Rachel
Rachel takes a deep breath before entering the cool classroom, stretching her lips into a wide, radiant smile. She practically skips into the room, greeting her instructor with a polite nod as she looks for a seat. She sits down at the table in the front of the classroom, next to a blonde who briefly eyes her in disgust before getting up and sitting herself elsewhere.
Rachel, despite feeling hurt, folds her hands neatly and crosses her legs as she opens her book to the page written on the board. Slowly, Dom students begin filing inside of the room, laughing and joking gently amongst each other. They fill in the seats in the large classroom, but taking special care not to be seated next to Rachel Berry.
A stunning red-head growls in contempt as she slides in beside Rachel, the only available seat left. She sits as far away from the tiny brunette as possible, practically on the edge of the table.
"Okay, you all. I have a very special assignment for you this week." Their instructor, an elegant Dominant woman with dusky skin and stunning blue eyes announces as she enters the classroom. She wore a beautiful tailored suit and creamy heels, her dark hair tied into an elegant bun with a few strands framing her pretty face. "Now, this may be done separately or in pairs, but I do not want identical papers, understand?" She says pointedly.
The Dom students nod. "Find your partners if you wish. Make it snappy."
Soon enough, every student is paired up except for the red-head and Rachel. Their instructor raises an elegant brow. "I assume you are working together?"
The red-head scoffs. "Hell no, I'd rather drink acid then be paired with this loser. She doesn't even deserve to be here! She's a disgrace to Dominants!"
Rachel feels her heart break a little in her chest as the other students voice their agreement. Clenching her tiny fists against the fabric of her skirt, she waits for the students to settle down.
But the red-head isn't quite finished. "I don't even know how she was chosen to be Quinn Fabray's Dominant in the first place. Quinn needs a real Dominant. Not a short, cross-dressing, Broadway obsessed Diva who's own mom didn't even want her."
The instructor does nothing to quiet the young Dominants' yowls of approval at the red-head's statement. She merely watches Rachel with an unreadable expression. Rachel sucks in a sharp breath, lifts her chin, and with all her might, smiles politely at her instructor. "May I use the restroom?"
The instructor simply nods her head and the tiny brunette swiftly gathers her bag and exits the room, ignoring the hostile hisses and derogatory comments that follow her.
She finds herself on the bleachers above the football field. It's chilly outside, the fall air nipped at her bare arms and legs. She sniffled, but it wasn't from the cold. She doesn't want to go back to class. It was one thing to be talked about behind her back, but it was another to be humiliated face to face.
She perks up when she spots a figure on the field.
It's a girl, with long blonde hair that fell into golden waves to her mid back. She's barefoot, clad in a beautiful white sundress. She's standing completely still on the field, her head darting to the left and then the right rapidly, as if she's expecting something to jump out at her. Rachel watches her curiously.
Suddenly, the girl screeches.
A large, magnificent horse explodes from behind the bleachers and charges toward the girl, who gives a delighted scream as she darts away. Rachel was ready to call for help, but halts when the beautiful horse simply trots behind the blonde girl and noses her gently in her back, causing her to topple over softly.
The blonde girl giggles as the horse brings its massive head down near her own, wrapping her arms around its thick neck and pulling herself up. She hugs it tightly, tangling her hands through its thick, black mane.
Rachel takes a closer look at the horse. It's was huge, even taller than the blonde girl it was cuddled against and undoubtedly would tower over herself. It had fur darker as a night with no stars. Its mane was so long, it nearly touched the grass beneath its massive hooves and had a red rose braided near its ear. Its tail was just as long, but it was tied into two thick braids with two more roses meeting at the ends. It had a broad, white stripe running down its nose and a large, brown collar decorated with feathers and intricate patterns around its neck.
Rachel watches the interaction between woman and beast carefully. She watches in fascination as the blonde runs her hands all over its shiny black coat and the beast in turn nuzzles her head affectionately, softly nipping her face and bare shoulders.
The beast suddenly sniffs the air and shakes its massive head, backing away from the blonde and glaring pointedly at Rachel. It gives a neigh, scraping its massive hooves on the grass as if it's ready to charge. The blonde turns to see what's gotten her horse so distressed. Bright blue eyes lock with Rachel's and Rachel tenses immediately. But the girl smiles warmly and skips toward her.
