Rachel's New Pets

by SurrealSteamPuck

Rachel finds Quinn sleeping in the library after hearing some odd rumors of a blonde who is living there now. Dragging Quinn to her house in the middle of the night and making her stay at the Berry residence was easier than she thought. Having to make her a familiar and deal with it? Not so much. Two more didn't help the situation either. (May or may not have G!P)

2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Author's note: Gotta say folks, I was not expecting this kind of feedback and desire to read this. I didn't think I was even gonna write any more of it. But you twisted my arm, so to speak, and I may or may not had this chapter mostly done when I posted the first one. You'll never get it out of me.

Some responses to the reviews -

Greenturtle: My original response was sarcastic, rude, and a bit silly. And it'd probably just make you mad. If you seriously have a problem with my writing, don't try to phrase it in a way that seems like its constructive criticism. Currently, the way you have written it has made me refuse to actually believe a single word you've said. That might not have been your intention but still that's how it comes off. I'm gonna ignore what you have reviewed and your recommendations just on the structure of the review. I thank you for the time and hope that I can live up to the expectations you have placed on me.

Arial Wolf: Thank you – yeah, the characters are somewhat standard, but I'm gonna try to play with them and make them more than just that, including a bit about Brittany being a lot more than she is.

Maigkedforyou: thank you, I hope that I lead you on a fantastic journey of strangeness and drunken writing(not really the second because I've been sober for a while), but Quinn is weird to write here, and I may or may not be slightly inconsistent with her, I hope I am, because she is one of my favorite characters ever(next to Hermione Granger).

Guest 1: This is gonna end up G!P but with Rachel. In terms of Quinn with G!P, check out my other fics. She has one there.

Guest 2: Not everything has to be smut. I mean, I will have it. Just not now. Go check out Invisible in my fics if you want smut. That's pretty much all it is.

Nicholee33: I actually got this idea from an HP fic over on AO3 titled Harry's New Pets (go figure). I just had it sitting and boiling over until I just had to write it out.

Commissoner Gorgon: I have no idea, really. I wasn't intending on making anyone else an intelligent familiar, but we'll see. In terms of plot, I'm kinda using Shelby as an antagonist already and want to do something different. Maybe Brody. I don't like him. We'll do that. – There will be smut! Just not yet. Mainly because I have no idea how I'm gonna make this work (if Invisible has taught me anything it's that foursomes are difficult to write).

Guest 3: Maybe she's not commanding, but in this AU, she's this way. Go figure that something is different when it's an AU. It's not like Glee's Canon is consistent anyways (re: Frenemies – I don't want to talk about my dislike of it)

Arquan: I didn't think of it that way, but yes. That is a hilarious idea, but no I refuse to do PokeGirls (that is a seriously weird fandom). Now I'm gonna use a throwaway line about it though.

Seriously folks, I love the reviews and the interest, and the fact that people want to see more of this makes me really apprehensive about posting because I want to live up to your expectations. That being said, I'm gonna post anyways because I like writing and this is a fun story to work with.

Over all, this chapter continues what I started which is just an exploration of the character's experiences with their bonds, and partly how it is messing with their heads, especially the familiars. Hopefully this lives up to everyone's expectations. If it doesn't, don't stone me.

Sadly, I do not own glee. If I did, I would not have decided to destroy every bit of character development between Rachel and Santana for no goddamn reason. Fuck Ryan Murphy. Glee Fandom folks, the only fandom that hates itself more than you hate it. Best line from tumblr ever.

Thank you all for reading this, and please continue to read and review. It's like crack to me. I snort it and it energizes my writing.

Because I can,

SurrealSteamPuckk(WeOffendedShadows)

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Shopping was a chore. It really was. Rachel learned that keeping track of Brittany was a difficult task under normal circumstances, but apparently, since becoming a familiar, she had the energy of ten thousand suns. While Santana was probably exaggerating, it did not stop her from pulling the entire time they walked from store to store. At least, when Quinn was trying things on, a task that also required patience, she quieted down. Then Santana spoke up and started to complain with her own cloths, so even more patience was needed. Having to hold their leashes was another issue, though in the changing rooms she dropped them. A few people stared, well, more than a few, but she had expected nothing else. It was just annoying to get these looks.

The problem was that Rachel, by nature and nurture, was not a patient person. She had some grand illusion that having three intelligent familiars meant she'd barely have to do anything and they'd listen to every command. This foolish notion was probably why her fathers spent the entire time hiding their laughter and smirks at her, whenever they returned from their own shopping.

The worst part was when she snapped at Quinn for taking too long to try on the fiftieth (really it wasn't that many, Santana was exaggerating) shirt and pair of pants she gave her and stepped out to model them, complaining about the fact that none of them were fitting properly, a lie, but that was another issue. It wasn't that cruel of a statement, certainly not like the ones she was used to from the Unholy Trinity, really they were, even if none of them had demon blood in them. Sure a bit harsh, but Rachel demanded the best, and by god, Quinn was beautiful enough that the right cloths made it heavenly. So damnit, she'd wear the best cloths. And it wasn't bad that she got to order the HBIC of McKinley Academy around.

The effort and slight revenge was worthless because she made Quinn cry, in her quiet and hidden way, for the first time ever probably. It was also the first time either Brittany or Santana saw it, because they didn't move when Quinn nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek, and walked back inside. She was out a few minutes later, handed Rachel a few blouses and two pairs of jeans, and didn't say a word when she gave her leash back to her. Her cheeks were wet, and her shoulders slumped, but she couldn't see much of her face, her head hung. The worst part was how she kept her hand on her pendant and never faced her.

She didn't say another word the entire time, and her other two familiars were a lot more subdued. They ended the shopping experience shortly after.

Santana sat in the middle and tried to engage Rachel in a game on her Daddy's phone, while Quinn sat on Brittany's lap, staring out the window and shrinking in on herself. Her dads talked most of the time, though, they were met with mostly one word answers, maybe a few short sentences.

Back in Lima, Brittany helped Rachel unload all the bags stuffed in the trunk, while Dad took Quinn and Santana inside. "I messed up, didn't I?" Rachel asked Brittany.

"It'll be a learning experience," she answered when she reaching for something in the back.

"But, still," Rachel said, "I screwed up royally with her, right?"

"This is new," Brittany said. "There's gonna be some rough patches."

"I just thought…"

"That it'd be nice to have three friends, three people who were your age and would talk to you, enjoy your presence and basically support you in everything, no matter what. Who'd listen to you and do as you say, no matter what. Who weren't really your friends, but your servants?" Brittany pulled out the last bag and barely smiled.

Rachel looked away. She was right, but she'd never admit it, at least not right away. Maybe in a year or two.

"Friends don't work that way. Love doesn't work that."

"We're not talking about love." Brittany raised an eyebrow, eerily reminiscent of Quinn. "Fine, not love-love."

Her eyebrow didn't fall, but at least she nodded slowly. "Friends accept you for who you are at your worst, and will be there when that time comes. It's a measure of people who stick around when things are at their worst."

"And that this time for Quinn?"

"Kinda? I mean, her whole life is over and this is brand new for her, choices and ideas of her own, not just what her father made her do. So, yeah, things are gonna be a bit slow for her. Sannie and I, we'll adjust faster, but Quinn's gonna take some time getting used to this and is gonna make mistakes, she's gonna struggle and be quiet and defiant in her own way. We all are. Even you."

"Yeah," Rachel said. Brittany tugged on her leash, how the hell was she holding three-quarters of the bags with ease, and they walked into the house. "I see that now."

"It's okay, Rach, just make sure you apologize, and soon, cause she's blaming herself already, that it's her fault you snapped at her, that she missed up and hurt you. And not just because of the bond."

Rachel felt that bond, at least the very beginnings of it, the hints of the Unholy Trinity on the edge of her mind. Nothing really exact or definitive, but she knew they were there. Santana and Dad promised to talk to her more about it, sometime before school started, when they got into their schedules again. Another problem she'd have to make sure was dealt with.

Daddy told them he'd ordered pizza, including her vegan ones. Dad and Santana were seated at the counter, and talking about some medical or biomagical thing that Rachel knew she'd never really follow. Without a word from her, Brittany hung her leash on the coat hooks near the kitchen door, right next to a blue one. "Where's Quinn?" Rachel asked.

"She said she wasn't hungry and went upstairs, to the guest room I think," Daddy said. Rachel frowned and looked away, his gaze never leaving her. The times she messed up, especially when she was impatient and a brat, he was the one to discipline her, or at least admonish her.

"Alright, umm," Rachel looked back and forth at the bags. "Brittany can you-"

"I'll put them in our room," She smiled and practically bounced upstairs. That wasn't what Rachel was going to say, but it would have to do for on. They'd figure out sleeping arrangements later.

"Right, I'll be right back." She followed Brittany, almost running upstairs, her black short skirt swishing around her fishnets and boxer briefs.

Rachel passed walked carefully to not disturb Quinn and dropped, almost threw, her bags into her room. The door to the guest room was closed, and she knew the light was off. The thread that was Quinn was blue and quiet. But she wasn't sleeping, Rachel hoped. She shouldn't be. And if she was, then she'd make the mistake of waking her up to talk.

She opened the door just enough to slip in, and closed it as softly as she could. The entire room was dark, the thick blinds pulled and every light fixture, including the clock on the small dresser was covered. There were sounds either, not loud enough for regular hearing.

Rachel inched her way over to the bed and crawled onto it. Quinn was lying on her side, facing away from the door. Her shoulders barely moved, and her breath was incredible steady with long pauses between each extended inhale and exhale, but she was crying.

She lied down and slide until she could wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush. It would be awkward and she knew Quinn would notice her, but it was too important to let the pretty blonde cry. She flinched at the touch, and Rachel's heart hurt at the fact she put that frightened nature into her. Or maybe brought it out fully. "Hey," Rachel whispered.

Quinn remained still.

Rachel took a deep breath in. "I'm sorry, sweetie."

"I do not deserve it."

"What?"

"Sweetie," she said.

"And why not?"

"I was bad. I messed up. I was going too slow and-"

"None of that," Rachel said. "I was wrong, sweetie. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You were fine. Everything is fine."

"No, it is not," Quinn said. "I am so sorry about taking so long, I should have just been silent and done as you asked, instead of complaining and whining about it all of it, not when you and Mr. Berry's are being so kind to let me stay here."

"I'm not gonna take it, Sweetie," Rachel replied. "I swore, remember."

"I know, but that does not mean-"

"It means everything, don't you doubt that. Your pendant, your jewel, I can tell it's extremely important to you, even more than you'd admit. I would never deprive you of that, not something like that. Other things-"

"Like food? Sleep? Warmth?"

