A/N- Alright readers, sorry for the delay. To make it up, I made this an extra long update. I'm pretty sure it's the longest chapter in this story so far, so I really hope it makes up for me being slow as all Hell. I'm really thankful for the reviews and feedback, please keep them coming. People have mentioned things about my spelling and grammar, and using Beta. Listen , I get it, I know my spelling and grammar isn't perfect, and I am really sorry. I pretty much rely on spellcheck for that, and yeah I miss things here and there. I'm really sorry for that, but I cannot stress enough how much Beta frustrates me. I feel bad, but I can't do it. So, if it's that bad, and you don't wanna' read anymore, I totally understand. Also, to people who have called me out on my "Santana Spanish Speaking Rants" Good lookin' out because I cheat and use an online translator. I know it's not good, but to the person that offered to help me out with that, thank you. I seriously have the nest readers in the world, you guys all inspire me like you wouldn't believe, so please keep up the reviews, you guys rock my world. I need to point out, in this chapter, I mention a country singer, but the person isn't an actual famous country singer, I just made her up. So don't waste your time looking for her, because she isn't real lol. Also, clothing is important in this one. So, as always, with the links below, add the "h" before the "ttp" and take out the spaces after the periods. I really hope you guys like this update, and I love you all! *High Fives*
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The next afternoon, Santana was sitting at her desk. She was worried, yet strangely happy. It was a weird mood, but she knew just going with it was for the best. It was way too early in the day for her to be pissed off. She was reading some of her emails, when she noticed movement on her right monitor. Rachel was standing outside the door, but she wasn't knocking.
"What the Hell...", she mumbled to herself.
It looked like she wanted to knock, but was trying to decide whether or not she should. She was turning around to walk away, when Brittany approached her. They had some kind of a conversation, and it looked like Rachel was trying hard to get away. That was when Santana decided to just unlock the door. Seconds later, it opened, and the dancer was pulling Rachel inside.
"Britts, I'm fine, really. I just wanna' go back to me room", the tiny woman protested.
"No, you're upset", said Brittany."If you need to talk to San, you should."
"Oh boy", giggled the Latina."What's wrong with my Tiny Terror?"
"Nothing", said Rachel, as she sat down. Brittany rounded Santana's desk, and pecked her on the lips before taking a seat on the desktop.
"That's not true, Rach. You're eyes are super puffy. Have you been crying", asked the blond, looking at Rachel with real concern.
"No."
"Don't lie", said Santana."What's the matter?"
"I'm just a little stressed out", she admitted."It's no big deal, I just need some relief. As you can see, I'm in my workout clothes, I'm going to the gym in a little while, so I'll be fine."
"You are so lying...", said Santana, as she studied her little employee."But fine, if you don't wanna' talk about it, whatever."
"There's nothing to talk about, it's just stress."
"I wish you'd just be honest", pouted the blond."I heard you crying last night."
"What", asked Rachel, in shock."I wasn't crying."
"Yes you were. When I walked by your bedroom, I put my ear up to the door, and I heard you."
"You put your ear on my door?"
"Yeah, I always do that when I know people are in their rooms", Brittany answered, casually.
"Baby...why", laughed Santana."That's a little creepy."
"It's not creepy. I do it so I can hear if anybody is sad or happy. I know when they are sleeping, because I don't hear anything. Sometimes I hear music, or when they're talking on the phone. But, don't worry, San. I never listen to their phone conversations or anything. I can't be rude...".
Santana and Rachel exchanged looks of amusement.
"Okay, baby. It's not creepy, I know you're just looking out for out people."
"Of course I look out for them. I love everybody here", she smiled.
"Well, you're wrong, Britts. I wasn't crying", defended Rachel."I mean...I might have been, but it's only because I was watching a movie, and it was a sad scene."
"You are so full of shit...what movie", asked the Boss Lady.
"Does that matter", asked Rachel, defensively.
"The fact that you couldn't answer me on the spot, proves that you're lying."
"Unless you were watching Happy Feet", said Brittany."That movie is soooooo sad. The title is all wrong."
"Fine, I wasn't watching a movie, I was just upset. I just needed a good cry, but that's no big deal. We all do that once in a while."
"Yeah, some of us less often then others I guess", breathed Santana."Too bad you didn't have the night off, you could have came with us to Smashed."
"Oh yeah, how did that go?"
"Rachel, Jade is so cute", raved the blond."She's super nice, and she makes this really good drink. You'd love her."
"Did you talk to her about working here?"
"No, not yet", pouted Brittany."San says it's too soon."
"It is", the Boss Lady nodded."I'll admit, at first I was ready to poach her right off the bat, but after seeing her in action...and knowing some of the things that I do now, it's not a good idea."
"Why do you say that", questioned Rachel.
"Turns out she's the manager of that place, and she's super popular for her drinks there", answered Brittany.
"Yeah, there's that, and...she's a little on the soft side. Much like somebody else we know", smiled Santana, casually gesturing towards her girlfriend. Brittany of course, hadn't even noticed."Anyways...she's somewhat shy, and has a little issue with defending herself."
"Ouch, really?"
"Yeah there was this ass hole guy, and he wouldn't leave her alone", said the blond, sadly."He was a really big pervert, right San?"
"Well, yes...but that wasn't even the first thing that caught my attention...", said San, thinking back to the night before.
At Smashed the night before...
She didn't exactly want to come off as a creeper but the girl had her intrigued. Santana had mentioned Jade to Britt right after she had given her the unicorn music box, which as predicted, was happily received. The dancer figured she if the girl was honest and pretty, it wouldn't hurt to check her out. So the couple agreed that they would do just that. Smashed was a nice little place but it wasn't a place she and her girlfriend would normally visit on a night out. It was mainly college aged kids hanging around, though they had a pretty good crowd. A lot of piercings and tattoos to be seen.
"Is that her," Brittany asked excitedly pointing to one of the girls behind the bar.
A smile slipped over Santana's lips and she dropped her arm to claim her girlfriend's hips. "Sure is, baby." She took the blond's hand, and they made their way over to sit down.
Jade was busy making drinks for some of the other customers, so she hadn't really noticed the couple sitting at the end of the bar. They were approached by a redhead but the Latina quickly waved her off. They watched the darker woman serve person after person for about fifteen minutes before the crowed let up a bit. When Jade's eyes finally landed on the couple, she smiled Shyly. She looked down a number of times before she was even able to keep steady eye contact. Santana laughed a little, as she motioned for her to come closer.
"Hi," Jade said when she made it over.
Both Santana and Brittany said Hi back almost in unison of one another.
"Good to see you again," Santana said, with a wink.
"Um…you too."
"This is my girl Britt," the Latina beamed proudly gesturing toward her girlfriend. "Britts...meet Jade."
"Nice to meet you," Jade replied.
"Oh my God, it's so nice to meet you too! I'd totally hug you right now if you weren't behind the bar. You saved Sanny's bracelet."
Jade giggled and said, "Oh my god, you are so cute."