The horse barks its disapproval, making a show of sitting turning around and ignoring Rachel. "Santana, don't be rude." The blonde chided softly. "Come and say hello."
The horse, Santana, parks her rump against the soft grass, resembling an obedient dog and turns her head to the side as if trying to ignore them. "Don't mind her, she can be such a baby at times."
The blonde whispers loudly, making Rachel giggle nervously. She's obviously a Dominant and they've made it clear they don't want anything to do with her. She's never really seen the blonde around. Maybe she's new? She couldn't be certain. She usually spends most of her time alone with Quinn, who takes her Sub form and curls up near Rachel's leg as Rachel tells her about her day or about Broadway musicals. Quinn's never one to engage in conversation in human form anyway, but she makes an excellent listener even if she just tuned Rachel out.
"I'm Brittany by the way, and this is Santana." Brittany says, sticking out her hand. Rachel takes it without hesitation, trusting the warmth of the girl's eyes.
"I'm Rachel, Rachel Berry."
Brittany perks up even more, if it were even possible. "You mean as in Quinn Fabray's Dom?"
"Yes."
"I've met Quinn! She's so pretty. She looks like a cat I had when I was seven. Her name was Simba even though Simba was a boy. I wanted to squeeze her to death, but she's very big and Santana doesn't like her. Well, Santana doesn't like anyone.-"A whiny of approval from the horse, "- but she's awesome once you get to know her. She's a draft horse, not a quarter horse; she hates it when people call her that.
"Hello." Rachel says to the sulking horse, which lifts her right hoof and studies it as if she's examining her nails. "Do you want to touch her?"
Santana shoots off the ground at record speed and frolics around like a show horse, dancing around on the tips of her hooves while shaking her head from side to side. "She doesn't seem to like me very much." Rachel says, feeling hollow once again.
"She's like that with everyone, but she's harmless I promise. Come on!" She grabs the little brunette's hand and drags her over to the frolicking horse. Brittany gives her a soft command to which she stops immediately and lifts her left hoof. Brittany brings Rachel close enough to where she can smell the horse's hide. It was warm and earthy and she briefly gets a closer look at the collar, which is actually made to look like a dream catcher and hangs down to her broad chest. It's beautiful.
"Be nice," Brittany scolds the beast, who gives a very humanlike roll of her dark eyes. "Go ahead."
Rachel shakily lifts her hand and runs it down Santana's snout. Her coat is soft as a feather and smooth as silk. She gets a bit braver, stepping closer to Santana and pressing her other hand against her chest, where a strong heart beats under her palms. Santana snorts, but slowly lowers her head so Rachel can reach her ears.
After a few moments, the bell rings, signaling time for their next class. Rachel curses softly to herself when she realizes she's quite far and won't make it even if she ran. Brittany seems to pick up on her thoughts. "Santana can give you a ride, what class do you have?"
Santana tilts her head and takes a step back, shooting Brittany a 'do I look like a fucking horse- never mind-'look.
"Oh no its-"
"It'll be fine. She hasn't bitten you yet! That means she likes you!" Brittany says as she climbs onto Santana's broad back with the agility and grace of someone who did it often. She extended her hand with a friendly smile. "Come on." She gently presses her foot into Santana's side, signaling for the horse to kneel a bit so Rachel can get on.
Taking Brittany's hand and swinging her leg over her back, she briefly curses when she realizes she's wearing a skirt, but getting to class on time to maintain a perfect attendance record is more important than her modesty.
She's not even all the way on when Santana rears up like a wild stallion and charges toward the school. "What class?"
"English!" She shouts over the wind and pounding hooves.
She wraps her arms tightly around Brittany's waist while Brittany grips Santana's mane tightly but gently. Rachel lets a smile grace her features.
She thinks she's finally made a friend, after nearly sixteen years without any. She can't wait to tell a certain Lioness.
know it's short, but I wanted to introduce Brittany and Santana before I really got into the plot and details. R&R.