"What no, never that. Who would do. Oh," Rachel pulled her even tighter against her, burying her nose in her hair. She smelled wonderful, lilac and vanilla. "Never, never would anything happen like that. I will not treat you like that. Any of you. You're too important, too special to ever do that to. "

"But," Quinn sniffed once, then raised a hand to her face.

"No buts, even though yours is extremely cute," Rachel kissed her head. "I may get mad, you may get mad at me." Quinn shook her head. "Hush you, I'm a pain, I know, so don't think I'm not gonna piss any of you off. But no matter what happens, that will never happen. I would never hit any of you, unless it was for fun and you wanted me to, then we'd discuss boundaries and everything and- are you blushing?"

"No," she drew out the word and turned into her pillow.

"It's so cute." She squirmed and rubbed against her. Rachel held back a noise that was extremely unlady like, and felt herself harden just a little. Quinn made no motion that she noticed. "Seriously, though, Brittany was right, this is gonna be tough. There are four extremely strong willed girls in this house now, and while I may be your owner, legally, I know that none of you are ever gonna fully accept that, because, well, owning a person is wrong. No matter how hot you are."

"You are flirting with me now," Quinn muttered into the pillow.

"Yes. Is it cheering you up?"

"Why?"

"Because life is short and you are hot."

"That is a Doctor Who quote."

"Nerd." Quinn was silent, but nodded. "Can you face me?"

She shrugged.

"Will you?" A minute passed before Quinn slowly rolled over, keeping Rachel's arm around her. "Hey."

"Hey."

"I'm sorry."

"You said that already."

"I know, but it bears repeating." Quinn shrugged and rubbed her eyes. "Everything okay." Another shrug. "I'd appreciate some words."

"I left my contacts in," she said, rubbing again. Rachel her hand away, and gave a small smile.

"Do you need to take them out? Where are you glasses?" Rachel rolled slightly, reaching for the lamp. She kept her arm under Quinn right where it was.

"At my house, in my room," she said.

Rachel paused and rolled back slowly, pushing her to her back. "Sweetie, how long have you been wearing those contacts?" Quinn turned into the bed, though continued to rub her eyes that way. "Again, I'd like to hear your voice. It's very pretty." A muffled reply came from the bed. She sighed and pushed on her shoulder until she was lying flat on the bed, and she was straddling her. Quinn squirmed, trying to scratch her eyes, but Rachel pinned her arms and shoulders. "Was it since you escaped?"

Quinn nodded.

"Oh, sweetie," Rachel leaned down on kissed her forehead. She stopped moving, and opened her eyes. "I'll take care of it, kay? Just get those out and clean up. Having them in that long is bad for you."

"I washed them every day."

"With what? Water?" Quinn nodded. "That is not proper, why – stupid question never mind. You get cleaned up, get those out of your eyes and go down stairs. Some food would do you some good."

"I am not hungry," Quinn said. Her stomach growled beneath her.

"Go, please," Rachel smiled softly.

"What about you? Are you going to eat?"

"In a bit, there's something I need to do." Rachel kissed her forehead and pushed off of her, sliding to the edge of the bed and standing up.

"Please, do not do something foolish on my account."

"Like breaking into the library? Please, I am always careful." She turned to leave but paused. "Just how good is your house's security?"

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Quinn took out her contacts and threw them as asked. Ordered? Requested? The actual meaning did not matter, though the result ended up being the same. She did as Rachel wanted. And it was not a bad thing. Her eyes did not hurt anymore, and while she could not see well, at least she was more comfortable.

Everything was a bit blurry, but her astigmatism was not horrible enough to leave her blind. Shapes and colors were still evident, just the edges of them dissolved into each other. She walked down the hallway and the stairs with enough ease, though stubbed her toe against a table that jumped out at her. The dark made it more difficult than it should, but she always had good spatial awareness.

"Hey Q," Santana said. "You good?"

"Where is Rachel?" she asked.

"Gone. Said she had something she needed to do, and that we should stay here." Quinn played with her collar and pendant. "You know where she went?"

"To my house. To get my things, I guess." Santana just nodded. "She should not have done that. My father-"

"Isn't as smart as he thinks he is. The hobbit will be fine. Pizza's here, and you should eat something. Get some meat back on those bones." Santana's voice waivered just a bit, though steadied out as she spoke.

"Even though pizza is not on the accepted foods list."

"Fuck that list," Santana said with a smile, "our wizard told us to eat it, and even Sue can't argue against that." She stepped forward and grabbed her elbow, dragging her towards the kitchen.

Brittany was seated at the counter, three large pieces on her plate and a mound of parmesan cheese. Mr. L Berry was leaning against the oven, watching the news on a small tv in the corner. Mr. H Berry was not there.

"Q!" Brittany said, but did not move. "Come, they have bacon on one." Bacon did sound good. It always sounded good.

"Right," Mr. L Berry said, "Brittany mentioned that bacon was the best way to get your attention."

"Other than throwing something," Santana added. "Apparently, that is frowned upon in this establishment." Quinn looked down and smiled. She moved slowly, carefully, towards Brittany's outstretched hand. She took it, and gave a gentle squeeze before pulling her into her side. Brittany kissed the top of her head. Quinn fought her smile from growing any bigger.

Dinner was strange. The few times she had pizza was pre-high school, when her father had yet to dictate her entire life, were memories that she enjoyed, at least she thought. They did not compare to this dinner though. Maybe it was the bacon. Everything is better with bacon. Everything.

Santana and Mr. H Berry, returning with a bottle of wine for him and his husband, laughed over some silly biomagical thing, again, while Brittany engaged Mr. L Berry in the cartoons he switched to. Quinn sat at the island and ate slowly, picking pieces of the cheese and bacon off of it, before pulling small portions off of the slice. She pushed the plate away after the first.

Santana found a seat next to her, and while she placed a few cookies in front of her, she did not ask her to eat them. Instead, Quinn sipped a glass of water that was refilled ever so often. A hand picked up hers and ran a thumb over the back just as often.

A squeeze of her shoulder and Quinn opened her eyes to see the plate and the glass were gone. The tv was turned off. And no one was holding her hand. She tried to reach her pendant, but the collar was in the way. Two hands held her shoulders and pulled her back slowly, letting her lean into the body. "Ready for bed, Q," Santana said.

"She doesn't get a choice, San," Brittany said. "And tomorrow, she'll eat a bit more." Quinn shrugged. "Rachel will make sure of it."

Santana laughed and wrapped her arms fully around Quinn. "It's good that you're back, Lucy Q." She whispered. "I've missed you."

Quinn stilled at the name. She had known Santana and Brittany for almost eight years now, even with the three year separation that was grades six through eight. The three years prior to then they were inseparable, even with Quinn being a bit overweight and nerdy. She held those memories close, as close as she did the memories of her mother. It was a name no one called her any more, no one dared to. She was Quinn Fabray, HBIC of McKinley Magical Academy, Ice Queen, President of the Chasity Club, Head Cheerleader. She was not Lucy Q, little chubby girl with pimples and braces at age of ten, who read all the time to avoid playing at recess, even with her friends.

She had not lied to Rachel when she said she had no friends. Coming back to the academy meant that she now had to be at the top, and it was very lonely there. She fought with Santana most of the time, mainly because she was threatening that position. She had to be cruel and destructive, because otherwise how could she be the best. Everyone who could have been a friend was pushed away for the newly acquired obsession with school, cheerleading and Christianity. Maybe before her father made her leave, she had two really good friends. But five years of being Quinn Fabray had left her knowing and commanding a large group of people, but no one there for her. It left her with fierce and impenetrable armor, but nothing within it.

Santana pulled away, sliding a hand down to hers. With a very light tug, Quinn was on her feet, and Brittany on her other side, picking up her hand. "Let's crawl into bed and cuddle."

"Britts is a fantastic cuddler," Santana said.

"She's better." Brittany led them to the stairs, while Quinn looked back.

"The plates and-"

"All taken care of," Santana said. "For now, you need sleep."

Quinn did not argue. They carried her up the stairs, she thought. She did not know if her feet touched the ground. They entered a room, and Brittany pulled the sheets up while Santana pulled her clothes off of her, then made her wear a pair of sweats that were short and a tank top. Brittany pushed Quinn into the queen sized bed, and she counted her breathes until Santana lifted the sheets and comforter to slide in front of her. She pulled her close, made her rest her chin on the top of her head, and sighed heavily into her chest. A hand wrapped itself over her waist and Quinn let her eyes finally rest and her breathing copy Santana's.

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Brittany sat in the living room, reading, well looking at the pictures, a book she grabbed off of Leroy's shelf: Advanced Trigimetrics and Spatial Absence on Magical Constructs and their Construction. It wasn't them most advance text she had read, but it was probably the densest. At least if they included the formulas, she could have figured out just what they were trying to discuss. But most academics seemed to pontific when they could just say it.

She sighed and slowly relaxed, releasing the heat that she felt slowly rise through the night. It was like opening a fist that had been forced closed, and refused to move. Part of her wanted to hold it, keep that side close, but she couldn't. She wouldn't.

The first time that day, in fact first time for Winter Break, that she pulled it close was when Rachel hurt Quinn without meaning to. She needed to understand and fix it, even if it would hurt later. Hurt a lot later. Maybe she could persuade Santana to massage her.

"Hey," Rachel said. Brittany jerked and nearly fell out of her chair.

"How'd you, no one has ever snuck up on me before," Brittany said. She set the book open on one of the arms.

"Cool." She walked around the chair and sat down in her lap, snuggling into it and wrapping her arms around her neck. A bit more forward than she would have expected from the diva, but physical attention was always nice. Brittany rubbed her nose against her neck and pulled her close.

"Everything go okay?"

"The door to her was locked from the outside, which wasn't a real issue since I came through the second story window." Rachel flipped through the book, barely pausing on any page. "Got her contacts, her glasses, her laptop, various pictures of her and her mum, whom I never meet or seen for that matter, her Cheerio uniform, the most worn books I could find."

"Didn't take you long." In fact, it barely took any time. Russel Fabray, despite what Santana may believe about him, had set up some formidable wards, and that ignored any of the protection he may have added in the past few years.

"Nah," Rachel said. "How are you?"

"I'm good."

"I think I figured it out," Rachel closed the book and dropped it over the back of the chair. "Not everything, but some of it. A few things."

"Hmmm?"

"You're not a rabbit."

Brittany laughed. "I would have thought that much was obvious." Though how she figured it out was something that she would have to explore. When she was alone.

"Why don't you act like this in school?" Rachel asked. "Is it because they let you get away with so much because you're the "dumb blonde"?"

Brittany shrugged. "I kinda like the freedom, but no, thinking this way hurts, especially with as often as I seem to be doing lately, so I don't, even if I retain a bit of what I know when I stop. I just let it go." Holding the knowledge, the awareness, especially the focus, was difficult, and Brittany didn't like to do it so long. It wasn't just the pain, but she could easily get lost in it, and well, it could burn her inside out without much effort. She couldn't hold it long. It would destroy her, and probably everything around her. The flames were too strong.