Santana giggled. "I know, right? My baby is super cute."
"I can't help it. I was born that way," said Brittany.
"If you give me a few minutes I could take a break and you can have a hug," said Jade. "But first, can I get you two beautiful ladies a drink?"
"Sure," Santana smirked. "What do you suggest?"
"I can give you one of mine," Jade answered. "Oh, I think I know the perfect one."
"Well, get to it. I wants to get my drink on." Santana laughed while Brittany clapped her hands.
"Okay, just a few minutes," she reassured before turning to go make the drinks.
True to her word, a few minutes later there were three glasses containing a purple concoction sitting in front of the two new patrons.
"That's so pretty," said Brittany.
"Thank you. Hold on. I'll be around there in just a sec ." She nudged the other bartender to let her know she was taking a break and swiftly made her way to where the women sat. "Hi again," she said with as she came to a halt in front of the beautiful blonde.
Brittany was off of the stool and hugging her new friend before anything was said. Jade was more then happy to hug back, and giggle a little. This caused Santana to blush. They were just too cute. "Wow," Brittany gasped in happiness. "Your hugs are amazing." She turned to Santana and added, "Sanny, you should totally get a hug from her. I know you say mine are the best but hers so tie with me."
Santana wanted to but she figured she better not risk it. "Maybe later B. We gots drinks to enjoy." Each woman grabbed a glass and Santana held up her own, prompting the other two to mirror her image. "To meeting people who are super beautiful." The bartender and her lover repeated her words and they clanked their classes together before in taking the purple liquid.
"This tastes like a rainbow," the blonde said with wide eyes. "Like better than Skittles."
"It's called a firework, but I guess it does taste like a rainbow," Jade replied thoughtfully.
"It works out too since fireworks make pretty rainbow colors," Brittany surmised.
"They do. It's the most beautiful thing in the world," Jade hurriedly agreed in wonder. "It's like even if you're feeling really bad that day….." the darker girl started.
"Everything seems all better for a little while," the dancer finished, sending herself and the other girl into a fit of laughter.
It was then that it hit Santana, her girlfriend and Jade shared a similar quality. They both saw things in a lot of the same ways. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to Jade. She reminded her of the love of her life. The two women could become great friends.
"So, how much do I owe you for these pretty glasses of amazing," asked the raven-haired beauty.
"It's on the bar," Jade answered happily.
"Then I guess I'll just have to leave a really nice tip."
Ten minutes had gone by and Jade was back in bartender mode. She was getting slammed again so they hadn't been able to chat much anymore, though the girlfriends were content to keep an eye on the bartender.
The girl clearly knew what she was doing. Most of the customers held out until she was free as instead of getting a faster drink from the redhead. It was nice seeing her in her element. She seemed to like what she did, even if she did seem a little vacant in her actions. It had been another twenty minutes to go by when Santana saw the first real thing that pissed her off.
Brittany had excused herself to the bathroom and Santana had decided to pay attention to the band on stage for a bit. They were actually pretty good. If she hadn't shifted her eyes just the tiniest bit she would have missed it. A hand, obviously not Jade's, had moved over to the twenty dollar tip that Santana had left, but had yet to be collected.
Without turning her head, she grabbed hold of the wrist and said through gritted teeth, "That tip doesn't belong to you, sweetheart."
"I…well…um," the other bartender sputtered.
Santana was hardly stupid. The chick had seen Jade serving them so she had to have known that the money that was right next to them wasn't hers. "Just walk away before I get angry."
As if out of nowhere, Jade's voice caught both woman's attention. "It's okay. If Gina needs it, she can have it."
Not letting go of the wrist in her hand, Santana turned to look at the both women, however her eyes settled on Jade. "But you earned it. I left it just for you."
The redhead, now known as Gina, looked like she was trying her hardest not squirm, yet she was not doing a very good job of it. Seeing her distress Jade said, "No really, it's alright. You can let her go. She wouldn't have taken it if she didn't need to." Santana wouldn't have let it go if it hadn't been for the "please" that came out more as a plea than a request. Something about the way it sounded made her reluctantly let go of Gina's arm, but not before she stared her down. The other bartender hurried off in hoping to avoid Santana's angry glare. The twenty was left on the bar.
"Does she do that often," The Boss Lady asked.
"Sometimes," Jade admitted, shyly. "It's not a big deal though. I better get back to work."
It aggravated her that Jade was so casual about the whole situation. It was sweet that she wanted to protect her co-worker but the girl had been out of line and shouldn't have been let off the hook. At least not so easily. Luckily for the Latina, her girlfriend had reappeared and propped herself on her lap.
"Miss me," Brittany playfully questioned.
"Always," her dark-haired girlfriend said before kissing her neck.
"I like her, San. Do you think we could get her?"
"I hope so. I think she'd have a good fan base," Santana sagely answered.
Another forty-five minutes and in and strike number two was upon them. Jade had slipped from behind the bar to help with some of the stage equipment. Things were going just fine until some idiot grabbed Jade's ass. Both Brittany and Santana were disgusted at the sight, however, Jade chose to ignore it. Until the guy did it again, only this time pulling the clearly uncomfortable woman closer into him. She wasn't trying as hard as she should have been to break free from him, and he seemed to be getting some kind of pleasure from her discomfort.
"Screw this," the business woman growled.
"He can't just grab her like that," Brittany said in concern.
"No he can't." Santana stomped over to the scene on the side of the dance floor, getting even angrier at the fact that nobody else was making a move to protect the bartender from the assault.
"Come on, let me go please," Jade nearly begged. The still tears in her eyes didn't do much to calm Santana's current rage.
"Just give me a kiss," the stringy-haired brunette guy said forcefully, tightening his grip on her.
"You have about two seconds to let her go, or I fuck you up," Santana yelled.
"Relax Mami, this is between us," he chuckled back. That sent her over the edge.
"First off, I'm not your mami," she screeched. "Second, I have a tazer ready to fry your dumb ass if I have to repeat myself." She went to reach into her purse for the non-existent weapon in her bag. She owned a couple but they weren't on her at the time.
The kid sobered up at the threat and quickly let the woman go. "Take her. I don't even want her. She was just there." he said, trying to hold onto his pride and dignity. Getting bossed around by some chick, obviously wasn't his style. So of course, he made an extra effort to seem macho in front of his buddies.
"Jade, sweetie. Do me a favor and go hang out with Britts for a minute while me and this jackass haves us a little chat." Jade didn't bother arguing. She just did as was asked of her, glad to be out of the situation.
"Listen you little fucker," she barked. "You ever pull that shit again and I'll ends you. I'll make your pathetic little existence a living Hell. You may not know what I can do but I dare you to find out. Am I understood?" At seeing the kid nod she added, "Use your words, ass hole!"
"Y-yes. I understand."
"Good," she said simply, before proceeding to ball up her hand and deliver a blow to his stomach. He bunched over where he stood. "Just be happy that I didn't have on the brass knuckles."
