A/N - Thank you to those of you who are leaving reviews and feedback that's helpful. To that one random ANON reviewer who keeps saying weird crap that makes no sense...if you hate the story, why the Hell are you still reading it four updates later? Anyways, thank you for reading guys, and please keep up the reading, and reviewing. Remember, feedback is love, and it inspired me.
Special thanks to ljam86....you are my sunshine and I couldn't write any of this without you. Thank you for your creativity.
Tuesday afternoon, Santana was seated in her office going through some things on her computer. Brittany, who was laying on the couch, was wrapped up in her own world. She was watching cartoons on one of the many flat screens that were in the office. Santana couldn't help but notice that she would randomly pick up her phone and text. Not that she didn't want her girlfriend to talk to anybody, but she couldn't help but be a little nosy. She didn't like other people paying any attention to what was hers.
"Britts...who are you texting with, baby?"
"Puck, Rachel, and Lauren", she answered, casually."Puck wants to know if he can take the night off."
"Um, well obviously the answer to that is no, but why does he want to?"
"Not sure. I'll have him call you. Oh, and Rachel wants to know if she absolutely has to wear the Dorothy costume for her one client."
"Of course she does! What is happening, why is everybody asking you things to ask me", asked Santana, knowing full well why that was.
"Because, you get mad at everything, San."
"I do not", the Latina defended.
"You just got mad at me saying that you get mad", laughed the blond.
"Yeah well...I mean you...ugh! Whatever", she stuttered out. She knew it was the truth, but she hated it and would argue against it until the day she died. She was going to say something else, but her cell phone rang. She answered, with a roll of her eyes.
"No, you can't take off tonight."
"You don't understand, that one cop is on my ass again. He's been outside my apartment building all damn day, I can't make a move without him following me", argued Puck."I got drops to make, I can't have the po po trailing my every fucking move!"
"That's your fault, Puck! See, that comes with the territory of being a drug dealing scum bag! You better show up tonight, or I swear to God, you're done", she threatened.
"Santana, one of the guys I sell to has been stuck in my apartment for three hours. If he leaves, we're both fucked! If you're not gonna' let me take off tonight, can you at least help me out?"
"Oh my God, what am I supposed to do", snapped Santana.
"Call one of the detectives that's on your payroll, and get rid of this guy! I have about thirteen grand in illegal drugs in my apartment! I'm not going to prison!"
"Fine", breathed Santana."Sit tight, I'll get back to you in a bit."
As she hung up, she shook her head."Mother fucker shouldn't have started with the drugs and shit. Britts, could you please text-"
"Already did, baby...".
"How did you-"
"I heard Puck talking. He yells when he's frustrated. Just like you", she smiled.
"Very funny", smiled Santana."What did you tell him?"
"911 at Puck's again."
"That's my girl. When are Rachel, Sunshine, and Sugar getting back?"
"As soon as Rachel can find shoes that look like Dorothy's. That's why she wanted to change the costume, she can't find shoes."
"She can't find red shoes? Seriously?"
"Not ones that are glittery."
"Oh, well there isn't time for that. Dr. Sylvester will be here soon, and every single employee is due for a physical today. Everybody needs to be here, and upstairs within the next hour. Please get that out baby, and remind that suspension is a bitch."
"Okay, I'll tell Rachel, and text everybody else who's out right now", said Brittany, as she yawned."Is Dr. Sylvester staying for the night?"
"She usually does, why?"
"Well, her girl was Candy Cane."
"Who?"
"You know, Candy Cane? Candice?"
"Oh shit", breathed Santana, as she slammed her fist down on her desk.
"Yeah, she quit two weeks ago. You told me to notify Dr. Sylvester, and tell her that we'd have somebody new for her on her next visit."
"I know baby, I know. You did good, it's me. I just spaced on finding somebody else for her. Damn it!" Santana got busy on her computer, looking through her employee lists and schedules."Okay, let's see here. Sunshine has a big spender coming in tonight, so that's not gonna' happen. I'm not about to put Dr. Sylvester through the concentrated energy that we all know as Sugar." Brittany laughed a little at that."Damn. Our most popular girls are all taken. We'll have to do a line up with some of our other girls. Do you think she'll be okay with that?"
Santana didn't get an answer, so she looked up. Her blond beauty was staring at the TV, smiling, and giggling.
"Britts!"
"Yeah? Oh, sorry San."
"What are you watching anyway, this cartoon looks like it's on crack."
"No, don't say that. It's called Adventure Time, and it's awesome."