She had gripped it tightly a few times, especially earlier when Rachel needed her too. She was good at that, helping without being asked. Maybe she could give her a massage.

"How bout holding this form?"

"Not really, I mean, it's not too bad, certainly not as bad as trying to stay normal, I guess."

"I want you, all of you to be comfortable. So do whatever you need to be comfortable."

"I take you're comfortable."

"Yep," Rachel popped the p and ran her fingers through her hair. Brittany purred at the touch. Smart!Brittany slid away, leaving only Calm!Brittany. "I think I realized something."

"Hmm?"

"Despite your belief that you're gonna be the most difficult to handle, I think it's gonna be Quinn. She's still following the idea of what her father made her, the subservient to her superiors, as well as trying to not be trouble or a hassle for me. She's terrified, even if she doesn't know it, about doing the wrong thing that she's doing nothing."

"She's not really eating, and I know she only slept because Sannie's with her."

"Do you think it'll help?" Rachel asked.

She shrugged. "It can't hurt. The both of us there will help." She yawned and pulled an arm away from Rachel.

"Then I guess sleep is what we need."

"Aren't you hungry, I'm sure-"

"I made myself a salad when I was there, along with leaving a little surprise in his cabinet, so I'm good."

Brittany nodded. "It's kinda scary that you could do that."

"I'm awesome, so it comes with the territory. Besides, it's not like I have much power. The runes make up for it."

"I like it," Brittany said.

Rachel stood from her lap and pulled her up. "Let's go change and you can go join them-"

"In your bed." Brittany smiled and wrapped an arm around the shorter girl. "They're so cute together, Quinn won't let go Sannie, I bet, so you can't snuggle with them. But you have me."

"And that is more than enough. All of you together?" Rachel smiled. "I'm extremely lucky."

"Yep," Brittany said, popping the p. The flames had dissipated so it was easy to relax into her, a skip and hop in her step, along with a bit. Tomorrow, she would barely be able to walk, but that's okay. She had her wizard back.

"So you and I are gonna snuggle together next to them, all four of us sharing a bed?"

"Duh, a familiar should always be as close as possible to their wizard," Brittany smiled, "And we shouldn't even be wearing cloths, but you're uncomfortable about that. Why? You're hot, like I would have loved to kiss you the beginning of the year, but Sannie said no because you were Man-hands and at the bottom of the population pool. They're not really man hands, so I don't know why she kept call you that."

Rachel laughed and rested her head on her shoulders. "Neither did I."

"I think she was jealous."

"Why? What did she have to be jealous about?"

"You had Quinn's attention, even if all she did was pick and hurt you, which we're tots sorry bout."

Rachel nodded. Course she wouldn't be over it and say their forgiven. She'd have to punish them like the bad familiars they were, maybe with spankings; that would be nice.

Brittany yawned and Rachel picked up her hand, pulling her up the rest of the stairs. "C'mon, let's crawl in bed with the rest of them. I'm cold."

"You know, pressing our naked bodies together would be the best way to warm up," Brittany smiled at her.

"You just want me naked."

"You, Sannie, Quinn," she replied. "It'd be tots hot and you know it. You want it."

"Maybe later, when we're a bit more comfortable."

"Fine," She pouted and crossed her arms, but still let Rachel lead her. She'd persuade her at some point, and then they could have sweet lady kisses. Was it sexy times with animals if they were humanoid, mostly human, familiars? She'd ask Sannie later, because Rachel's butt was really cute and she wanted to squeeze it tightly, even if she knew it would not get her anything she really wanted. Except maybe a spanking.

"Brittany!" Rachel jumped away from her, tearing her hand out of hers. "No. Bad girl."

"Yes, do I get a spanking now, because I was a really bad girl."

"Get in here, and sleep now, sweetheart, we'll see," Rachel smirked at her. Yes. Totally worked. Brittany scurried into the room and stripped down to her panties, which she didn't want to wear, but would because Rachel was shy. Rachel followed her in, but paused at the two girls laying in the bed.

Santana was almost completely covered by Quinn and the comforter, but even in the dim light, she could see the movement under the bed, making sure that she partner was as close as possible, hopefully finding out if Quinn was a great cuddler. It looked like it. They was cute. She'd tell them later.

Rachel stepped up behind her, and wrapped her arms right under her breasts. Boo, she didn't move her hands up any further and she could feel the cloth top she wore. "A shirt please, Bri," Rachel said.

"A nickname? Sweet." Almost made up for having to wear a shirt. Maybe she could shimmy out of her panties in bed. That would be fair. "But-"

"You're very pretty, but not now, Kay? Later, when the four of us have talked about it," Rachel said.

"Fine, I'll just follow the Cheerio motto." She crawled over Santana and Quinn without touching them and then shifted under the comforter and sheets. It wouldn't be worth it to try to pull Quinn close, given how tight a grip Santana had on her, so she'd just have to wait for Rachel.

But that would have to wait, because her wizard went to the bathroom and spent some ungodly amount of time doing whatever she was doing in there. Finally, after waiting, like forever, Rachel returned and walked softly over to her. She crawled in, and let Brittany pull her in. Awesome. Sannie never let her be the big spoon. This was so cool. Almost made up for the shirt. After Rachel fell asleep, she'd take her panties off, just to show her how a familiar was supposed to dress. Maybe the shirt too. It was important she learned how to train them properly.

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Santana woke up regretting drinking the three glasses of water before they crashed, but damn it, she was thirsty, and if she couldn't have Coke, she'd make do. It was a task to open her eyes, and she couldn't really feel her left arm, but she was able to find that she was wrapped almost completely in Quinn's arms. Well, one arm. The other was firmly attached to her ass. Slim fingers gripped her tightly, under her thong.

Wanky.

The only issue with the position, and whatever it might lead to, was that she really, really needed to piss, and this shit just won't fly. Consent was important and while she'd give hers whole heartedly, especially to a fine, sweet, almost happy Q, she was nowhere near ready for that, so she couldn't respond the way she wanted to. The way she'd respond if it was B, though she'd be much more forward, and direct, and head in her crotch going to town. God bless her girl.

Santana looked around best she could, given Quinn's grip on her, granted, one of her arms was wrapped just as firm around her waist. Her face was stuck almost in her neck, and the smooth skin was very inviting. But now was not the time. She shifted a little, but Quinn muttered and squeezed tighter, pulling her hips flush.

"God, Q," she said, "if I knew you were this willing, I'd seduced you over a year ago." But her caps didn't respond. Fine. If bitch wanted to do this the hard way, that seemed fair.

She shifted just enough, though Quinn squeezed her ass again, and she bit down a moan, to get her head just next to hers. It was awkward and her left arm was still tingling, but she was able to hold herself up. Santana licked from collar to ear, slowly, and felt the uneven breathe on her shoulders. She kissed the same path down, stopping just above her collar, a pulse point. Quinn groaned and pressed her forehead against her shoulder. Good girl. Now, let her go. One final kiss to Quinn, and Santana bit down in the same spot.

Q pulled away and tore her thong in the process. Santana fell off the bed, taking the sheets with her, but at least she was laughing the entire time. Though she was the only one. The room had the dim blues of a darkened morning behind shades and blinds, but she could tell that she and Q were the only ones present. Wherever B and the hobbit disappeared to was probably far enough they didn't get to see the awesomeness that was her waking-up skills.

Then the rest of why she needed to get up returned and she rushed away, leaving Q to stare at her perfect, round ass.

Santana returned ten minutes later, smiling at the stationary girl, and sat down next to her. "Sup."

"That hurt."

"So does my ass," Santana said.

"It is your fault you bit me."

"Oh, I'm not talking bout that. No, that shit was worth it." She picked up her hand and ran her fingers up and down the back. "No, from you gripping so damn hard."

"Excuse me?" Quinn turned to her and rested her forehead down on hers. Santana had accepted a long time ago that she was the shortest of the Unholy Trinity, though only by a little bit. Q had a few inches on her, while B had much more, which was just fine with her.

"I have a Q-sized hand print firmly formed on my ass," Santana replied. "Detailed enough that we could probably get your finger prints off of it. Wanna see?"

"Lord," She pulled away and tried to bury her face into the pillows. The girl's tank straps fell, and Santana didn't have the will to pull them back up. The bare shoulders were just too nice to look at.

"Now, Q, don't be all modest and shy now. Shit was awesome, and I'd let you do it again, just not when I have to piss like a race horse."

"You have the dirtiest mouth out of anyone I know."

"Hey, I brush after going-"

"I have told you once before, and I will tell you again," she said, though it was extremely muffled by the pillow, "I do not want to know about whatever kinky games Brittany and you get into."

"Even if it could involve you?" Quinn sat up slowly. "Damn straight this deserves listening."

"Good, you're awake," Brittany said. Any other time, any other person, she would have sworn at for interrupting her flirting time, but it was B, and that shit just didn't fly. "Rachel is making us breakfast, as Daddy's Berry have left for the day." She walked over to the pair and flopped down between them, a hand over Santana's legs, just shy of her tee. The other rested on Quinn's sweats, below her ass. "She rubbed out all my kinks with her non-man-hands, really why did we call her that, cause they tots not man-hands.

"Sup," Santana said.

"Why are you not wearing panties, but I have to?" she asked.

"Cause caps here tore them off," Santana said, pointing to her thong.

"Santana, please," Quinn replied.

"Wanna see the bruise she gave me, totally wicked and-"

"Please, can we not?" Quinn sat up, and Brittany spun to her back, then at up between them. "Just, I am sorry, Santana, I did not-"

"Shhh," Brittany pressed a finger to her lips. "No, nothing to be sorry for. Ever. Not again."

"But-"

"It's all cool, caps," Santana said. And it was. It was more than cool, it was fantastic. And had it been B, things would have gone more in the direction of lady kisses, but there were priorities, which included freaking out Q. Cause that shit is important. Brittany withdrew her hand and kissed her cheek.

"I do not know why I did that."

"Hold her, or grab her ass," Brittany asked.

"The second one is because I've gots a fine ass," Santana said.

"She does, don't you agree?" She stared right through her, and Santana could see the gears spinning as she tried to think of something, anything, that was not from her father's homophobic rhetoric. Q never had a direct problem with them being into each other, though it was incredibly awkward, and she was required to think a certain way, so it bled out a little bit. Another strain on their relationship.

"I, please, just-"

"Q," Santana reached over Brittany and took her hand. "Did you dislike it?" She shook her hand. "Did you feel uncomfortable, while you weren't thinking bout it, cause you be freakin' out for no fucking reason?" Another shake. "Okay then. Then that's all that matters at the moment. Stop over thinking it."

"What about?"

