Claire groaned and rolled over, squinting against the blinding sunlight that was streaming through the window. A bolt of pain shot through her head and she quickly brought her hands up in front of her eyes. Blurred memories from the previous night flashed through her mind and she struggled to put the broken memories into something understandable. It was when she rolled back over to find Rachel passed out next to her that everything fit together.

"You're an asshole." Claire mumbled, shoving Rachel off the bed and then rolling out herself. She walked around to find Rachel rubbing her eyes and moaning in pain.

"What?" The shorter brunette whined, sitting up slowly and putting her hand on her obviously now aching back. Claire rolled her eyes and pulled her up off of the floor.

"You don't remember? You told Santana about what happened between Quinn and me." The teenager hissed. Rachel's eyes widened in realization and before she could start apologizing, the door opened.

"Woah, Claire, back off." Quinn ordered, walking into the room and pulling the teenager away from Rachel. The brunette glanced at her gratefully and then sat down on the bed, rubbing her temples.

"I wasn't going to hurt her. I have a right to be upset, don't I?" Claire said defensively, glaring at Rachel before turning her attention to Quinn. The look in the blonde's eyes immediately softened her demeanor and she finally let her body relax a bit.

"Yes, I suppose you do. But it's probably best that she found out. Hiding it from her wouldn't have been right." Quinn reasoned. Claire sighed and walked over to the window on the room's far wall. She pulled the blinds shut before the sunlight could give her any more of a headache.

"Can I talk to you in private?" The dark haired teenager asked, shooting an annoyed look at Rachel. The shorter of the two glanced away sheepishly and left the room before Quinn could even respond.

"Alright, you can't keep acting like that to her. She didn't mean to do anything. She was drunk and had a lot of pent up anger. She was with Santana longer than you and this is all new for her too. So be nice." Quinn pointed out as she walked over to the door and shut it. Claire shrugged and finally sat back down on the bed. She watched as Quinn took the spot next to her and then squirmed away a bit obviously.

"What was that about?" Quinn asked bluntly. Claire sighed and drew her knees up to her chest, avoiding eye contact with the blonde. She was having trouble deciding whether the hangover or Quinn being near her, but her stomach was churning.

"I just…I tried to sleep with Santana last night and being-"

"You did what?" Quinn demanded. Claire flinched and clenched her eyes shut.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I was so drunk and I felt bad about kissing you and she was being so nice-"

"You don't have to have sex with anyone simply because they're nice to you." The blonde stated almost angrily.

"I know that. I've never had that option before though." Claire admitted. Quinn opened her mouth to speak, but found herself at a loss for words. Finally, she decided to bring up what Santana had told her earlier.

"I know about Jesse…and what he did to you." Silence rested between them heavily after Quinn spoke. The blonde was studying her for any sign of reaction, but she couldn't find a trace of any emotion on Claire's face. Finally, the younger of the two spoke.

"He didn't do anything that hadn't been done before. Ask anyone who had the same life as me and they'll tell you the same thing." She replied indifferently. Quinn pursed her lips and shook her head at the casual tone in her voice.

"That doesn't make what he did right. Good God, stop thinking like a slave because you're not anymore." She said, frustration lacing her voice. Claire stood up and walked across the room, stopping at the door.

"I told you, it doesn't work like that." She muttered before opening the door and walking out into the hallway. She froze when she saw Santana just reaching the top of the staircase. The Latina stopped as well and the two girls exchanged awkward glances.

"Claire, I need to tell you something." Santana said calmly. The teenager nodded and stared at her expectantly. Santana hesitated before continuing.

"Jesse came here this morning."

"What?" Claire's eyes widened and Santana watched as she started to panic. The older of the two cleared her last few steps and put her hand on Claire's arm. The calming gesture was of so use. She pulled out of her grasp easily and hurried to the nearest window.

"He knows I'm here, he knows Quinn is here. I need to leave." Claire murmured fearfully. Santana shook her head and hurried up beside her before she could get any worse.

"No he doesn't. He doesn't know either of you are here. That's why I put you in the guest room this morning with Quinn. She already knows, and we're going to tell Rachel soon. He still thinks I'm on his side, okay? Everything's alright." The Latina assured her quickly. Claire turned to look at her and her grip on the window sill loosened considerably.

"Are you sure he doesn't know? What did he say?" Santana sighed and put her hand on Claire's lower back.

"He said that he thinks you and Quinn are having an affair, and he finds it disgusting. I told him I'd talk to her about it," Santana's voice dropped a bit. "Are you two trying for a relationship? Because I'm not going to impose on that."

"I don't know. I don't think so. And about last night…I'm so, so sorry." Claire stammered, turning and glancing at Santana with apologetic eyes. The Latina smiled gently and rubbed her younger companions back.

"You don't have to apologize. You were drunk and upset and sometimes you're allowed to be drunk and upset." Santana chuckled. A flicker of a smile crossed Claire's face and she nodded.

"If we don't stop this now, Fabray could be the start of one of those damned abolition movements. She needs to be stopped now and this little bitch needs to be sold back to a labor farm where she belongs." Jesse snarled, staring at the men around his table. Each of them nodded and grumbled agreements among themselves. The group had gone through several rounds of alcohol that evening and were in exactly the state that Jesse wanted them in.

"So what do you want to do?" One of the drunkards asked, leaning back in his chair and taking another sip of his drink.

"I think we should go to her damn property and set things straight. And more importantly, get back my property." Jesse replied, careful watching the other men for their reactions. To his pleasure, they once again agreed.

"So just barge in and take her? We could do that? That fucking dumb blonde doesn't even have guards." Another one of the men laughed. Jesse smirked and nodded.

"That's exactly the plan gentlemen. Exactly."

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