A/N - Alright, as promised here is a longer update lol sorry for the two short ones, but I really didn't want to keep my readers waiting too long. Hope you like it, and please don't forget to review! Thanks guys!
Quinn exited her bedroom, fully dressed, and put back together. Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table, hands in her lap, looking straight forward.
"Mom...", said Quinn."Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just...obviously wasn't expecting to see-"
"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry about that", Quinn blushed."Look, I don't regret giving you the key, you really are welcome here whenever you want. Just to be safe, how about you just start knocking on my bedroom door?"
"That's fine with me", Judy laughed nervously."I really am very sorry, dear. To be fair, I heard the voices from your room when I came in. I thought it was the TV, so then I was worried because I thought you might be sick. It was the only other reason I could think of at the time, as to why you'd be in bed at this time of the day."
Quinn smirked."Sorry to worry you." She walked over, and planted a kiss on her mother's cheek."What brings you here anyway?"
"Nothing really, I just got bored. I knew you'd be at work, so I was going to make us some dinner", answered the older woman, point to the grocery bags on the counter."I thought you could give Blaine a call, and see if wanted to join us."
"Mom", smiled Quinn."That is so nice of you, but I have plans to tonight. So does Blaine."
"Oh, well that's alright dear", Judy said. She was smiling but her daughter could tell that she was disappointed. She knew how lonely her mother was, and it was becoming very clear that she would probably have to start spending more time with her.
"Mom, how about you just stay here for the night? I won't be home until late, but you can make yourself some dinner, and order some movies. I'll take tomorrow off, and we can spend the day together. Does that sound good?"
"Oh Quinny, that sounds wonderful, but it's alright. I'll be fine, I'll just go back home."
"No, I insist. Just because I have plans tonight, doesn't mean I can't make time for you at all, okay?"
Judy smiled, and nodded her head.
A second later, the bedroom door opened and Rachel slowly exited.
"Oh my God...Rachel, I'm sorry! I totally forgot that you were still in there", laughed Quinn.
"Wow, thank you Quinn. That's just ever so sweet of you", said Rachel, sarcasm in her voice."Says a whole lot for our relationship."
"Quinn, do you have a new girlfriend? Why didn't you say anything", asked Judy, smiling at Rachel."She's gorgeous."
"Mom...", mumbled Quinn. Her mother wasn't in the dark about her sexuality, and she accepted it. However, it was still awkward for her to tell the woman about certain aspects of her love life."She's not my girlfriend."
"Oh, I'm sorry. She said relationship, I just assumed that's what she meant."
Rachel walked into the kitchen, with a devious little smirk on her face."Well we do have a relationship, it's just more of a work related one. Hi, I'm Rachel", she said extending her hand.
"It's nice to meet you Rachel, I'm Judy, Quinn's mother. So you work with each other?"
"Yes, Rachel models for me, sometimes", Quinn lied."She's very good at it. In fact, I think we're due for new photos soon."
Luckily Judy's attention was on her daughter, because Rachel had to turn her head to hide quiet laughter. She couldn't help it. Quinn was so good at lying on the spot.
Too good.
"So I'm guessing maybe that's what you were supposed to be doing this afternoon, and you plans...changed", questioned the older woman.
"Mom, stop."
"I'm sorry", she smiled.
A few minutes later, Quinn and Rachel said their goodbyes to Judy, and left the apartment. Once in the hallway, Quinn wrapped her arms around her Star, and held her.
"I'm really sorry about that."
"Don't be. You're the first client to let me meet Mother. I'm flattered", Rachel teased.
"Oh shut up", smiled the blond, before kissing her."Am I being charged for this visit?"
"Well, I wasn't going to charge you, but I think I will now."
"Oh yeah? What do I owe you?"
"A promise."
"Okay", nodded Quinn."I can afford that. What's the promise?"
"You can't tell Santana that I was here with you today."
"I wasn't planning on it."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I know she'd get pissed off at you, so why would I say a word?"
