A/N - Santana goes a little insane in this chapter, but just know that it's needed. AU means OC, keep that in mind. Changes are coming, so I hope you're all prepared for some crazy. Thank you for your reviews,and please keep them coming, it's more inspiration than you even know! I love you all, and I hope you all love the update. It was meant to be posted sooner, but it didn't happen. Sorry about that.

Fifteen minutes after Quinn had walked into Santana's office, the two of them were walking back out. Santana had a devilish smile on her face, and was in a much better mood than she had been prior to her whole situation. She couldn't help but find it somewhat awkward that she was so happy due to Quinn.

"Quinn, I never say this to anybody else except my girlfriend, and my reflection, but you are a fucking genius."

"Am I", smiled Quinn."Good to know, thank you for confirming."

"This could work. I mean, I'll have to spend some extra money on Puckerman to get him on board, but it will be worth it once I'm rid of this ass hole. Now, are you sure about your contact with the NYPD?"

"I'm positive."

"Amazing", laughed Santana, as the two of them headed for the elevator. As the two of them stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor, Quinn felt something smack against the side of her cheek, and it stung bad.

"Ouch, damn it", she snapped.

"What's wrong", asked Santana, as they came to a stop."You alright?"

Quinn glanced to her left, and could see Rachel standing around a corner, motioning for her.

"Um...yeah, I'm...I'm fine. Would you mind if I met you in the bar? I need to make a quick phone call."

"No problem, and just because you're helping me out, your tab is free for tonight", said Santana, as if she was doing Quinn a huge favor.

"Wow. Well, thank you", smiled Quinn."That's very nice of you."

"Yeah, it's whatever. See you in few."

As Santana walked away, she looked to her left, and snapped at a random girl."Damn it, Kimmy...what did I say about that outfit? It's tacky, and you look like a five dollar hooker when you wear it! Go change!"

Quinn giggled, and shook her head. Once the Boss Lady was out of site, Quinn hustled towards Rachel. The tiny woman pulled her around the corner, and smashed her lips against the blond's.

"Mmmmmm", she moaned into her mouth. It seemed like forever until the kiss ended, and they just stared at each other.

"Hello to you too", whispered Quinn, with a smile.

Rachel started to giggle."I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you int he face like that."

"Yeah, what the Hell was that", asked Quinn, laughing a little.

"I panicked, I didn't think I would get your attention so I flung one of my hair bands at you", she laughed."I'm so sorry."

"I don't think you saying how sorry you are really proves it...how sorry are you", purred Quinn, as she lifted Rachel up, and pinned her to the wall. She moaned softly when she felt her Star's legs wrap around her waist.

"God...you have no idea how sorry. Let me show you...", Rachel answered.

"Show me anything you want...Dorothy", Quinn joked."You look so cute in this costume by the way."

"I'm glad you think so. Are you in the mood to follow the yellow brick road with me?"

Quinn smiled."I would like to say yes, but to be honest...that sounds like something a person with a urine fetish might say. Somebody who loves the Golden Showers...".

"Yeah it really does, so I'll go ahead and take that one back", the smaller woman laughed."How about I say...there's no place like home?"

"That all depends...where's home?"

"In between your legs...", smiled Rachel, as her hips pushed against the blond. Her action earned a response. Quinn pushed back, only she didn't just push once. She pressed her lips against Rachel, forcing her tongue into her mouth, and thrusting her hips at a steady, hard pace. She just couldn't help herself.

"Oh God...", moaned Rachel."Stop, and I will kill you...".

"Mmmmmm I won't stop", moaned Quinn, as she attached her lips onto Rachel's neck. She'd never felt so turned on, fully clothed, and grinding on somebody. It was awkward for her, but she was loving every second of it.

"Mmmm...mmm Quinn...baby...more", whimpered Rachel, her finger nails pressing into Quinn's back."Holy shit...".

The next five minutes was pure magic for the two of them, grinding and pushing into each other like two horny teenagers. Neither of them ever thought such a simple sexual action could turn them on, and bring them so close to the edge.

"Quinn...this is so...not...normal...for...me...but I'm about to...c-c-cum...oooooh my GOD", Rachel whimpered out, as she moaned through her climax, and squeezed the blond as hard as she could. She didn't think it would happen, but she heard Quinn climax too. She felt it, and she loved it. It took a few minutes, however the two of them managed to calm down, and breathe. They held onto each other, staring into each others eyes.

