A/N- I'm really happy about the amount of interest I've gotten in this story already. You guys are awesome. This story pretty much involves most of the Glee characters via the first three seasons. The main focus is Faberry, but just keep in mind, there will be focus on other characters too. This chapter kind of shows what goes on behind closed doors of Santana's Playground. BUT don't worry, there will be lots of what you're all expecting in the next update. I promise. Please don't be scared to review, because reviews and feedback keep me going. Also, clothing is important in this chapter so if you want to look at the links before, just remember to add the "h" before 'ttp" and take out the spaces after the periods. Love you guys.

Quinn & Blaine

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Rachel

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Kurt, Puck & Mike

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It was early, Tuesday afternoon inside of Temptation Playground when Noah Puckerman exited the elevator. He wasn't greeted by Lauren. The club didn't open until five o'clock, so there was no need for anybody to be on the door. Early afternoons were reserved for personal time and preparation for the nights ahead. As he approached the doors, he heard the security camera to his left move a little bit. He looked up, and sure enough it was following him. He rolled his eyes, and stuck his middle finger up to the lens. It was common knowledge that the room was wired for security. Microphones and all. The security guy had a reputation for being a creeper.

"Screw you Jacob", Puck hollered.

"Right back at you, Puckerman", said a voice over the intercom.

"Dude, be nice, or I'm not bringing up your goodies", said Puckerman."I got you some good shit too."

"Alright, I'll be nice."

"That's what I thought. See you in a few man", laughed Puck.

He yawned as he swiped his key card, and walked inside. He was just in time to see Tina running from the stairs, and into the bar area. Santana and Brittany chased after her seconds later.

"Damn it, Tina! You get your ass back here, or I swear to God I will slap you so hard your head will spin", Santana was yelling.

"San, please stop, you're scaring her", whined Brittany."Just calm down, and she'll stop running away from us."

"Great", said Puck, as he headed towards the bar. When walked in, Tina was behind the bar, and Santana was being held back by Brittany a few feet away.

"Get over here and talk to me, Tina", she was screaming.

"No...no no no no no...", cried Tina, as she scrambled away from her boss. Tears were streaming down her face. She felt shaky, and overwhelmed."Don't hurt me San...please. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

"Yeah, you should be fucking sorry! I'm tired of telling you to cut this shit! Sick, and tired of it, Tina!"

"Okay, I give up. What the Hell is going on", asked Puck, tossing his backpack onto a table.

"Puck, don't be like that, you should already know what's going on", said Brittany.

"Oh fantastic! You're just in time, ass hole", yelled the very angry Latina."How many fucking times do I have to tell you, not to sell your drugs to her! She cannot handle it, and I'm sick and tired of having to tell you that Puckerman!"

"Look, you can tell me til' you're blue in the face. I know that she can't handle it, but you know what? It's money in my pocket, so I ain't about to say no to her", he argued."It's not my fault that she doesn't know when enough is enough."

"Oh you son of bitch", growled Santana."How dare you!"

Tina thought she could get away with a stealthy escape, with Santana being distracted by Puck. She shakily hopped onto the counter, and attempted to jump to the other side.

"Oh God, Tina...please be careful", yelled Brittany.

Startled by the loud warning, Tina lost her balance, and fell from the counter, taking out two bar stools on her way to the floor. She landed hard, on her side, and let out a loud groan.

"Jesus...", mumbled Santana, as her, Brittany, and Puck scrambled to help her up. Puck reached down, and pulled her to her feet.

"Are you okay, sweetie", asked Brittany.

"Yeah, my elbow broke my fall", she cried."Oh my God...".

"Damn it", hollered Santana, causing Tina to flinch."What the Hell is the matter with you?"

"Come on, sit down", said Puck, leading towards a bar stool. Once she sat down, Puck grabbed her by the shoulders, and looked her in the eyes."How much?"

"Here we go", breathed Santana. She was a little calmer, but still angry.

