Hi everyone. I know its been a long, long, long, long LONG time since I updated but I've been really busy with University. I will continue to reassure you all however that I will not abandon my stories and that 'I See You' will be updated soon if I can get over my terrible writersblock. Thank you.

Summary: When wealthy Santana Lopez finds an injured Brittany along the path of her stately home, she takes her in, and out of pure greed and lust decides to enslave her. Is this love, and how far will Santana go to keep her? Brittana. AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Chapter 10 – Feel Good – Part 1

It was the sharp rapping of someone's knuckles on the door that stirred Santana from her rest that calm and warm lighted morning. Murmuring unhappily in her half-asleep daze she turned over in bed, intending to ignore whomever was calling on her so early, and snuggled into her pillow with a breathy sigh, slipping her arm across the mattress to grope the sheets up and around her closer. She would've gone back to sleep quite easily too if she hadn't met, instead, the curve of a rounded hip with her hand.

Darting up and out of bed, Santana grabbed her dressing gown and slung it over her shoulders, hissing vituperatively at the young servant girl who slept peacefully in her bed.

"Get up!" She moved forward and ripped the blankets from over Brittany's body. Brittany in response, mewled in surprise. She woke in an instant, looking somewhat terrified. "Get up now! I told you to leave early! Why didn't you listen to me? Stupid girl!"

"I'm...I'm sorry Mistress." Brittany bowed her head in evident shame.

Turning to the bed, Santana gripped at Brittany's wrist, shaking her. "Come on," she ordered, "get out of the bed. Someone's knocking for me and if –"

The sound of the door swinging open silenced the pandemonium between the women. Puck stood in the open doorway and at the sight before him (Santana practically pressed up over Brittany, holding her firmly by the wrist) turned his head away, as though he felt he were intruding.

"Didn't know you had company," he said quietly, a smirk in his voice, "should I leave?"

"No. It's fine. She was just leaving," Santana said. She released her hold on Brittany who sat on the edge of the bed, immobile, nervous.

"I didn't –" The blonde began to say something but Santana cut her off.

"I'll deal with you later."

"Yes Miss," Brittany mumbled and getting up off the bed, she tiptoed past the Latina and slipped out the door as fast as her long and agile legs could carry her.

Sighing, and wanting to pretend as though Puck had just not walked in on her and Brittany, no matter how innocent it was, Santana made her way over to her bedroom window and swung it open to let the air in. She hoped that Puck would've at least moved by the time she turned back around but this was not so. He was still rooted in his spot by the door, leaning against it with an arrogant grin painted across his handsome face.

"What?" She snorted.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Cat got your tongue Puckerman." Santana's voice was laced with sarcasm.

"No," Puck pushed up off the wall and strolled over to stand in front of her, shrugging his shoulders in a careless manner, "but what can I say?"

"You've misread the situation," Santana chuckled.

"Really? How can I misread what I just saw? I find you leaning over her in bed so early in the morning and you're telling me I've just misread it all?" Puck asked.

"Yeah," Santana replied, nodding.

"Did she spend the night with you?" He asked.

"That's none of your business," Santana answered shortly.

"That's a yes then," Puck laughed and then turning serious, he rubbed her arm in reassurance, "hey; it makes no difference to me if you're sleeping with her you know?"

Santana shrugged her shoulders but in her head it made all the difference. She might've wanted Brittany as a lover but she desired for no one else to know of their encounters together, not even Puck who was her trusted friend. Offering him a smile, she passed no comment on the matter and gestured to the corridor ahead.

"Shall we go and have breakfast?"

"Hmm, I suppose," Puck said in a tone of voice that spoke of how he knew she didn't really want to confide in him. Instead of pushing her for more answers, he allowed Santana to lead him out of her room and down hallway after hallway towards the dining room. They walked in a comfortable silence, one that Santana was grateful for. It gave her a few fleeting moments to herself, to think about what had gone on last night between herself and Brittany.