Back in Santana's office, Rachel was somewhat impressed.
"Wow, Santana...you punched a guy, defending somebody that you barely know", she asked, in shock.
"Yeah, I think she scared him too", giggled Brittany.
"The little shit...", growled the Latina."He was lucky that's all I did. The way he was holding onto her just pissed me off. Clearly, she wasn't okay with it, but he didn't care at all. He deserved so much more pain, but I gave him a break."
"We are gonna' have to go back though."
"Yeah, Britts wanted to stay longer, but I figured it might be for the best if we just left her alone for the night", said Santana."I'm sorry about that baby, I know you wanted to hang out, but we stayed until it was damn near closing time."
"Yeah", pouted the blond.
"Well, she sounds amazing, I hope you guys are able to recruit her", smiled Rachel."Listen, I'll leave you ladies to it, I'm gonna' head out to the gym." She stood from her chair, and stretched.
"Wait", said Brittany, as she messed around on her tablet."Rach...I don't think you'll be able to go right now. I'm sorry."
"Why not?"
"Emma visits today", said the blond.
"That's right", exclaimed Santana."Shit...sorry Rachel, you know the rules. Everybody is required to talk to the shrink, and she's well overdue. I've been putting her off because of all the damn drama, but no more. Every single person in this building is speaking with her today."
"No, come on", whined the little brunette."I'll get enough off my chest working out. I don't need to see Emma."
"You're not getting out of this", said the Boss Lady. Her word was final, and Rachel knew that. She just rolled her eyes, and sat back in her chair.
Sure enough, an hour later, the employee lounge was packed, and buzzing. Everybody was standing around, doing random things. Brittany was standing by the doorway, tablet in hand, when Santana strolled in.
"We got everybody, babe?"
"Yup. Everybody is on stand by. I wasn't sure if you wanted everybody to go in any order...so I told Sugar that she could go first", answered the blond.
"Ouch, do we really wanna' put Emma through that right off the bat", laughed Santana.
"I figured it would be better if we just got it out of the way...", answered Brittany."Was that a bad idea?"
"Actually...no, it's not. Hell, if she sees that little psycho first, it might make everybody else seem less crazy." Brittany just smiled."Good thinking, Britts. I knew I loved you for a reason."
"I knew you did too."
"Alright, Sugar! Front and center, you're up, let's go", hollered Santana. Seconds later, Sugar was up from the couch, and hurrying towards the two women.
"Miss Santana, do you think I could have some extra time with Emma today? I have so much to talk about, and she always ends up cutting my time short. Which I kinda' get, but I mean I obviously have a lot more to say then everybody else, so I should get more time. It just makes sense, right?"
Brittany just looked at Santana, who was busy looking the smaller woman up and down. Before anything else was said, Santana reached forward, stuck her hand inside Sugar's hoodie pouch, and pulled out an empty Red Bull can.
"God damn it, Sugar", she breathed.
"First one I've had today, ask Sunshine", defended Sugar, pointing the girl in question. Santana looked over, only to receive a nod from the tiny Asian girl.
"Whatever, you're not getting extra time. Go", ordered Santana.
"God, that is so unfair", whined Sugar, as she stormed out of the room.
"Tell it to the shrink, baby", said the Boss Lady, shaking her head. She glanced over towards the pool table, and noticed Rachel sitting on it. She was drinking from a bottle of water, and talking to Kurt and Alyson. After planting a kiss on her perfection's cheek, she wandered over to the trio.
"Hey Boss Lady", greeted Alyson."Lookin' good today."
"Bitch, I look good every day, and don't you doubt that for a minute", was the retort.
"Like we have a choice", scoffed Kurt.
"Shut it", she snapped.
"You do look a little tense, San. Maybe you should hit the gym with me today", laughed Rachel."It might do you some good."
"No, I get all the work outs I need, trust me." She raised her eyebrows up and down in a rather suggestive way, and smirked.
"Ew", deadpanned Kurt.
"That's right Porcelain, embrace the vision of my blond Godess going to town on me, you know you love it", laughed Santana, watching him cringe."Rach, are you sure you'll even have time for the gym?"
"Yes, Britt's is letting me go right after Sugar", she answered, happily.
"Wait, Sugar went first", asked Alyson, half laughing."Why the Hell wouldn't you have her go last? Are you paying this lady extra for Sugar's session alone?"
"I know, right", laughed Kurt.
"I'll remember that for next time", chuckled Santana."Aly, you ready for this? I mean, going by your weird ass little attitude, and your ability to piss people off, I can only assume that you've never talked to a shrink in your life."
"Ouch. I'd bitch at you for that comment, but it's just so true. Why fight it? No, I've never had my head shrunk, but it's whatever. I knew working here would open up a whole shit load of new things for me. I guess this is just one of those things, right?"
"Yeah", smiled Rachel."It's just so necessary though."
"Are you serious, Tiny Terror? This, coming from the girl who argued with me earlier about not needing to see Emma."
Rachel simply rolled her eyes, and stuck her middle finger up at her boss.
Finally, after an hour, Sugar was done taking her turn, and back in the lounge. Rachel walked down the hall, and entered the room, designated for playground shrink time. She smiled at the wide eyed, red head sitting in a chair, and closed the door behind her.
"Hello Rachel. It's good to see you", greeted Emma,happily.
"It's good to see you too", said Rachel, as she took a seat on the couch."How are you doing?"
"I can't complain. At least I couldn't before I got here. Sugar has got to stop with the Red Bull, she talks enough without the extra energy. Just guess how many sentences I got in the entire time she was in here. Go ahead, try to guess."
Rachel laughed a little."Oh, I dunno'...two?"
"Four."
"Oh my God."
"Maybe four and half, I'm not sure, God. I don't even have time to give her my thoughts by the end of our sessions. I feel guilty about it, but I'm so happy when her time is up, I can't help but rush her out."
"It's a shame she doesn't get paid for talking the way she does. If she did, she wouldn't need a sugar mama", laughed Rachel.
Emma giggled and nodded her head."So, how are you feeling these days, Rachel? I have to admit, you do look slightly stressed out."
"Slightly? Trust me, that's the understatement of the year. I'm about ready to crawl out of my skin", she breathed, as she leaned back into the couch."I'm in love."
"Ah, well that explains it", said Emma, as she got busy on her tablet."Tell me about her."
"She's beautiful", the tiny woman rushed out."That's really not even enough, there's just so much more to her, I can't even really explain."
"Did you meet her here?"
"Yes, I did. That's part of what kills me about the whole situation. When I first started working here, I promised myself that I wouldn't fall for any of my clients. Or...anybody really. I knew that having a job like this would make it really difficult for me to have any kind of romantic relationship with anybody."
"Rachel, I think that's very unrealistic. Emotions and feelings aren't always very easy to control, but love...that's one of the hardest. Even having the profession that you have."
"I know, I know. You're right. I shouldn't have even promised myself such a things, but I had to. I just didn't want to feel like this", said Rachel, sadly.