"It doesn't matter", cried Tina."Just leave me alone."

"No, I'm not leaving you alone. Tell me how many lines you blew", demanded Puck.

Tina looked shyly up and Santana and Brittany, who both gave her reassuring nods. They wanted her to know it was okay for her to say it, but it didn't work.

"Just let it go", she snapped.

"Out with it" ,snapped Puck.

"I don't know!"

"What do you mean you don't know", asked Santana.

"I don't remember how much I did today, okay? Are you happy now", she cried.

"Holy shit...", said Puck, straightening up, and taking a few steps back.

"See what happens when you pull shit like this, Puckerman", asked Santana, anger in her tone."I went to her room to talk to her about something, and she was just off. I mean I knew something was up. When I questioned her about it, she actually had the nerve to take a swing at me! She got scared after that, I dumped her purse, and guess what the fuck I find?" She took a small baggie of white powder from her pocket and dangled it in the air.

"Wait a minute, what", they heard a voice say. They all looked to see the club's number one male Stripper, Mike Chang walk into the bar area. He had obviously just gotten there."Tina...again with this?"

"Oh my God...Mike...", cried Tina, as she stood up, and went to him. She flew into his arms, and he held her tight."I'm so glad you're here."

"What the Hell, she'll go to you, but not me", asked Santana, in disbelief.

"San, they're best friends, of course she'd be okay with talking to him", reminded Brittany, sweetly."You scared her."

Santana just rolled her eyes.

"Tina...I thought you were keeping this under control. What happened", asked Mike, rubbing her back.

"Dude, she blows coke. There is no such thing as keeping it under control", laughed Puck.

"That's cute, Puckerman. You know that, yet you continue to sell to her", snapped the angry Latina."You are such a dick!"

"Yeah man, that's not cool. That actually really pisses me off", said Mike.

"Money is money, so get off my back", Puck shrugged.

"Excuse you? You work for me! If you feel the need to sell that shit, by all means do it, but I've told you a million damn times not to bring it around here! The fact that you literally ignore that order, makes me fucking sick, and I should fire your sorry ass!"

"Please, you won't fire me! You know damn well you will never find another bartender to work these hours, so screw you!"

"Oh my God...talk to him", said Santana, to Brittany."Get him out of my face before I punch him."

"Whatever", laughed Puck."I'm untouchable and you know it, San."

"Puck please stop talking for a minute. Mike, will you please take Tina to Santana's office and wait for us", asked Brittany."We can't solve anything like this."

The young Asian man nodded, and lead a very upset and crying Tina from the room.

"Puck...", started the nervous dancer."...if you're not gonna' stop selling stuff, whatever. But how about just stop selling to Tina for right now? Can you please at least do that?"

"Yeah fine", he breathed."Whatever."

"No there is no whatever Puckerman. You're going to stop selling to her, or I will destroy you", said Santana."You obviously know how to keep your usage in check, but she does not. So it needs to stop."

"Whoa whoa whoa...I don't blow coke. I just sell it. All I'm guilty of is smoking pot, but that's pot, there is no real threat there."

"Regardless, you will not be selling to her anymore. This is the third time she's spazzed out, and I'm done. You hear me? I'm fucking done!"

It was true, Puck loved how much money he made from selling, and often thought that being a dealer was one of the best choices he had ever made. However, he was starting to feel bad for going against Santana's wishes so often. Sure, she was his boss, but she was also one of his closest friends.

"Alright. I'm sorry", he said."I won't sell certain stuff in here anymore, no more 'snow storms'. I'm really sorry, San."

"Yeah ,not yet you're not", she laughed."You're making it up to me tonight, how about that?"

"Fine", he answered, rolling his eyes."What am I doing?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, but just know that you're not allowed to argue. You will comply, or I swear to God, I will smother you. That's a promise. Do you hear me?"

"I hear you. Loud and clear, I hear you, but you need to hear me out on one thing."

"What", she asked, crossing her arms over her chest."What do I need to hear you out on, ass hole?"