In retrospect's, their actions had not been all that sexual. All they'd really done was kiss and curl up into one another. It was an act of comfort – Santana calming Brittany after all that had happened with Jesse and in a way, strange as it was, taking what comfort Brittany could unintentionally give her too. Santana would never admit it to anyone but the events with Jesse yesterday had shaken her to her core. They brought back a series of unwanted memories that the Latina had tried to ignore and had done so successfully for most of her life in ruling El Palacio. As a young girl, Santana had been plagued by the most terrible of...no! She couldn't think of it. She wouldn't think of it! She was stronger than that. She would not allow herself to be weak anymore. Weakness only proved to be destruction in itself. She wouldn't be so terribly frail anymore. She'd put a stop to that the second she took over the reign of the Lopez family inheritance and she would never return to it.

Santana's train of thought came to a pause as she and Puck entered the dining room. Artie and Tina were on hand immediately, bowing them into their seats and asking what they might require for breakfast.

"Just a strong coffee for me," Santana said, waving her hand at Tina dismissively.

"I'll have a full breakfast with all the works," Puck said, "worked up quite the appetite last night and now I need rejuvenating."

Quinn strolled into the dining room, pushing drinks on a small silver trolley. She smiled softly as she caught Puck's eye. Santana saw the exchange between the pair – saw the colour rising in Quinn's cheeks and the genuine touch of tenderness in Puck's manly features – but chose to ignore it.

"Were you busy last night then?" She asked, curious.

"Oh no. I went straight to bed," Puck helped himself to a glass of orange juice, looking very pleased and smug indeed, "I only meant that the party has left me feeling a little empty." He was obviously lying.

"Hmm, yes," Santana sighed as she accepted her mug of coffee from Tina with no more than a nod for a thank you, "it was an interesting evening to say the least."

"Interesting?" Puck laughed, "you attacked Jesse St James. Not that he didn't deserve it."

"Exactly and I'd do it again and again and again! How dare he come into my house and fix to entertain himself with my staff."

Puck leant back in his chair, eyes still locked on Quinn as she stepped around the table, setting out cutlery and other things required for the breakfast.

"I'd be careful if I were you Santana. Jesse isn't someone to be trifled with and you know it. You've never exactly been friends before but now...well, after last night I get the feeling you may have made a very powerful enemy."

"Ha! Let him come at me with all he's got," Santana huffed, "I'm not afraid of him. You'd do the same if you were in my position or anyone else for that matter. Quinn?" She turned to the young blonde woman who jumped in surprised at being addressed. "If you were in my shoes and you knew someone was fooling around with your servants what would you have done to make the matter go disappear?" She'd purposely asked Quinn's opinion for she knew that the affair between she and Puck had never died away completely. Although it annoyed Santana, she would never put a stop to it for what was out of her sight was out of her mind but she would, of course, make Quinn uncomfortable in questioning her.

Santana was successful, of course. Quinn flushed a very deep shade of crimson and began to stammer helplessly, "well...I...I wouldn't know Mistress. It's entirely...up...up t...t...to you."

"We all agreed with your motives behind harming Mr St James Mistress," Artie cut in, nodding eagerly, "he deserved it after what he did to poor Brittany."

"Yeah, and I'm sure Brittany was grateful," Tina added.

"And so all of you should be," Santana said, sipping her coffee, "I protected you all from that horrible, horrible man."

"Mr St James was very angry when he left last night." Artie sounded apprehensive.

Santana smiled, proud. The conversation that passed between her servants was interesting to say the least and it stirred in her senses a feeling of triumph and great superiority. She never failed to prove her prowess in the house and though her servants feared her they also respected her for keeping them safe and honing control over them. She liked moments like this...when her servants appeared to be like real human beings. She allowed them to talk so that she could indulge in some normality herself. She enjoyed it, though she would never admit to it.