"Now, by this...do you mean, in love?"
"Yeah. I mean, I love my job, I really do. I didn't think anything or any person could or would ever give me another view on life. So, when I met Quinn...and we connected the way we did, as fast as we did, I was blown away. From the moment I laid eyes on her...I knew I was in trouble."
"I take it she treats you well...", smiled Emma.
"Oh my God, she treats me like a princess. She's even got me spending time with her Mother."
"Really? Wow, that's fairly serious. Does her Mother know-"
"No. No way. That was actually a pretty big issue. The woman is wonderful, and I adore her, but that just makes me feel so much worse about lying to her. She thinks I'm a model, and that I met Quinn working as a model. Quinn's a photographer."
"Oh, okay, I see. Well, do you think you'd be at all comfortable telling her the truth at all? I mean, at some point in the future?"
Rachel's expression melted into worry."How far into the future are we talking?"
Emma laughed a little."Alright, let's see here. Our last session, I didn't hear anything about this woman. So, I can only assume this is somewhat recent. A few weeks maybe?"
"That sounds about right. Everything's been so fast, and wonderful that it's hard to keep track", she admitted.
"Okay. So, going by that...let me think...how about we say about six months from now. If that much time had gone by, do you think you'd be comfortable telling her Mother the truth?"
Rachel thought for a moment. She knew Judy wouldn't like it, no matter how much time had gone by. It was too hard for her to think about what her reaction might be. However, she also couldn't shake what she honestly felt."Yes, I would."
"Even knowing that it might change things?"
"Yes."
"Interesting", smiled the red head, as she poked notes into her tablet.
"Wait, why is that interesting", asked Rachel, as she sat forward a little."You asked...".
"No, relax. It's nothing bad. It's just...I never could have predicted this kind of behavior from you. Not at all."
"Oh."
"You seem disappointed, Rachel."
"Well, I am, but it's not why you'd think."
"Can you tell me why?"
"I knew she was changing me, I've known that for a while now. It's just...I guess I didn't realize just how much. I love her enough to be open to a change, and there are certain things I would be more then happy to change just for her...".
"Working here isn't one of those things, is it?"
"No. It's not", she answered, sadly."Why do I feel like such an ass hole for answering that so quickly?"
"Simple. It makes you feel bad. I don't blame you, but part of me has to believe that she knew how it would be. You're a couple, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Right, so that means she's accepted you."
"I think she's accepted me as much as she's able to for the time being. Only...not all of me."
"Now Rachel...you can't honestly believe that."
"Why shouldn't I believe it", she asked, rather defensively."I may be able to tell her Mother the truth six months from now, but she probably wouldn't be."
"Do you know that for sure?"
"No, but I have a feeling."
"That's just a feeling, Rachel. Unless you've actually spoken with her about it, you don't know for sure."
"If we're going by that logic, wouldn't my love for her be just a feeling as well?"
"No, that's different. Love, and assumption are two very different kinds of feelings."
Rachel knew Emma was right, but she hated it."Damn it", she mumbled, once again leaning back into the couch."This is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I didn't want this."
"I disagree with that, I believe that you did want this. You just never anticipated it, and now that it's happening, you're hating yourself for it. You made yourself believe that just because you didn't want it, meant that it could never happen. Rachel, you and every other person working here have a few different things in common, but one in particular. You're all human beings. Human beings with hearts, feelings, and all the other lovely traits that come with being alive. It's not something any of us will be able to change, so you might as well go with it. If you love this woman, and she's willing to accept certain things about you, I think you should be able to accept certain things about yourself. You cannot ask things of other people if you yourself aren't willing to ask things of yourself. It's simply unreasonable, and it will only confuse you."
Rachel suddenly felt like crying. She tried to keep her tears at bay, but failed. They rolled down her cheeks, and she was embarrassed."This just...isn't me...".
"It is you, Rachel. You just don't know it yet."
"Why am I so scared?"
"That's easy. You don't want your heart broken."
A while later, Rachel was at the gym. She had planned on going alone, but Alyson, and Kurt had decided to join her, after they had both taken their turns with Emma. She waited much longer then she would have liked, but it didn't matter. She was happy to finally get to the gym, and happy to have some company. The two of them had memberships at the same gym, and hadn't gone in a while. While Kurt was jogging away on a treadmill, Rachel was punching away on a large punching bag, on a different floor. Alyson was standing on the other side of the bag, coaching the equally small woman.
"Good. Keep it up, Rach...get it out", she was saying, as she held the bag in place. Rachel was punching, and kicking in a pattern, and had just gotten a steady rhythm going."That's right, let me see it! Punch, punch, kick, punch! Punch, punch, kick, punch!"
She felt like beating the Hell out of somebody, and she very well could have at that point. Although she planned on going to workout alone, she was somewhat happy to have Alyson coaching her at the moment. It was bittersweet. She was frustrated with the coaching, yet it was helping. She decided to use the frustration, mix it with her anger, and go to town. She began to use much more force than she was used to. More power than she knew she had.
"Damn it, Rach...what the fuck are you doing right now", pushed Alyson."You were pumped, you were gettin' it...you're slowing down! Come on! Gimmie' what you got for a pork chop and more, bitch! Let's go!"
She punched and kicked harder, and faster. She thought about what Emma had said. About the fact that she was changing, and couldn't do anything about. She thought about Puck, and the whole situation with Laine.
"That's it, come on! Stop being such a weak ass, Rachel! I wanna' feel the hits through this bag", Alyson continued."Push it!"
She punched harder, and faster. More, and more. Her heart was beating fast. So fast, she thought it was about to bust through her chest.
"Let it all out! Get it out!"
She could feel the tears. Hot, and wet, rolling down her face. At that point, she couldn't tell the sweat from the tears.
"That's it, baby...push it! Fucking fight it out! Work it out! Harder, bitch! Harder!"
She felt a pain in her belly. Maybe it was stress, or anxiety. Maybe it was strength. She didn't know but she didn't care, she just wanted it out. Just when she thought she was punching and kicking as hard and as fast as she could, she heard Alyson yell something that pushed her over the edge completely.
"Fucking fight for yourself!"
With that, she let out a loud cry, moved forward, and tackled what she thought was the punching bad as hard as she could. It hurt, but it hurt good. A wave of emotion took over, and she let all of her tears fall. She breathed heavy, and loud through her tears, and it felt like she was releasing the weight of the world.
"Well, shit", she heard from below her. She opened her eyes, and looked down. She hadn't even realized that she was on top of Alyson.
"Oh God", she whimpered."Aly...I am so sorry. Holy shit...".
"No", laughed Alyson."Don't be sorry, that was awesome!"
Rachel scrambled to her feet, and reached down to pull the other woman up."I swear to God, I thought I went off on the bag."
"It's fine, Rach", breathed Alyson, as she was pulled to her feet."You obviously had some shit to get out. I knew it, so I pushed you. Damn, you should be proud! You took the wind right out of me!"
