Bit of a shorty again but brings in some other characters or talks about them to see what they're up to.

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Finn Hudson had been an oblivious moron in high school and had earned himself some well deserve slaps from the competing ladies in his life. His constant state of 'duh' had annoyed everyone and his holier than thou and self concerned attitude had rubbed people the wrong way.

What he had finally figured out was that he didn't want a woman like Quinn Fabray. Who was strong and opinionated and let's face it broken. Nor had he ended up wanting a woman like Rachel Berry. Who was equally as strong and also high strung and far too vocal. Both of them were too smart for him and to be honest he had never understood half the words that had poured out of Rachel's mouth. And when Quinn could be bothered to use the similar ones he had been just as lacking.

So he wasn't the smartest guy ever. He couldn't dance for shit. But he was still a nice guy who hadn't meant to cause so much mayhem. Things with him and Rachel had been on again off again up until mid-way through her freshman year at college. He had visited her and she had visited him and their weekend rendezvous had pretty much consisted of sex sex and more sex so they didn't have to talk.

And to be honest Rachel looked bored most of the time when they were doing it too. He had been pretty sure she had faked it a couple of times too.

Finally she had dropped him and it had made him think. He was no real athlete and he may have been the lead male singer in Glee but it wasn't enough to earn himself a ride to college. Instead he had chosen to stay in Lima and work with Burt. He had done some part time work in the garage since Burt's heart attack and it turned out he was a pretty good mechanic. So Burt had trained him at that.

Finn had been happy to stay in the little cocoon of a town after venturing out into the real world when he had visited Rachel. New York was too much for him. And so were girls like her and Quinn. Instead he had found himself a nice quiet girl in Lima. She was a year younger and she was so sweet and genuine and just as dim as Finn but in a very great way. They were perfect for one another and it hadn't taken them all that long to get married and start to produce babies.

So that was one Glee clubbers lot in life – to remain in Lima as predicted all of them would due to being losers.

''Yo...Jew-Drop...are you listening to me?''

Santana Lopez however was not a 'Lima Loser'. In fact Rachel was pretty sure that the Latina was banned from Lima unless she had urgent family business to attend to. Which worked well for the spunky ex-cheerleader because all she did was spit hate about the town they grew up in.

No Santana's fate in life was very different from that of Finn Hudson. Her family was loaded so it had never been so much of an issue of how she was going to escape Lima. Santana had decided to hit up Columbia and Rachel was pretty damn sure it was because Quinn had gotten into Julliard. In fact the Broadway star didn't know if her girlfriend knew this but Santana had been accepted in to quite a few colleges around the country. The fact that Santana had chosen the Big Apple reflected on the fact that that's where Quinn had been going.

Despite their petty shit Santana had always loved Quinn and it had torn her apart to find out what had been going on behind closed doors in her friends life. If it had been possible Santana had become much more aggressive and belligerent after finding out the news and had nearly ripped the heads off of any student that dared step foot near her blonde friend.

Anyway she had finished Columbia early out of sheer boredom and earned her degree before setting up the business that she had built from the ground up into a well renowned and busy organisation. PR suited Santana Lopez for many reasons. Being her own boss was the best thing for the entire world and she was a kick ass take no prisoners negotiator so she got things done like no other. That was why she was so successful now.

Right now the PR slammed her hand on top of her stylish desk which Rachel was sat in front of.

''Yes Santana I'm listening. There is no need for you to scream at me like a banshee.''

Rachel snapped irritably. It was Quinn's fault that she was here it really was. That charming damn smile of hers and those roaming hands and heated breath on her skin from the soft whispers. Damnit. Quinn was the reason she was subjecting herself to Santana's ways.

''You were zoned out on me Super Swank.''

Rachel glared at her.

''Don't call me that.''

''Well don't earn yourself a reputation for being a whore in the sack. Although I have a little trouble believing it given you were such a prude in high school. Maybe I should take you out for a ride myself Berry.''

The brunette folded her arms across her chest and huffed like a child as she glowered and stuck out her lip slightly.

''You most certainly will not be taking me for a ride on anything Santana. I would kindly thank you for getting back to the issue at hand and leaving my sexual advancements out of the conversation.''