"God...", whispered Quinn."You are so beautiful...".

"No...", breathed Rachel."You are, baby. This has never happened to me before."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...I thought the whole dry humping thing was for the weak. I thought it was just something high school kids did so they would have something to brag to their friends about. I was wrong. It's real...and it's fucking hot", laughed Rachel."I guess that means you're pretty damn special to me."

"I can't lie...I've done it before but this is the first time it actually felt...real. What the Hell are you doing to me Rachel?"

The tiny woman smiled, and brought her legs down from Quinn's waist. She kissed her softly on the lips, and rested her head on Quinn's chest.

"Who am I keeping you from right now", asked Quinn. She didn't want to let go of her little Star, but she knew she didn't have a choice.

"Nobody as important as you. I'm on my way up to change. Dorothy's going back to Kansas for the night", she laughed."I really wish I could blow everyone off and just...hang out with you."

"I wish that too. More then anything", said Quinn, as they kissed again."Your boss said I'm drinking on a free tab for the night."

"Oh my God, you can't be serious", said Rachel, in shock."What the Hell did you do for her?"

"There's a detective she's having issues with. I guess he's demanding more money from her and threatening her."

"Oh God, it's Schuester. That ass hole has been bad news since day one, I knew he would cause issues. I knew it", breathed Rachel.

"Well, I know somebody that can help. He'll loose his badge, Puck will loose some inventory, and Santana will have to find another detective for her payroll. It will be worth it though, because judging from where this guy is at right now...I can only see it getting worse for Santana. Dealing with him won't be easy in the future, and she knows that."

"Wow. Quinn that's amazing, you are so sweet to help her like that", smiled Rachel."Just so sweet."

"Trust me, it's more for you then it is for her. I mean, I have to assume that if something were to happen, like this place getting shut down...I'd loose you. I can't have that."

Rachel wanted to kiss Quinn again, but her phone started to go off. She pulled it from her bra, and looked at the screen."Shit, time for my next client."

"Awwww...no", whined Quinn, making a sad face."I don't wanna' let you go...".

"I know...I know, I'm so sorry. Don't leave yet, please? I really want you to stick around...", said Rachel.

"I'm not going anywhere don't you worry", smiled the blond."I promise."

Rachel leaned in and kissed her passionately once more, before she moved away, and hurried towards the elevator."You better keep that promise."

A few minutes later, Quinn was down at the bar. She was sitting with Santana, drink in her hand, listening to their plan being explained to Puck.

"Look Puck, Quinn's got this girl she takes photos for. She's a cop but plans to ditch that career for modeling. She'll plant some powder somewhere so that it will be found by a Superior, and he'll get busted. All you have to do is give up enough of the snowy stuff to make him look worse than he already is", Santana was saying.

"I dunno' how much of my inventory I can give up, San. Sounds like an amazing plan, but I'm limited on certain things, ya' know", Puck argued.

"I know that, but I can take care of it. Trust me, I've been taking care of you for how long? You know I got this...and getting rid of this ass hole will do wonders for Me, you and so many other people", Santana laughed.

Not even halfway through the conversation, Quinn spaced out. It wasn't that she didn't want to listen. She didn't know that her mind would wander but it did. She couldn't stop thinking about her Star. It wasn't just that she wanted to know what she was doing at that very moment, or who she was with. It wasn't that she needed to know if she was feeling as good with her other clients, like when she was with her. To Quinn, the situation was unfair, in so many different ways.

Why couldn't she have met Rachel outside of that place?

Why did she have to share her?

What was it about her that was so intoxicating, and why was she so much different?

Quinn hated it. She hated that she fell so hard, and so fast. With all she was thinking about, everything weighing her thoughts down, she managed to squeeze one more worry into mind.

What if Rachel was just pretending?

She didn't want to believe it, but she knew it could be true. She was so caught up in how brand new she felt, that she hadn't really considered the worst. What if it was real for her, but not for Rachel...

Before Quinn left Temptation Playground that night, her and Rachel had managed to sneak two more little visits. One resulted in more heavy playtime behind the elevator. The other had just been a bunch of sexy little kisses, and goodbyes. Quinn didn't want to leave, but she was a little drunk and thought getting some sleep might be a good idea. She did have to work the next day, and it was going to be a long one. Only once she was at home, teeth brushed, face washed, and in bed, falling asleep became a challenge. She just couldn't get her mind to stop. As if the universe had known exactly what she was thinking about, her phone went off, and she wasted zero time grabbing it from her night stand, and looking. She smiled when she saw it was a text from Rachel.

