A/N: Lady Bey is just my shit lately...don't hate on it.

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Oh and behold a six month JUMP ;)

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-A


I Care (Beyoncé)


Quinn's POV


Six fucking months.

That's how long I had existed with Snix fighting me every step of the way.

But I still got her cleared for three counts of attempted murder and aggravated assault, with the help of one of my best professors.

There was no way that she could have gotten off if she didn't do such a good job being such an asshole.

If she didn't do such a good job at proving just how different she was from the woman who I loved more than life.

The very fact that she was able to be so different from herself had shown the prosecution and witnesses that she was in deed someone different.

She had to spend six months in a facility until she could be proven fit for the world.

Thankfully, she had been on her best behavior until they released her.

But that didn't mean that she was anything but a bitch to me.

I have taken a gap year from law school and she has been blackballed in Los Angeles.

Her singing career isn't going to happen the way that she wanted and unless I can help her get things together...I will be transferring law schools and we will end up back in Lima.

Which is the last thing that either one of us wants.

So now I am determined to fix this...I have to get my wife back..

By any means necessary.


She sat quietly in the passenger seat of the rental car as I drove us from the airport towards our newest home.

Her father had suggested that after all the media spotlight that we lay low for a while.

But Snix wasn't making this easy.

She was snarky and grumpy and I was losing my patience.

"Are you going to talk to me at all?"

"What for?"

She had been miserable in her relentless pursuit of Britt.

But Britt has gone completely AWOL and so I am left to figure out the next step on my own.

Left to deal with this version of my wife being stuck on her ex girlfriend from nearly a decade ago.

Thankfully, Britt was over her and was too busy preparing to bring another life into this world to entertain any of these psychotic fantasies.

I was grateful that Derek saw fit to come and get her before any rekindling was suggested because I don't think that Britt would have stayed sober if she had stayed around.

And now she was going to have a baby and was truly happy.

It's how things should be.

But Snix still blamed me for it,

It was like she was trying to punish me for loving her.

Even though she still relied on me for her everyday survival...her resentment was very much evident.


"Because you aren't happy like this...why can't you just let me have my wife back?"

"She's dead." She muttered as she looked out the window.

"I refuse to believe that."

"If you want to be delusional...be my guest."

"I think that you are delusional enough for the both of us."

"Then why stick around? Why bring me all the way to fucking Canada, if you can't even stand to be around me?"

"Because I love you."

"Pull over." She snapped.

"No."

I locked the doors and then drove faster.

But that didn't stop her from trying the door handle anyway.

What she wasn't expecting was the car to not respond.

The doors wouldn't open as long as my foot was on the gas.

And we were on a straight road that didn't have a stop or traffic for miles.

She was stuck with me.


"I don't get why she would leave Britt for you...it just doesn't make any fucking sense to me. You are too controlling, selfish and by far, the biggest bitch with the fakest fucking nose that I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!"

I stayed calm.

At least she didn't bring up Beth this time.

Maybe because the last time that she did, I slapped her so hard that tears came to her eyes.

But despite that one incident...this was common for her.

This kind of shit was now just becoming normal and thankfully was losing its efficacy.

But I was still really starting to wonder if I would ever be able to look at my wife again without feeling a pain in my chest.

"I meant what I said, I love you, Santana." I said as I turned up the music and continued to drive.

"Fuck you, Fabray."

"I wish you would..." I muttered.

"Wish I would what?"

"Fuck me...I wish that you would fuck me."

"Yea right!" She said with a laugh.

"I'm serious...I will do anything to get us back to being what we were...I'll do anything to get my wife back. I'd get on my fucking knees if you asked me to...why can't you see that?!"

"Don't say shit that you don't mean, Lucy Q. You have no idea what I'm capable of!"

I kept looking over at her and noticed that she was still looking out the window...

But her hands were clenched in her lap and she was taking shallow breaths.

I was definitely getting to her.


"No? You shooting three people in cold blood in a crowded studio is not enough? You have no idea how lucky you are that none of them died! Don't even get me started on what you did to poor Cesar!"

"I apologized for that...and I was acquitted."

"Because of me you fucking bitch! I got you off. Why can't you just come for me...come back for me! Please? I need you!" I said as I slammed my hand against the steering wheel.

She refused to give me any credit for saving her ass.

I couldn't deal with this behavior.