Santana just scoffed as she threw herself back in her seat and shook her head muttering to herself in Spanish about Rachel still being a prude and using far too many words. But she was gladly willing to get back to the little predicament that Rachel was currently in.

Truthfully though she loved to spar with Rachel. They got mad at one another and hurled insults but at the end of the day they were still friends. It pained Santana to say it but they were. She respected Berry for how well she had handled Quinn and when she found out from Mr. Shuester what Rachel had done coming face to face with that prick of a Fabray she had actually given her a high five. Not to mention the fact that Rachel had practically ripped some jocks balls off the day Quinn went back to school.

The little diva bitch had turned out to be kick ass.

''People are staring.''

Quinn whispered as she held onto Rachel's hand tighter as they slowly walked down the hallway. It had been two weeks since she had been in school last and although she was terrified she knew that she couldn't hide forever. Rachel had picked her up from Mr. Shue's an hour ago and they had just driven around for a while until Rachel had parked up and had a 'breakfast picnic' that the brunette had made.

Quinn swallowed hard as she felt the students that were in the hall looking at her and whispering. Everyone knew. Nothing could really happen in this town and be kept a secret. Everyone knew that Russell Fabray had now been arraigned and was awaiting trial for various counts of child abuse and sexual assault not to mention a couple of other things. The news had broken hard but this was the first time that Quinn had really seen anyone. She had seen her fellow Glee clubbers who had called by with well wishes and presents. They had been awkward around her mostly because they didn't know what to do or what to say. Neither had she.

It was Rachel that had been powering her through this as well as Mr. Shuester who must have been exhausted with her late night episodes already.

''Ignore them they're inconsequential. Just focus on little bits at a time, okay? And remember the system.''

Rachel advised softly and supportively and she glowered at a few bystanders and actually managed to look intimidating enough to cause some flinches and some people to look away.

Quinn swallowed and nodded again. The system. Rachel's plan to get her through the day. Quinn shared at least one class with every Gleek so when Rachel wasn't with her someone would be. They had implemented a buddy system and a 'freak out' system. If it was too much Quinn simply had to give a signal to her buddy and they would get her out of class with a no questions asked code word.

Upon that happening someone would get Rachel out of class and take her to Quinn. It was simple enough and had been agreed to by all the teachers.

''Right. The let's bail the freak out of class system.''

''Hey, you're not a freak. What happened to you does not make you a freak and I won't have you believing it does. I'll kick your ass Fabray!''

Quinn actually smirked a little at that as she looked down at her little bodyguard.

''You couldn't reach me Berry.''

Rachel scoffed and laughed. She was glad that the good natured threat had caused Quinn to at least smile a little and take her mind off of things if not for a few moments. That was of course until a giant wall of a football player suddenly jumped in their way.

''Yo Fabray, heard what happened to you. Now I know you're not the little prude maybe we could...''

The walking hulk was suddenly cut off as he squeaked like a little bitch. There were shocked gasps as Rachel sprang into action and the little midget of a girl grabbed the jocks crotch harshly. Her eyes turned that dangerous dark shade as she squeezed with all her might rendering him utterly useless and pathetic.

As she continued to squeeze his manly valuables she forced him backward so his back collided with the lockers with a bang.

''You would be well advised to retract your vile little opinion and keep your mouth shut because if you so much as breathe near Quinn Fabray again I will make sure you never ever see your genitals again and think of how much self pleasure you'd miss out on then you fucking twisted little shit. You talk to her, look at her funny, get too close or even talk about her I will chop your gonads off. Do you understand me fuckwad?''

There was a deadly promise in Rachel's voice all dark and contorted that made him gulp and nod in terror. She squeezed even harder.

''I didn't hear you.''

''Y...yes Ma'am...''

Rachel had to admit she took pleasure in hearing the squeak of terror running through his voice as she sweated and nodded. He looked over her shoulder as someone came to stand behind her.

''And when she's through with you jerk off she'll turn you over to me and I promise you no one will recognise your face.''

Rachel turned slightly to see Santana standing behind her to the right. Brittney was stood to her left too.

''That's right.''

She agreed without releasing her hold.