"God", cried Rachel, as she plopped onto the ground."What the fuck is wrong with me?"
Alyson smiled, and plopped down right next to her."Nothing. You're pissed off, and frustrated. You let it all out, and that's how it works. Why do you think I wanted you on the bag? Shit, I could feel that tension from you days ago. I know you feel upset and everything, it's alright. You needed this."
Rachel just nodded. She knew what Alyson was saying was right. She hated it, but it was the truth. After a few minutes, Alyson was on her feet, and reaching down towards Rachel.
"Ready for round two?"
Rachel wiped the moisture from her face, and looked up.
"Hell yes, I am", she answered, taking Alyson's hand, and letting her pull her to her feet."By the way, I think I just found myself a new work out buddy."
"I'm honored to fill the position", she laughed."Anything to keep your little ass in shape."
"Who are you calling little, Aly?"
"Yeah, I should have checked myself before that statement, I'm sorry."
"Say what you want, I can't believe I just took you out like I did", breathed Rachel, as she grabbed her water bottle, and chugged from it.
"Listen, nothing you say or do is gonna' sour my mood right now. I snagged my first client today, and I didn't even need Boss Lady's help", smiled the dark haired little woman."She should know by the time we get back though."
"Wait, you did", asked Rachel, in shock."When? Who is it?"
"Come on...you know."
"No, no I don't! Tell me!"
"It's the shrink lady."
"Wait...", said Rachel, squinting her eyes."Emma?"
"Is that her name? Shit, I called her shrink lady the entire time I was in there with her", laughed Alyson."
"Hold on. Are you telling me that during your session today, you and Emma talked and then..."
"There wasn't much talking, Rachel."
"Oh my God", laughed the brunette, as she playfully hit Alyson on the arm."What did you do?"
"Trust me, it didn't take much work. She was eying me up and down from the minute I walked into the room. She asked me a few basic questions, I felt the vibe she was giving out. Don't get me wrong, she was really shy and everything, but I whispered a few things in her ear, she melted, and I rocked her world. Best session she's ever had, that's all I'm saying."
"My God", Rachel continued to laugh."I can't believe it!"
"Alright, I get how you're amused by this, but why are you so surprised?"
"Aly...Emma has been stuck in the playground closest for as long as any of us have known her! She's been in this weird denial, and hasn't accepted any of Santana's offers for a membership. Your very first session with her, and you pull her from that closet just like that?"
Alyson giggled."Well damn. I must have more game than I thought."
"Yeah, no kidding", said Rachel, as she adjusted the tape around her knuckles."What did you say to her?"
"That's for me to know. Don't you even worry about it. Worry about where all that pent up anger you have is coming from. That was a pretty bad ass tackle. What the Hell is goin' on with you?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure."
"Does it have anything to do with Quinn?"
"Maybe...", she mumbled."Why do you ask?"
"Well it's kinda' obvious. I haven't known you for very long, but I can tell you're all about her, and you hate it."
"I don't hate it", Rachel shot back.
"Oh, bullshit."
"I don't. It's just different, alright?"
"Yeah yeah, I heard all about you, lady. Top bitch at the playground, standards and all that", laughed Alyson.
"Oh, you heard that, huh? What else has been said", questioned Rachel.
"Miss Star, bell of the golden ball. Miss lonely hearts and no love. Temptation Playground Prom Queen. Until one Quinn Fabray steps in, and knocks you on your ass. You've been camping out on cloud nine ever since", said Alyson, as she took her place behind the punching bag."Like Usher sang it, you got it, you got is bad."
"Oh my God", exclaimed Rachel."Who the Hell has been telling you all these things?"
"I'm not gonna' tell you", she smiled.
"Aly!"
"No, screw it, this is lighting a fire under that ass. Punch it out, let's go!"
Rachel just shook her head, and pushed all of her frustration into delivering a record book punch to the bag. After another couple of rounds on the bag, the two woman gathered their things from the locker room, and headed downstairs to wait for Kurt. After a while, he finally emerged from the Men's locker room, drinking from a can of Red bull.
"Oh Jesus, not you too", laughed Rachel.
"Hey, I don't drink these very often", he defended."I haven't worked out in so long, I'm tired as all Hell. I don't think I'll have time for a nap when we get back."
"Uh-oh...I got Santana's attention", laughed Alyson, as the three of them moved towards the exit.
"How", asked Kurt.
Alyson held up her phone, so the other two could read the text message.
Bitch did U seriously hook up with Emma during UR session 2day?! -S
"Whoa, wait a minute", exclaimed Kurt, while Rachel just started laughing."Did you?"
"Put your eyes back in your skull, pretty boy", giggled Alyson."I'd give you details but you gossip worse than most of the chicks at the playground."
"Whatever, I do not", he defended, as they exited the building."Seriously though, what went down in there?"
That night, Temptation Playground was in full swing. For some reason, it seemed busier than usual, and Santana was feeling slightly overwhelmed. Her stress level was a dangerous level, and she knew it was only getting worse. She was standing in the middle of the Red Light Lounge, ready to snap somebody's neck.
"Kurt, for reals though, I will ends you if you don't shut the fuck up, and just do what you need to fucking do!"
"I don't wanna' work in the same room with him! I know I requested that before we even opened, so why the Hell are we assigned to the same damn lounge", he argued.
"Damn it! Just because you make a request, doesn't mean you're gonna' get your way! That's why it's called a request! It's your own fault for fucking around with him! You knew the risk, you knew this could happen, so now it's time to shut your damn mouth, do your damn job, and quit being a fucking baby", she snapped back. Meanwhile, Sam was standing idly by, a random new client of his, trying to keep his attention. He couldn't help but be somewhat offended by Kurt's attitude towards him.
"I'm not working in the same lounge as him, period! So fuck you", growled Kurt. He knew he shouldn't have said it, and he wanted to take it back almost as it was coming out of his mouth. He only further regretted after he felt the sharp sting of Santana's hand across his cheek.
"Excuse you", she asked, with fire in her tone."Strike that shit, and reverse it, Porcelain."
He took a deep breath, and calmed himself down the best he could."I'm sorry, Miss Santana."
"Yeah, you better be sorry! I don't fucking need this from you right now! So, you know what? You're gonna' shut your damn mouth, suck it up, and do your job, no issues! I'm not even close to kidding, I will beat your sorry ass! Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Santana", he answered. It was easy to tell that the slap had really gotten to him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you", he said, putting one hand to her ear.
"Yes, Miss Santana", he said, a little louder."I'm sorry."
"Good boy", she breathed, before turning around, and exiting the room. Her heart felt like it was about to beat right out of her chest, and she knew it was time to step away. She was headed for the bar for a glass of wine, when she was stopped in the hallway by none other than, Sugar.
"Jesus Christ", she breathed, knowing she was in for an ear full.
"Miss Santana, I need a different room assignment. Doctor Sylvester is the Rainbow Lounge with Jewels, and they keep laughing at me! They won't leave me alone, and I can't work with them mocking me like that!"
