AN: April Fools!
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(not) That was a bad joke wasn't it? But take into consideration that I had actually considered uploading a blank chapter for a few hours (or a day) and not to post the real update until later on. I just needed to do something to amuse myself. Been feeling kind of down lately because of Lost Girl, which is kind of sad since I just started watching the show and now that I'm fully caught up things start to go down for Doccubus. I miss the days of Boy Meets World, things were so much simpler then.
Lopez Residence…
"So, what do we do now?" Brittany asked, flopping onto the bed. Santana shrugged. This whole thing wasn't even her plan so she had no idea what was supposed to happen next. She watched her girlfriend's eyebrows scrunched together as she fell into deep thought. "You made sure not to tie their bindings too tightly right?"
"Yeah Britt," Santana answered with fake enthusiasm.
"Good, cause they need to be able to get out of them so they can eat their snacks." Her smile disappeared when she noticed Santana's eyes widen. "San, you did put the snacks in there?"
Santana was silent for a few seconds before whispering, "Maybe."
Brittany got to her feet with a sigh. "Come on, let's go downstairs and find something for them." Santana had no real choice but to oblige her request and so she did as told and followed Brittany down to the kitchen, grumbling under her breath as she glared at her closet. This whole ordeal better be worth it.
Somewhere in Lima…
Several feet ahead of the Berry men, Tony rushed off in an unknown direction. He had little idea where he was going but was certain that this was the right way. It frustrated him to no end that something had to go wrong just when he had achieved ultimate victory.
Finn had been defeated (even if Tony himself wasn't the one to bring his reign of terror down), his mama was finally with Quinn, and they had gotten together due to Tony's own plan and thus his backup plan with Brittany didn't even have to… oh crud.
Tony doubled his speed as he darted towards Santana's house, a place which he didn't even know the location of. That could be a bit of a problem, but his instincts would surely lead him to his mama.
Santana's closet…
On her knees, Quinn made her way to Rachel, shaking her head in disbelief as she got closer. "It's okay, Rachel," she told her even though she knew that it wasn't. "It's okay. I'm here." She came to a stop when their knees touched. Under the dim lighting Quinn noticed a stray tear on Rachel's cheek. She leaned in to kiss it away. "We're going to get out of here okay?"
Rachel nodded her head wordless, unable to speak due to the gag, and possibly also fear.
"All right," Quinn smile, mostly for Rachel's benefit. "Turn around," she requested. "Let me see if I can undo your bindings." Rachel responded with a quick nod before slowly turning around. Quinn took a few moments to memories the knots that kept Rachel's wrists tied together. With her own hands behind her back, she wouldn't easily be able to look over them while trying to untie them.
She could see that Rachel was trembling, and for now could only guess how much longer the brunette had been in here before she arrived. It made Quinn want to scream, to yell and Brittany and Santana until her voice went hoarse. But that probably wouldn't accomplish a thing and would only freak Rachel out more than she already was.
Quinn needed to keep calm. "Okay, stay still. I think I can get you out of this." Before Quinn turned around, she leaned over Rachel's shoulder and gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek. It hurt her to have to take her eyes off of Rachel while the two of them were in such a horrible predicament, but it was the only way for them to get free. She gripped onto Rachel's hands briefly, giving them a light squeeze, before she brought her attention to her bindings.
Clearly Rachel already worked on trying to free herself work a while. The ties binding her wrists together were already loosening, much to Quinn's relief. Without even looking she knew that she was making little progress. "Crap," she cursed under her breath; stupid ties and their inability to work with her even for one second.
A strangled cry escaped though Rachel's lips. It broke Quinn's heart to hear her so small, so vulnerable. And it hurt even more knowing that there so little that she could do now to make things better.
"Hey, it's okay," she said, hoping to calm the smaller girl down. "I just catch a little snag. Don't worry, just give me a sec and…" Quinn closed her eyes tight, hoping that she could make good on that promise. If that thing could just… wait, it did. So that means… "There. See we're going to get out of here."