"I have a bag of the of happy leaf in my backpack for our stir crazy security man. You can't deny that ever since I got him to smoke pot, he's been a lot more tolerable." Santana rolled her eyes."No no, don't even, because when he started smoking, he mellowed out, and actually found the courage to cut the crazy fro he had going on. He's a little less creepy, and barely leaves the office. Admit it, I helped the creeper out!"

"Yeah, okay fine. Go give it to him. Sell weed, I don't give a damn about that. All the other shit, needs to stop though. You got that?"

"Yeah, I got it", he laughed.

"Good", said Santana, before grabbing her girlfriend's hand, and walking away.

Puck just shook his head, and grabbed his backpack. Five minutes later, he was walking into the security office.

"Hey Jacob", he said, shutting the door behind him."You are so lucky you get to stay in here man. You have no idea the drama I just had to deal with."

"Why do you think I stay in here?"

"Yeah, sometimes I wish I had your job", laughed Puck, as he handed over a large bag of pot."Don't smoke it all at once."

"I won't", the awkward, squeaky voiced man laughed."Can I ask you something?"

Puck nodded.

"That blond that was here last night...did she become a member?"

"Yeah, I think so. Why?"

"No reason, I was just wondering."

"Yeah, I know...she's pretty sexy", laughed Puck, knowing exactly why he was being asked that question."Ass like a Goddess. But, be careful with that leering, alright dude? If the boss lady finds out you're straight, she'll beat your ass and fire you."

"I know. Thank you for keeping it a secret, Puck."

"No problem mad. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay."

Puck turned around and left the office smiling to himself. He thought it was hilarious that Jacob really believed that his secret was only between the two of them. Sure, Santana had no idea yet, but there were plenty of other people working in Temptation Playground that knew.

Meanwhile, in Santana's office, she was sitting at her desk, taking deep breathes. Her tall blond girlfriend standing right next to her chair. Tina was sitting on the couch in the corner, with Mike right by her side. Sure, she had stopped crying, and was much calmer, but Santana was still a little angry. It was awkwardly silent until Brittany decided to speak up.

"San?"

"Yeah babe?"

"Um, are you okay to talk or...".

"Yeah, I'm good", she breathed."Tina...look at me."

Tina wouldn't look.

"Sweet Lips...look at me, baby."

"No, you hate me. I can't look at you when you hate me like this. It hurts too much", she sobbed.

"I don't hate you. I'm upset with you, but I don't hate you. I never will. Just look at me, please."

She finally looked up, and felt a wave of relief when she saw that her boss wasn't scowling at her.

"I love you, okay? You know I do. I care about you, and the only reason I get so pissed off when you poison yourself like this, is because I'm scared for you. Before you started doing this shit, you never would have tried to hit me, and let me tell you something, you are just damn lucky you missed."

"I know, I'm sorry Miss Santana, I really am. I don't know why I did that."

"You did that because of the drugs", said Mike calmly."You need to stop."

"I will stop."

"You always say that. I've heard that a lot from you. If you don't already have a problem, you are sure as Hell on your way to having one", said Santana."So this is what we're going to do. You have one more chance. I will be watching you very closely. As will other people, like Brittany, and I'm sure Mike will be too."

"You know I will", he said.

"Let me guess, if I fuck up again, you're firing me", cried Tina.

"No, I won't fire you, I'll send you to get help."

"What, like rehab", asked Tina, in shock.

"Yes, rehab. You have one more chance and that's it. Do you understand that?"

Tina said nothing, she just shook her head.

"I'll ask you one more time. Do you understand that?"

"Yes Miss Santana", she whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was that", asked Santana, putting her hand to her ear.

"Yes Miss Santana!"

"That's better. You're dismissed, please go and get cleaned up, find Sunshine and pick your outfits for tonight. You two are assigned to the Rainbow Lounge."

Tina stood from the couch, and Mike went to follow her.

