"Here she comes." Quinn murmured, looking out the carriage window at Santana's estate. They had been in her driveway for less than six seconds, and Santana was already walking down off of her porch. The blonde turned from the window to look at the girl across from her.
"I can't do this. Can we please go?" Claire blurted out, eyes glued to the approaching figure outside. Quinn's eyes widened in surprise. She quickly stood up and opened the door to peek her head outside.
"There's been a change of plans, we need to go back to my estate, now." Quinn ordered before slamming it shut. Within seconds, the carriage lurched forward again and the blonde watched her approaching friend's expression turn into one of confusion.
"Want to tell me what that was about?" Quinn asked calmly as she relaxed back into her seat. Claire sighed and didn't answer for a while.
"She says she has these 'feelings' for me, but she keeps hurting me. Just over and over again, and it doesn't seem right. I just don't want to go back there and get shipped off again or beaten to death or something." The teenager explained, staring out the window as they reached the end of Santana's driveway and pulled out onto the dirt road.
"I understand that. And that's why you're free to stay with me if you want, for as long as you want. I doubt she'll be happy about it, but like you said, she's not exactly deserving of you." Quinn replied simply. Claire looked a bit taken back by the hospitality, but nodded.
"I, um, thank you. I'll do whatever work you want me to, Santana taught me some household-" Quinn chuckled and cut her off before she could get any further.
"Alright, the first thing you're going to do is recover. You weigh as much as a small child, and I'm pretty sure you have a few broken bones. Then we can talk about getting you back to work, if that's what you want." The blonde said. Claire, once again looked surprise, but nodded. The rest of the travel time to Quinn's property was filled with silence.
"Come on, I'll show you to the guest room." Quinn stood and got out of the carriage first before extending her hand to help Claire down. It was then that she realized the girl still had her wrists shackled behind her back and quickly got out the keys Jesse had given her.
"Thanks." Claire mumbled as her arms were released and she weakly got down out of the carriage with Quinn's help. She followed the older girl into her huge house and looked around uncertainly. Quinn's house seemed exceptionally empty, and it occurred to Claire that she hadn't seen any signs of slaves around.
"Do…do you have servants or anything?" Claire asked as they walked through her living room. Quinn glanced back at her and shook her head.
"I freed them all a few years ago. I don't exactly…believe in them I suppose." She explained as they walked up the stairs together. Upon seeing that the younger girl was having a bit of trouble, Quinn wrapped a supportive arm around her thin waist. Eventually, they made it to the spare bedroom and Quinn rooted through the dresser and handed her a change of clothes.
"Go ahead and get some rest. My room is straight down the hall, so come and get me if you need anything." The older girl said before leaving Claire alone to change. After lingering outside the door for a few seconds, Quinn walked back downstairs.
Several minutes later, Quinn was comfortably reading through a book and sipping a glass of wine in her living room. The sun was starting to set and she had a feeling Claire was already asleep. She planned on having Dr. Schuester come and take a look at her in the morning. Just then, there was a knock on the front door. Quinn sighed, knowing who it was without having to open it.
"Yes Santana?" Quinn asked as she opened the front door to see the fiery Latina standing there. Before Santana could try to come in, the blonde walked forward onto the porch and shut the door behind her.
"What the hell? Didn't you get her?" Santana demanded. Quinn sighed and averted her gaze.
"She didn't want to go back to your home yet. Santana, you have to understand what you did to her. She doesn't trust you, and quite honestly she doesn't have a reason to." The shorter girl replied firmly. Santana's expression faltered and she didn't speak for a few seconds.
"So she's here?" The Latina asked quietly.
"Yes. She's upstairs, probably sleeping. I'm going to have Schuester come out and see her tomorrow morning. Don't you think it might be a good idea to let me look after her for a while? Let her recover before you try anything with her. She's probably terrified and confused, and being around you right away could make that worse." Quinn pointed out gently. Santana looked crushed, but she wasn't about to just give in and hand Claire over. For now, making sure Santana didn't fuck up the tiny chance she had with the girl was her main objective.
"Yeah. Yeah, you're right." Santana admitted quietly. Quinn gave her a gentle smile and pulled her in for a hug.
"The important thing is that she's safe now. If it's meant to be, it'll work out." Quinn murmured into her friend's shoulder. Santana nodded and pulled back.
"Thank you. Just…keep me posted about her, please?"
"Of course." Quinn smiled. Santana nodded gratefully before glancing longingly at the door. With that, the Latina turned around and went back to her carriage.
So I got a few messages and one or two reviews in favor of her staying with Quinn. Once again, feel free to give your input, cause it's honestly what I use to write the story.