"Sugar, if you would just mind your own, and do your job, it wouldn't matter! Pay no attention to whatever it is that you think they're doing, and do what the fuck you gotta' do!"
"But you don't get it Miss San-"
"No, you don't get it! I'm tired of hearing everybody bitch at me tonight! I'm not dealing with it, I'm done! I swear to God, if you don't get back in that lounge, and handle your shit, I'll lock you in your room for the rest of the night, and you won't get paid! Is that understood?"
Sugar went to argue but Santana put a stop to it.
"Ah ah ah, I'm not joking! Get your little ass back to work!"
"Yes, Miss Santana...", breathed Sugar, as she turned around and walked away.
Santana took a few deep breathes, and shook her head. As she strolled into the bar area, she noticed Rachel and Emma sitting at the bar. Both had drinks in front of them, and were talking and laughing away."What's so damn funny", asked the Boss Lady, as she sat down next to Emma.
"Nothing really, I'm just picking on Emma", smiled Rachel.
"Oh, I see. Would that have anything to do with her very recent membership?"
Emma simply giggled, as her cheeks turned pink.
"As a matter of fact, it does", laughed Rachel."I'm trying to get some details, but she's not giving anything up."
"What details do you need? All that matters is that our temp bartender is a sneaky little street rat, with an agenda so hidden, a fucking private investigator couldn't find it."Alyson made her over, and stood in front of Santana.
"What can i get you, Boss?"
"Speak of the fucking devil!"
"Oh God, are you still pissed off at me?"
"I have a feeling that I'm gonna' be pissed off at you for the duration of your time here, so get used to it."
"Would you stop already? Did I make you some money today, or not", asked Alyson, winking at Emma.
"Yeah...I guess...".
"That's what I thought, so you shouldn't be complaining, Miss Santana."
"Shut up, you're making my head hurt. Let me get some wine."
"What kind?"
"I don't give a shit, just make it something red", breathed the Latina, pinching the bridge of her nose."As a matter of fact, just bring the bottle and a glass."
"I'm on it. While I'm at it, can I refresh you guys", she asked, looking at Rachel, and Emma.
"Yes, please. That would be fantastic", answered Rachel..
"Sounds good, make mine a double this time, please", smiled Emma.
"Coming right up", she answered, as she strolled away.
"I can't even believe you", said Santana, as she glanced at the red head."I've been on your ass about joining for how long? You get in a room with that little monster for an hour, and you're all about it now? What the Hell?"
"Well, I have no idea what I'm supposed to say", answered Emma.
"You can't be too upset about it, San. At least she's finally a member", reminded Rachel."Admit it, you're just pissed because it wasn't you who convinced her."
"Of course I am, and why not? I got bested by a newbie!"
"I'm sorry, Santana", said Emma, sincerely, effectively making the Latina feel bad.
"No, don't be, it's fine", she said, as Alyson returned with two drinks, and a bottle of red wine. She set the two drinks down, and poured some of the wine for Santana.
"There you go", she smiled.
"Thank you", said Rachel and Emma in unison.
"Yeah, thanks", scoffed Santana."Get out of my face, before I slap you."
Alyson rolled her eyes and walked away."Yes, Miss Santana."
"Well, Emma", said the Latina, as she raised her glass."...welcome to Temptation Playground...officially."
"Thank you", she smiled, clinking her glass with Santana's.
A while later, Rachel was surprised when two arms pulled her in from behind, and she received a kiss on her cheek."Hey you."
"Baby, there you are", Rachel smiled, as she turned around, and pressed her lips against Quinn's. She suddenly felt half of her stress melt away. Quinn's presence alone was enough to make her cry tears of joy, but she didn't. She kept it together. She hadn't realized just how much she had missed her all day."Where have you been, you were supposed to be here hours ago."
"My meeting ran late. Trust me, I wanted to be anywhere else but stuck there", the blond said, as she removed her jacket, and took a seat next to her Star."Hey San."
"Yeah, hey."
"Quinn honey, I want you meet somebody. This is Emma Pillsbury, she's our long time playground head doctor, and a new member as of earlier this afternoon."
"Hello", greeted Emma, as she extended her hand.
Quinn happily shook her hand, and smiled."Hi there, it's nice to meet you."
"Let's get you a Vodka Cran, baby. You look like you could use a drink", said Rachel, as she flagged Alyson down.
"God, I really could. Long day."
"Did work suck today, or what", asked Santana.
"A little bit, yes", answered the blond."If it wasn't one thing, it was another."
"Poor you", laughed the Latina, sarcastically.
"Santana, come on, be nice", pouted Rachel.
"What is it that you do, if you don't mind me asking, Quinn", wondered Emma.
"No, I don't mind at all. Photography is my career, as well as my inevitable stress related death."
"Oh, stop", laughed Santana, as she poured herself more wine."You take photos for a living, it can't really be all that stressful. If anything, your stress related death will have more to do with you working for me."
"You work here as well", asked Emma.
"I sure do, and I can't help but agree. Working under this one will most likely be the death of me."
"I can't argue with that", laughed Emma.
"I'll drink to that", said Rachel, taking a gulp of her drink.
"Screw all of you", snapped Santana."You know what? Come on Emma, let's hit the the E-Lounge. I just saw Sue go in there, and I we're about to have some words." She stood up, wine bottle, and glass in hand.
"Um, okay...", mumbled the shy little shrink, as she stood up. She barely had time to grab her drink from the bar, as she was pulled away by the Latina.
"What in the Hell is her issue today", asked Quinn.
"She's just being a brat, she'll be fine. She took the wine with her, and Britt's is dancing, so I can't help but know that her mood will probably change in just a few minutes", laughed Rachel."Are you alright? I've barely talked to you today."
"I'm fine, I'm tired is all. I couldn't wait to get here to see you. I'm sorry for my lack of communication all day. However, I think I can make it up to you."
"Oh really?"
"Yes really", she laughed, as Alyson wandered over."Hey Sage."
"Quinn", she greeted."Here's your drink. How's it going?"
"Fine, thank you."
"Your woman was a damn monster at the gym earlier today, I was proud. She took me down like you wouldn't believe."
Quinn looked at Rachel, one eyebrow raised."Did she now?
"I did, and I still feel bad."
"No, you shouldn't, it was amazing", laughed Alyson."I'll leave you guys alone." She walked away, heading towards a big tipper.
"You've been meaning to get to the gym, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I have. I needed it. Had some stress to work out."
"I know. You have been stressed, which is why you, my mother and I are going out tomorrow night", said Quinn, as she kissed Rachel on the cheek.
"We are?"
"Yes, we are. I knew you had off, so I went ahead and made dinner reservations at Le Bernardin", she went on, as Rachel's eyes lit up."I also bought tickets for Wicked."
"Oh my God, Quinn...are you serious?"
The blond nodded, and smiled."I thought you might love that."