"If you say so, baby. Now, please focus...do you think she'd be okay with a line up?"
"Yeah, she's never been very picky, I'm sure she'd be fine."
"Okay, do me a favor when you get a chance. Go through some of the girls from the second string, and pick three. A red head, a brunette, and a blond if you can. That way she'll at least have a variety."
"Okay", said Brittany, happily."San?"
"Yeah, babe?"
"Can we cuddle later?"
Santana smiled lovingly at her girlfriend."Of course we can, my perfection."
In another part of the city, Quinn was being seated at one of her favorite restaurants.
"Would you like to see the wine list," the waiter asked as she settled into her seat.
Quinn looked up at him with a soft smile, "No thank you. My friend and I will have to go back to work after lunch. If we start, we'll drink the whole bottle," she joked.
"Yes ma'am. Can I get you anything while you wait for your friend?"
"You know what, there he is," she beamed as she watched her best friend notice her and begin to approach. "May we have a few minutes to decide?"
"Of course," he replied with a nod and backed away from the table.
The blond stood to greet Blaine with an embrace as he made it to the table. "Sorry I'm late," he said as they parted. "I had to go back to the office and grab my wallet."
"It's okay, don't worry about it," she assured as they both made themselves comfortable in their seats.
Picking up her menu, Quinn began to scan the menu as did her friend sitting across the table.
"I don't know why either of us bothers to look," Blaine laughed. "We always do this and in the end you'll decide to have the bacon wrapped scallops and a side salad and I'm going to end up with the rosemary chicken and vegetable medley."
"Hey I can't help it if this is where they do it best," Quinn giggled.
"We are way too predictable," Blaine laughed.
"I don't know Blaine...," the blond teased. "I don't think anyone would have guessed we'd be involved in the things we were involved in recently."
The man waved over the waiter to put his and Quinn's orders and made a big show of ordering iced tea for her to prove just how predictable she could be. She simply rolled her eyes and allowed him to do so.
"You really had a good time there, didn't you," Blaine asked his friend, who couldn't seem to wipe the goofy grin off of her face.
"That would be an understatement. It was….. magical," she answered.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself but you need to be careful," he warned.
"I'll be fine, gosh," she said back with a giggle.
"No, I'm being serious. You're all starry eyed and I know exactly what star you're seeing."
"Come on! I thought that's what you wanted for me. To have some great lady loving experiences with someone that knows how to make me feel good," Quinn replied, as if she was offended.
"I'm all for that. I'm happy for you, I really am but I just want you to protect yourself," he stressed. "You need to remember that Temptation Playground is just that. It's a playground with lots of toys that we inevitably have to share with other people when we're not using them."
"I know that. I'm not an idiot Blaine. I didn't get into this thinking I was going to be able to reserve someone just for me and they'd go untouched until I came back for more," the blond said, now losing some of the high she had been on.
"Really, because it looks to me like you've already started planning your damn lives together. Just be careful with your heart, especially with her. She makes Santana the most money for a reason; she's great at what she does."
"I thought you liked her," the blond questioned with a raise of a perfectly sculpted brow.
Blaine giggled a little. "I like her just fine. In the real world I could see us being friends. But that place is its own little world; an entity, and she knows just how to work it in there." he answered.
"It's funny that you're all over me but you're so far gone for that Porcelain guy you can barely see straight," she challenged.
"I've never been able to see straight," Blaine joked, trying to steer the conversation off of him and Kurt.
"You'll have no disagreements from me there," she smirked. "But that doesn't get you off the hook. I may be smitten but the first time I went there, you threw a hissy fit over him."
"Look, he said he was going to ask if he could stay out of the Rainbow Lounge. I was only mad because he wasn't honest. Porcelain's just….."
"A toy," Quinn cut him off. "Blah, blah, blah, blah. Fine. Keep trying to convince yourself."
Blaine went to reply, however, the waiter placed their drinks in front of them. Before the man could leave the designer asked, "I'll need a glass of Chateau Ducru,"
"Don't you have to meet a client after this?"
"Oh yeah, Sandy Ryerson," Blaine paused for a second then said, "Better make it the whole bottle. I'll need to be buzzed to deal with his grabby hands and his inability to let me do my job." The waiter nodded and left the alone once again.
"Why do you keep taking him on as a client if he's so impossible?"
"Because his check comes with more zeros than most," the man groaned.
"Are you driving?"
"I can call for a car," he replied.
"So is it safe to assume the previous conversation is over," asked the blond.
