THE PIRATE SONG
When You Wish
It was a warm summer night; stars were shinning and the full moon was smiling down the earth, creating a wonderful feeling inside one's chest and making the hearts of those who watched it beat faster. Unlike the fishy smell from the market, the scent of the garden was incredibly sweet and fresh.
The garden of the Fabray manor had an open view of the sky, and there were spreading oak trees, smaller cherry trees and blooming flowers, which spread the nice scent and surrounded the ones taking a walk through the large garden. It was very romantic.
A soft breeze was waving the smaller branches of the trees and the blossoms of flowers, pulling leafs to dance in the air and creating a gentle melody that could be heard by those who were in love.
And there they were.
Two love-birds walking through the beautiful blossoming garden, having eyes for only each other. The beautiful fair-haired girl in her long rosy dress with lace smiled a gentle smile towards the tall and strong brown-haired man who held her arm under his and lead her through the garden.
His smile was more goofy than soft and his eyes were looking at her like she was the most gorgeous creature he has ever seen. And he has seen many of them. Women were not unknown to him. Many of them wanted him and many of them talked to him.
But none of them were meant to be with him.
And now he finally had the woman he desired the most – since childhood. She was his fiancée. She was his girl. She was his beauty.
And he was her's.
''What are you thinking about?'' she asked with her soft voice and let the breeze play with her hair. She had such beautiful blue eyes and her cheeks looked so gentle and rosy that he just had to caress it with his knuckles.
''Just you. And me.'' He told her and sighed in his in-love state.
Quinn giggled and hugged his arm tighter, letting her head lean on the side of his shoulder: ''I think about us too.'' She told him and looked up into the starry sky that was watching over her and her dreams that were about to come true.
Finn nodded and pulled her closer, breathing in her perfume that smelled so good that he could survive without air but with the perfume.
The loving couple walked forward not carrying about the loud celebration, which was going on in the ballroom inside the mansion. There were a lot of rich, wealthy people, drinking, eating and dancing the night away to celebrate the engagement of the couple taking a walk through the garden. Women in giant dresses and huge headgears with feathers and flower blossoms were waltzing around and laughing with men in their musketeer attire and fancy periwigs. Decisive dancing steps echoed through the hall and hit the floor with loud thumps.
The orchestral music was loud and merry; people were laughing hysterically in their drunken state; a fat man whose buttons were about to give away and make his chemise to explode did not care about his surroundings and was eating away all the food in front and around him; an older woman with long brown hair was bad-mouthing the cheery dancing young girls and boys in the middle of the dancing floor just because no one asked her to dance with him; and the proud parents of the beautiful blonde bride-to-be were standing in front of the huge glassy door that led outside, and watched their daughter enjoying her love moments.
And they were not the only ones who watched them.
The couple looked like a pair of small puppets moving around the garden from the window of one of the highest rooms of the mansion. They were just two figures illuminated by the full moon and whose faces could not be seen.
''This is not equitably.'' Mumbled a soft girly voice behind the window glass and blew her nose so loud one might think she was an elephant. The girl behind the glass sniffed loudly and wiped her teary eyes, blowing her nose one more time. She was so loud that the music from downstairs seemed hushed.
Her face was illuminated by the beautiful and romantic lights from the garden outside, and if one saw the girls face this moment, he would politely suggest washing her face, for it was a bit dirty.
Why would it not be?
Being a servant and cleaning the whole day, Rachel had no choice but to have dust in her hair and some mud on her face. Rich people might be elegant and modest while being the centre of attention – but hidden from all eyes, they were pigs who left whatever shit they could behind them.
''I wish I would get a chance like that.'' The brown-haired girl mumbled and cried silent tears, pathetically drowning herself in pity and sadness. She glanced for the last time down the garden, pressing her lips together in desperation when she saw the man's hand around the girl's hip; but finally turned away, wiping her eyes one more time.
And there it was.
Quinn's room that had to be cleaned.
It was a huge room with a big white bed and with an even bigger wardrobe with hundreds of elegant dresses and shoes, which she got as a gift from her soon-to-be husband. A couple of candles made it possible for Rachel to see in the dark, while cleaning.
The self-declared poor girl sighed in despair when she walked through the room and picked up a few clothes that were lying on the floor or over the chair because Quinn had a huge problem with deciding on which to wear. Rachel could still see her mistress nervously throwing her clothes out of her wardrobe and putting on each and every dress she came across with. The blonde was so excited that she made a bomb out of her room and forgot that there are people who would have to clean that up.