Wishing I was in bed with U...wishing I was anywhere with U right now...sweet dreams...- R

In bed wishing I was looking at just one Star...U have sweet dreams 2...- Q

The next afternoon Rachel was being ripped from her sleep by the sound of somebody pounding on her door. She was upset to begin with, but more because she had been dreaming about a certain blond haired photographer.

"Oh God...", she grumbled."Hang on..."

She slowly got out of bed, and shuffled to the door. She was was annoyed, and who wouldn't be? Whoever it was clearly not going to stop pounding until the door was open. Once she did pull the door open, she was greeted with the face of the Boss Lady.

"Good morning, Santana."

"Morning? Bitch, it's after one o'clock in the afternoon", she laughed, as she pushed her way into the room. Rachel rolled her eyes, and moved back towards her bed. It was no surprise that the Latina had come to see her. She did randomly bother her employees if she felt they had been asleep for too long."So...how was your night last night?"

"It was fine. Busy, but everything went fine. I really hope I never have to wear that Dorothy costume again" sighed Rachel, as she climbed back into her bed, and pulled the covers over her.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?"

"It was just...awkward I guess, I dunno'...".

Santana took a seat at the foot of Rachel's bed, and crossed her arms over er chest."That's confusing to me. You've never complained about wearing costumes before...".

"Well, you know I don't mind. It's just...sometimes, certain things people want me to wear...are just kind of strange to me. I'm dealing with it though, it's alright", the smaller woman yawned.

"I see", said Santana."That was a pretty big yawn, your night must have been crazy."

"I had four clients", reminded Rachel.

"Well, four and one on the side", smiled Santana.

"What?"

"Don't even lie", snapped Santana."Don't you dare pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about! I'm giving you one chance, and one chance only to be honest with me! Starting now!"

Rachel didn't say a word. She just looked away. And just like that, Santana's mood was flipped.

"Get up!"

"Santana...wait", begged Rachel, her eyes filling with tears.

"No, get the fuck up out of that bed, before I drag you out!"

Rachel let some of her tears fall. She had almost forgotten how scary it was when in trouble with the Boss Lady. The worst part was how sneaky she was about it. There were times when the Latina just flew off the handle, with no games or hesitation. There were also times when she'd stay so silent, it was hard to even begin to guess what she was thinking. The approach Rachel was dealing with had come to be everybody's least favorite. Acting like everything was fine, before exploding and putting somebody on the spot. Rachel felt like vomiting as she stood from her bed. She knew exactly what was coming, and she hated it.

"Lounge. Right. Now", growled Santana. Rachel started walking towards her bedroom door, but apparently it wasn't fast enough. A small cry escaped her lips as she felt Santana's hand gripping the back of her neck. She wasn't squeezing, or trying to hurt her, but she was scaring Rachel into moving much quicker. Once they were in the employee lounge, Rachel just wanted to die then and there. Most of the employees were sitting there. Some fully clothed, some in their pajamas, all eyes on her. She turned, and looked up at Santana.

"Please...I'm sorry Santana...please don't do this to me...", she cried.

"No no no, it's too late now, sweetie", said Santana, in her special calm before the storm type of tone. She wiped some of Rachel's tears away, and smiled at the fear in her eyes."I gave you a chance to be honest...now, I need to make an example out of you."

It was terrifying. Her sudden mood change was throwing everyone for a loop.

"Please", pleaded Rachel."I'm so sorry, I promise I won't-".

"Stop. Go sit down", said Santana. Rachel just shook her head, and did as she was told. A second later, Brittany appeared with a remote in one hand, and her tablet in the other. She was out of breath, and her expression gave away that she was worried.

"Here San, it's all set up. He said just press play", she said, handing the remote to her girlfriend.

"Thank you, baby", said Santana, as she walked to the center of the room."Listen up everybody."

All the mumbling, and whispering came to an end, as everybody brought their attention to their boss.

"As you all know, I'm a huge fan of having my babies follow my rules. I don't give a shit if you're at the top of the employee list. I don't give a shit how popular you are around here. I especially don't give a shit if you happen to catch feelings for one of the members. You do not break my fucking rules", she barked, looking directly at Rachel. She was sitting on one of the couches in between Kurt, and Sugar."Now, does anybody wanna' tell me what my number one rule is?"

