"Claire?" Santana asked quietly, wondering if the girl was still even conscious. To her surprise, Claire's eyes were opened and were now locked unsteadily on her. The Latina took a step forward, but stopped when the other girl flinched.

"Claire….I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Santana said quietly. Claire stared at her in confusion and uncertainty.

"Do you want to come inside?" Santana offered, wondering if there was anything she could do to make her more comfortable.

"I can't stand." Claire replied in a nearly silent voice. Santana felt her stomach twist with guilt.

"Alright. I'll be out in the morning to check on you. Send Mike or someone else into the house if you need anything." The Latina said as she turned and opened the cabin door. She could feel tears welling in her eyes and she desperately blinked them away.

Santana avoided eye contact with her other slaves as she exited the cabin. She knew she had ruined everything. She had seen the look in Claire's eyes. The distrust. The fear. The pain. Solutions flew through her mind on how she could handle this, but none of them seemed to work. Telling Claire how she really felt would probably end in disaster. Maybe she could ask Quinn to take her away to her plantation. That could work. She wouldn't have to worry about anything happening to her, and she wouldn't have to worry about hurting her herself. But now that Quinn knew how Santana felt about her….the odds of her taking Claire were unlikely.

Santana opened the door to her house and walked in, finding Quinn still sitting at the kitchen table, except she had made to mugs of tea. The Latina sat down in the chair next to her and took a sip of the hot drink, seemingly oblivious to it burning her mouth. Quinn waited patiently for her to say something.

"She hates me."

"Did she say so?"

"No."

"Then you don't know that yet."

"How could she not Quinn?"

"She'll forgive you."

"You didn't see the look in her eyes. She hates me Quinn. She has to." Quinn stood up as soon as Santana had finished her sentence.

"Alright, enough of this. Go to bed. We'll sort this out in the morning." The blonde ordered, taking Santana's mug and dumping the rest of the contents out. Santana knew better than to argue with her, so she obliged and started towards her bedroom.

Santana lie in her bed, wide awake, staring at her ceiling. She was fighting the urge to run out into the night and check on Claire. It took her several reminders for her to realize that her other slaves were out there with her and would come and get her if something went wrong. Finally, Santana was able to drift off into a restless sleep.


Santana was the first to rise in her household the next day. She dressed quickly, not particularly caring about her appearance for the day. The Latina didn't bother with breakfast, knowing that when Quinn woke up, she could feed herself. Instead, she had her coachman ready a carriage and started into town. She had the man park outside of the town store and hurried inside. Some of the locals seemed surprised to find her in there, but Santana didn't care. She hurried to buy bandages, a few jars of medicine, as well as a few other things she needed around the house. After completing her purchase, the Latina made her way over to the bar across the street and bought a bottle of whiskey as well. She was going to need it.

Santana loaded her purchases back into the carriage and the journey back to her estate began. It seemed to take much longer this time, as she waited anxiously for her estate to come into view. The Latina began wishing she had checked on Claire before taking off, but she knew Quinn would be capable of taking care of things while she was gone. Nevertheless, when the carriage stopped in front of her estate, Santana practically leapt out of it.

Not bothering to take her bags in the house first, Santana simply carried them out to the cabin with her. Mike was working at pumping water into a bucket and looked up as his mistress approached. Santana looked at him and he understood the silent question.

"She's doing alright. Rachel took her out to stretch her legs this morning and she walked out to the edge of the field without a lot of trouble. But there's been a lot of bleeding still." Mike informed her quietly. Something was off about him and Santana could tell he didn't trust her anymore, not that she could blame him.

"Thank you Michael." Santana replied as she turned towards the cabin door. He nodded and followed her with the pail of water.

Rachel and Claire both looked up as Santana entered, with Mike close behind. Rachel averted her eyes immediately, while Claire held Santana's gaze a bit longer before looking back at the ground. She was positioned on her stomach, obviously trying not to cause any more blood to seep through the already stained bandages.

"We'll do it if you'd like, Miss Santana." Mike said. He voice wasn't exactly offering to do it; it was more assertive. Santana handed him the bandages and medicine she had purchased, realizing it was probably better for Claire if she didn't do it anyway. The Asian boy nodded curtly as he took the medical supplies and kneeled down next to Claire. She managed to sit up, wincing as she did so and looking at Santana again. This time, the Latina was the first to look away, as she turned and left the cabin.


Quinn was waiting for Santana when she came back into the house. "Where were you?" The blonde asked, eyeing the bags in Santana's hand, as well as the bottle of whiskey.

"Town. I needed to pick up a few things." The Latina replied quietly.

"I see that. Did you talk to her yet?"

"A bit. Well no, not really." Santana admitted, sitting her things down on the kitchen table before going to one of her cupboards and retrieving a few glasses. The Latina sat back down at the table and started opening the whiskey.

"I went out and checked on her this morning while you were gone. She asked where you were." Quinn said, watching as Santana poured the alcohol into the two glasses, and then watching in amusement as Santana nearly dropped the bottle.

"She asked for me?" The Latina asked in shock. Quinn nodded before taking her glass and sipping at it. Santana wasted no time in downing hers as well. Maybe things could be fixed.

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