"Listen to Sannie, she has awesome ideas," Brittany said, "like to tear the bread into pieces, but never squeeze them into balls, because they would sink then, to feed to the duckies, which, can we go see? We'd have to ask Rachie, but she's pretty cool and-"

"B?" Santana asked. She rarely acted this childish, if ever any more. Most days, the dumb blonde was present, but never the child. "You okay?"

"It was a long night," she said, and tried to slide out from between them. But Santana let go of Quinn and gripped both of B's legs.

"You're not in trouble," she replied.

"What is wrong?" Quinn asked.

"It just, I needed to-" God, she did it again, didn't she? And for a long time. Holding that power together and squeezing it into the Brittany she should have been except she had been shattered and put back together wrong. Fucking shitbags.

"It's fine, hun," Santana straddled her legs and pulled her close. Quinn tried to move away, but she grabbed her arm and pull it too them, dragging her with it. "You stay, in fact, hug her now. Do it, caps."

"Fine," Quinn said with very little malice and dislike in her voice and complied quickly.

"You did good, kay? Very good."

"It was hurting and I just needed to help, but now, I don't want to-" Santana kissed her head and pulled her tighter. Quinn rested on Brittany's other shoulder. "Rachel helped when she could, but this is easier now, at least thinking. My body hurts, San, can you make it stop? I know you can't, but-"

"Thank you," Quinn whispered.

Brittany paused in the middle of a sob.

"I know whatever it is, whatever caused you pain," she continued, "it was for me, and I am sorry you had to do that. You would have done it anyways, even if I asked you not to hurt yourself for me, so the only thing I can say is thank you."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Brittany said. "At least recently. Cause you were adorably nice when you were younger, before your sperm donor screwed you up."

"Sperm donor?" Quinn asked, lifting her head to glare at Santana.

"It seemed fitting," She said, because it was fucking exactly what the man was.

"This is so cute," Rachel said, "Let me get my camera." Santana fought the groan as she listened to little hobbit feet scurry across the floor.

"Fuck that, treasure trail," she said. There would never be any record of her being cute. That word didn't fucking describe Santana Lopez at all.

"A, language, and b, deal with it," she replied. "Hold still please."

"And three, be nice, Sannie," Brittany muttered into her shoulder. "She's our wizard."

She sighed, pushed her head between Quinn's and Brittany's shoulders, and waited until Rachel gave the all clear. Which never came. When she looked up, she saw the lens of a 35mm camera that immediately flashed. "Thank you, Santana," Rachel said. "You have such a lovely face, and I wanted to capture it."

"I'm torn between accepting the compliment or bitching out for taking my picture."

"Still have it," she replied and sat down onto the bed near Brittany. "Doing okay, Bri?"

"I have them, so yes," she said. "But I had you and was better too, so now that I have all of you, I'm a lot better."

"Did you feed her sugar or something? Especially before noon?" Santana asked. Quinn removed herself from the hug, leaving Santana to reposition her and Brittany to stare at their wizard. "Because that just doesn't fly well." It was a joke and enough to distract her girl from the fact that she hurt.

"It's only nine, Tana," Brittany said. She was wrapped fully in Santana's arms, though her girl kept a hold on one of Quinn's hands. Rachel pulled her feet into her lap. "Besides, Rachie and I've been watching old Saturday morning cartoons on the softest couch I've ever been on."

"My dads had to go to work, and I wanted to get going on my morning routine, even if it was a bit late," Rachel added.

"Routine?" Satnaan asked, she threaded some fingers through Brittany's hair and began to comb it.

"I usually get up at five thirty, do forty five minutes on my elliptical, then twenty minute beauty regiment before taking fifteen minutes-"

"Sorry I asked."

"You're gonna have to get used to it," Rachel said. "I do it every day, for the most part. Along with my practicing, my lessons, and training."

"Do you ever relax?" Brittany asked.

"Not if I want to get to Broadway, I can't. Not if I want to be the best."

"You're gonna kill yourself at that rate," Santana replied. "Sue doesn't even make us do that much, every day."

"She is about pushing us, but she also understands how to ensure our safety and long term health," Quinn added, playing with a thread that didn't exist on the sheets. They'd have to work on her looking people in the eyes again. The HBIC was gone, and as happy as she was to have that fucking dicktard out of her girl's life, she did like when Q was being assertive. It was a little bit hot. Poquito.

"So, you have to listen to your familiars on this one," Brittany finished.

"But, I need to prepare, I have to be the best," Rachel said. She looked away and ran her fingers through the blue-black hair. The hobbit was hot, well hotter than last year. Tight shirts and torn jeans or skirts were fantastic on her. Fuck those legs were great.

"And you will be," Brittany sat forward, "we promise."

"You'll get there," Santana added. She leaned down on B's shoulder, looking at her feet. She would be the only one. Everyone else would be stuck here, even with the academy. Very few actually got out of the town, let alone the state. The most Santana could have hoped for was to be good enough like her brothers and sisters and find some way that she was special in. Not that there was much for her to be good at besides being a bitch, and that job doesn't pay well.

"Of all of us, you will be the only one to escape this town," Quinn said.

"You do realize that you're all coming with me when I do, right?" Santana looked up at the smiling face of her wizard.

"How? I mean, the money and everything," Santana asked. Money was always an issue. Her Mami made it work best she could, but sometimes, when she was young and shit was extremely tight, there was a lack of dinner or breakfast. It got better when her brothers and sisters escaped, but even then, her Mami struggled with her job and taking care of her. Babysitting B's bratty brothers gave her enough money for some newish cloths, but Goodwill only goes so far.

"What, you three can't work? You don't have your own dreams? I'm pretty sure we can accomplish them in New York, and I don't think sitting around all day is any of your styles."

They could work? That was an option? They weren't going to be kept in the house, bound to a small area and treated like animals? Santana had resigned herself to that thought, even if the other girls didn't know it. She had been caught, and Q was right in her description of what could happen to her. She had always known that was the most favorable outcome.

Rachel offered them freedom, control of their own lives, rather than actually being pets. Not just offered, expected they would be themselves, even with the bond that would grow between them due to the nature of their magic.

"Really?" Brittany said. "I can still dance?"

"Why not?"

"These," Q ran a finger along her collar, her pendant barely hidden by the tag on it.

"Oh, well, yes, you are required to wear the collar, but I looked up the rules that Daddy gave me, the leash is pretty much required for the first six months. After that, it's the owner's discretion," Rachel said, smiling. "Apparently, we're not trustworthy during that probationary period, but I guess it's more to make sure you're well trained.

She had seen so many fake ones from the diva, forced on her face just to get through the day after the hell they put her through. Well, not really hell, or a hellish dimension, but it was close enough for a student year nine. Names, pushing her into lockers, slushies since magic was banned in the halls. Whatever they could get away with, the student body did the first year at the Academy. The beginning of year ten was shitty for her, though Q had been the only one to really step it, everyone else had lost most of the interest. At least, now she understood why her cap hated the hob- Berry like she caused her to have a sandy vag.

"Really?" Brittany let go of her and pulled Rachel into a hug before she responded. "And at school?"

"Well, there you are required to wear it, especially since I'm only year ten," she replied. "The leash with the collar. The collar has to always stay on. Sorry."

"I like it." Brittany pulled away, sitting between all of them. "You got me this awesome yellow one, like duckies, oh can we go see duckies today, please?"

"Maybe," Rachel wrapped her hands around the blonde's. "I got Quinn's stuff last night, and-"

"You did?" Q asked. How the fuck hob-no Berry, fuck this fucking shit – accomplish that.

"Language, Santana," Rachel said. Fuck she said it with her outer voice. "And yes, it wasn't that hard, though your father might find some difficulty in finding his shoes. Over all, relative easy."

"Sorry, I'll do better," Santana said, crossing her arms.

"Just do not say it out loud, Santana," Q said and patted her leg.

"I like it when you get along," Rachel stood up. "Now, it's almost ten and we have a lot to do. Like I said, I acquired Quinn's possessions, and it's in the guest room. We can go get yours stuff as well, Santana, Brittany."

"Daddy can drop it off," Brittany said. "Quinn and I can find something to do."

"Wanky," Santana said. "And we really don't have to."

"Course we do," Rachel replied. The small transformed into a glare. "Those are important to who you are, and we cannot leave them behind. Besides, your mom must be wondering where you are."

Right, of all of them, Santana's mami had no idea where she was. Just that she did not come home the night before. In all the excitement and experiences the day before, she kinda forgot to call and tell her how she got caught and became someone's pet. That would be a fun conversation.

"Brittany, you sure you don't want us to get it?" Rachel walked over to the door way.

"Nope," She slid on the bed to sit next to Quinn, "I can help Quinn get settled in."

"We are we going to place all of these cloths? The memorabilia?" Quinn asked, staring at the sheets. Jeez, this fucking familiar thing drained all the confidence from the girl. Or Santana had forgotten how shy Lucy Q really was, the ego and arrogance a product of her sperm donor. Or this is what her father demanded she act like at home. Fuck, this was complicated.

Rachel tapped her foot in a steady six-eight beat, which was really weird. "We can put some of it in the guest room, then I'll talk with my Dad and Daddy about possibly converting some of the entertainment area."

"Entertainment area?" Brittany straightened up, hands clasped in front of her.

"Yeah, our basement, Daddy converted it to sorta-movie theatre stage, with two video game systems that-" Brittany grabbed Quinn's hand and dashed out of the room, pulling the other blonde with her.

Santana shifted a bit. The sheets were still a bit cool, even cooler now that her caps and B weren't with her. Hobbs, there that was endearing not to be insulting, stupid familiar bond, stared at her, focusing her, which caused her to find that non-existent thread that Q was playing with earlier. "You're probably not gonna see her for a while," Santana said. "Had to limit her game time over summer just to make sure she ate."

"She enjoy them that much?"

She shrugged. "More like she really doesn't have to think too much or try to one or the other Britts, she can just be B." Rachel nodded, but kept staring. "What?"

"You don't like me."

"I don't dislike you."

"You and Quinn have treated me horribly in the past."

"Yep."

Rachel walked over to the bed and sat down, facing the opposite direction from her. "Quinn, I kinda understand now, but you? You didn't have the excuse of your father being a complete asshole and controlling everything about you, including your mind."

"Right." Santana shrugged and turned away, but Hobbs held her hand.

"I'm not mad, sweetheart," Rachel said. "I've gotten over it. I've forgiven you mostly. But I'd like to know why. I think I deserve that much."

She didn't have an answer. Not one that'd make sense. "I missed my friend." She didn't want to upset Hobbs, maybe that was still a bit mean, any more than she had. But that wasn't all of it, it couldn't be. Because it was a cop out, and she knew it. It wasn't fair. She did her a solid when she didn't have to, and she, as usual, was being a bitch about it.

"Hmm?"

"I knew Quinn before grade sixth. When she was Lucy Q."