Nobody wanted to speak. They all knew the rule, but not one person had the nerve to speak up.

"Nobody? Alright, fine. I'll pick some body. Let's see...", said Santana, as she scanned the room. Eventually her eyes landed on a tan skinned, dark eyed male, sitting up on the pool table."Casey...stand up, sweetie."

He rolled his eyes, and jumped down from the pool table."Yes, Miss Santana?"

"Tell me the number one rule."

"Never take time away from a client to spend time with somebody that isn't on your schedule", he stated, attentively.

"Good boy", she smiled."You may sit."

"Thank you, Miss Santana", he answered, as he sat back down.

"Now, I thought it was a fair rule, and I didn't think it was a very hard rule to follow. That was until two of Star's clients called me this morning, complaining about her being slow. Not getting to certain rooms on time, and not preforming as well as she normally does."

Rachel couldn't help but look down. She was so embarrassed, even knowing that she would be put through it. She'd always felt so horrible for other people who were put in the hot seat, but she never thought it would happen to her. She wanted to shower in gasoline, and set herself on fire.

"The first complaint came from her second client of the evening, who said that she didn't even cum by the time they were done having sex. She could tell that Rachel faked it."

Some people in the room laughed and giggled quietly. Others actually felt bad for their fellow employee, and stayed quiet.

"The second complaint came from her last client of the night, who said that Rachel fell asleep in the middle of them having sex."

"Oh God...", Rachel cried, softly.

Santana knew she was absolutely torturing the girl, but she didn't care, and she wasn't done.

"As you can imagine, I was a little upset. So, I went ahead and checked the security footage."

That did it.

"No... no no...Santana, please", cried Rachel."Please stop, don't do this...". She stood up."How can you do this to me?"

"Sit your little ass back down, before I slap the shit outta' you", snapped the angry Latina.

Rachel just cried, as she was pulled back onto the couch by Kurt. He held her hand, and rubbed her back. He would never vocally defend her, but he knew he could give her a little bit of comfort without getting yelled at.

Santana simply pressed play on the remote, and everybody turned their attention to the over sized projection screen that hung on the wall. It was security footage of Quinn and Rachel behind the elevator. Quinn had Rachel pinned against the wall, and everybody could clearly see that Quinn was pushing her fingers in and out of Rachel.

"Whoa...", said Sugar, her eyes glued to the screen."God...Rachel...she must be good...".

"Sugar...shut the Hell up", snapped Rachel, and she reached over, and shoved the hyper girl hard enough for her to fall off the couch."For once in your God Damn life, keep your chatty little talk box shut!"

"Hey! Don't you take it out on her", hollered Santana."You fucked up! You broke a rule! That is nobody elses fault but yours! Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Rachel didn't answer. She just cried, and cried.

"Stand up."

Rachel did as she was told, and Santana moved towards her.

"Suspended for a week! No clients, no pay, and you do not leave this building!" Everybody exchanged looks of shock and confusion. It was the worst punishment they had ever seen given.

"Are you serious", asked Rachel, through her tears.

"Does it look like I'm fucking joking?"

"That is so unfair! You've never suspended anybody for a week before, ever! And...I can't leave the building? That is bullshit!"

"That's what happens when you're the best employee and you fuck up so badly. I don't wanna' hear one more argument out of your mouth. Every single one of your clients has been notified. That includes your new hallway fuck buddy. Now, get out of my site."

Rachel just stood, glaring at Santana. She couldn't believe what she was doing to her. She knew she could be a bitch, she knew she could be harsh and very cruel. Only this was different. She was being just plain evil.

"Let me tell you something Star...just because you think you're the best-"

"Know. I know that I am the fucking best", growled Rachel through her tears. It was bold statement, given who she was talking to, but she couldn't hold it back.

"Shut your mouth", snapped Santana."True, you're my top girl, but you had to of known that by crossing me, and challenging my authority over you, that you'd be knocked all the way down to the fucking bottom! From now on, you are on my radar, I will be keeping a very close eye on you! Make no mistake about that! It's gonna' be a long climb back to the top, sweetie, so if I were you, I'd cut the shit, and keep in line! I can't keep you from talking to that bitch, but I'm counting on you to do the right fucking thing! You hear me? Do not fuck up again, or I will have your ass!"

