Sorry...this is short and late. All I can say is I'm going to try to post something significantly longer next...it's been a rough one...
I own mistakes, not glee...
Enjoy!
"So, you're saying I've got to beat the devil at like what...? Chess? Checkers? Tiddlywinks?" Santana shrugged exasperated by the information that Shelby and Taharial had just given her. She was suppose to beat the devil at a game? What in all hell? What could she possibly purpose that he didn't already know of and master? Some loophole!
"Hey," Rachel spoke softly covering her hand with her own, "we'll find a way."
Santana smiled softly when Rachel squeezed her hand, but still sighed, "I'd like to think so…we know one thing for sure he's not going to get you too."
"I have no doubt that you'll do everything within your power to keep our child safe," Shelby interrupted their moment, "but something else has happened…"
"What?" Santana 's eyes darkened.
"Brittany and Quinn were tricked by Puck and now he's holding them captive." Shelby answered.
"Well, we have to go get them…we have to rescue them." Rachel stood up passionately.
"They can take care of themselves, Quinn has skills and Brittany…well, Brittany's with her and I'm sure that Quinn will take care of this." Taharial finally spoke.
"Don't belittle Britts, like she's helpless or less than your precious Quinn." Santana sneered at the Angel.
"All I'm saying is that they'll be fine." He shrugged off her words.
"But, what if they're not…? I mean this is all my fault…"
"No, it's not honey," Shelby smiled gently, "it's just because these idiots think that this is all a game about souls and they want to be the winner."
Taharial scoffed. "You make it sound so simple…"
"And it's not?" Santana growled disliking the man's attitude. "It's not a fucking game? And we're all not a bunch of pawns?"
Taharial turned a hard brown glare on the Latina. His jaw clenched and mouth set in a heavy frown.
"One side sets you up, twists and lies to you and the other sets the standards so impossibly high that you're doomed to fail. It's a no win situation."
"Santana…" Rachel whispered retaking her seat and rubbing gentle circles on Santana's hand.
Santana knew that she wasn't in complete control of her anger, but she was so tired of all of this bullshit. She was definitely tired of Taharial's attitude. She tried not to allow herself to get this angry ever. The last time it had happened she's scorched a section under the school bleachers. She tried to reign in the fire that she could feel growing in the pit of her stomach.
"Calm down 'spawn." Taharial said gruffly effectively angering her even more.
"Shut-up." Rachel spoke harshly at the man that was suppose to be her father.
"She has to pull her power back or can't you feel that's she's not fully in control?"
"Santana is fine; she's not going to hurt anyone…" Rachel's voice said absolutely.
"I.."
"I think it's wisest if you were to cease talking now…" Shelby whispered standing slowly and taking a step back and motioning for the Angel to do the same.
"Santana," Rachel started looking at the other woman whose head was bowed and whose body was vibrating with anger, "I know you're frustrated. I'm frustrated as well. It's not fair that our lives are being played with. It's not right, but it is what we're dealing with; but we're dealing with it. I can't do this without you San, okay, I'm not strong enough, so I need you to tuck this anger away so that we can go and rescue our friends."
"I don't even like Quinn, much less consider her a friend…" Santana mumbled as her body stopped trembling.
"Ok, amendment so we can go rescue our friend and our-Quinn…and if you save her life you can lord it over her forever." Rachel smirked kissing Santana's still hot temple.
"That does sound good." The Latina lifted her head and winked at the other woman.
"This is the woman that's going to protect my daughter…" Taharial grumbled.
"We can hear you, you know. You can't stake a claim on me. I'm an orphan. I've been an orphan since the day you forced my—Shelby to leave me outside a church. Do you even understand what growing up without a family is like? No, I guess you don't. Well, let me just tell you it sucks. It makes you have all sorts of identity crisis and abandonment issues! So, don't walk in here and act like just because you have a halo you run the show, because you don't. And you don't get to pass judgment on Santana." Rachel glared at the man crossing her arms over her chest.
"I—I…" The man stumbled over his reply. "…I did what I thought was right to keep you safe."
"Well, I'm an adult so now I make my own choices." Rachel shrugged.
"I see…" His jaw worked.
"Good, now how are we going to pull off this daring liberation extravaganza?"
"I think rescue is a good enough description." Santana smiled kissing right below Rachel's ear.
Next: The Daring Liberation Extravaganza!
Because I know how I want this to end it's so enjoyable everytime I write a piece...cuz I'm getting closer to it!
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