"Look, all she needs to know is that we had lunch, and that's it. Okay", she asked, as she caressed Quinn's cheek."I just...don't want you being in trouble with her."
"It's okay. I promise."
After Rachel had dropped Quinn off outside of her office building, and picked Kurt up from outside of Blaine's office, the two if them headed back to the playground.
"So...how's his office? Big and gay", asked, laughing a little.
"Yeah", Kurt mumbled."It's the first time I've seen it since the remodel. Looks nice."
Rachel was concerned for her friend's mood. He seemed sad."What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Talk to me, please?"
"He's not coming tonight."
"Why not?"
"He says something came up, but I know he's lying. I think he's just tired of me right now, or pissed off at me. I have no idea."
"Oh God...is he mad about what I said? I'm so sorry, sweetie I didn't mean-"
"No, it's not that. When we got back to his office I kind of made a few comments about his public behavior towards me. I wasn't bitchy or mean about it, but I caught him off guard, that's for sure."
"What did you say to him?"
"It doesn't matter. Let's just...go home."
Rachel decided not to push him any further. She just reached over and wiped a stray tear from his cheek. Once they was back at the playground, Rachel was in full swing. Her top priority was to get ready for the night, and she was going to do it. Sure, all she wanted to do was take a nap in her nice big comfy bed, but that wasn't an option. She had a job to do, and a reputation to keep. As she was leaving her bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a towel, she noticed a lump on her bed. She couldn't help but laugh to herself, it was clear that whoever it was hiding under her covers actually thought it was a good place to hide.
"Boy...", she said, making it seem like she was talking to herself."I should have washed my sheets last night. Who knew that woman had the ability to squirt like she did."
"Ewwwwww", shrieked Sugar, as she popped up from the covers, and flew off of the bed."That's so gross!"
Rachel burst into hysterical laughter."Relax...I was joking, I knew you were there."
"Oh you suck", snapped Sugar.
"What exactly is it that you're doing, Sugar", asked Rachel, as she sat down in front of her mirror, and picked up her hair brush.
"Somebody ratted me out. Santana found my Redbull stash. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you", she asked, in a rather accusatory tone."You were the only one that knew about it, Rachel."
"Please, I didn't say a word. Cute that you think I'm the only one that knows about it."
"Who else knows?"
"That doesn't matter."
"Yes it does! Why wouldn't matter", asked Sugar, as she sat back down on Rachel's bed.
"Pay attention, sweetie. Santana embarrassed the Hell out of me, and Tina. Nobody else wants that to happen to them, so people will be doing whatever they can to get on Boss Lady's good side. As of yesterday, nobody's secrets are safe", explained Rachel, as she ran her brush through her wet hair."I didn't say a word about it, but if I were you...I'd either stop with the Redbull all together, or find a better place to hide it."
Sugar just signed.
"Let me ask you something, Sugar. Have you ever had one client...just one, that made you feel like breaking any and all rules? Like nothing else mattered...like you could have a real future with them. Like you could drop everything and just commit to them, and not give a shit what happens after that?" Rachel knew she was taking a chance on asking Sugar something like that. She wasn't sure the girl was mature enough to understand what she had meant, and she was right to have her doubts.
"No way. I mean, why would any of us do that? We make so much money, and it's so easy! We're lucky! We're all living large, and all we have to do is have sex with rich people! Why give that up for one person?"
Rachel just smiled."Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that. Listen, hiding in here isn't doing you any good. If Santana wants to find you, she will. Why don't you just go find her yourself, and talk to her, I think she'll be slightly easier on you if you take some responsibility."
"Yeah right, she'll kill me!"
"Sugar, just do it. You trust me, don't you?"
"More then I trust anybody here."
"Alright, so go to her, talk to her, and I'll put in a good word for you later, okay?"
"You'd do that for me", asked Sugar, as she stood from the bed.
"Yes."
"Oh my God...thank you so much Rachel", she exclaimed,as she flew forward and hugged her."I owe you."
"You know what? You do owe me, but there is only one thing I'm going to ask you to do for me", said Rachel, as she broke the hug.