"Mike, I need you to go get Puckerman, and the both you come back in here. I just figured out what he's doing to make up for his bullshit."

"Yes Miss Santana", he said, before following Tina out the door.

"They are so cute. It's actually kind of a shame that they're both gay", smiled Brittany.

"What", asked Santana, as she pulled her girlfriend into her lap."Why would you say that?"

"Well, they're best friends, they're both Asian, and their nicknames match. Sugar Lips, and Sugar Hips. Come on, admit it San, it's cute", she giggled.

"Oh God", laughed the Latina."It's a little cute, but you're so much damn cuter."

They kissed passionately for a few minutes, before their was a knock on the door.

"Damn it...", groaned Santana."Come in."

When Puck walked into the office with Mike, a huge smile made it's way across the boss lady's lips, and he knew he was in trouble. When Santana smiled a certain way, it was sometimes a little too easy to tell what she was going to happen.

"Shit...", said Puck, trying to turn around and walk out. Mike grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him back.

"Thank you, Mike", laughed Santana.

"God...what do I have to do", he asked."If you're making me like have sex with a dude, I quit here and now."

"That's be really funny", giggled Brittany.

"Well Puck, you're going with Mike to get waxed from head to toe. Him and Kurt are doing the whole Diesel thing tonight. Put two and two together, straighty", she laughed.

"Oh God. No no no no, screw that! I'm not wearing that outfit!"

"The Hell you're not! The best part is that you get the wear the multicolored briefs, with nothing but a little bow tie, and black converse sneakers. I'm sure some of the members will love you serving drinks in that."

"I hate you", whined Puck, while Brittany and Mike giggled a little.

"Yeah, well hate me on your way out the door. Brittany went ahead and made a call so they know you guys are coming. Don't forget to grab Kurt before you go."

"Alright. Let's go Puckerman", said Mike. Puck just shook his head, and walked out of the office with his male stripper friends.

"I can't believe you're making him do that", laughed Brittany.

"Really? You can't?"

"Well, okay I guess I can."

"I could make him do so much worse."

"True."

"Have you seen Rachel today, baby? I need to talk to her about her about her new client."

"She's outfit shopping with Sugar. The wardrobe room was cleaned out last weekend, so hey decided to go find some other stuff. They should be back soon, they've been gone all morning. San, what if Quinn doesn't pick her in the line up?"

"I'm not putting Rachel in the line up. I've decided to just set them up for a private session...I can't help it. I know I rarely do that, but I need to see where this goes", she said, with a huge smile on her face."I mean this Quinn chick...she's got the lesbian love virus, and she's got it bad. I have to mess with her."

"Mess with her? San come on. That's not very nice. She's a new member, she's paying like everybody else. Why mess with her", asked Brittany, a bit of sadness in her voice."She's really sweet."

"Did you see the way she looked at Rachel's photo? She's already lovesick, and I think it's hilarious. Rachel will never give into that shit."

"So...why don't we let her pick somebody else from the line up? Why waste her time if you really think Rachel will treat her like all her other clients?"

"Simple. She's fresh out of the closet. She has a lot to learn, and as the leader of this sexy little parade, it's my responsibility to teach her."

Brittany shook her head."If you say so, baby."

"I do say so."

Later that night, Blaine was sitting in his car outside of Quinn's apartment building. He was impatiently waiting for her to come outside so they could get to the Playground. They were already running a little late, and he was more then just slightly anxious to see his Toy.

"Come on...", he mumbled to himself. He looked down at his phone.

8:38 P.M.

"Damn it."

He was about to text Quinn, when he noticed he had a text from Kurt.

"Baby where R U? I really thought U would be here by now! I'm working the E-Lounge tonight...I'm hoping U will be right up front. Hurry up sexy...your Porcelain awaits. - K

Blaine smiled and sent a quick text back. He looked up, and noticed Quinn getting out of a cab directly behind his car.

"What the Hell...".