Downstairs…
Chips, fruit, soda, candy. You name it, Brittany had it. All sorts of foods were spread out on the dining room table as she sorted them out. Santana would have to admit that it was pretty enjoy able watching her girlfriend organize whatever was lying around the house so she could make sure that their friends had a good mixture of healthy and junk foods. Plus, she hadn't raided into her breadstick stash.
She strolled over to the table and grabbed an apple, picking it up and bringing it to her lips. It was delicious; her parents always made sure to get the freshest and tastiest produce. She was about to take another bite when her girlfriend gave her arm a light smack.
"Try not to eat that San, it's supposed to be for Quinn and Rachel," she chastised. "It's the least we can do for tying them up." Santana's jaw fell agape in disbelief; she couldn't even eat her own food. "Maybe you should go upstairs to check on them." Santana wordlessly obeyed, retreating upstairs, half-eaten apple in hand. She made an abrupt stop outside her room.
The other day when the two of them had cleared out her closet, Santana was forced to move her stash of breadsticks to the guest closet. She could see little harm in snacking out for a bit. Guest room it was.
Santana's closet…
Rachel's arms wrapped around Quinn's form the moment all of their bindings were undone. She buried her face in the crook of the blonde's shoulder as she squeezed onto her tightly. "Quinn, I'm scared," she murmured, as she fought back tears. One of Quinn's arms fell around her waist, pulling her in close while the other gently stroked her hair.
"Shh, it's okay Rachel. It's okay." Quinn had already said those words a countless number of times, but only now with the feeling of being held in her arms did Rachel start to believe them. But she was still scared. Scared of what Brittany and Santana were doing. Scared of how they weren't acting like themselves. And especially scared of the thought of losing Quinn.
Her eyes began to water and so she pushed herself off Quinn to prevent herself from crying all over her. Quinn slowly reached out for her face, her thumb gently drying away her tears. "Kiss me," Rachel spoke softly, her barely audible.
"What?"
"Kiss me," Rachel spoke once more, this time taking hold of the top of Quinn's dress and pulling the blonde towards her, crashing their lips together. She fisted locks of golden blonde hair, and eagerly slipped her tongue into Quinn's mouth when the taller girl moaned at her unexpected forcefulness.
This kiss was different from the one they had shared the previous night. It was not a slow and loving kiss that would slowly build up, but a hungry and lustful one. Quinn inched closer, straddling one of Rachel's legs as she pushed her back until she hit the closet door. Their lips detached and Quinn quickly brought her attention to Rachel's exposed neck, sucking and nibbling on her pulse point.
Rachel whimpered below her, her hands dropping to Quinn's thighs and then up to her hips. She tugged her closer, her bent knee brushing against Quinn's core. "Oh my God!" Quinn moaned into her neck. "Do that again," she pleaded and so Rachel did, pressing her knee more firmly against her. "Fuck!" She canted her hips and pressed her own knee between Rachel's parted legs.
"Oh fuck!"
Outside Lopez Residence…
If there was one thing that Tony believed in (besides Quinn and Rachel being soulmates, that is) then it would be miracles. Only a miracle would explain how he had made his way here… that is if this were the right, oh how he hoped it was. He made his way up the path to the front porch, the footsteps of the Berry men closing in behind him.
"Doesn't one of Rachel's friends live here?" one of them asked the other, clearing any remaining doubts that Tony had. He ran the rest of the way to front door, waiting outside so one of the Berry men could ring the doorbell. They looked to be a bit confused as they followed him up, but the simple action of pawing at the door was that was needed to get one of them to ring the bell.
Not a second later the door flew open. Brittany smiled a warm greeting before she actually noticed who was at the door. "Mr. Berries, wh- what are you doing here?" she asked nervously. Thankfully neither men seemed to noticed.