"What's that?"
"A future favor."
"Okay...yeah I can do that."
"Yeah? Do you know what a future favor is", asked Rachel, with a smile.
"It can only mean one thing. That sometime in the future I have to do you a favor."
"Seems that simple, I know, but it's not. You're right, I will be asking you for a favor sometime down the road, but it comes with rules. A Future favor means no matter what you're doing, no matter how much of an inconvenience it is, no matter what the cost...you drop everything and do the favor. Can you handle that, Sugar?"
"For you, yeah I can. Thank you Rachel...for a minute I thought you were gonna' ask me to stop drinking Redbull", laughed Sugar, as she walked towards the door.
"Well, if you want that can be-"
"Hell no", said Sugar as she hurried out the door, and closed it behind her. Rachel just laughed and went back to getting ready.
Later that night, things at the playground were in full swing as usual. All the lounges were full, the bar area was busy, and Santana had her work cut out for her. She had dealt with a lot that day. Much more than what she wanted or needed. A few things had worked out in her favor, so she was in enough of a good mood to be nice to certain new blond haired member.
Quinn was sitting at the bar, nursing her drink, and talking with Puck.
"I'm telling you Quinn...your plan was genius. We won't be dealing that ass hole Schuester anymore. It's all thanks to you."
"Okay, that's amazing news, but I haven't heard anything yet. What went down", asked Quinn, not noticing Santana approaching.
"Um, I'll let the Boss Lady explain", laughed Puck, as he moved away to tend to other people. Santana took a seat next to Quinn, and smiled.
"Hey Santana...", said Quinn, nervously.
"Hey yourself, Fabray", answered the Latina, as she took Quinn's drink from in front of her, and chugged it down."We need to talk."
"Oh yeah? About what?"
"Get two more of whatever that drink was...meet me in my office in fifteen minutes", Santana demanded."Don't be late." With that, she walked away. She made her way into the E-Lounge, and watched the stage. Brittany was on a pole, topless and looking more delicious than the Latina could ever imagine. There was so much cash sitting on the stage, she couldn't help but smile. Her plan was to watch her perfection for a few minutes before retreating to her office to speak with Quinn. That changed very suddenly when a member walked up to her.
"Santana", said the male member."When I arrived here earlier, I was told that Sweet Hips was no longer working. May I asked why?"
"No, you may not. He was let go, and all you need to know is that it was for good reason", she answered, looking the man directly in the eyes."He won't be coming back."
"Was he fired", questioned the man."Is there anything I can do to bring him back?"
"Listen Mr. Ryerson...toys...they come and go around here. As a long time member, I expected you to know that. There are other male dancers, and I'm sure that one of them would be more than willing to meet your needs."
"You're wrong. I need Sugar Hips, and if you think I'm the only member who needs him, think again. Now, where is he, and what will it take to get him back", Mr. Ryerson said. Santana knew he was trying to be threatening, but she could only find it amusing.
"Sandy...he's not coming back, so stop trying to come off as scary, because it's not working. In fact, I'm pretty sure that you are the last person in the world that could scare me into doing anything", she laughed.
"Oh come on", he whined."Just bring him back, he was the sweetest eye candy a man could ever ask for. That body of his...".
"Tell you what. We have a new guy...he's due on stage in just a little while. One look at this guy, and I promise you, Sweet Hips will be out of your mind in seconds flat."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What's he look like?"
"Blond hair, a body like a Greek God, and lips like you wouldn't believe. Ask him for a blow job, and I guarantee you won't be at all disappointed", she smirked.
"Name", the picky man questioned.
"Trouty."
"Which stands for what?"
"When you see him, you'll know", she said, as she turned and walked out of the lounge. She was used to it. Dealing with picky, and pushy members. However, she knew how to handle them, and she was feeling just a pinch of happiness that she wasn't about to let go of anytime soon. She made her way into her office, and was sitting at her desk for a few minutes before she heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Quinn walked in, trying her best to handle the two drinks in her hands. Once the door was closed, she made her way inside, and placed both drinks on the Boss Lady's desk.