"I've seen Wicked about ten times, but I will never get sick of it. You're the best, thank you. I love you", squealed the tiny woman.
"I love you too, and I haven't seen Wicked yet, so you better not give anything away", she laughed.
"Oh, I won't, I promise. Awe, I'm so excited now! Has your Mom seen it before?"
"Yes, she has, but she's alright with seeing it again. She's even wearing a green dress, and I thought that might be cute, so I'm wearing one too."
"That is cute! You'd be surprised how many people wear green in the spirit of the show. I would, but I don't own much green", breathed Rachel.
"That's alright, baby. I'm sure you'll look beautiful no matter what you war. You always do."
"Awe, thank you."
"Are you done with clients for the night?"
"Nope, I've got one more in about twenty minutes. I won't be long, though. This one is usually rather quick. It's almost like she feels guilty or something."
"Well, that stands to reason for some members here. Temptation is made to make people feel somewhat guilty, so if the playground title fits...".
"Quinn, oh my God", she laughed.
"What? It's the truth!"
"Whatever", she smiled."You don't have to worry about it. I'll still have plenty of energy left for you when I'm done with her." She raised her eyebrows suggestively, earning a smirk from the blond."We can relieve each others stress."
"Sounds good to me", said Quinn, as she leaned forward, and started kissing her. They were interrupted by the sound of somebody clearing their throat. The kiss broke, and they looked over to see the client in question."
"Sorry Rachel, am I early?"
"A little, Kayla, but it's alright", reassured Rachel."Why don't you get yourself a drink, and we can head upstairs okay?"
"Yeah...yeah okay", she answered nervously before moving down the bar. She waited impenitently for Alyson to take her order.
"Wow...timid little thing", said Quinn as she studied her. She was young, couldn't have been older than twenty four. Long dark drown hair, and a very slender body. She looked somewhat familiar."Why do I know her?"
"That's Kayla Rea Cole. She's a country singer. I think she's toured with Taylor Swift, or something like that."
"That's right", exclaimed Quinn."Well, no wonder she feels guilty. She's a Christian values type of girl."
"Really? Well, she doesn't act like it when we're alone."
"Ew. Stop", said Quinn."Go deal with that, I'll just hang out in the E-Louge for a bit."
"Okay, I'm sorry", giggled Rachel."I'll come get you when I'm done showering, so we can cuddle up in my bed."
"No, come get me before you shower, I'll go in with you."
"Baby, I wanna' wash off before I let you hold me...".
Quinn just rolled her eyes, and nodded, before she stood up, and grabbed her drink.
Rachel wasn't sure, but it seemed like Quinn was annoyed all of the sudden."Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. If you feel like you need to shower before we get in bed, that's fine." There was bite in her tone, and Rachel knew she would pay for it later. She decided to just let it go for the time being.
After a while, things died down and the playground was nearly empty. Santana found herself lying in bed, waiting for her perfection. She was half drunk, annoyed, and tired as all Hell, but it didn't matter. She knew she was in for some cuddle time, and it made everything all better. The bottle of wine wasn't hurting her mood either. After a while, she dozed off. When she opened her eyes again, she felt two arms wrapped around her, and shifted onto her back.
""My perfection", she breathed."Hi."
"Hi Sanny", smiled the dancer, as she kissed Santana passionately."You're a little drunk, aren't you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah...you are. I saw you from the stage, you were drinking wine like it was water", she giggled."You okay?"
"I'm good, baby. I am."
"No, you're freaking out."
"I am not."
"You so are, but it's alright. I'm here now."
"Yeah, you are. I love you so much...".
"I love you more, San."
Santana smiled, and reached up. She caressed the the blond's cheek."You have something on your mind, don't you?"
"Yeah", said Brittany, softly."Jade."
"I knew it."
"Are you mad?"
"Not at all, she worries me too, baby. I would never be mad at you for that."
"Wow, you must be drunk", she laughed.
"Oh stop. You already know I've been thinking about it, don't rub it in, Britts."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"It's alright."
"I know I shouldn't be thinking about it so much, but everything from last night just got to me", she confessed."San...I really want her to work here."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I think she'd be safer here. There are so many people here who could keep an eye on her, and I really want that."
"I do too...", breathed Santana, as she once again, thought back to the night before.
At Smashed the night before...
After delivering a nice hard gut punch to an ass who couldn't keep his hands to himself, Santana felt good. Her career was stressful, nobody could argue that. So, getting her anger out was something she took advantage of when she could. No matter how she chose to do it. As she made her way back to her girlfriend, she noticed Jade was nowhere to be seen.
"Britts, where did she go?"
"I don't know, she let me give her a hug, but then she said she'd be right back", answered the blond."I hope she's okay."
Santana looked behind the bar, but the only person there was the red headed, sticky fingered, Gina. The Latina wanted to talk to anybody else, but there didn't seem to be any other employees around. She sucked it up, and approached the bar.
"Hey...tip thief...where did Jade go?"
Gina looked up, and was about to say something snotty, but once she saw the look on the Latina's face, she changed her mind."Um...she's in the office, in back. But, nobody's really allowed back there. So, can you like wait for her to come out?"
Santana just rolled her eyes, grabbed Brittany's hand, and headed towards the back of the bar. Eventually they found the office, and the door was cracked open just a little.
"Jade",she asked."You in here?"
All they heard was a few sniffles. Santana just pushed the door open. Jade was sitting at a desk, tears streaming down her face. It was a heartbreaking thing to see. As they moved towards, they noticed she was trembling a little bit.
"Oh my God...", said Brittany, as she knelt down in front of Jade's chair."Are you okay?"
"Yes", she sobbed, softly.
"Obviously not, you're shaking. That ass hole really got to you, didn't he", asked Santana, getting a little pissed off at the thought."Please tell me that doesn't happen a lot."
Jade didn't say a word. She just sniffled again, and let Brittany pull her into a hug. Clearly, this girl wasn't one to handle certain situations very well. Santana could tell the first time she met her, and it didn't take long at all for her point to be made. She seemed so innocent, and clueless, and it might seem like an act to certain people. To Santana, not so much. She watched as Brittany held her in a tight hug, and rubbed her back.
"Okay, San...we have to do something, her whole body is like shaking so bad", said the blond, worry in her tone.
A glass of water, and some calm, soothing words later, Jade was calm, and sitting up at her desk. Santana and Brittany had taken a seat on the black leather couch that sat against the wall.
"You guys are super sweet, but you don't have to stay back here with me. I'm fine."
"You're not, you are really shaken up. Why don't you have any bouncers working here", asked Santana."I mean not that it's like a horrible part of the city or anything, but that shit doesn't need to be happening."
"We have a few, but they works outside. I only get shaken up, because I'm...not feeling very well...and I'm just out of it."
"Are you sick? Why are you working if you're sick", asked Santana, as if she was her mother.
"Yeah, couldn't you have just called your manager and said you didn't feel well", asked Brittany.