Santana's mind strayed back to the room and she caught part of what Rachel, who must've entered the room during her time of thought, was saying, "...and he said that if he ever saw another member of this household again he'd likely to be arrested for murder."

"What?" Santana stood, puzzled, "who said this?"

Rachel stood just beside Puck, holding his breakfast in her hands. She froze beneath her Mistress's harsh, questioning gaze, looking very, very timorous.

"Mr St James," she answered quietly, "he was furious as he left the house. He swore such terrible things Mistress. It almost made me scared."

"About Brittany?"

"Especially her, Miss Santana," Rachel went on, "all of us."

"Hmm," Santana turned to Puck, "do you think I need to hire more guards? I only have Sam and Finn."

"You should be fine. I doubt Jesse is gonna try his luck again." Puck shook his head.

"I just worry," Santana said, "for their safety more than my own." She motioned to the likes of Artie and Tina who were perhaps the most breakable of her small working foundation.

"Just keep your eyes and ears open," Puck told her, "besides you humiliated him in front of hundreds of people last night. I get the feeling he's gonna lay low for a while."

Santana sat back down in her chair, relaxing at the reassuring tone in Puck's voice. Nodding she said, "you're probably right," though in truth, her mind strayed to Brittany and her servants. If Jesse was really on the warpath, how could she protect them?

...GLEE.

It had turned out to be a pleasant day in all accounts and one that Santana had enjoyed sharing with Puck. After breakfast the pair had taken a long and easy drive out to the market of Mérida, talking and laughing amongst themselves, relishing in each other's company as they wandered from stall to stall on foot. Then, returning, they had gone horseback riding, chasing and racing through the vast grounds of the Lopez house, jeering and teasing and merely behaving like children...a rare and beautiful sight to see in Santana. Afterwards, exhausted and spent, they'd lolled in one of the many Jacuzzi's together back at El Palacio, sipping wine and discussing in detail their various sexual experiences with women, boasting to one another quite proudly.

Now, clean, satisfied and a little tired, the friends found themselves in the quietness of the library, having a rather competitive game of chess as the sun sank below the mountains of Venezuela.

"Just admit defeat Lopez and let's call it quits," Puck taunted, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, arrogant.

"Not yet," Santana said, staring down at the board hard, trying to decide her next best shot at taking control of the game, "I still have a few moves in me."

Puck chuckled and gestured with his hands in an open invitation, clearly convinced in his impending win.

"So," Santana said musingly, "when can I expect results in your search on Brittany?"

"I'll be leaving for home tomorrow," Puck muttered, "so I'll start looking into her case then. Shouldn't be too long."

"Good. Just the thought of waiting makes me nervous."

"And so you should be. Lying to her."

Santana looked up and snorted, "how sanctimonious of you. I didn't know you were so saintly."

"You know I don't care what you're doing Santana. Brittany is your property and you can do what you like to her. I'm just warning you. People don't take kindly to being lied to."

"Yeah," Santana said, "but it's for her own good. She's safe her, away from harm. Jesse recognised her last night which can only mean one thing. She was captured by his slave snatchers. She must've been held in one of his barracks. There's probably talk in his company of an escaped slave. If he realises it's hers then we're done for."

"Why? He can't take her back," Puck snapped defensively, "he's got no proof for one that she was one of his slave girls and what's more, she might not be one of his slaves. This is just a theory of yours."

"True," Santana said, for in such an illegal business there were no accounts or data taken in the capture and deliveries of purchases. That would only aid authorities in the quest to put an end to these particular enterprises, "but I can't take the risk. I want to know everything I can about her so as to truly be able to keep these lies in place."

"I'll get things in order, don't worry," Puck said.

Santana moved her only remaining Knight casually across the board and sat back with a sigh in her chair, content with the direction she'd taken in the game.

"So, what were you doing this morning when I walked in on you?" Puck queried, his gaze now locked on the chess board in concentration.

"We weren't doing anything. We just spent the night together...no funny business. Brittany was still shook up after everything that happened yesterday."