"Hence returning to the nickname, huh?" Santana turned around to find Rachel was facing her, sitting cross leg while caressing her hand. "What does that have to do with you being cruel and a-"

"Heinous bitch," Santana said, not bothering to hide the smile.

"Well, yes."

"If it meant being with my friend again, even just around her, then it was worth it." Santana shrugged, and Rachel squeezed her hand. Maybe she'd understand, maybe she wouldn't, but for now, it would have to do. "So, we done with twenty questions. Laying in hay does not suit me at all."

"One more and you can shower," Rachel said. "Why is there a torn thong on my floor?"

Santana's smile widen. "Wanna see the bruises Q gave me?"

!-!-!-!-!

After informing Santana no, she did not want to see the bruises, even if she really did, Rachel finished making the wraps for her familiars downstairs. There was yeps and yelps, laugher and screams. There was fun in her house. Not just from her or her dads, but from others.

Daddy converted the basement with the idea that she'd have people over during year nine and on, but the bully effectively crushed that idea. Her transformation into the pseudo-gothic appearance was meant to break down that silly barrier she had forced on her at school, as well as more accepting of her body. All of it. So she got cloths that fit her well, added an ethically safe dye to her hair to get some excellent midnight streaks, and the make-up she wore to school was further separation of who she was. She did wear it all well if she admitted it to herself.

And it worked. The students barely saw her as the same from last year, maybe because they didn't smell fear, though the Cheerios continued to make her life hell. The hockey players too, but that was because someone had put liquid heat in runes on their jocks after she caught one of them looking up her skirts. Not that it was her or anything. For the most part, people left her alone. She enjoyed herself, and while no one was her friend, no one was not her friend. People were nicer to her, or at least tolerated her then.

To hear that Santana, the voice and enforcer of the Ice Queen of McKinley, didn't dislike her was very uplifting. It was probably the closest to an apology she'd get, and that was perfectly acceptable. She could blame all of them, but holding that in was extremely bad for a person, so it was better that she just let it go.

She finished the plate of bacon, egg, and cheese(after a great deal of research on the dangers of limiting ones diet in terms of biomagical development with her Dad's help, it seemed better not to be vegan, though she demanded that at least they have ethically slaughtered food, and she prayed for each animal before she ate it. It was only right) wraps, Santana joined her in the kitchen in just a pair of black jeans that had to be painted on and one of her red tanks that barely covered her navel. And no bra.

"I thought we got you some cloths yesterday," Rachel asked. Santana shrugged and reached over the island to steal a wrap. "Then why are you wearing mine? And where is your bra?"

"I thought we were done with twenty questions, Tink," Santana said. "These are pretty good."

"Thanks, and Tink? Really after Tinkerbelle, I hope, because there are countless other reasons why-"

"That or Hobbs, so which is less insulting to you. You get your choice because I'm feeling nice due to this fantastic food you have given me." Santana smiled at her. Actually smiled. It was weird not to see a scowl on her face, but Rachel took victories where she could.

"Fine, Tink is mildly less insulting, despite negatively representing my height, which you are barely taller than me."

"But I am taller," Santana said, "And that's enough."

"Fine, eat and grab your shoes. Yours, not mine," Rachel said.

"You know I rock this just as good as you right," Santana replied. "That was not meant to be a compliment." She found a water bottle in the fridge, which was kinda nice that she was comfortable enough to just go searching through her fridge without asking, though maybe she'd do that anyways. Just to be defiant. They'd talk about it.

"But I'll accept it as one anyways." She left the dishes in the sing and walked over to her, running a hand over her shoulder as she passed. Her familiar shivered just a little bit under her touch. "Hurry, so we can get your stuff from your mom. I realized we didn't finish our shopping yesterday, and I want to pick up what we're missing, because I'm not letting you steal my underwear."

"Speaking of, why'd you have just boxer briefs in your drawers, not that it's kinda hot in a strange way, but still." Santana followed her out to the front hallway, where she was handed a coat, black and faux leather, and a pair of buckled boots.

Rachel just smiled. "Why you'd really pick on me?"

Santana waved her hand in the air. "Let's hit the road. And where else do we need to shop?"

"I was thinking Victoria's Secret," Rachel said.

She had never thought a spit take was possible in real life, but it was funny to see one

!-!-!-!-!-!

When Rachel and Santana had returned, Quinn was sitting in the living room with a very tired Brittany in her lap. She had been asked to make sure that both of them had eaten, showered and dressed, which apparently was more difficult than it seemed given Santana's laugh at the request.

After an hour of asking her to do so and receiving a response of "in five minutes", Quinn stepped in between Brittany and the screen, knelt down and begged her to do it, so she did not get in trouble for inability to follow simple directions. She ran upstairs and was showering after she kissed her check. Quinn touched the spot where her lips touched her and stayed in the same spot Brittany left her in until she returned, asking if they could watch some Disney movie.

Wall-E was not a bad choice, but it seemed sad in that the little robot was hurt in protecting the one thing the female robot who did not care for him as much as he did for her. Brittany held her hand the entire time she laid in her lap.

"Hey," Rachel said. Quinn jumped enough that Brittany sat up and looked over the back of the couch at the diva.

"You are so sneaky," she said. Quinn agreed, not that she was really paying attention to anything else. It was safe here, and she did not have to worry about anyone yelling at her for doing something besides school work or Bible study. "How do you do that?"

"Why does Santana insist on being contradictory?"

"I'm not," Santana said and dropped in between Brittany and Quinn. "Sup bitches."

"Everything go well?" Quinn asked.

"Sure, if you consider Mami crying in tears of joy that I was both alive and better off then I was before." She shrugged and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder, grabbing her arm and pulling it across her chest. She started at the affectionate girl; Santana was never this way during school, or with anyone other than Brittany.

"Santana started crying too," Rachel added, "I have pictures and everything."

"We must destroy the evidence," Santana said.

Brittany laid back down on their laps. "Can we finish movie please? Quinnie said that we're going someplace?"

"Yes to both questions, though I'd like-" She did not finish her statement before Quinn moved to make room for her between her and Santana. It was only right. She scurried over and once settled, Santana grabbed her arm in a similar manner and rested her head on their wizard's shoulder.

Ten minutes later, and a slightly misty-eyed Brittany, Rachel was herding them to her car in the driveway. Winter had been kind this year, with moderate temperatures and no snow. She was forced to wear the same coat that Rachel made her wear when she find her. "What did we forget?" Quinn asked. The car was silver and slightly smaller than Mr. Berry's though she was fairly confident that they would all fit in with no problem. Maybe she should just stay back just in case.

"It's okay," Rachel said. She grabbed her hand and stood in front of her. Quinn stared at the ground, thankful when she heard the car door open and closed. "It's not your fault."

She did not say the words, but the thought sat in the back of her mind. "But I was the reason-"

"We left because I thought we were done," Rachel continued. "I thought we had everything, but given the fact that neither you nor Brittany have any panties or bra on, we clearly forgot them for you guys. So we're gonna go buy some. Now, front seat for you. Come." Quinn blushed and looked away from her wizard. She pulled Quinn to the other side, then waited as she climbed in and buckled her seat belt.

As Rachel climbed in and started the car, Brittany sat forward and tried to pet her hair from behind her, but gave up after a moment of her sitting forward too. Then Santana had to speak up. "If we're going to Victoria's Secret, I wanna see B model. It's what we usually do."

"Can we?" Brittany asked. Quinn wished she had something to hold, but was left to just twiddling her thoughts. She watched them to make sure her speed was steady and didn't hit them as she spun them about each other. "Can we all model, I mean, it'd be so hot, and it'd get all of you comfortable with wearing less cloths like a proper familiar.

Rachel smiled and just pulled out. "Maybe, we'll see." Quinn messed up and her thumbs collided with each other

"Please," Santana said. "B and I did it all the time when we went over the summer. They didn't care, kinda. We did get kicked out the last time."

"What happened?" Rachel asked.

Quinn started up again, spinning them in the opposite directions. This way could work, right? Perhaps if she went faster. "Apparently, they frown upon walking out of the changing room in just a corset," Brittany said.

"I apologized, kinda, bitch didn't need to kick us out. And you didn't need to maul me." Failed again, barely a few seconds. Maybe if she went a bit slower.

"You weren't complaining at the time." Quinn shifted in her seat. Counting the trees as they passed would be better method to pass time quietly. More concentration, less likely to screw up.

"That's cause your hand was up- You know what? Declared private moment and we're not sharing. No one wants to hear it."

"I do," Rachel said. Quinn did not.

"No, we not discussing my past modelling experience. But speaking of models, Q is gonna have to model. It's time we got to see what's she's rocking."

"I'd love to see that," Rachel said. Quinn swallowed heavily and switched to watching the houses behind the trees. They all slid away as they pulled out onto the freeway. Ten more minutes, maybe. That blue one with the white was pretty, even though the trees were bare. "Wait, what about after Cheerios?"

"Nah, Q is usually the first changed, last out," Santana said. "Which sucks, because that was some shit we should have all gotten to enjoy."

"Guys, I think-" Brittany said. Quinn found a nice spinning hubcap to watch. She could have sworn it was glowing blue, but maybe that was wishful thinking

"Even gym?" Rachel's voice was filled with that horrible smile of hers, the one that lifted her up and held her so high.

"Passed out of it," Santana replied. "Some shitty excuse her sperm donor gave about it being a waste of time when she was already on the cheerios. Needed more time for study and shit like that." It was a fine excuse, and home time was spent either reading and hiding from him, or "studying" the bible, which also consisted of reading.

"So no confirmation?"

"About what?" She probably only cared for the same reason most people did, the reason her father did. There was really no other option. Especially now.

Quinn gripped her collar and slipped a finger under it to touch her pendant.

"Well, it was all about the teasing and-"

"Damn Tink, that's hot," Santana laughed. Quinn pressed an ear against her seat belt.

"Can we-" Brittany tried to say. She leaned forward, and Quinn felt a hand on her seat.

"What, it is just a scientific curiosity that I wanted to fulfill," Rachel continued. "Mostly to try to figure out what I could do to stop being slushied." Quinn turned her entire face into the seatbelt.

"Really, I don't think-"

"Tink, sorry bout it and all, but fuck, talk about teasing," Santana was smirking. She was smirking and planning something again.

She sighed and gripped the door handle. The car at least was moving at a steady pace, the road thumping underneath them.

"What do you mean?"

"First day this year," Santana replied. Cherry slushie, between three and fourth period, Rachel's free period. She was headed to the choir room for practice, while Quinn was headed towards Maths with Santana. A baby Cheerio did it just before they passed by, all for them to see. Rachel was wearing an extremely tight black t-shirt with a torn red and black sweater over it, just hanging on her shoulders, the school girl skirt in the same colors and disrepair, showing the fishnet tights she wore with the black combat boots.