"Take a seat", said Santana, as she grabbed one of the drinks, and sipped from it. Quinn smiled, and sat down in one of the chairs that sat in front of the Latina's desk.
"A pleasure being invited to speak with you", she said, as she picked up her own drink."Have I done something wrong?"
"Oh Quinn...", Santana chuckled."You've done a lot of things wrong, but...those things aren't important right now. All we're going to discuss right now, are things that you've done right."
Quinn was nervous as ever, but she smiled through her nerves, and sipped her drink.
"Detective Schuester...he's gone."
"Is that so", smiled Quinn.
"It is. Puckerman made contact with your girl...she did her job. You know...I always make it a point not to get too involved with watching the news on TV...but tonight, my attention was brought to one particular story."
"Yeah? What's story was that", asked Quinn, as she leaned back, and got comfortable in her chair.
"It's pretty twisted actually. There was this cop...he was very highly respected, and did his job well. Only...he had a deep dirty little secret", smiled Santana.
"Which was", questioned the blond.
"Addiction. He was into cocaine. You see, two grand in coke was found in his possession today. Some in his desk at his job, and some in his apartment. He's facing a lot of jail time."
"Wow", laughed Quinn."What an unlucky turn of events."
"Unlucky indeed. Now, I knew he'd be busted at work. We had come to an understanding that your inside contact would be placing the drugs she got from Puck in his desk where it could be found. However...I can't say that I was expecting his home to be searched", stated the Boss Lady."Mind explaining that to me?"
Quinn was so satisfied with herself at the moment. It was true, she wanted to please Santana, yet she had managed to take things above and beyond the Latina's expectations."My girl...she delivered. She had her orders, but she understands me enough to know when she needs to take certain matters into her own hands."
Santana smirked."How do you mean?"
"All I told her was to plant the coke, and make sure he would get busted. She took it upon herself to get into his apartment, and plant what she needed to there. She knew that once they found what they did in his desk, it would be within their rights to search his place. So, she did what she needed to do."
"Wow. So I'll admit it now, I can't say I thought you'd be good for this place. I guess I was somewhat wrong."
Quinn laughed."So you like me now?"
"I never said that", answered Santana, taking a sip of her drink."I don't really like you, but I do need you."
"I'll take it", said Quinn.
Santana's eyes grew wide."Are you serious? You'll take that?"
Quinn simply nodded. Santana wasn't naive enough to believe that the blond sitting in front of her was dumb. She knew that Quinn must have thought that she would be getting something out of her services to her. Much more than what was coming to her.
"You know...", Santana started, as she stood from her chair, and sat on her desk directly in front of Quinn."Star's suspension was lifted today."
"Was it",asked Quinn, a small smile on her face.
"Yes, it was. The minute I gave her freedom, she was gone. Out of the building, just like that. Now, I have no idea where she might have gone. Any chance that you know?"
"She had lunch with me. It lasted about an hour and a half."
"Okay. Any idea what she was doing after that?"
"Not a clue. After lunch, I went back to work, and she told me that she was coming back here."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Positive", smiled Quinn.
Santana wasn't sure if she believed Quinn or not, but there was nothing to prove otherwise.
"Alright. Just thought I'd ask."
"No problem, ask me whatever you need to ask."
Santana chugged the rest of her drink, and made her way back to her seat behind her desk."It's been a pretty crazy fucking day around here, Quinn."
"I'm sorry to hear that. How so?"
"Well, there was somewhat of a fight here this morning. It was resolved, however I'm still pretty pissed off about it. Two of my best people are gone, so members aren't happy. One of my babies won't stop drinking energy drinks, and it's enough to make a fucking cat bark. One of my members...one that paid more money than the rest...he tried to expose me and and my playground."
"Are you serious", asked Quinn, in shock."What did you do to him?"
Santana chuckled."I love that you ask what I did to him. It shows me that you know I don't put up with that shit."