"We're not actually sure," Hiram admitted. "We were following Tony here," he explained, motioning to the puppy at his feet. "My husband was under the impression that the little guy had sensed some sort of danger and that we'd end up having so save someone. Can you believe that?" he laughed, Brittany soon join in with faux laughter.
"I did not," Leroy defended, rolling his eyes. Hiram simply shook his head.
"Well, it seems that he just misses Rachel."
"He can stay with us," Brittany offered, wishing that the end of this situation was soon approaching. "He won't be a bother."
"I couldn't impose," Hiram insisted. "Maybe she could just come down and see the little guy?"
"No!" Brittany replied, far louder than was necessary, and thus causing the Berry men to jump back a few inches. "I mean, no she can't… not now at least. She's busy um… having a makeover. Yeah, yeah. They're up in Santana's closet trying out all sorts of stuff," she lied, putting on the biggest, fakest grin she could manage. "I can just take him," she said, picking Tony up and bringing him inside. "Bye," she waved and shut the door before either men could get another word in. She leaned back into the door, letting out a breath of relief. That had been close.
*bark bark*
"Why'd you bring them here Tony? And how do you even know where I live?"
*bark bark*
"Did you put a tracking device on me?" she continued on, not fully paying attention to what Tony was trying to tell her. "Where would you even get one? Is there a puppy black market? If so, you shouldn't get involved in that kind of stuff. Rachel wouldn't be happy with you and-"
*bark bark*
"Wait, what?"
*bark bark*
"Oh no." Brittany immediately scooped Tony up and ran upstairs. "Santana, let them out!" she screamed urgently. "They're already together! Let them out!" At the top of the stairs she saw Santana dart, not out of her own room, but out of the one across the hall with the end of a breadstick poking out of her mouth.
"What? What?" the garbled question came, muffled by the food in her mouth.
"What are you doing in there?" Brittany asked back. "Actually never mind. We need to get Quinn and Rachel out of the closet," she said, opening the door to Santana's room and darting inside.
"Huh? Why?" Santana asked once she emptied the contents of her mouth.
"Because they already got together!"
"What!?" Santana strode past Brittany and reached for the door. She swung it open and jumped back as Rachel and Quinn fell at her feet. The two girls were attached at the lips, one of Quinn's hands buried in Rachel's top and one of Rachel's reaching under Quinn's dress. "What the fuck are you two doing?!" she screamed, the two girls parting, only now noticing that they had an audience. "Were you about to have sex in my closet?!" she asked, physically recoiling at the thought. "Oh my God. Out!" she yelled, grasping onto both Rachel and Quinn's arms and dragging them downstairs. "Out, out, out!" she screamed as she opened the front door and proceeded to toss them both out of her house, with Tony following them not a moment later.
Santana buried her face into her hands, panting heavily as she tried to erase the image of Quinn and Rachel doing whatever it was they were doing in her closet. When she finally looked up she was greeted to the sight of her girlfriend with a guilty looking half-grin on her face. "So… it looks like we didn't have to do any of that in the first place."
"You. Upstairs. Naked. Now."
Outside…
"What just happened?"
"Well, you were kind of humping my leg."
"No, not that. I meant…"
"Oh, I knew that," Rachel said. A brief silence fell upon them. "What do we do now?"
"How about something to eat?" Quinn offered.
"I'd like that."
"Would you mind if I took Tony with me?"
"Of course not."
Quinn picked Tony up and brought him to her car, gently sitting him down next to her. She watched Rachel drive off and followed behind her. "This was all your idea, wasn't it?" she suddenly spoke, startling Tony. She went on without waiting for an answer. "You've been trying to get us together, haven't you?" She laughed at how ridiculous the idea sounded. It couldn't be possible, but yet she was certain it was. "I wasn't talking about myself... back when I asked you to find her someone special. I didn't think I was special enough," she explained. "But thank you for thinking that I was, and for getting us together."
*bark*
AN: The more I write Santana in this, the more I think that I'm writing a parodied version of her, and I like it. It's fun.
But there's probably just an epilogue left, anything in particular than any of you are curious about?