"I see," Puck said, "and you still maintain that you don't want anything from her."

"You know I do," Santana answered, "but I'm trying to be careful how I bring it about."

"You own her," Puck cried as he set his face in hands, clearly frustrated, "I've said this before. Just take her and do what you want. She can't argue with you. She can't."

Santana knew that Puck spoke the truth but the guilt of her previous lies to Brittany kept her from initiating anything sexual between them. She would take the blonde eventually as her own sex slave but it was how she did it that was the problem. Santana had to be sly. She had to careful.

"I won't be like Jesse," she said, and something of the past crept up in the back of her mind again, teasing her, ominous. She remembered being a child. She remembered the fear. The hot scent of the chase...of someone creeping up...sneaking up...no! It was too terrible. "I won't force her. I have to trick her into it."

Puck looked up from the board, eyebrows raised, "what? You gonna fabricate more lies."

Santana shrugged her shoulders, "if I have to," she said and then something new sparked in her keen and intelligent mind and with it came another lie, perhaps more dark and sinister than the last.

"What you thinking?"

"Hmm...I'm not sure yet," Santana said, "but it might just work."

...GLEE.

Sitting alone on one of the many grand staircases of El Palacio, Brittany tried to make sense of what was now her very messed up life. The real trouble was, she couldn't remember her life before the accident and so it was hard to decipher whether it had always been so exhausting, existing in this world of serving and obeying.

Leaning back, the blonde closed her eyes and breathed a sigh, humming gently under her breath and listening to the stillness around her. The surface of the staircase was brilliantly cool, seeping through her dress and into her skin with an edge that was satisfying to her senses. The quiet set her heart in a steady pace, relaxing her, making her feel as though she were just some normal girl, sitting around and doing nothing in particular...having the freedom to do nothing in particular.

"Brittany?" A surprised voice broke through the silence, startling the youngster. Opening her eyes and looking up, she found Sam standing at the top of the stairs, looking down on her with a warm and soft smile. "What are you doing down here?" He made his way down the stairs and came to sit beside her, keeping his distance but all the while looking very pleased with himself.

"Hi Sam," Brittany said, feeling anxious all of a sudden, "I was just having some me time I guess."

"Ah I know how that feels. Sometimes you just wanna escape huh?"

Brittany smiled, "yeah but we all know that's never gonna happen. I mean, look at me. I've run away twice already. I'm surprised the Mistress hasn't just gotten rid of me."

"She wouldn't do that." Sam looked uncomfortable.

"I don't know why?" Brittany muttered, "I'd have done it. She was so angry when I ran away again. Maybe it was because I got so hurt the time before. You know I still can't remember anything before my accident. I try and try so hard Sam but...it's as if my entire life has been wiped from my memory."

Sam fidgeted, grimacing. He looked as though he wanted to say something but Brittany knew better than to ask him. No one ever seemed to give her a straight answer in El Palacio.

"Do you think I'll ever settle down here?" She asked instead, "will I ever get the feeling like I belong here?"

"You do belong," Sam said, "course you do."

Brittany shook her head, not believing a word that the other servant said. Sighing, she reached her hand out and took hold of Sam's, squeezing it.

"Thanks for everything Sam. You're a good friend, you know that?"

"Yeah," Sam swallowed, looking down at their joined hands, "friends. Listen Brittany –"

At that moment, the sound of pounding footsteps resounded down the stairs and Mistress Santana appeared before them, looking livid at the sight of their joined hands.

"Mistress," Sam said, standing and bowing.

"Aren't you meant to be on guard duty Samuel?" The Latina asked – no – demanded.

"Um...yes Mistress," Sam stammered, "I was on my way there when I...I met Brittany. She looked a little down so I thought I'd tr...try and cheer her up."

"Oh how nice of you," Santana simpered sarcastically, "now move!"

Sam bowed and scampered off, throwing Brittany an apologetic look over his shoulder. Brittany almost wished he didn't have to go. She hated these moments alone with her Mistress because of everything that seemed to go on between them.