"Yep," he answered shortly."I'm done."
"Good. Now what is up with that bartender?" she asked, hoping to cut some of the built tension.
"Oh, Puck? He can be an ass but he's alright. He gripes about having to work around, in his words, 'All the hot cookies and can't even get a taste.' It's really funny. " Blaine answered with a laugh.
"That's terrible," his friend laughed back.
"And that's one of the good ones he uses."
"You mean it gets worse?"
"Cruder and less witty," Blaine deadpanned.
"Whoa." And just like that, the two were back to joking around and went on to enjoy the rest of their lunch.
Meanwhile, in Rachel's car, Sugar was going on about the shopping trip from the passenger's seat. Rachel was already annoyed with the traffic, yet the universe had decided to burden her with the mouth Sugar had on her.
"I really can't believe you actually found the right shoes! Not that I'm upset about it, I mean it's obviously a good thing, but it's just...we went to six different shoe places before we got them, that's a lot! I honestly didn't think we'd find them, but we did, that is so amazing! The good thing about us going to so many different shoe stores is that I got fourteen new pairs of shoes!"
Rachel rolled her eyes, as she stopped at a red light.
"I spent so much money today, but it's okay, I'm pretty sure I can get one of my clients to pay my credit card bill. God, I love it when they do that!"
"Sugar", snapped Rachel."Give me your purse."
"Why, Rach...", asked the energy driven woman."I have nothing to hide."
"Just give it!"
Sugar rolled her eyes, and placed her purse into Rachel's lap. Rachel sighed, and casually unzipped it."Oh my God, are you serious? Sugar!"
"I knew it", said Sunshine, from the backseat. She was peaking over the back of Rachel's seat."She has been talking so much, I just knew it."
Rachel pulled two empty Red Bull cans from Sugar's purse.
"Okay to be fair, I was really tired", Sugar whined."Be gentle."
"So take nap if you're tired! You can't drink this stuff! It's like putting gasoline on a fire", laughed Rachel."No more." She was annoyed, but couldn't hide how amused she was.
"Please, don't drink that stuff anymore, Sugar", said Sunshine."It makes you a little crazy."
"Are you guys gonna' tell Santana on me?"
"I won't", answered Sunshine."I don't want you to get into trouble."
"I won't say a word, but promise you'll cut back? I know you have a whole case of these in your room. I won't say anything about that either, but you need to cut back...", warned Rachel.
"I promise I will. I could have a worse addiction", laughed Sugar."Speaking of addictions! Oh my God, did you guys hear about Tina?"
"About what", asked Sunshine.
"Awe Sugar...no. Why would you say anything about that to her", asked Rachel, in a whiny tone."Come on..."
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know I wasn't supposed to", defended the hyper woman."We have to tell her now."
"Tell me what", asked Sunshine."What's wrong with Tina?"
Rachel wanted to hold back. It was well known that Tina was Sunshine's best friend at Temptation playground. Tina had shown Sunshine the ropes, and taken her under her wing. Due to that, Sunshine had grown very attached to the only other Asian female at the playground, and cared for her like an older sister. Something else well known, was the fact that Sunshine was always a little behind on things, due to the fact that she wasn't from the same country. She wasn't a dumb girl by any means, but it did take her a while to understand certain things. the Philippines seem to work much differently than what the tiny girl was used to. There was no doubt that she was adapting, but it was taking some time.
"Sunshine...", started Rachel."Tina is having a little bit of a problem, but it's nothing you need to worry about, okay?"
"Well, what does it have to do with addiction?"
"Damn it, Sugar I could slap you right now, and feel no remorse", snapped Rachel."You knew damn well that was a secret!"
"I'm sorry", whined the hyper girl. She was whining, but it wasn't hiding the laughter."I didn't know it was a secret, but I think we both know it would happen sooner or later. Seriously, she would have found out eventually."
"Okay, Sugar...you're officially done commenting on this situation...", said Rachel."I'm not kidding, don't speak!"
Sugar just giggled, and shook her head.
"Rachel...does Tina have an addiction", asked Sunshine."To what?"
"To cocaine...".
"Oh, I knew it", whined the tiny Asian woman."She's been acting so strange lately. I didn't want it to be true, but deep down inside, I knew it."
"Sunshine, don't worry about it too much okay? She seems to be doing much better, and even if she fails on her own...Santana is going to send her for help", Rachel said, trying her best to comfort her.
"That means she'll get sent away. What am I supposed to do without her?"