Quinn was headed for the building, when Blaine rolled down the passenger side window.

"Hey!"

"Oh, God Blaine I am so sorry", she said, hurrying to over to the car. She bent down and looked at him through the window."I had a dinner meeting with some people from Vogue, and it went much later then I thought it would. Those people are relentless."

"It's fine, don't worry about it. Get in, let's get go."

"I need to run upstairs and change, can you wait just a few minutes, please?"

"No, you look fine. That dress is actually super cute. I love you in black! No way, you're not changing, get in the car."

"Blaine, you cannot be serious!"

"I'm very serious! Get in the car", he laughed."You look amazing, seriously. You know I wouldn't lie about something like that. Can we just go?"

"Oh my God, fine", breathed Quinn, as she got into the car. Blaine wasted no time pulling into traffic."I barely ate anything at dinner, I'm so nervous."

"Don't worry about it, this is just what you need. You liked it there last night, didn't you?"

"I did, I mean I admit it wasn't what I was expecting at all. Let's face it, the way you described it, I had no choice but to expect something much more...sleazy."

"Come on...I didn't make it sound sleazy."

"Well no you didn't, but you told me it was a gay sex club before you went into any details. What else was I supposed to think?"

"Not that. It's alright though, you've seen it, you love it, and it's amazing! You're making my life right now with all of this, you know that", asked Blaine, excitement taking over his tone.

"Oh yeah", she asked, through her laughter."How am I doing that?"

"Are you kidding me? I've known you were gay since the day I met you. When you finally came out to me, I was so damn happy!"

"You were, I remember you cried", laughed the blond.

"I did, tears of pure joy. Anyways, finding out that your best friend is gay...best thing ever until that same best friend agrees to become a member of the underground sex playground that you go to. Get me nothing for Christmas ever again, this is the greatest gift I will ever receive!"

"Wow, Blaine. Drama Queen doesn't even do you justice right now. I have no words."

"No, you haven't met a Drama Queen until you've met Kurt", he laughed.

"You know...I wanted to ask you about him", she stated, nervously.

"Ask me what?"

"It's not just sex with him...is it?"

"Of course it is."

"No, I don't believe you. I was watching you last night. I saw how upset you got when he came out of that orgy lounge."

"Rainbow Lounge", he corrected.

"Whatever, I saw the look on your face. You do love him, don't you?"

"No, I don't. He's a Toy, and that's all."

"Denial isn't a good color on you", she said, rubbing his shoulder a little bit."If you love him, just be honest about it. It's me, Blaine. I know you maybe a little bit better then you know yourself."

"Well what about you? I heard Santana called you out last night", he laughed.

"Wait, you heard? What the Hell, does Temptation Playground have a gossip blog or something?"

"No, it's nothing like that! Santana's a friend, we talk. She texted me this morning."

"God, she scares me", breathed Quinn."When she looks at me, it feels like she's looking into my thoughts."

"Yeah, she's pretty intense, but I love it. It's funny because you remind me of her a little bit."

"You can't be serious."

"No, really. You two are kind of alike in a few different ways. I didn't expect you to see it, but I do. It's not really a bad thing. She knows how to handle herself, and so do you. I just hope you find whatever it is that you're looking for."

"That makes two of us. It's not like I have a horrible life, I'm very happy with what I've accomplished, but...it's weird. I have this empty feeling inside of me."

"So, you think meeting the right girl will fill the void?"

"I'm hoping so."

"What exactly are you looking for in a girl? You're picky, so I have to ask", he laughed.

"Being picky is a good thing, and not just when it comes to dating. It helps to narrow things down. Like now I know, I want a girl that I can hold. A beautiful one with a personality like no other. She has to have a sweet voice, and she has to have confidence in herself. I don't know why, but it's important to me."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting somebody with confidence. I actually love that you want that. So, do you think Star has everything that you're looking for?"

"Oh my god, Santana told you everything, didn't she?"

Blaine just laughed, as he turned onto a random street.