''Consider this a warning to every student in this school. You mess with Quinn then you mess with the Glee club.''

Puck shouted protectively.

''And the football team.''

Finn promised loudly.

''And the cheerleading squad.''

Santana promised loudly still not looking away from the pleb still squirming in Rachel's hold.

''And me.''

Everyone gasped as Sue Sylvester added her threat of protection and under her gaze the crowd started to scatter. Rachel finally let go of the jocks valuables.

''Get out of my sight.''

She whispered darkly. The boy limped away as fast as he could and Rachel sighed as she turned around to face Quinn and their friends. They had surrounded her protectively so no one could come close to her and Mercedes was cuddling her into her softly and telling her everything would be okay. The blonde wasn't crying or freaking out but she was a little jarred by what had transpired but looked touched and thankful at having her friends stick up for her like that. Rachel was relieved.

''That was totally cool, Berry. I didn't know you had it in you Jew-Drop but it was fucking hot. I think you have the entire school scared of you now. Extremely badass. You had Q's back chica. From this moment on, we're good.''

''You aren't banging this dude right?''

Santana checked flippantly as she tapped on her keyboard quickly. Rachel pulled a face immediately.

''No! Are you obsessed with sex?''

''Well duh. If I'm going to deal with this shit I have to cover my bases Short Stack. Make sure no sexual harassment issues come to light. You ever fucked him or any of his people?''

Rachel sighed.

''Do I have to answer that? I don't see how it is at all relevant to him misrepresenting me.''

Santana drew in a breath as she pointed at her sort of friend.

''You have! Rachel Berry you fucking slut! Which one was it?''

Rachel sighed.

''I slept with his sectary okay? Are you satisfied?''

''No but I bet she was. How many times?''

''I don't know...six?''

''Where?''

''Santana!''

The Latina grinned mischievously.

''Keep your panties on for a change chica I'm only messing with you. Way to go on banging the help though, Berry. Hope she was worth the kicks.''

She was actually. But Rachel shook her head lightly and tried not to kill Santana or herself because this meeting was driving her nuts. The singer sank deeper into her seat as she huffed and rolled her eyes grumpily. If she weren't so damn mad at Darren she would have been doing this herself right now but it was probably better all around for her stress levels and her reputation if Santana dealt with it. At least when she went off on people like a loaded machine gun it helped her reputation. That was why Quinn had suggested that she go see Santana and get her to do the deed.

The Latina fell silent for a moment as she tapped on her keyboard and actually looked as though she were concentrating as she pulled out a file and flipped through it for a moment looking between it and the computer screen. She scribbled a few things down and Rachel let her head drop back onto the back of the chair as she waited.

Santana's office was spacious and clean cut. It was a smooth white with the back wall made of window that overlooked the city. There were some pictures haphazardly positioned around the office along with Santana's degree certificate and things like that. Rachel never failed to notice that the frame that sat facing the taller girl on her desk held 3 pictures in it.

The Lopez family were on the left hand side. The original Gleeks were on the right hand side. And in the middle there was a rather sweet and romantic picture of Santana and Brittney. The Latina was stood behind the ditzy blonde with her arms wrapped around her and their faces tucked in close to one another. Santana liked to act like a hard ass but everyone knew how she felt for Brittney.

The aggressive ex cheerleader hadn't left Brittney behind in Lima there would be no way on earth that she would ever have done that. She made sure that Brittney was always taken care of and she had sprung her out of Lima when she had left the town behind too. It had been there chance to really start a new life and find themselves and what they meant to one another.

Turned out what they meant to one another was a whole lot and Santana had put a ring on that girl as soon as she could.

''Where's Brittney?''

Rachel asked quietly as she had started thinking about the blonde. Brittney was a very successful dancer and seemed to always be busy either doing something on Broadway or jetting off to do music videos and she had even been on tour a couple of times. When she wasn't dancing though she liked to help out Santana in the office and Rachel knew that Brittney didn't have any dance stuff to do until next week besides to train.

''Annoying the fuck out of a restaurant that think they can railroad me.''