"Don't you worry about that, baby. We'll all be watching over you until she gets back. Just remember, if she does go away for a while, it won't be for good. She'll always come back, especially for you", said Rachel, looking at her friend through the rear view mirror.
"Really", asked Sunshine.
"Yes, really. Everything will be just fine."
"Okay, so not to interrupt this beautiful little moment, but I just got a text from Brittany. We needed to be back there like yesterday", said Sugar."Not that I love being rushed, but we're getting check ups today, and I don't wanna' miss that. I'm trying to lure Dr. Sylvester in, we need to be there."
"Yeah, I know Sugar, I'm trying. You've been in New York long enough to know that traffic is a problem, so shut up. I want my physical, for good reasons. Health reasons. That being said, stop trying with Sue, because it's really not going to happen", laughed Rachel."I love you, but it's super obvious that you drive her a little nuts."
"I don't care, I'll get her. She's a doctor, she'll spend extra money on me. Usually the doctor clients I have love paying bills for me, I need that in my life."
"So, the only reason you're so eager about the check up, is to lure in a Doctor, that clearly has no interest in you", asked Rachel, laughing slightly.
"That is so not the way you should have said that, but yeah I guess."
"Wow. Okay, let me know how that works out for you."
"I will."
Rachel was friends with lots of the people she worked with, and she loved it. She loved being close to people she had to see every single day, it meant a lot to her. Even the people that pissed her off on a daily basis were important to her. Sugar was her friend, and she did care about her, but she held a certain amount of hatred for the girl that she was certain would never go away. Her attitude mixed with her hyper personality were enough to make a lesbian straight. However, Rachel knew how to handle her, and would never let Sugar get to her the way she knew she was always trying to get to people.
Soon enough, a combination of Rachel's road rage, and illegal driving behavior helped the three of them get back to the playground in time for their physicals. While the employees all waited in the Employee Lounge, Santana was posted outside of the examination room, as she usually was. Brittany by her side, tablet in hand, ready to take notes on whatever was going on. Everybody was going in and out, one at a time, getting checked out by the Doctor that was on Santana's payroll.
"Hey San", asked the blue eyed dancer.
"Yeah babe?"
"What would happen if we got busted, and shut down?"
Santana looked at Brittany like she had just asked a question that was impossible to answer.
"I mean like...how would we explain everything? The fact that we have an exam room, a kitchen, rooms for living and for sex...stuff like that."
"It's pretty self explanatory, Britts. It's an empty Hotel, that we took the top three floors of, and turned it into a sex club. People live here, so certain types of living space is required. Trust me baby, it wouldn't be too hard for cop or anybody like that to figure it out."
"Oh. Alright."
"Why did you ask me that, baby?"
"I was just wondering."
"Don't think about things like that. It won't happen, ever."
"I believe you, baby..." answered the blond, with a smile. She leaned over, and kissed Santana on the cheek. The Latina smiled, and winked at her blond beauty.
A minute later, the door the exam room flew open, and Sugar came flying out.
"This is ridiculous, it's so not fair", she was yelling."How come we have to have her as doctor, why can't we get one that knows what the Hell she's doing?"
"What are you talking about, Sugar", asked Brittany.
"That bitch has cold hands, a nasty attitude, and she obviously needs her damn eyes checked! She is not doing my physicals anymore!"
Santana laughed, and shook her head as Dr. Sue Sylvester appeared. She hovered in the doorway, and smirked.
"I see what's going on here", laughed Santana."Sugar, she doesn't want you, okay? Get over it, you can't add her to your Doctor list. You will continue to get your physicals with Dr. Sylvester, and if you don't, I'll put you out on your ass. Now go get dressed."
Sugar just rolled her eyes, and stomped passed her boss. Before she got very far, her arm was grabbed and she was being held in place."And I swear to God, if you drink one Red Bull tonight, I will suspend you! Jesus, I can smell it on you! Out of my site!"
"Fine", snapped Sugar, trying to pull her arm away. It was a lost cause.
"Excuse me? I don't think I heard you correctly Sugar, so why don't we try that again", Santana said so calmly, it creeped Sugar out. Brittany had to turn away. She didn't like when her girlfriend got scary. Sue however watched happily. She liked how Santana took charge.
"Sugar, I'm waiting."
"Yes Miss Santana."
"That's better", said Santana, as she let her go. Sugar wasted no time getting out of site.
"Damn she's a little spitfire today...", laughed Santana.