"Oh, right."

"What happened?" Brittany asked. The hand disappeared from pressing into her back.

"It's not my fault I forgot it," Rachel said. Quinn pressed her face against the cool window, trying to calm down her stomach. The heat was too high, and she had grown accustomed to the cold. Maybe Rachel would turn it done, eventually. She did not want to say anything.

"Fuck it is, but totally worth it. And a nice pair at that. Now all's that's left to complete my set is Q here and I'd have the hottest, do not let that go to your head, Tink, girls in the school."

"Can we please change the topic?" Quinn asked, she did not move from resting against the window. A bump, and her face bumped it. The car quieted "Sorry."

"It's okay, Quinnie?" Brittany asked. She leaned again and reached over the seat to pet her hair. She relaxed a bit to the touch, and closed her eyes as someone gripped her thigh and squeezed gently.

"Sorry, I, listen Q, you don't have to kay?" Santana said.

Quinn had never heard her so soft. And it was not that this was a bad conversation topic, even though she really did not want to hear it anymore. She should not have ruined it for everyone else. Barely would have ruined the whole experience too, if she did model for them. Not that she wanted to. "Please, can we just change the topic?"

"So how bout that local sports team," Rachel asked. They pulled off an off ramp towards a some shopping complex.

"Do you even watch sports? Do you even know what it is?" Santana said. Quinn smiled briefly, but continued to rest against the window, closing her eyes. The cool glass felt wonderful, and her face was finally cooling down.

"Yes, it's that game where they throw that thing into the hoop to hit goals right?" Brittany laughed; it echoed a bit, and Quinn felt her smile widen.

"You do realize that you're gonna have to go to all of our games right?"

"Damn," Rachel said. "I wanted to avoid all those things."

"What's wrong with Splatterball?'

"Really, you have to ask that question?" Rachel parked the car and shut the engine down.

"Fuck yeah," Santana replied. "Seriously shit is awesome, you're coming. No questions."

"I am the wizard here, remember?"

"This is for your own good," Brittany said, "Besides, we're happy in the Cheerios, and you want us happy, right?" They were happy. Santana and Brittany loved it, especially Santana. The power, the prestige, the energy. All of it was something she craved. Must have something to do with being the youngest. For Quinn, it was a requirement.

"But-"

"Seriously, Tink," Santana said. "You'll be safe in the stands, and we'll make the whole leash thing work, got it? Don't you worry your tight ass off kay?"

"Is there any way you can just leave me here?" Quinn asked.

"Quinn Fabray," Rachel said. "How dare you suggest something as cruel as leaving a familiar in a car by herself."

"You could crack a window."

"You're coming, Quinn," Rachel said. Quinn almost heard the foot stomping.

"Not yet, but I'm pretty sure-" Santana started.

Quinn sighed, and Brittany must have slapped her arm.

"Sorry, Q," Santana said.

"It is fine," Quinn replied. Rachel stepped out and opened the backseat doors, then Santana and Brittany slide out. She probably should open her eyes, but it was really nice, and the coat was a bit warm. Maybe she could persuade Rachel to let her go without.

The door opened slowly, though Quinn followed it a bit. A body stretched across her and unbuckled her seatbelt, then took her hand and pulled her up and out of the seat. Once she was on her feet, Quinn opened to eyes. Santana was looking up at her. Rachel and Brittany was standing a bit away.

"Sup," Santana said.

"Can we just-" Quinn nodded towards the mall. They had parked pretty far back, with no other car around. Even though it was a weekday and there were plenty of spaces that had similar characteristics closer.

"Fine," Santana said, and stepped back to Brittany while Rachel walked over and picked up her leash. Right. That. Quinn looked at it as she positioned it along with the other two on her wrist.

"Ready?" Rachel asked.

Quinn shrugged. Rachel frowned. But at least she started to walk, the other two walked by her wizard, Brittany even taking Rachel's hand. Quinn followed a few steps back, though close enough to keep the leash from pulling

Maybe she could just grab a few pieces and be done with it. She really did not need to try anything on, even though most of her cloths were loose now as well. She just was not hungry or anything, she just did not need to eat as much so of course she would lose weight.

The trio were chatting, though there were long pauses between some of the answers or responses or anything. Quinn nearly bumped into Rachel when they reached the door. "Come 'ere," she said and picked up her hand. She stared at it for a bit before letting herself be pulled up next to her wizard

"I'll take care of you," Rachel said. "Kay?"

Quinn shrugged.

"Sweetie, use your words," Rachel said. "What's wrong?"

"I just would really like to go home." She stared at her feet. The shoes fit okay, more comfortable than the heels that her father kept trying to get her to wear.

"Are you uncomfortable?" She shrugged again. "What's wrong, I can tell."

"If we finish quickly, can we go home?" Quinn asked.

"Sure, but I don't want to rush everyone." Rachel stepped really close to her. "It's important that you be comfortable."

"I-"

"And you're not, was it because of the conversation in the car?"

Quinn looked over Rachel's shoulder.

"Santana said you'd not your normal, dominating self. You know, just because your father isn't controlling your life any more, doesn't mean you have to be the opposite of how you were."

"Rachel, I would really like if we did not talk about this," Quinn said, finally looking her in the eyes. "Ever." She held her gaze, and Rachel's flickered back and forth, scanning her for something. She would find nothing, because there was nothing there. Nothing to be seen or experience.

!-!-!-!-!-!

Rachel found that people tended to listen to what she had to say once she dropped her Daddy's name and her relationship to him. She didn't understand what he did exactly, or why it was so terrifying, but still, there were some advantages.

Like a private room at Victoria's Secret. She knew that Brittany was gonna model no matter what, and this seemed a better way than fighting the blush she'd knew she'd have the entire time. Not that it was a bad thing.

In fact, the whole experience should have been good. But she was too worried about Quinn. When they arrived and ushered into the private area, Quinn simply sat down on the bench away from her. She barely said another word the entire walk, even with Rachel holding her hand. Santana and Brittany were behind them. Once again, a few people stared, but no enough that she'd care. It was all training for when she was famous and on Broadway. The leashes were annoying though, and she looked forward to when they weren't required.

Despite the fact that they only really needed a few items and most of them could be bought easily, Brittany and Santana of them demanded a showing, to model for Rachel. They had a quiet conversation with the sales rep, though the blonde continued to look back at Rachel and Quinn. A few minutes later, a few racks of many colored bras and panties were wheeled in. The two girls grabbed a few and immediately entered one of the changing rooms.

"Quinn?" Rachel said. "Sweetie?"

"Yes?" Quinn replied, not moving.

"Can you come here please?"

She shuffled over slowly until she was a foot away. Rachel sighed and closed the rest of the way until their legs were touching. "I am sorry."

"Why? You did nothing wrong."

"It was wrong of me to talk back like that," Quinn continued. "I, I should not have spoken like that. You are just-"

"Quinn," Rachel picked up hand, "Are you uncomfortable about this? About changing in front of us? Was that the issue yesterday?"

"No, I do not know."

"Cause if it does, then you don't have to. I've never done things like this. My dads don't even like shopping with me, so I've never gotten to show off or-"

"I am sorry."

"We're gonna be walking in circles if you keep apologizing about that."

"I will until it is better."

"I forgive you. I forgive Santana, even if I milk it for all it's worth, and Brittany. Can you forgive yourself?"

"You have been so kind and generous to me," Quinn said. "You have no reason to, to take me in, to protect me from my father. You can simply." She breathed in and gripped her collar. Specifically her pendant. "Can take this, and then you would really have power over me."

"I swear, Quinn," Rachel said, "I swear on my Barbara poster that I will never take that from you. And as long as you're mine, cause you are now, I won't let anyone else."

!-!-!-!-!-!

Brittany always loved dressing up. Whether in silly princess dresses, dress pants and button down shirts with untied ties, even just sleep shorts and tanks, she loved the feeling that new cloths gave her. The whole new identity. Like Cheerio!Brittany. That was a weird one, and she mostly took her cues on how to act like a Cheerio from Santana, but it was nice at the time, even if Quinn was being somewhat mean and sad most of the time. Being Cheerio!Brittany meant she could be friends with Quinn again, even if she didn't see it that way. But she did now, so that was good.

She really liked dressing up as Smart!Brittany, but that was rare and hurt a lot. Plus Santana said she shouldn't, at least not any time soon. She enjoyed Child!Brittany, but it was a chore too, in its own way. Calm!Brittany was a bit dense, but still, she functioned pretty well considering a lot of things confused her. Sexy!Brittany was a lot of fun, like right now, when she and Santana would step out to an extremely attentive Rachel, her awesome wizard who should understand that familiars wore nothing, but didn't because she was too shy about whatever reason she had for the boxer briefs only in her underwear drawer, and a red face Quinn who tried to hide the that she was staring blatantly at both of them. Which was awesome, since she knew that her fellow blondie stared at her lady, her, and Rachel none of them thought they noticed But Brittany noticed, and it was a good sign. A very good sign. Maybe Quinn at least knew she liked them.

Quinn's sperm donor was a terrible man, taking Lucy away from her friends and creating some horrible facsimile of her, and now they had her back, or at least was slowly getting her back. But she didn't know she was coming back. She didn't know that she could finally make choices; or maybe the choices over whelmed her, like it did when Brittany couldn't decide what type of bread the duckies wanted, which reminded her to ask Rachie if they could go cause they were probably hungry, even if most were gone for the winter. And Lord Tubbington. She had to make sure her sister's forgotten familiar hadn't tried to take cover the mouse mafia.

No, time for less important matters.

Brittany stepped out of the changing room and walked over to her wizard and sister-familiar. Rachel had her purse in her lap and swallowed as she stepped over, never looking up. "Brittany? Hun," she said.

"Yes?" Brittany said, stepping even closer, nearly falling over. Sannie could walk easily on heels. How'd she make it look so easily?

"Why aren't you wearing anything?"

"What? Oh, right." She had forgotten to at least put on her robe, or another corset, and she was dressed, just in Calm!Brittany, but it wasn't like it really mattered, they had a private room, so it seemed right for her to be properly dressed anyways. "It's fine."

Quinn tried so hard to face away from her, but Brittany watched the not-so-subtle glances and stares. Her pale skin turned red so easily. Tots adorable. "C'mon, I want to show you something." She grabbed her hand and pulled her to hear feet without another word, then dragged her willingly-but-stubborn hot butt to one of the small changing rooms.

A simple push while closing the door with her foot, and they were alone. "Hey."

Quinn covered her eyes and turned away.

"Psh," Brittany replied, and grabbed her hands, pulling them just hard enough so she'd look at her body. "You're pouting."

"Brittany, please, I do not-"

"No," she said. "You're pouting and it's not cool, so you're going to get over it."

"I am not pouting, and please, stop pulling on my hands."