"Of course I know that. You made sure I knew that the very night I became a member."
"Yes, I did. Thank you for keeping that in mind. Let's just say that certain CEO was found guilty of drug trafficking today."
"Nice" ,smiled Quinn."I'm glad to hear you were able to take care of it."
The Boss Lady was pleasantly surprised. She had expected Quinn to have some objections within their conversation, but it seemed that she was content."Wow, I guess you're more of a criminal than what I had thought."
"A criminal", the blond inquired."What do you mean?"
"Oh please. You can lay your little innocent act out all you want, Quinn. That shit doesn't work with me, I know criminal instinct when I see it." Quinn gave away nothing. She just sat, and sipped more of her drink."Listen, I know you're new, and that you'd like to think Rachel is your Star, and yours only. I know you think that the two of you have this unique romance, but I know her better than that. I know that your smarts and know how stretches much further than you'd like to believe. By all means, invest what you want with her, because in the end, I know how it will turn out. I can only wish that you won't walk away from me right now, after I ask you this next question."
Quinn wanted to hit Santana. She was making it sound like Rachel was using her, and she didn't like it. She didn't really believe it, but that wasn't stopping her from being pissed off about having to hear it. She wanted to know Rachel's true feelings. Sure, Rachel had made it seem like she wanted to be with her outside of the Playground, but she hadn't said it out loud. Quinn still had so many questions she wanted to ask her little Star, and no matter what, she would be getting the truth. She decided to play Santana's game, as long as it meant finding out what she was so desperate to know. She chugged the rest of her drink, and set the glass down on Santana's desk."Ask away."
"Would you be willing to...help me out a little bit around here?"
Quinn was surprised. She was expecting Santana to ask much more of her.
"Depends."
"Fair enough. I'll elaborate. Would you be willing to help assist me in protecting myself, and my employees by ruining lives if necessary? Holding people at their mercy, and making them understand that I run every aspect of their lives, even if they choose not to believe that?"
"Sounds dangerous", laughed Quinn."What's in it for me?"
"Star is in it for you. Clearly, you're obsessed with her. You hold more power over her than most, and you don't need to tell me how you do it. I'd rather not know, but it's obvious that you would do anything for her."
Quinn was instantly sick to her stomach. Santana was right, and she hated it, but she wasn't about her let her know that."I'm not obsessed. Yes, I'd do certain things for her, but I hold no power. I'm her client, she's my toy, and that's it."
"Oh cut the shit", laughed Santana."Do you think you're the first client she's fucked in the hallways in between private sessions? Do you honestly believe you're the first one she's went and had lunch with outside of here? I hope not, because it's not true. Don't be so naive, Quinn...she's my most popular girl for a fucking reason." Quinn didn't make a sound, or a move. She didn't react at all."She plays people, and even though she broke the rules with you, I hope you know that she's doing that for her benefit. She's making you feel special, like you're the only one in her world that makes her feel different then the rest of these woman do, but it's a joke. You are just like the rest of them."
Quinn was hurt by what Santana was saying, but she held it together. She wasn't sure if she believed it or not, but regardless, she was going to stay strong."If that's true, fine. Let her think that's she's playing me, but you know what? I don't give a shit, she's a good little toy, and I'll play with her harder than she'll ever be able to play with me."
Santana smiled."Alright. That's good to know. Listen, I don't like you, so don't go thinking that we're about to be buddies or anything like that. But...I need you."
Quinn loved that Santana had just admitted that, but she chose to keep it hidden. True, a friendship with the Boss Lady would mean great things, but she knew better. With Santana, you had to earn respect, and friendship. She had not yet done that, so there was no point in asking for it."Yeah, so you've said."
"I'll deny it if anybody ever asks, so don't go thinking you can use that against me."
"Okay, I won't."
"If you can help me maintain some shit around here, I'll cut you a deal. Think you can handle that, bitch?"
Quinn wanted to laugh, but she didn't. She smiled at the Latina."I can handle anything you feel like you need to throw at me, Santana. What exactly is it that you want from me?"