"Yeah, for good reason. She needs to stop drinking all the Red Bull, because her body us adapting to them. She has pretty high blood pressure, so it'd be much better if she stuck to water from now on. Keep an eye on that", said Sue."Other then that, she's healthy and obnoxious as ever."
"God, I am so sorry for her", laughed Santana."What went down in there?"
"She was bringing out the compliments, and talking a mile a minute. I'm not sure how she did it, but she actually managed to keep talking while I was looking at the back of her throat." Santana and Brittany giggled."I'm pretty sure that she is the only patient I've had that can ramble on with a tongue compressor in her mouth. She's a peach, but I'm not touching it."
"I don't blame you. I wasn't even going to suggest her. To be honest, she was the very first people that I ruled out. Don't worry though, Brittany's got a line up set for you. I'm sure one of our girls will catch your eye."
"I appreciate that, thank you", smiled Sue."I'm all set in here for the next girl by the way."
"Alright", said Santana, as she turned towards the Employee Lounge."Who's next", she hollered.
"Me", said Sunshine, as she hurried over."Hi Dr. Sylvester."
"Well if it isn't Little Miss Sunshine. Come on in sweetie, let me crack you open like a fortune cookie", said Sue with a wink. Sunshine's eyes grew wide, and she looked at Santana.
"Oh, sweetie", laughed the Boss Lady."She's just joking it's okay."
Sunshine took a deep breath, and stepped passed Sue, into the room.
"I had to say it, there was just no passing that up", laughed the doctor before closed the door.
"She's funny", laughed Brittany.
"She really is."
"Santana", said Puck, as he walked out of the elevator. He was being followed by a buy a hunky looking blond guy.
"Good, you're not in jail", breathed Santana.
"Nah, Detective Schuester took care of it. He's stopping in to talk to you later", answered Puck.
"Sounds good. Who's your little friend with the blond Bieber hair", asked Santana, looking over Puck's shoulder.
"Be nice, he wants to be work here. You don't know him", asked Puck, in shock.
"I don't think so...", said Santana, as she looked him up and down.
"Sam Evans. Nice to meet you", he said, extending his hand."Puckerman didn't do you justice. You are a lot sexier than he described."
Santana smirked, and shook his hand.
"Oh! Oh my God, Sam Evans! Baby, he's famous", said Brittany, clearly excited."I have some of his songs on my iPod!"
"That's sweet. You're pretty sexy too", said smiled, shaking the blond's hand."Always nice to meet a fan."
"Oh okay, I do know who you are. I watched a TV special about you recently. If I'm not mistaken, you were named one of New York's Finest Ladies Men. Your music career was on the fast rise, and you own a penthouse apartment here in the city, and a beach house in Malibu. So, I can't help but wonder, why the fuck would you want to work here?"
Puck laughed nervously, and pulled Santana to the side. She wasn't okay with leaving her girlfriend standing with the musician, but she had no choice at the moment.
"Okay, see this is why I didn't want to bring him up here. I knew you'd hate him right away", he snapped.
"Right, so why did you bother?"
"Look, he was into the coke like really deep", admitted Puck.
"Seriously", asked the Latina, looking over at the blond haired man."He doesn't twitch like a coke head...".
"Yeah, he's clean, been clean for about five or six months. The problem is, when he was getting high, his music was a Hell of a lot better. But, he doesn't wanna' get hooked on the drugs again. I ran into him on my way here, he asked for my help", explained Puck.
"Okay, wait. I take it you used to be his dealer?"
"Yeah."
"Wow, so let me get this straight. He doesn't wanna' get hooked on the junk again, so he goes to his former dealer for help", she laughed."Puck, what the fuck, this doesn't make any damn sense."
"Well, we're buddies too. I mean, he's a close friend of mine. I'm gonna' help him get some new music out there, you know I jam. I ain't gonna' sell him anything either, and he knows I'll stay true to that. He needs another job though, a good one, until his career gets back on track."
"Okay, fine. Two things. First question, if he's such a big star, why does he want a job so badly?"
"He's coasting...a lot of his money went to drugs. He's even selling his Malibu house."
"Okay. Second question, and this should be so obvious to you, but I guess you're too much a dumb ass to pick up on shit."Puck just rolled his eyes."He's clearly straight. Look at him, he's over there flirting with my woman like he actually has a chance."
"Yeah...he's not as straight as you'd think. He doesn't fuck dudes, but he likes giving blow jobs. He'll dance too, tiny Diesel briefs and all", said Puck. He was studying his boss as he talked, and could tell she wasn't totally convinced yet."Look, he'll take whatever you pay him, and I know he's a flirt, but I'll watch him."