"No, you're pouting and you need to stop it, because we're all here having fun and-"

"Brittany, please, I just-"

"But not enjoying the freedom you have, by being paralyzed with fear, by refusing to go forth and try to find who you are supposed to be, the person you should've been, you are still bound by your father's will. You're letting him control you. He's still every where you are, telling you exactly what you should do" Brittany pulled away, her back against the door and her heels coming off, and pressed a hand to her forehead. "Damn that hurt." Stupid brief burst of Smart!Brittany; stupid, stupid girl, she knew better than to dress like that.

Quinn stood up, inched toward her, and pressed the back of her hand against her forehead. She stepped even closer and took her pulse on her throat. "Brittany, are you okay? What happened?" Brittany wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Quinn didn't say a word. Good, if all it took for her to be herself was her getting hurt – that really did hurt – then it was worth it. Maybe. Sannie would be upset. And that meant no snuggles. Boo.

"Hey," Brittany said and rested her head on her shoulders. She was the tallest of the Unholy Trinity, but only by an inch or two, which meant that Quinn was the perfect height for this. With Santana, she had to rest on the top of her hair, and Rachel was just a bit shorter than that. Quinn was awesome at hugs. She needed to do it more. "You should do this more often."

"Brittany, please, tell me what is wrong," Quinn replied. She didn't pull away. Yay, progress.

"I'm okay now." She squeezed tightly and nuzzled her neck. Quinn was soft. And smooth. Very smooth. Her skin was extremely white, and Brittany sometimes, well Sexy!Brittany often did, dream of what it would feel like: exactly what she wanted it to be. "Just, hold me, kay? That helps." Smart!Brittany was gone, and the headache slowly dissolved the longer Quinn held her.

"Right, well," Quinn said. "Brittany?" She rubbed her back, running a hand up her spine and to just above her butt.

"Yes?"

"You are nude."

"I am a polite, good girl," she mumbled into her neck. Quinn didn't stop though. "You take that back."

"No, not rude. Nude, you know, naked."

"I know." Quinn nodded and still didn't pull away. "It's okay, Quinn."

"What is?"

"Making mistakes, trying new things, having fun. It's okay to be like this."

"I, I do not know, but," she stuttered and tried to step back, but Brittany followed her movements until Quinn sat down on the bench, and she straddled her. She shifted on her lap and smiled as Quinn stared at her chest.

"They're nice, aren't they?"

"Huh?"

"Not as big as the rest of you," Brittany continued. "But Sannie seems to enjoy them. A perfect mouthful, she says." She sat back a bit and picked up her hands. "Here, feel them."

Quinn didn't resist while she made her cup her boobs. She swallowed and didn't take her eyes off of their hands, her breasts. She also didn't move at all, just held them. The least she could do was move her fingers. But the touch was softer, softer than she'd imagine and cool to the touch. She shivered at the continued contact. Quinn should have at least started massaging her by now. She was being the nude one; she gave her what she wanted, why couldn't she? "What do you want?"

"Huh?"

"Quinn," Brittany said, pulling hands away. She lifted her captain's chin to look at her, only to smile as Quinn kept her eyes on her breasts, having to drag them up to look her in the eye. "It's okay to want things."

"I know, but-"

"They're not gonna get taken away," she continued. Brittany let go of her chin and cupped Quinn's hands and her breasts. "Not this, which you should at least squeeze them a bit because – god yes, like that. I'm not talking about me, but you know, us, your freedom, your pendant. It's all here to stay."

"My father-"

"No longer part of your life," Brittany said. While Smart!Brittany wasn't with them anymore, Calm!Brittany understood with the sharply dressed, sharp woman was saying. She was at least about to still speak with a hot girl under her, even if she was clothed. "He's not here, so he doesn't get to control you."

"Brittany, this is-"

"What do you want?"

"I do not-"

"Do you want to be happy?"

"Yes, of course."

"Do we make you happy?" Quinn's eyes dipped a bit, and Brittany giggled. "Eyes up while we're talking. Play later. So, do we?"

"Yes, I guess," Quinn said.

"There is no guessing. Yeah or nah, like a horsey, got it? So which is it? You a human, well, not really because you're a kitsune, but still it's the same idea, or you a horsey, in which case, I'm sure Rachel would love to ride you." Quinn turned even brighter. "Human-like, got it. So do we?"

"Yes, you do?"

"You know what makes us unhappy, me especially?" Quinn shook her head. "You pouting and not having fun."

"I make you unhappy?"

"Sad is a better word. And hurt." When in doubt, she found it was best to lie and say someone hurt her, especially when Santana was being stubborn. It seemed to have the same effect: a trembling lip from Quinn and slight watering of the eyes. Yay, emotion. Boo, sadness.

"I-Brittany, I had-"

"It's okay, because no one taught you how to deal with people, so I'm gonna," Brittany stilled her hands. "First off, with a pretty girl in your lap-"

"Beautiful," Quinn corrected.

"Thank you, that's nice," Brittany said and kissed her cheek. "See when someone does something nice for you, like you complimenting me, which was so awesome and unprompted and if you were ready, there would be sexy-times with you, but you're not so it's okay, maybe later, or like me sitting in your lap and putting your hands on my boobs, you thank them. So what do you say?"

"Thank you?" Quinn said.

"For what?"

"For sitting in my lap?"

"And?"

"For letting me touch you." Quinn smirked at her. "I know how to do this."

"Good, I was gonna get tired of prompting you for everything," Brittany leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck. "So, is this okay?" Quinn shrugged, but eventually gave a small nod. She closed her eyes and rested against her forehead, breathing heavily onto her naked chest. Part of her thought she was starting at her boobs again, which was tots unfair because she still wanted to see Quinn's but that'd be later. "It's okay to like girls."

"I know."

"Your father was-"

"I know. I just-"

"It's okay to like things. To enjoy them. So what do you want?"

"I do not know," Quinn said. "But I think I would like to find out."

"Good answer." Brittany kissed her cheek again, lingering just a bit to plant the seed. She squeezed her shoulders and stood up on the bench before jumping down, putting her pussy right into Quinn's face for a moment. Sexy!Brittany wanted a solution, and sexy times, now, but Calm!Brittany understood not pushing too much. Besides, it was about the teasing. She got dressed into people cloths without changing Brittany's. "No, I want you to at least try on a few, even if you don't model for us, which would be so epic, because you really are so hot, and deserve to flaunt it, but you will try to find some you like."

"Brittany, you do not get to order me around," Quinn stood up and stepped towards her. Brittany pushed on her shoulders until she was seated again.

"Until you stop me, I do," Brittany replied. "That's how we play this game. And how Rachie likes it."

"Likes what?"

"Why do you think we wear the leashes?"

"Brittany, I do not understand."

She leaned down, cupped her face, and kissed her cheek, lingering even longer this time. When she pulled back, Brittany whispered into her ear, "So, you behave and do as I say, then maybe you'll understand." She stood back up and smiled at her friend. Lucy was coming back, and it'd be slow, but at least she was getting the idea that it was okay to enjoy something. "So, I'll hand you some that you'd like, you try them on and tell me if you do or do not. That's final. Deal. Or you'll make me sad."

"That is low," Quinn said.

"I know, isn't it awesome." Brittany turned and walked out the door.

"I know, isn't it awesome." Brittany turned and walked out the door.

!-!-!-!-!-!

The rest of the shopping experience went smoothly. The girls had picked up the most basic needs, with a small amount of splurging on her familiars. Rachel found the extremely tight hug from Santana to be the best part of the trip, especially since she was wearing a corset that pushed up her breasts, garter with its belt, and a thong that showed just detailed she was in her hygiene habits (no she was not staring the entire time). Brittany stepping out completely naked was a close second. The only thing that would make it a fantastic day would have been seeing Quinn in skimpy things, though Brittany had at least persuaded her to try some on for herself. She did choose some finally, besides just some simple, cute panties and bras. She even had a small smile on her face. A massive change from earlier.

Though, the day was not without its challenges. Rachel had been born with some unusually characteristics that, while she was not ashamed about, she had felt it was important to hide that she possessed a penis from, well, most everyone. In the required gym course, which she was vehemently against, she changed in the stalls, using the excuse that she wished to avoid the taunts and jeers of her classmates. But in truth, she needed to make sure that no one else found out about her extra appendage. Compression shorts helped, but mostly she just stuck with a firm mental control and boxer briefs.

Now that they were her familiars, Rachel hoped that she could trust them. They'd find out eventually. Sooner than she wanted, since Brittany declared as they were waiting for Quinn to finish trying some things on that she would cuddle with her tonight, while Santana and Rachel had the other side of the bed. Damn queen sized. She wanted it because she was gonna be the queen of Broadway, so why shouldn't she have a bed that reflected that.

After Victoria's Secret, the quad walked about the rest of the mall, where Brittany found a candy shop she missed the day before (found was most likely a lie, and she just wanted some candy) and wanted to go inside, find get more. Santana found any reason she could to be as close as possible to her, holding her arm and pressing her bra-less chest against her arm. She rubbed her as she moved past or jumped in excitement, copying Brittany's. Rachel found it strange to see the Latina so lively and childish when she normally received an angry and cruel Santana. At least her boxers did their job and kept her hidden, even if it took a moment for her mind to get her mind under control. Stupid fantasies. Stupid having three girls now living with her so she couldn't handle the issue. By herself, in her bed. Alone.

Brittany didn't pull too much on her leash, though bounced back and forth between item to item in the aisles, while Santana stayed glued to her side. Quinn walked right behind them, though occasionally touched her shoulder, whether to make sure she was still there or to inform Rachel she was with them. She'd have rather hold her hand, but that would do. For now.

Lunch came and went quickly, and it was four by the time they returned home, and she sent her familiars to go put something else on. Dad would arrive home shortly, while Daddy would walk in sometime around five-five thirty. Until then, they had the house to themselves. And Brittany darted to the basement again.

"She seriously is addicted, isn't she?" Rachel asked Santana when she returned downstairs. She collapsed into their couch. She wasn't necessarily tired, but her familiars were exhausting with their individual personalities.

"Yeah, usually it's only after she has an episode, you know," Santana sat down next to her in the couch, curling into her. "But then again, she played most of the summer she wasn't dancing or training for cheercamp, and she never had an episode then so." She shrugged and rested her head on her shoulder, above the right hand side of her chest. "You smell good."

"Not that I'm completely complaining, cause this is kinda awesome," Rachel said, "but is there a reason why you're like this?"

Santana sighed into her and shrugged again. "Britts is usually the – fucking bullshit." She sat up and pushed Rachel away.

"There's the Santana I know." It hurt to know that she really didn't want to be with her, whatever the reason. Nice Santana was cuddly, and she was enjoying the attention.

