words.
I sit with my hands folded in my lap. My eyes fall and I can feel her eyes on me. Biting my lip, I wait and hope that she'll wait until later.
"Rachel."
It's a command. But, I don't really want to face her.
"Look at me."
When I look up, I can barely make out her face in the shadows. We lock eyes and she sighs. I can't tell if it's disappointment or anger in the dark.
"I'm sorry, Master." I offer, knowing it wouldn't be enough.
She doesn't say anything and continues to look in my eyes. I want to look away, but I know if I do, I probably won't see my father's any time soon.
She breaks the eye contact when the door opens and Santana pushes Sam into the spot next to me.
"I really hope you get your Master soon because that was complete bull, Evans." Santana roughly pulls her seatbelt on before remembering to pull Brittany's on. "You should be glad I'm not your Master, Evans. I can't believe you'd pull something like that."
Her tone is nearly at full volume now and fills the entire car. I watch as Brittany tenses in the front seat before reaching over to grab Santana's hand. It calms Santana enough, I notice. She huffed angrily once more before pulling out of the now busy parking lot.
"First, I have to save our asses because of Hummel, and now you? You better hope this night wasn't a complete waste because, Master or not, I'm going to kick your ass." Santana is still threatening Sam until we're nearly home. I sit still the entire time and try to think of anything else except for when we get home.
Sam is silent the whole ride, as well. He's staring out the window like a moody child who wasn't able to buy all he wanted at the store until we pull up to Noah's house again.
Clambering out of the vehicle, I stand until she snaps before following her into the house.
It's around eleven, and I just want to sleep. I don't pay much attention to what everyone else is saying. It's all a mixture of Santana's angry rants about Kurt and Sam with a little bit of information about Jesse that I don't want to hear.
"Come." I hear her say, after nearly an hour of sitting in complete silence. I follow her out to the car and it's a silent ride on the way home. When she parks the car, she cuts the engine and turns in her seat to face me.
"Go to your room."
I nod once before climbing out the passenger door and walking up to the front door; opening it with my own set of keys, I let it shut behind me before taking off my shoes and walking up the staircase and to my own room.
My hands are shaky when I reach the bathroom that connects to my room. I turn the light on and go about doing the routine that I had back before I was marked. It's odd, I think, as I finally turn the light off and feel my way through the darkness to my own bed, that this is the first time I've ever spent the night in my own room. It's much colder in here. It's too dark and empty.
It's nothing like sleeping on the small bed beside hers.
There are no sounds to keep me company; her even breathing that would lull me to sleep every night wasn't there. It's much too quiet in here. I toss and turn, trying to listen for her footsteps in the other room, and then try to remember if I had even heard her come inside. I lay awake and look up towards my left, only to remember that I'm not lying down on the ground. I want to cry, to get out of bed and look for her; what stops me is knowing if I do, this night won't be the only night I spend in my room. In here, there's no comfort of knowing I can crawl into her bed during the middle of the night after another nightmare; no comfort of being able to wake up with her looking down at me, or being woken up by her kneeling at the edge of my bed. It's much too quiet in here. Closing my eyes, I slide further down into the large, plush comforter in search of heat and comfort that isn't there.
This is a punishment that I never want to deal with again.