"That boy sticks to you like a leech!" Santana looked angry.

Brittany stood with a meek dutiful smile, trying not to show how nervous she was.

"Sam means no harm Miss," she mumbled.

"I don't like how he skulks around you," Santana admitted, eyes flashing, "he should learn his place. I'm the superior being in this house."

Brittany made her way up the stairs to stand in front of Santana, trembling uncontrollably. The Mistress simply rendered her beyond thought and action. Every time she was near it set Brittany's body into overdrive, terrified.

"He's just trying to help," the blonde said quietly, "I appreciate it."

Santana's glared. "Appreciate it hmm? Perhaps I should have a word with him. Make him understand whose boss around here."

"Please Miss Santana," Brittany implored. She could see Santana's rising irritation but she didn't know how to dissuade her from doing anything serious or reckless. "Sam is just helping me. I like having him around sometimes and –"

"I might just have him removed from the house. I could even –" Brittany didn't even know what possessed her to do it but it was immediate. She took one more step up to her Mistress and with a deep and shaky breath captured her mouth in a quick and spontaneous kiss. Santana made a noise that was half way between surprise and pleasure and instead of pushing Brittany away like the servant expected, responded by wrapping her arms around her waist to draw her closer.

It was a strange experience for Brittany, despite the fact that she had kissed her Mistress before. It somehow felt different here and now and whether it was because Brittany was the one initiating the kiss or because Santana was being surprisingly gentle with her, she did not know and perhaps would never understand. All she knew was that she liked it.

Santana's lips were soft against her own. She kissed Brittany as though in that moment she might not be her Mistress – as though they were equals. Bringing her arms up, she cupped Brittany's neck, nuzzling their noses together and nibbling tenderly on her bottom lip as a way to entice her servants lips open. Brittany murmured in protest for a moment and pulled back, anxious.

Santana opened her eyes, lazy and half-hooded, and smiled.

"Shh," she whispered, "come here." It was ever so temperate and it was this that brought Brittany to her again, going quite willingly. The brunette set a soft kiss to Brittany's mouth, natural and calm. Smiling in response against her Mistress's lips, Brittany allowed Santana to deepen the kiss, meeting her tongue with her own in a hungry whimper. She felt Santana's hands on her waist, pushing her back until they met the hard cushion of the wall. It was there they continued to kiss, constantly capturing one another's mouth up fervidly, hands travelling everywhere, moans turning into hushed murmurs and whispers.

Rachel's loud voice sounded in the distance not too far away. Pulling away, Santana turned her head to the sound, listening closely. Brittany took in her lips, swollen from kissing, and held in a contented sigh. She looked beautiful.

"We'd best not draw attention to ourselves here," the Mistress said quietly, "but I would like to see you tonight. We have things to discuss."

Brittany nodded as it seemed to be the only thing she could do.

"Come to my room," Santana ordered, "about 9:00pm."

"Yes Miss," Brittany muttered, nodding her head softly. She put the fact that her Mistress had sent her away quite angrily from her room that morning. Maybe it wouldn't be the same this time.

Smiling, Santana leant forward and set one small kiss upon Brittany's lips before pulling away, turning on her heel and ascending the staircase again, disappearing around the corner as soon as she reached the top.

Brittany almost sunk down against the wall, needing its support. Her heart was hammering in her chest and her breath was sharp and uncontrollable. What was wrong with her? Why did Santana keep doing this to her? She was completely toying with her emotions. It was just exhausting...too exhausting for Brittany.

Groaning and clutching her head, Brittany wheezed uncomfortably. Her body was tingling all over in pleasure and she wondered whether Santana would always bring out these feelings in her. She hoped not. It made her feel weak. It made her feel good.

I wanted to continue this chapter but feel as though it needed to end here so I'll post the second part up as soon as is possible. Please review guys and let me know what you think.