"Fuck this stupid bond," she continued, pulling her feet up to her chest. Santana tried to curl into herself, but stopped when Rachel touched her bare feet.

"San, what's wrong?" She felt the bond, the tentative connection between her and her familiars, and the girl in front of her was frightened, shivering so hard that it almost hurt. But none of that showed on her body, an expression only of her mind. Whatever she was afraid existed only to her.

"I knew it. I fucking knew this would happened, except-" Santana said.

"Should I leave?" Quinn asked. Rachel knew she went to use the restroom, though hadn't paid too much attention to the fact that Quinn didn't say a word about it.

"No, I just, something's wrong," Rachel said. "I think I did something."

"No, Tink, it's not yoru fault." Santana stretched out again, and her feet touched Rache's knees. Quinn walked around the couch, only to pulled into her lap. "It's mine for not fucking realizing it earlier."

"What do you mean?" she asked. Rachel shifted around a bit until she was resting against the arm, her legs spread and touched Santana's knees. Quinn squirmed in her familiar's arms, kinda adorable really.

"The bond, it's, it's not changing us," Santana said. "But it is affecting us."

"I do not want to be controlled," Quinn said. She sat stiff, her arms crossed and feet dangling over the edge of the couch.

"It's not controlled." Santana combed her hair and stared at Rachel, no smile or any emotion really. But Quinn relaxed into the touch, until she was leaning against her entirely, curling into her. "So don't worry your fine ass off, kay? No, it's more like guided. I guess that's the best word. We're being guided towards her."

"Sounds eerily similar," Quinn yawned and grabbed the neck of Santana's shirt.

"It is, but it isn't. We're ourselves in every way possible, we just really feel comfortable around Tink here. We wouldn't do anything we didn't want to, or hurt ourselves or anything like that. We could even argue with her, and it's all be cool, but-"

"But you'd be so relaxed around me, you'd cuddle, and want to do other things right?" Rachel asked. Santana nodded. "Sweet."

"There is no fucking way you're completely okay with this," Santana said. "Completely okay with the type of affection I give. I mean, I love my mami and stuff, but this is not that, I can fucking guarantee that. This is "Brittany-only" affection, and now I've got to include you and Miss Purity here. I know the odds of there being a lesbian in fucking Lima, especially with our population, and you are-"

"I am so proud of you to admit that."

"Shove it, Tink. You know what I meant."

"I'm a bit more fluid, I'll have you know," Rachel replied. "It's wrong to put labels on things." She pulled her legs closer and crossed them, grabbing a pillow to hug (and to help cover her lap).

"And your sexual label is?" Santana smirked at her. Rachel stuck out her tongue. "Oh Tink, don't start something you can't finish. Cause there is someplace I'd love to-"

"Can you two not flirt while I am here?" Quinn muttered.

"Jealous you're not involved?" Rachel asked, smiling at her smile.

Santana leaned forward a bit and whispered something into Quinn's ear. Her face turned bright read and she tried to turn away, but Rachel felt the joy, the desire, the need, and want all emanating from the bond with Quinn. And a hint of-

"Are we having Sexy times? Cause it's rather rude that you didn't invite me," Brittany sad. At least she didn't jump when she said anything. It's be rather embarrassing given how she'd easily snuck up on the blonde (silencing runes on her shoes were awesome. Shh).

"No, we're not doing that," Rachel said. Brittany decided that her lap was the appropriate spot to sit, collapsing into her. She shifted under her, trying to get comfortable, but with a simple push of her hips, and she stilled under the blonde.

"Boo, why not?" Brittany wrapped her arms around her neck, mimicking Quinn's position with Santana.

"Yes, why not?" Santana asked. Quinn sat up slowly and stared at her. She pulled away from her.

"Because I'm not ready for it," Rachel said. Brittany shifted on her, and she struggled to keep her thoughts as clean as possible. "I plan on waiting until I'm twenty five, after I've won two Tony's and released a platinum record. Then, I should be ready. But not until then."

"Not even-"

"I think I have made my stance pretty clear, Santana." She glared at her from behind Brittany. Part of her hoped the bond would show that she really, really didn't want to talk about it.

For the most part, it was the truth. She wasn't ready, though there was a bit more to it that none of them needed to know. With her unique biology, though common enough that her doctors weren't that worried about her situation, she knew most people would simply run from her. Maybe by then, she'd find someone who'd like to date her, accept her. Granted, her original plan didn't count on having three familiars who seemed to at least be someone interested in, an oddity given that less than a month prior they were harassing her.

Her own issues aside, though, the sigh of relief that Quinn gave her was enough of a reason not to push the conversation any further. As much as they may joke, as much as she, or rather, certain parts of her wanted to, it wasn't time yet. When all of them were ready, then she'd get involved. And maybe allow Brittany to have her constant request fulfilled.

"Fine, we're going with the Cheerio motto then," Santana said and pulled Quinn back down. She settled in again, and sighed against her chest as she combed her hair with her fingers.

"You've mentioned that before, what does it mean?" Rachel asked.

Brittany barked a laugh and squeezed her to her until her face was flush with her chest. With a small shimmy and a gentle thrust of her chest upward, nearly pushing her breasts into Rachel, she whispered softly, "it's about the teasing, not the pleasing."

Rachel swallowed, nodded, and remained as close as possible to Brittany as she could when she started a conversation up with her other familiars. She tried, she really did, but with Brittany twisted enough so she should have just straddled her, which after a moment or to, she did, though spun around and took her breasts away, Rachel gave up on keeping herself calm. Of keeping herself from reacting.

She breathed out heavily, shaking slightly. Brittany grabbed her hands and made her hold her stomach. She shifted again, and she felt herself hardening and, with every breath from Brittany, struggled to keep herself from moving with her.

The trinity talked for about an hour, Rachel figured, given that her Dad arrived. Brittany was out of her lap after the first word left his mouth, and she drug Quinn with her. Leaving her sitting with a hard on in front of Santana. Her boxers were not as successful as they were before.

"Wanky," Santana said, staring at her skirt. She didn't move. Damn her flight response so honed due to the predator in front of her.

"Yes, well, the man-hands comment always hit a bit close to home," Rachel replied.

Santana pushed up and crawled over to her, staring at her with a smile that she had never seen on her face before. The bond shook with each step towards her, and all Rachel felt was satisfaction and something warm and inviting. She couldn't grasp the emotion. "So, what, is it what I think it is, cause-"

"I was born with it, if that's what you're asking. The doctors don't know why, but the situation is common enough these days that they didn't seem worried. I am female if that's your next question. That's how I identify, and I'd ask you to respect that."

"It wasn't. Does it work?" Santana stopped a few inches from her face, hovering over her.

"Is that all that's on your mind?" Rachel said.

"Most of the time, yeah, it is," Santana smiled. Rachel tried to sit up away from her, but she gave in to the soft push back down. Her familiar leaned completely over her and smirked down at her. "You didn't answer the question. Though I guess clearly it does because I am seeing Brittany's effect on it."

"I stand by my statement, Santana," Rachel said. "I am not ready. I don't feel comfortable enough with you, any of you yet. That level of intimacy requires trust and care, and while we are working towards it, granted accelerated due to our bond, need I remind you of our relationship prior to this whole arrangement. So while waiting until 25 is not really a full options, because all of you are really hot, I am not ready now."

Santana sighed and pushed away, collapsing onto the rest of the couch with a hand to her forehead. "Don't remind me. Seriously Tink, I know you ain't the type to forget, but-"

"I'm just explaining, San," Rachel replied. "It's important you at least know where I'm coming from. And don't you dare make a joke right now."

"Fine, though you walked into it."

"Whatever." Rachel stood up and took a deep breath. While she may wish to follow through with the teasing, she couldn't not now. Not so quickly. She need time to accept it fully, at least a bit more than knowing that she had three really independent familiars with their own wants and needs that she could barely anticipate. She needed to actually feel comfortable with three girls sleeping in her bed with her. Who may or may not have been part of her fantasies. "So please, just, can you not make fun of me?"

"Is that what you'd think I'd do?" Santana sat up slowly, staring at her face finally. "After the fact that you took me in? Took care of us? And everything?"

"Santana." The bond shook, waivered, and turned blue in her mind. Not sky or anything like that, but somewhere in the distance she felt the midnight hue that came before a storm. Santana swallowed large breathes and shook her head, refusing to meet her eyes. "That isn't-"

"Cause I am a bitch, we've discussed that," she continued. "Everyone knows it. But I thought – I'm really trying Tink, to be good, and – really, I don't want-"

Rachel stepped forward and hugged Santana, tried to pull her into her body. "San, no, please, don't think that. It isn't that."

"I want to be good, damn it," she sobbed. Santana, the biggest bitch of McKinley Academy, sobbed and cried into her shoulder. She gripped her shirt tightly and pulled her closer, even when trying to step back. Rachel held her and kept her from pulling away, going far enough to pull her closer as she lied back down on the couch. Santana let her position her body on top of her. "I really do. With you. You make me – damn it Tink."

"Shh, its okay." Rachel kissed the top of her head. Santana wept a bit louder and pulled a bit harder on her shirt.

"It's not okay." She sniffed and rubbed her nose against her neck. "It's not fucking okay."

"You're a good girl," Rachel said. She shook her head. "Yes, you are. You're sweet, and gentle, and extremely affectionate."

"No, I'm not," she said, worlds slurring on her shirt.

"That's not your decision to make, puppy," Rachel said. Santana giggled wetly. "You're my familiar, it's my call. Not yours."

"I am-"

"An adorable little coyote who likes to be petted." Rachel scratched her back. Santana loosened her grip and wrapped a leg around hers.

"Both ways," she said. Rachel laughed and hugged her tightly.

"Sure, but this is all you'll get from me for the moment, kay?" Santana nodded, and Rachel felt the smile against her wet shirt. "You're a good girl. You've been very good. Don't think otherwise."

"Fine," Santana said.

"I'll tell you if you're not, so you can understand why you're being punished."

"Is that why B's so excited about spankings?" Santana asked, then laughed at how Rachel stilled. "Wanky."

"You're all perverted."

"Quinn's the worst, just you wait."

"She's the head of the Chasity Club, you even called her Miss Purity." Rachel sat up slowly to rest against the couch arm. "She's never-"

Santana sighed into her stomach and hugged her tightly. "She's also the smartest girl in the school. Don't you know, Tink, that it's always the brainy ones?"

"You three are gonna kill me." Santana laughed and kissed her side. "Seriously, you and Bri are like horny rabbits it seems and now Quinn's gonna be worse? So not fair."

Rachel thought she'd at least not have to worry about Quinn encouraging this, not really pressuring but just enjoying the physical side of all what's happened. That'd she have someone in her corner to keep the other two under control. But when Quinn's real personality developed, and it would be soon at some point, then she was gonna die. Probably under the touch of all three and their smiles.

"But a way to go."