"Puck, I don't know. What the fuck are you getting me into here?"
"He's my friend. I'd rather have him here, inside and safe. It's better then him being out there on the street, blowing random dudes at ten bucks a pop. He's attractive, he's got a way with words, and he knows how to move. What do you have to loose?"
Santana took one more look at Sam, and sighed."Alright, fine. I'll give him a chance, but Puckerman...I swear to God, you better watch him."
"I will, I swear to God."
"You fucking better. Both of you need to go chill in the lounge for a bit, you need a physical, and I guess now he will too. When I'm done dealing with Sue, get him in my office so I can explain how things work around here. Because the whole him flirting with Britts and other females around here? Yeah, that's gonna' stop real quick. You hear me?"
"Loud and clear Boss Lady."
About an hour later, Sue was sitting Santana's office. Santana at her desk, with Brittany seated comfortably on top of the desk.
"All your males are in good shape, STD free, and all. Kurt's got a little bit of a cold, but if he takes some cold medicine, it will be gone before it gets any worse", the Doctor was explaining. Brittany was taking notes on her tablet, while Santana sat and listened."Rachel is obnoxiously healthy, I don't know how she finds the damn time."
"We don't either ", laughed Santana.
"I have two concerns. I noticed that Tina has lost a huge amount of weight since my last visit. So, I did some testing, asked her some questions. Let's just say it doesn't take a cup full of urine to know, that girl is on drugs."
"Yeah, we know", said Brittany, sadly.
"We're on it. She's got one more chance to clean up her act, or she's off to rehab for a while", explained Santana.
"Good, she needs it. That being said, you need to watch your new guy, Sam. He told me his history, and that he's clean, and I can tell he is, but you'll still need to keep a close eye on him."
"I know, Puck's gonna' be his babysitter."
"I hope he's dancing...I got a look at him with his shirt off. Not too bad, if I was into that, I'd tear him apart", laughed Sue."He looks familiar too."
"He's a famous singer, and song writer", beamed Brittany.
"That makes sense", nodded Sue."Anyways, everything I've just explained and more is all in the files, and we're done."
"Fantastic, thank you Sue. You'll have your cash by the time you leave here later", said Santana politely.
Upstairs, in her room, Rachel was stripping down so that she could get into her Dorothy costume. She was about to get the dress from the hanger, when she heard her phone ring. She hurried to her bed, and grabbed her phone. She smiled when she saw that it was Quinn calling.
"Hello?"
"Hey there gorgeous, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just getting ready for the night. How are you?"
"I'm good, having a pretty decent day. I was hoping I could make it even better by coming to see you later tonight."
"Oh...well, you can come in. As you know, members can be here whenever. But...I think my night is full. I have three clients tonight. I don't have you scheduled again for a few days", Rachel said, sadly. She's never been so upset over not being able to spend time with a client. She wasn't sure she liked the feeling that was settling in her stomach at that moment.
"I see", answer Quinn. Rachel could tell that she was upset."That's alright. Good things come to those who wait."
"Mmmm, I hope you mean that the way I think you mean it...", purred Rachel.
"Oh I did", giggled Quinn."I wish I didn't have to wait...but you are so worth it."
"Likewise. So, what was your day like today", asked Rachel, as she plopped down onto her bed.
"Busy, but I did get to have lunch with Blaine, so that was nice. Now I'm sitting at my desk, thinking about blowing off my dinner meeting."
"Why would you blow it off?"
"I'm just not in the mood. I need to relax tonight, I'm a little stressed out", breathed the blond.
"Awe, I'm sorry that I can't be a stress reliever for you. Trust me...I really want to be."
"You're sweet. I hope you had a good day."
"I did. I went shopping, this morning. One of my clients has a film fetish. So...guess what costume I had to go buy?"
"Oh god", laughed Quinn."Let me think. Hmmm, Rose from Titanic?"
"What", asked Rachel, breaking into laughter."No, no way. Try again."
"Um, what about Wendy from Peter Pan?"
"No, but I have done Pocahontas once before."
"Really? I think I'd like to see that", Quinn laughed."I give up though, what costume is it?"
"I'll give you a hint. If you have any sisters you don't like, I'll be happy to drop a house on her."
"Oh my god...are you dressing up as Dorothy from Wizard of Oz?"
"I am", laughed Rachel."My first time too, it's pretty exciting."