"Alright, so you obviously know that I saw her photo last night. Since you're a member, I can only assume you know who she is?"

"I do", he smiled."

"Great, then you can tell me. Is she what I'm looking for?"

Quinn was still nervous as ever, but she couldn't pass up the opportunity to find out as much as she could about the beautiful young woman that she might end up in bed with that very night. It was the main reason why she was carrying five thousand dollars cash in her purse.

"Star is...a piece of work. She's very tiny, very cute. She's beautiful, but it's only fair that I warn you. She has a lot of clients. If you really are looking for love, you might be setting yourself up for disappointment with her. She's too popular for you to form anything real with her", Blaine explained, sadly.

"Well, you know I love a challenge" smiled Quinn."Aside from that, and contrary to popular belief...I'm not looking for love. I want to feel good, I need to make somebody else feel good. She looked so sexy in that photo, I can't wait to see her person. Her lips are perfect, I've been thinking about kissing her all day long."

"Yeah, she's very pouty", Blaine laughed.

Back at Temptation Playground, Santana was sitting at the bar, laughing harder than she had all day.

"Seriously Santana, it's bad enough I'm hairless, and half naked...I don't need you sitting here fucking laughing at me", Puck snapped, as he made a drink."You need to stop."

"You got yourself into this, Cute Buns. No complaining. Besides, the bar is quite busy tonight, and it for sure has a lot to do with your outfit. You might need to get used to wearing stuff like that."

"Screw that, this is a one time deal!"

"Go ahead, keep telling yourself that. I must say, I think that bow tie brings it all together."

"Whatever", snapped Puck, as he walked away.

"Miss Santana", a voice asked. She turned around to see Rachel standing behind her. She was wearing a cute little black dress with sparkles all over it. Black heels, with bows on the toes, and jewelry to match. She looked perfect.

"Star. You look beautiful as usual, is that a new dress?"

"Yes, it is. While I was shopping earlier, Brittany called me, and told me I was being taken out of the line up tonight. She said I was having a private session...so I thought maybe I'd get something special to wear. Do you really like my outfit, Miss Santana? I wanted to shine", rambled the tiny woman.

Santana was proud to have a girl like Rachel Berry working for her. She was so unique, so perfect, and beautiful. She made the Latina more money than most of her clients. Sure, she could be somewhat a Diva at times, but that was looked over most of the time. It was no secret. Rachel got special treatment. She was the star.

"You sure do shine, baby. Just like a star", the Latina smiled."Your new client isn't here yet, but when she is, I'll send for you. Is Kurt on stage yet?"

"Not yet, he was having a shoe crises. Luckily, his feet are small, so he was able to barrow a pair of sneakers from the female side of the wardrobe room", explained Rachel.

"How did he manage to turn shoes into a crises? He needed purple sneakers, how hard is it to find purple sneakers", asked Santana, annoyance in her tone."He's such a Queen."

"It's alright, he seemed happy with shoes he found.. They're woman's shoes, but I doubt he gives a shit", laughed Rachel."Miss Santana, my new client...what's her name?"

"Quinn. She's looking forward to meeting you, Star." Rachel smiled, and looked down."Do me a favor, please. Run up to the Rainbow Lounge, and check on Tina. You heard about that, right?"

"Yes, Puck filled me in. I love her, I do...but I think it was very bold for you to give her another chance. Hell, I think everybody here knows that she'll screw up. Don't you think so, Miss Santana?"

"I'm counting on, baby. I hate to say it, but I am. It's alright though, because when it happens, rehab will help her. I've already called in a favor. There's a spot being held for her, so don't you worry. I'll take care of her", said Santana, as she ran her fingers through Rachel's hair."Go check on her, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Santana."

Just about a minute after Rachel had left the bar, Santana noticed Blaine walking in. Quinn walked in behind him, looking nervous, and uncomfortable as ever. Santana smiled deviously, as she eyed Quinn up and down.

"Let the game begin."