This attitude.

And then a soft cackle started before developing into a full-blown laugh.

"That was so fucking wanky! I don't know Fabray...if you're a good girl...when we get to the house...maybe I'll put you on your knees yet."

My heart raced.

Was she really saying what I thought she was?


"Hello?"

"Oh my goodness...thank God you answered! I need your help." I whispered into the phone.

"Uh Quinn...why are you whispering...should I be whispering too?" Britt whispered back as I sat locked in the car.

Snix was inside either preparing a kill room...or some BDSM fantasy...I wasn't quite sure yet.

Either way...I was scared to go inside and my obsession with that old Dexter show wasn't helping matters much.

"Maybe coming up to the woods of fucking Canada wasn't a good idea! What if she kills me out here? Nobody will know. It's pretty deserted!"

I expected her to laugh at me or make light of the situation but as per usual, Britt surprised me.

"San still hasn't come back then?"

"No...it's just this Snix person...since you left California...that's all she has been."

"Oh...I'm so sorry, Q."

"Yea...well...that doesn't help."

"What makes you think that she's going to kill you?"

"She told me that I have no idea what she is capable of after I told her that I would do anything for her, if she would just come back to me and then, I think she was flirting and then she told me that she would put me on my knees...I'm freaking, B."

I gripped the steering wheel and kept my eyes on the house.

I had thought Britt would be freaking out with me but then finally she did laugh.

And not just a little laugh...it was a big belly laugh.

I just sat there listening to her as I felt tears burning my eyeballs.

But I wouldn't let them fall.

My heart was still racing,

My palms were still sweating and for me...this was no laughing matter.


Finally, after her laughing turned to wheezing, I had enough.

"What the fuck is so funny, Brittany!" I yelled.

And then there was silence.

I pulled my phone away from my face, just to check if she was still there.

She was.

I had been about to apologize for yelling when she finally spoke to me.

"You aren't going to die today, Quinn. I think she is just going to give you what you asked for. Maybe some spanking...you might be tied up some...but I'm pretty sure that you are just going to have some really, really hot sexy times. Nothing to worry about."

I felt my face flush and my panties get wet at the thought.

Sometimes when she got rough, I wanted more but I never knew how to ask.

And there were times when I topped her and I had wanted to push her beyond her limits and I didn't know how to.

Is that what this had come to?

Months with no intimacy had me craving things that I had formerly thought were depraved.

Is that what this was?

Something ugly and depraved...

Or was this a way to connect to her?


"How can you be so sure, Britt?" I finally whispered.

"Mmm...because that was what sex was like between me and her and since you are basically dealing with the high school version of Santana...my version of Santana before she came out...I'm pretty sure that you are about to learn just how good your wife is in bed."

"I think I already know about that, B."

She chuckled again.

"Oh, Q...you have no idea. Just know that from my experience with her...the better you listen...the more you enjoy it. Don't fight her...and who knows...maybe you can make her fall in love with you."

"You think so?"

"Are you willing to do anything that she asks?"

"Yes...I think so."

"Yes or you think so...you can't have both."

I hesitated and thought over how things had been and how I wanted things to be.

Sacrifices had to be made...even if I was the one making the majority of them.

"Okay...then yes. Yes I will."

"Then go get your wife."

She let out another laugh before hanging up on me.

Obviously she didn't think this was such a big deal.

So why should I?

Simple.

I was still a prude on my most basic levels.

But I was sure that wouldn't last long.

There had been hints of this BDSM thing all through our relationship.

Never though, did I connect the dots.


What the fuck had I gotten myself in to?

Could I do what she wanted?

Could I be what she needed?

Was I even willing to try?

I was hesitant to know what was possible...

Because she truly was capable of anything...

Even murder.

But really...if she wanted me dead...she had plenty of opportunities to kill me by now.

She hadn't.

Despite her protests...she was still here with me.

It was what gave me hope that San was in there still...fighting to be with me.

At the most random moments, I could see her.

Feel her.

It's what kept me holding on.

She is still my wife.

I have done nothing but love her...and nothing will, was, or is going to keep me from that truth...

Not even her.

If she was game...then so was I.


A/N: What?!

Seriously?

Nooooo!

LOL...sorry...I just couldn't help myself! ;)

There's two chapters left in this part of the saga!

What do you want to see next?

-A