"Wow, okay. I'm so coming in tonight, even if I don't get to spend any time with you. That I need to see."
Rachel smiled. There was no denying, she really wanted to see Quinn. She thought to herself for a minute, for getting that Quinn was waiting on the other line.
"You there, gorgeous?"
"Yeah...sorry. Um, I was just thinking. You know, if you really are coming in tonight...I could make some time for you, in between clients. It wouldn't be long, and Santana would probably kick my ass if she found out. You're worth it though."
"Rachel, you don't have to do that to me."
"I know, but i want to. I've been...thinking about you...".
"Really", asked Quinn.
"So much...".
Quinn smiled. She was happy Rachel couldn't see her at the moment, because she was pretty sure her face was beet red at the moment.
"Okay, I'll be there."
"Good", smiled Rachel."I'll see you later tonight."
"Yes you will. By Rachel."
"Until tonight, beautiful."
Rachel hung up, and sighed. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she knew Quinn was different. Not like the rest, not like anyone she had ever been with. She wanted to keep her around for as long as she could.
Later that night, when the playground was in full swing, Quinn inside and looked around. She couldn't help but feel comfortable. Sure, she was new, but she truly felt like it was somewhere that she belonged. She was greeted with some smiled from other members, as she made her way to the bar. As she walked up to the counter, she noticed Santana sitting next to a tall woman, with short blond hair. She took a seat on the empty seat on the other side of the Latina, and waved Puck down.
"Well if it isn't the newbie", smiled Santana."How are you tonight, Quinn?"
"I'm fine, thank you. How are you?"
"I'm alright. A little confused though."
"Why is that", questioned Quinn.
"It's not a big deal, I just know that Star is booked tonight. So, I'm not sure why you'd be here, unless you wanted to take on another girl."
"I don't, but I just thought I would come have a few drinks", smiled Quinn. She could tell Santana was annoyed by her presence."Is that against the rules?"
"Not at all." Santana wanted to lie to her, and tell her it was against the rules. However, she did need to maintain a professional appearance, no matter how much she disliked the new member."It's always nice to see you."
"It's always nice to see you as well."
"Hey Quinn", said Puck, as he bounced over."What's going on?"
"Not much, Puck. How are you tonight?"
"I'm fantastic now that I'm fully clothed", he smiled."Can I get you a Vodka and Cran?"
"You sure can", she smiled.
"With lime right?"
"Right, thank you."
"Yum, that sounds like a fun drink", Sue commented."I think I'll have to give that a try."
"Oh, Quinn...this is Dr Sue. Sylvester", said Santana, as she leaned back."Sue, this is our newest member, Quinn Fabray."
"It's nice to meet you", said Quinn, reaching in front of Santana, to shake the woman's hand.
"Nice to meet you as well. Welcome to the Playground, it's always great to see new faces. How are you liking it so far?"
Before Quinn could answer, Santana butted in.
"Her girl is Star...so you can imagine how she likes it so far."
"Wow, talk about top choice. Nice Pick, new girl", smiled Sue.
"And she would know", said Santana, winking at Quinn.
Quinn new what it meant, but she chose to ignore it. She simply smiled politely, as Puck placed her drink in front of her.
As an awkward silence settled in, Brittany hurried over to the bar with her tablet in her hands.
"Sanny...".
"Baby, what are you doing, you're supposed to be on stage by now", said Santana.
"I know, I'm going to change now. I just needed to tell you, Detective Schuester is waiting for you in your office."
"Oh, okay. Thank you baby", said Santana, as she finished her drink, and stood up."Ladies, I'll need to excuse myself. I'll catch up with you later."
With that, her and Brittany left the bar.
"So", said Sue, moving over one seat to sit next to Quinn."Has she been good to you?"
"Who star? Um...yes", she answered. She wasn't sure why it was any of the woman's business.
"She usually is. Star is every woman's fantasy, there is no doubt about it."
"Are you one of her clients?"
"Not anymore."
"Oh, did something happen?"
"Nothing bad. I ended my services with her respectfully. Let's just say we had a difference of opinion."
Quinn nodded.
"She's a beauty though."
"How long have you been a member", asked Quinn.
"Since it started. I'm a friend of Santana's family, so I'm actually apart of the whole operation."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, all the employees are my patients. It's my job to make sure that everybody working here is healthy enough to engage is such...activities."
"I see why that's necessary. Very nice", said Quinn.
"Hey Quinn, you feel like doing me a favor", asked Puck.