The Latina smirked as Rachel snickered a laugh at the thought. Brittney was a little slow sometimes but she knew how to get things done when she had been given a mission. She loved being Santana's henchman for work. God the pair of them together could actually rule the world. That was a scary thought to Rachel.

Santana leant forward and pressed one of the buttons on the base of her desk phone.

''Yeah get Daniel...''

''Darren.''

''Darren whatever-his-name-is on the phone right now regarding Rachel Berry.''

Santana didn't wait for a response from one of the handful of assistants as she pressed the button again to cut off the intercom as Rachel blinked at her.

''What?''

She huffed with a shrug.

''How do they even know who you're asking for, Santana?''

The Latina shrugged.

''It's their job to know. Don't stress how I train my staff okay Berry. You want this shit sorted out so I'm sorting it out.''

Despite the fact that Santana seemed to be very flippant about her job Rachel did actually know that she was all over every single detail. It was why Quinn trusted her with her career. The blonde had never been interested in having an army of people around her. All she wanted to do was act. Santana was in charge of the things that went on around Quinn and it worked because she knew her so well that she didn't even need to think about what she would want.

The phone began to ring and the taller woman snapped it up quickly.

''Put him through.''

There was a brief pause as the call was transferred for her.

''Yo Darren its Santana Lopez. Does there happen to be a dude in your office that looks like he could beat down Iron Man? Yeah? Good. Give him every file to do with Rachel Berry because she's firing your sorry ass via me and if you don't hand everything over Captain America over there will break your arms. Got it?''

Santana slammed down the phone feeling very happy with herself and smirked lightly as she looked across at Rachel who was starring at her with her jaw practically on the floor.

''Oh please bitch I rock my shit. I had my guy on the road the moment you sat your fine ass down in that chair. You don't think a weasel like Darren the date rapist would give up your files without a little intimidation to grease the proceedings did you?''

Rachel was gobsmacked. Okay so she was beyond gobsmacked. She knew Santana was good but she didn't know that she was that good. Maybe that was what made her such a shark. People underestimating her because she was foul mouthed and sex orientated and downright offensive not to mention she was a gorgeous woman with a hell of a body on her. It would be easy to mistake all of that combined with youth as something that could be railroaded. It would be easy for people to assume she would make mistakes because she didn't appear to be listening or actually care. But she did.

No wonder Quinn left her career in the Latina's hands. Now she saw why the blonde had suggested it. Now that Rachel was finally in the market to find new and improved representation Quinn had probably wanted Rachel to see for herself what Santana was made of.

''Represent me.''

''No.''

''Why?''

''You're a pain in the ass and if you're my client I definitely can't tap it.''

Rachel scoffed.

''Oh trust me when I say that my being your client will not be the reason that you don't get to what you so crassly term 'tap' my ass.''

Santana sighed as she nodded her head.

''You have a point I do happen to be married.''

She was goading her Rachel could tell.

''You're insufferable Lopez. You know damn well that I was referring to my current relationship status which is most definitely checking the seriously off the market box.''

The feisty brunette yelled at the other woman who had a shit eating grin on her face. Technically Santana didn't know that yet because neither she nor Quinn had told the Gleeks about their relationship yet. Despite the fact that her girlfriend suspected that Santana suspected. She always seemed to know these things. But even if she didn't the Latina was smart enough to pick up the innuendo from Rachel that she was dating.

''You can't say no to me anyway Santana. I'm a Tony award winning Broadway star, a Grammy award winning solo artist and I've broken into TV and a little film. I'm too high profile for you to turn down.''

Rachel added smugly. Santana raised a crooked eyebrow.

''Yet here you are begging me to represent you.''

Rachel opened her mouth to rant some more but Santana held up her hand to stop her before she could start.

''Save me the headache Frodo. I'll take you on. I may regret it but I think Q would have my ass if I said no. Plus, I'm the bomb and you deserve adequate representation.''

Rachel smiled.

''Can I quote you on that?''

''Kiss my ass Tiny Tim and try not to embarrass me with your functionally retarded personality okay?''

Rachel scoffed and yet again rolled her eyes but she did lean forward and shake Santana's hand. There would be a contract to go through and make sure Santana hadn't put some weird sex clause in there or something but for now this was it and it was all that was needed.