The tiny woman didn't bother to stop the fresh set of tears streaming from her eyes. She just continued to glare at her boss. She was so angry, and wanted nothing more then to reach up, and slap her as hard as she could.

"I'm sorry, did you have something to say", asked the Boss Lady.

"No, Miss Santana", she mumbled softly.

"Good! Out of my face!"

Rachel wasted no time getting out of the lounge, and back to her room. She slammed her door, threw herself onto the bed, and cried her eyes out.

Back in the lounge, Santana continued to lecture.

"I know you all think you're off the hook, and that this little show is over, but you couldn't be more wrong! The curtain has closed for our dear friend Rachel, her number is up and over! Next on the list, we have our squinty eyed little beauty...Sweet Lips."

All eyes in the room were suddenly on Tina, who was cuddled into Mike on a lounge chair.

"Fuck...", she mumbled.

"Tina...come to me, baby", smiled Santana.

Tina complied. She didn't want to, but she was hoping that if she was attentive, Santana wouldn't be has hard on her as she was on Rachel. Little did she know just how wrong she was. She slowly walked over to her boss, and stopped a few feet in front of her.

"Anything you wanna' tell me", asked Santana."Don't hold back."

Tina didn't say a word, she just stood there, looking down the the floor. She shivered a little when she felt Santana's hand on her chin, forcing her to look her in the eye."Anything at all?"

"No...n-nothing Miss Santana."

"Ouch. Don't say I didn't give you a chance", laughed Santana."Tina you are so bust-"

"Okay wait", interrupted Mike, as he stood up."I don't know how you found out, but it's true."

"Excuse me", asked Santana."You don't know how I found out?"

"I'm sorry. Don't punish her, it's my fault. I pursued her, I went after her. Do what you have to do with me, but please don't punish Tina", he rambled.

"Mike...shut up...", mumbled Tina. She knew he was about to make a huge mistake."Just shut up."

"No, I'm not shutting up, I can't let this happen. It's true...me and Tina...we're not just best friends. We're...engaged. We've been together for a while and …..we're getting married."

Gasps, whispers and mumbles filled the room as Santana shot Mike a look. One that implied he might not make it out of that room alive.

"Holy shit, this day just keeps getting better and better" laughed Sugar.

"Sugar, stop talking", said Kurt."Just keep quiet."

"Oh my God", said Brittany."Mike...you're not gay?"

"No. I never have been. That's why I requested to just dance after a while. I was never comfortable with dudes, not once. I just needed to the money", he confessed."I'm so sorry Santana, I didn't mean to-"

"Shut the fuck up", she snapped."Get over here!"

Mike swallowed hard as he moved towards Santana. He stood next to Tina, and looked his boss dead in the eye.

"You've been lying to me since the very beginning", the Boss Lady questioned.

"Yes, Miss Santana.

Without even hesitating, Santana punched Mike in the face so hard, that he fell to the ground. He stayed down, knowing what would happen if he got back up.

"You", she growled, looking at Tina."You've been lying to me too?"

"No, Miss Santana, I d-do like...females. I swear I do, but I...I... like...m-males too. I'm...not a lesbian, I'm bisexual", she cried.

Santana was suddenly more angry then she had been in a very long time. There she was, trying to scare the Hell out of her employees and make an example, yet she was being made to look like a fool. She was mortified, and wanted to strangle somebody. How dare they make her look so stupid, like she had no idea what was going on in her own club.

"Mother Fucker", screamed Santana, as she looked down at Mike and kicked him in the stomach."Who the fuck do you think you are? You cannot come into my playground, and lie to me! It doesn't fucking work like that", she continued, delivering another kick to Mike's stomach. Another one to his right shin.

"Please don't hurt him, Miss Santana! Stop", cried Tina, but she didn't dare move."I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Shut your mouth", she snapped. She reached down, and pulled a moaning, and groaning Mike to his feet. She held onto his shirt collar and got right in his face."You are fired! You have an hour to clean out your room, and to take your lying, straight ass outta' here! I don't wanna' see your face again!"

She let him go and shoved him towards the lounge exit.

"Brittany, call Dave up here, tell him he needs to stand watch on Mike until he's packed, and that he is to escort him off the property when he's finished."