"Depends", she answered."What is it?"
"Santana left her phone. Can you take it to her office? She hates being without it."
"Um, yeah sure. Will she mind me going up there?"
"Not if you tell her I sent you", said Puck, reassuringly.
"Alright."
Up in Santana's office, she was in the middle of a pretty heated argument with one, Detective William Schuester.
"You are out of your mind if you think you're getting anymore money from me, Schuester!"
"Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know how fast I could shut your entire operation down? You know as well as I do that if you get busted, you and most of these people will be in jail quicker then the judge slams the gavel and says guilty! Are you really willing to risk the reputations of your members?"
"Fuck you!"
"I'm not asking for a lot here! Face it, me being on your payroll is the best damn thing that's ever happened to this place! I want a raise!"
Santana hated the man. He was a pathetic dirty cop, and she didn't like that she needed him. She studied his behavior for a moment. He was antsy, and shaky. His eyes were glazed over, and he had sniffled a little more than what was normal.
"Jesus. You wanna' tell me when you started buying from Puckerman?"
"You don't need to know about that!"
"No, I think I do, because I know it's the reason why you're asking for more money!"
"Fine, you got me! Whatever! Now I want more money, or I swear to God, I will bust you and make sure you and everybody that works for you gets put away for a very long time! Give it up, you know I got you!"
Santana wanted to punch him. She wanted to beat him senseless. She knew there was probably some way around it, but she wouldn't risk it.
"Five hundred more a week, that's it", she said.
"Done. I need it now", he said, sticking his hand out.
"You are such a selfish bastard", she snapped, as she went behind her desk, and squatted down. She went to the safe that sat underneath the desk, and started spinning the dile. She grabbed five hundred dollars cash out, and locked it back up. She had barely gotten to her feet when Will moved to her,and snatched it from her hand.
"Watch it detective snow storm", she snapped.
"Whatever, I'm out of here", he said. As he walked towards the door."Call me when you need me."
He opened the door, to see Quinn standing there. She had her hand in the air as if she was about to knock.
"Whoa", said Will."Sorry."
"It's...okay", she said softly.
He rushed by her, almost knocking her down.
Santana was giving Quinn a dirty look, but eventually she waved her inside. Quinn shut the door behind her, and moved towards the clearly pissed off Latina.
"Um, you left this at the bar, and Puck asked me to bring it to you", she said, offering the iPhone to Santana.
"Wow, thanks", she breathed, as she took it. She shook her head, and sat down at her desk.
"So, who was that, if you don't mind me asking."
"What are you fucking news reporter", snapped Santana.
Quinn laughed nervously."I can take a hint, I'll just head back to the bar."
"No", said Santana."Have a seat."
Honestly, Quinn was the last person Santana wanted to talk to, but anybody else she wanted to talk to was busy. She decided to just vent to the newbie.
"That was a cop that I have on my payroll. He takes care of certain things for me. Up until a few week ago, he's been a blessing. Now that he's addicted to the money he makes from me, and the drugs he gets from Puck...he's getting more and more demanding."
"Ouch", said Quinn.
"Yeah, no shit. He could totally ruin me, but it's gonna' take me a while to figure out how to get rid of him without getting shut down."
"Wait, get rid of him? You don't mean...kill him, do you", asked Quinn, in shock.
"No...no, nothing like that", she assured.
"Oh okay, I was...just wondering."
"Let me let you in a little secret, Quinn. I love what I do. I love the money, I love the power, and I love that I make so many people happy using sex. It's a fucking beautiful thing. I'm a Goddess. I own this building, I had a dream, made plans, and did what I could to make it come true. Sex club or not, this place is my baby, and I'll do what I have to to keep it going. My job is a fucking dream come true."
"But...", said Quinn. She knew it was coming.
"But, it comes with a price. A high one, and sometimes figuring things out can be...really obnoxious."
"I can imagine."
"No, trust me, you can't."
Quinn wasn't sure why Santana was talking to her, or why she was letting her in on secrets, but it was a step up from the attitude she usually got. Sure, they weren't friends, and she never saw them being friends, but she knew that she could help. And she was going to.
"Santana...how much do you pay him?"
"Was fifteen hundred a week...now it's two grand."
"How long as he been blowing coke?"
"Long enough. That mother fucker is hooked."
"Interesting", said Quinn, with a huge smile on her face.
"Why are you asking me this shit", asked Santana.
"I think I can help you out. Are you willing to listen to me, or should I just get up and walk out right now?"
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