Those people are not many. Actually it is just the maid Rachel Berry who is a friend of Quinn Fabrey in a strange way. No one knows where this bound came from. Except for them. It was their secret.
Rachel sighed again thinking about the couple.
It was hard to be the maid of your friend and be in love with your friend's fiancé.
She folded some underwear and hanged the red dress Quinn did not even want to see.
She turned around and looked through the widow that was a couple of feet away. The view made her think about a song, a lullaby, which she heard Quinn's mother sing when the blonde had been younger. She knew the song very well and knowing she was able to sing it better than anyone else, she took a huge breath and started with a gentle voice.
When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
She sang slowly with emotions, looking straight into the sky and ignoring the smiling pair in the garden below. Her heart might be breaking, but she will not let it affect her singing time.
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you
She drew the last word of the song as long as her breath allowed her and looked at the endless sky through the window. Her eyes became glassy, but she did not allow herself to melt at the sight. There were thousands of stars shining and smiling over her and the rest of the world. The sky was clear and while looking at it, not only one could feel the warmth of the season but also the warmth in the heart. The view was ideal.
Finally she turned around again and cleaned everything around her. While she sang, she smiled to herself and started to circle around with the rhythm and music she brought out of her mouth.
If your heart is in your dreams
No request is to extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do
Being too overworked with dancing around the room while putting dresses into the wardrobe, she was unable to hear a squeak of the old wooden floor in the hall outside the room. Her voice could be heard loud and clear through the almost empty and dark place; it echoed from door to door and caught the attention of the person, whose careful steps of bare feet created the mentioned squeak.
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
As sweet fullfillment of their secret drowns
Rachel circled around smiling and laughing; she threw some things aside; danced slowly with one of Quinn's dresses as if it was a gentleman and felt silly and childish, but she enjoyed the moment of her being a performer – although there was no one who could witness it. Or so she thought.
Like a boat out of the blue
Fate steps in and see's you through
Moma when you wished upon a star
Your dreams come true
The pair of bare feet gently walked through the hall and made sure to make no sound anymore. The feet stopped when there was another sound from somewhere behind. The skin on the feet was rough and dirty and made it clear that the person owning them was someone who did not belong into the mansion. And the reason he stopped for a moment was that he got company.
Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
As sweet fullfillment of their secret drowns
Rachel finally folded some clothes and made her way to the messy bed. Quinn really did a great job in throwing things around while being extremely nervous before her engagement party. The sheets were hanging from the bed like dead meet and Rachel had a tough time to fold them correctly. The only thing that comforted Rachel in this room was the nice smell of the perfume Quinn used. She got it as a gift from her father when he came home from the French monarchy. The monarchy might be soon (or it already was) in trouble, but they sure knew how to provide people with nice fragrant.
Like a boat out of the blue
Fate steps in and see's you through
The singing girl was so engrossed in her work and her lalaing that she did not hear nor notice the door behind her open very slowly and carefully without making any noise. It was completely dark in the hall, and the candles in Quinn's room did little to illuminate anything at all. One pair of feet stepped in.
Baby when you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true
Rachel closed her eyes while gently singing the last lines of the lullaby. She wished she could create voice harmonies in the melody, but there was no one who would do that with her. Her voice was clear and strong because she straightened her back in order to produce that sound. But her back did not feel someone coming near. Three more pairs of feet stepped in.
When you wished upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Rachel brought out her strongest and deepest sound, making goose bumps all over the skin to those who listened to her from behind.
Your dreams
They were right behind her.
Come trumph-
She was roughly pushed on the bed and she screamed her head off. But the sound was muffled, when someone rolled the blanket around her and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Rachel tried to kick and punch, but her body was completely squeezed by the blanket.
''Ya go'er?'' a deep manly voice asked from behind and she could feel the man who was caring her nodding his head: ''Yeah, we hav'ta go.''
Rachel tried to scream and call for help, but she was roughly carried away. The men jumped and ran and someone broke the window glass. She heard wild breathing and felt strong hands holding her; the men's steps were fast and loud and she really hoped someone would come and help her.
But soon she felt fresh air hitting her through the blanket and she knew they were out of the manor. The music from and the happy sounds of people were slowly disappearing and the feeling of panic made the poor girl almost lose her head. She kept screaming and punching, but at some point, the man who carried her jumped off of somewhere and landed so roughly that it shook Rachel so hard that her mind went black.