"Okay, baby", said Brittany, as she turned, and left the room. Mike looked at Tina, and mouthed the words I'm sorry, before he limped out of the lounge. Santana watched him until he was out of site. She turned to Tina, and shook her head.

"You know what the funny thing is about this entire situation is, Sweet Lips? You were in trouble for an entirely different reason. So tell me, how does it feel knowing that because you sneak around, and do shit behind my back, your little boyfriend just blew you in, faster then you blow lines of coke up your knows?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Santana", she cried.

"Not yet you're not. How many lines get you going? Tell me now, and if you lie to me, I swear to God I will break that pretty little face of yours", she growled.

"Four", she answered quickly."Just four."

Santana turned around, just in time to see Brittany walk back into the lounge. She snapped her fingers and held out her hand. It took the blond dancer a moment, before she realized what Santana wanted. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a little bag of cocaine. She placed it into her girlfriend's hand, and stepped back. Tina glanced behind her. She knew everybody in the room was looking at her, but she was only concentrated on one person.

Sunshine.

The poor little thing was in tears. It was too much for Tina, she had to look away. She couldn't bare seeing a person that she thought of as a little sister, so upset. She felt like she had let her down, and wanted so much to take it all back.

"Jesus, you are one clumsy little bitch, you know that", Santana snapped."Don't get me wrong, I knew you were still using, I knew you weren't just smoking pot! Rule one of trying to hide a bad habit from the person who rules your life...don't leave your fucking purse in the bar where anybody could find it!"

"Santana...", cried Tina, but she didn't get a chance to speak.

"Imagine my fucking surprise when I dumped your purse and found this", she hollered, holding the bag up right in front of Tina's face."You fucked up! And as it turned out, you fucked up more than I thought you did!"

Tina just stood, and cried. She was so embarrassed, and wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Santana walked over to a random coffee table, and got down on her knees. She dumped some of the white powder onto the table top, and used the razor blade that was in the bag, to make a line.

"Get over here", she snapped. Tina slowly walked towards the table, and looked down. Realizing what had been laid out for her, she eagerly knelt down, and looked at her boss."Yeah I thought you'd be excited. Do it. Blow that line", she demanded. Without any hesitation, Tina did as she was told. Once the line was gone, Santana repeated her actions, and set up another line."Again."

Tina couldn't believe what was happening, but she did as she was told, and blew the second line. When she was done, she sat up, and looked at Santana again.

"Oh...did you want more" asked Santana, a little too sweetly.

"Yes...M-Miss Santana."

"I thought you might. You did just tell me how many you needed to feel right. Four lines was it?"

"Yes...Miss S-Santana...".

"Ouch. Today isn't really your day", laughed Santana, as she stood up."Welcome to withdrawal at it's worst. You are never getting those last two lines. You'll obviously have a lot to think about on your way to rehab."

"Oh God...no! No no no no no", cried Tina."Please don't send me away!"

Brittany stood idly by, shaking her head. She loved Santana with everything, but she couldn't help but feel that she was being a little too harsh. Sure, she'd seen it before, but she had never been okay with it.

"You had your chance", snapped the angry Boss Lady."You're fucking done, but don't worry, you won't have to clean out your living space. That's being done for you. See, I don't think you'll have time, because you're leaving for rehab in fifteen minutes. Bye bye for now, you little drug addicted bitch! That's what you get for embarrassing me like this!"

With that, Santana snapped her fingers, and Lauren appeared. She took the screaming, crying, kicking Tina from the room, and towards the elevators. Santana took a deep breath, and turned to the room full of absolutely silent employees.

"I don't know what the fuck you all think this is! I don't know who you think you're dealing with, but it ends now! Anybody else decides to fuck with me, it's the end for you! You've all just seen it first hand! The shit is gonna' stop, or else!"

Meanwhile, Quinn was sitting in her office, at her desk. She was talking with her assistant about what she had to do for the day, when her phone went off. She picked it up, and saw that it was Rachel texting.

Can U get on Skype? I need U now. My name on there is GoldXStar - R

"Hey...Jackie...you may go to lunch now, okay?"

"Sure Quinn, but...don't you wanna' finish going over-"

"We will, after your break, alright? Something has come up", she answered with a smile.

"Alright, I'll see you in about an hour", said Jackie, and she was up and exiting the room. As soon as she was gone, Quinn flipped her laptop open, and quickly signed onto Skype. She typed Rachel's screen name in, and not a minute later was she looking at a red faced, teary eyed Rachel.

