Santana woke to the sound of a fist knocking on the front door. The sharp raps echoed around the otherwise silent house, and upon the second set of knocks, the Latina felt the body next to her jolt. Claire's head lifted off of the pillow and she groaned immediately, bringing a hand to her temple.
"What's that?" The teenager asked groggily, attempting to blink the sleep out of her eyes. Santana rose up out of bed immediately and pulled her housecoat on over her nightgown.
"Someone's at the door. Stay up here until I come to get you, alright? Actually, go into the guest room with Quinn and Rachel. Make sure they know not to come downstairs." Santana replied quickly, pulling Claire out of bed and ushering her across the hallway. As soon as she shut the door behind Claire, she raced downstairs and felt her stomach twist as she eyed the St. James carriage out the window. Managing to put on a blank expression and pushing what she had learned last night to the back of her mind, Santana hurried to answer the door.
"Jesse, this is a surprise. What are you doing here so early?" She asked upon opening the door. The man looked a bit taken back by her bluntness at first, but quickly regained his composure.
"I'm here to inform you of something I think you should know. May I come in?" He asked, already taking a step towards the doorway. Santana hesitated for a second before stepping aside and gesturing for him to enter. Praying that the three girls upstairs would stay quiet, she led her newest guest into the kitchen and sat down at the table with him.
"So what is it you felt was so important to wake me up for?" Santana questioned, lacing her voice with irritability. Jesse arched an eyebrow at her tone and leaned back in his chair.
"Your friend, Quinn Fabray? She purchased the garbage I bought from you over a month ago and I recently ran into both of them in town. I believe she may have some sort of disgusting affair going on with it." Santana locked her jaw at the man's words and willed herself to stay calm.
"Is that so?"
"From what I could gather. The slave was wearing one of her dresses for God's sake. I figure maybe if you had a word with her, you could convince her to sell her back to my plantation, where she deserves to be." Santana tilted her head back at the proposition and then cocked it to the side questioningly.
"Jesse, why are you so concerned with one single slave?" The Latina asked, searching the young man's face. The curly haired owner pursed his lips and sighed.
"I made that slave mine when I bought her, Ms. Lopez. Quinn may think this whole new abolition lifestyle is great, but we've been doing things the same way for years. The slave belongs to me and I made sure she knew it. I'm not about to let that stupid blonde woman make her think she has freewill." Jesse scoffed, shaking his head at the thought of it. Santana was forced to dig her nails into her own forearm in an attempt to keep herself under control.
"Well, I'll be sure to have a talk with Quinn the next time I see her." The Latina said calmly. Jesse nodded, looking a bit disappointed that she hadn't reacted as extremely as he had hoped. It took several seconds before he moved onto his next motive for showing up on her estate.
"I also wanted to drop bye and ask if you had thought about my business offers since our talk." Santana stared blankly for a few seconds before her eyes widened in realization. She had completely forgotten about Jesse's proposal to buy her crops.
"You know, I'm going to have to get back to you on that. I've been quite busy lately and haven't really had time to review the contract. That was actually one of the things I had planned to do today. So if you'll excuse me, I need to start my work." Santana said bluntly, standing up from her kitchen table and walking towards the door. She smirked, a bit pleased, when she heard the man following her obediently.
"I'll be in touch with you shortly. On both matters." The raven haired girl stated, opening the front door. Jesse nodded his understanding and exited the mansion. The moment his carriage pulled out of the driveway, Santana bolted upstairs.
"Is everything okay?" Quinn asked the moment Santana opened the guest room door. The Latina nodded and glanced around the room. Claire was lying on the bed next to Rachel, and it was obvious that the two of them were trying to sleep off their hangovers.
"She fell asleep as soon as you shoved her in here." The blonde explained, following Santana's gaze to the bed. The Latina nodded and then pulled Quinn outside, shutting the door quietly behind them.
"It was Jesse." Santana said softly, crossing her arms and leaning back against the door. Quinn didn't look the least bit surprised.
"I assume he told you about the incident in the store?" She asked. Santana nodded and sighed.
"He thinks he's the only one fucking worthy enough to own her. Like she's his own fucking property even though he sold her to you." Santana spat out angrily. The anger she had been suppressing was finally making its appearance and her face turned a dark red.
"Santana, I know you're mad. I'm upset too. But you can't afford to lose it right now-"
"Do you know what he did to her?" Santana demanded, cutting the blonde off. Quinn's eyes widened and she shrugged.
"Well yeah, we both saw her. She was in pretty bad shape." Santana shook her head and sighed shakily. Tears pricked in her eyes and threatened to spill over and she hurried to blink them away.
"He made her have sex with him. He fucking raped her Quinn." The Latina hissed, fists clenching once again. Quinn froze and Santana watched as her expression changed to one of confusion to one of disgust.
"Did she tell you?"
"She told me last night while she was drunk." Santana replied. Quinn nodded and then was silent for a few seconds.
"Did you two…?" The blonde's voice trailed off and she searched Santana's face questioningly.
"No. She was completely out of it last night and it wouldn't have been right." She replied immediately. Quinn nodded, and Santana couldn't help but notice the relieved look on her face.
"Should we tell her now?" The blonde suggested. Santana thought for a moment before shaking her head.
"Let her sleep off the wine. No sense stressing her out right now."
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