"Oh my God...are you okay, beautiful", she asked, concern taking over her tone.

"No...", cried Rachel.

By the time Rachel was done explaining everything that had gone on, Quinn was almost in tears. She wanted to be there to defend her little Star, and comfort her anyway she could. It was driving her crazy that she had to sit at her desk, and watch Rachel cry.

"Baby...I am so sorry...I didn't mean to get you in trouble with her. I was wondering what happened, I got a text not to long ago saying that you wouldn't be available for the next seven days. I was planning on calling you in a bit. I am so sorry."

"No, it's not your fault, it's mine. I knew what I was doing...I just didn't plan things very well. Sometimes I forget that she's got security cameras in the strangest places", said Rachel."I just can't believe she suspended me for a week."

"Is she really not allowing you to leave the building for a week? I mean...can she even do that?"

"Yes, she can", said Rachel, sadly."Quinn...I've never broken the rules for anybody before."

"Oh God. I'm sorry, Rachel."

"No, let me finish. I've never broken the rules before, because I've never met anybody that I wanted to break the rules for. Not until...you showed up. I know that sounds so crazy, and if I'm scaring you I'm sorry but...you're different. I can't stop thinking about you, I always wanna' be with you, I think about my future now, and...you're always in those thoughts. You make me feel so much different then I ever have...and it's crazy, but it's true", she cried."I don't care what Santana says...I refuse to stop talking to you."

Quinn couldn't help but smile. It was so amazing to hear Rachel saying what she was saying. Mainly, because she felt the same way, but thought she was the only one.

"It does sound crazy...but I like it. I feel the same about you. I just wish I could hold you. Right now, that is all I want to do."

Rachel smiled a little, and blew kisses at the camera. Quinn did the same, and sighed.

"So...you're suspended. I can't see you now?

"Not for a week. You can still be here, but you won't be able to see me."

"Oh my God...I don't know if I'll be able o handle that", said Quinn, shaking her head.

"Me either. I'd sneak you up to my room, but I can't risk it. She'll be on my ass more then she ever has been now."

"I don't understand, why is everybody so scared of her?"

"Well, think about it. She owns a sex playground, and gets away with it. She owns the whole building, and that only helps her hide it. She has little to do with the other twenty seven floors, but the top three floors...she controls with an iron fist. You have no idea the amount of money she put into this, and the amount she's earning only permits her to put in more. When you work her Santana, you earn more money then you know what to do with. The catch is...you loose a lot of control over your own life", explained Rachel."There's rumors about her. Some people have been known to vanish under her rule. She claims that she would never take a life, but not everybody believes that. She's ruined lives, Quinn. When you make her unhappy...you pay."

"That's not fair, she can't do that to people just because they-."

"No, she can, baby. She can, and she does. Three floors, hundreds of rooms, employees at her beck and call, millions of dollars a month? I hate to say it, but she can do what she wants."

"Okay, well I'll be honest with you...I really hate that."

"Lots of people do, but it's just how it is. She comes from a very powerful family, she knows more people then anybody could ever assume. I can't lie, I love her to death, she was a friend before she was my boss, but...she's changed. She hasn't learned about the fine line."

"The fine line", questioned the blond.

"Yeah, there is a fine line between having power, and abusing power. She doesn't know how to control it, she hasn't learned that there's a limit. She knows damn well that she has enough money, and has so many people scared, that she doesn't need to have a limit. I can't say I blame her, I've always respected her to the fullest, but now...I feel like she's...she's...".

"She's what, Rach?"

"Taking things too far. She knows that she's feared by most, and she's milking that for all it's worth, and more."

"That's fore sure", snorted Quinn."I mean, I get that it's hard not to take power and use it, but...that's how she is I suppose."

Rachel smiled sadly."I miss you."

"I miss you too. I guess I'll be missing you a Hell of a lot more now."

"Yeah", said Rachel, a few tears rolling down her cheeks."Will you wait for me?"

"What do you mean?"

"God...", groaned the tiny woman."I've never wanted to say this anybody else while working here but...I don't want you to...take on another girl. I just want you to wait until I'm off suspension. Is that...bad?"

Quinn smiled."No baby, it's not bad. That makes me feel special. I'll wait for you, I promise. Just for the record, tears aren't something I like seeing on that beautiful face of yours. I'll always wait for you."

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