"Well...I am the manager, but it's okay. It's fine, I have a doctors appointment later this week. But seriously, I'm okay. You guys can go if you want", she said. She wasn't being rude at all, she was actually being too nice. Santana could hear the guilt in her voice, and it upset her, because she had nothing to feel guilty about.
"Jade, you're so cute, and sweet and adorable, you shouldn't have to deal with people touching you like that", said Brittany."Nobody should." Santana couldn't help but be somewhat amused by her girlfriend's statement. She was talking to Jade as if she was a child.
"Worse has happened", the darker woman mumbled.
"What", asked Santana, squinting at the dark skinned woman."What is that supposed to mean?
"Nothing. Look, it's okay. I'll be fine. Why are you guys being so nice to me? Not that it's a bad thing, but you just met me. People can't be this nice."
"That's an easy one," Santana smirked. "My Britts and I aren't mere mortals. We're goddesses." Jade couldn't stop the giggle that came out of her mouth. "People don't realize it just yet, but we're pretty much royalty."
"Awe, you're both so beautiful that I think I believe it."
"You make it hard not to be nice to you," declared Brittany."If you were mean, it would be harder."
"She knows what she's talking about," Santana affirmed.
"Some people would say the opposite," Jade said plainly.
"Yeah, well some people are full of shit," Santana spat it out as if it were a bad taste in her mouth. She was insightful enough to understand that the darker woman was speaking from experience.
"I better get back out there," Jade said, shifting the conversation. "Gina's probably got a lot of people overloading her."
"I heard someone say that her drinks don't taste so good," said Brittany.
Jade shrugged. "She's still learning. She usually just does the shots." She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small, black flask, with a little silver skull on the front of it. After a few sips from it, she put it back on in her pocket."Her drinks need work, but I have to admit, she really does do something special with the shots she pours."
"So she's a newbie, yet already bold enough to steal tips," Santana said, trying keep from getting pissed all over again.
"She's been here for a couple of years. She just hasn't figured it out very well."
Even Brittney couldn't hold back from asking, "Why does she still have a job here?"
"I…I…uh…I think she just needs more time."
"I don't wanna' tell you how to do your job because, I wanna' put a smack down on people when they try to tell me how to do mine but ,that girl is a liability waiting to happen," the Latina said."Plus, popularity is somewhat important with bar tending, and she doesn't seem to have too many fans. Trust the facts, Jade. Let the bitch go."
Jade looked down to her feet. "I should go back out."
"But you're sick," the blond exclaimed, worry in her tone.
"My…..boss won't like it if he starts getting complaints."
"I'm sure your boss would understand," Santana replied, adding softness to her tone.
The darker woman simply shook her head and gave a sad smile, before leading the other two out of the room.
They stayed until last call, which was much later than they had planned. Neither of them could seem to be the one to remind the other that they needed to get back. It had been the first time in a long time that at least one of them hadn't been around Temptation for the whole night. As they sat, watching her, Santana had to laugh. This girl was different. She looked a lot tougher than she seemed, and it seemed it would work in her favor. She was clearly a fan of the color black, and the rubber Jack Skellington bracelet on her wrist gave away her personality a little. There as no doubt, had a mosh pit gathered, Jade most likely would have been at the ready. The only issue was, her voice and demeanor. Even with her look, the minute she opened her mouth, anybody would know that they could very easily take advantage of her. Sure, the couple hadn't gotten through to her that night, but they weren't about to give up. They'd be back, and they would get her to enter their world.
Back in the bed, Santana was still caressing her girlfriend's face."Don't worry, Britts. We'll get her."
"I know. I'm just happy I made a new friend", breathed the blond."Do you think she thinks about us like her friends?"
Santana smiled."If she doesn't, she will."
"What else have you been thinking about ", asked the blond, as she settled down into the bed."You should tell me, because it will be less stressful on you if you talk about it."
"Same old shit, baby. We really need to hire another bar tender. I want Jade behind the bar more than anything. Seeing her in action made up my mind. Only, I know now more than ever, that might take time that we don't have. Aly doesn't have enough know how, and Sunshine can't always help, because she's got clients."
"Well that's okay, I've got Sam and Rory scouting", Brittany said, casually.
"Wait, you do? When did that-"
"Hey, we told you we'd be handling things, and we meant it", she laughed."Don't worry, we'll get somebody."
"Damn, look at you. Thank you, baby. I didn't know."
"It's what I'm here for."
"Aside from that", continued Santana."We need more people. We've got more members than employees at this point, and it won't take much time for that to catch up to us, and bite us in the ass."
"Quinn's taking care of that."
"Is she? Well, Jesus...if she'd bother to answer my texts and calls once in a while, maybe I would know that."
"She's got career to worry about, baby...you can't be mad at her for that."
"Yeah well, I'll try not to be. One more issue, is that things are getting way too casual around here. I get that I have an established friendship with certain babies of mine...but it's effecting the way they act towards me. Rachel, Kurt, and even Sugar have been forgetting their place around here, and it needs to be dealt with."
"Okay, Sunshine, I get. Maybe even Kurt bu...Rachel? Really? Hasn't she earned the right to be casual with you", asked Brittany, sweetly.
"Who's side are you on", laughed Santana.
"I'm so not answering that."
In a different part of the playground, Quinn was walking into Rachel's room. She had gotten a text saying that she should come upstairs. So, she happily finished her drink, and made her way up. As she walked in, she heard the shower running. She called for Rachel, but got no answer. She kicked her shoes off, and threw her purse on the desk. She slowly walked towards the bathroom, and opened the door. There stood Rachel, naked, with a smile on her face.
"I decided to wait for you."
Quinn smiled, and bit her lip."Thank you, baby."
Five minutes later, they were standing under the water. They just stood there in each others arms, kissing, and rubbing their hands over each others body's.
"Can I ask you something", the brunette wondered out loud.
"Anything."
"I know you say you weren't, but I know you were angry before when I was gonna' shower without you. Can you please just...tell me why?"
"I wasn't mad."
"Well, you were upset."
"Alright...a little...".
"Well, why?"
Quinn took a deep breath, and reached behind Rachel to grab a loofah. She gently pushed her little body up against the wall."I like washing you." She ignored Rachel's surprised expression, as she reached down and grabbed the body wash."Not that I doubt your ability to wash yourself...but when I do it...I feel like...". She didn't want to finish. She couldn't even make eye contact with her lover.
"It's alright...just tell me", said Rachel, softly.
"I like being the one to wash all those other women off of you. It makes me feel like you're mine, and only mine."
"Quinn...oh my Go-"
"Shhhh", said Quinn, putting her finger to Rachel's lips."Don't say a word, okay? Just let me wash you...".
Rachel was somewhat freaked out, she couldn't help it. Quinn's tone was desperate, yet creepy. She grabbed onto the blond's wrist, and tried to look her in the eye."Quinn...baby..."
"Please...", was the desperate reply."Please just let me..."
Even with the water running onto their bodies, and faces, Rachel could see the tears in the blond's eyes. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but she obviously needed to do what she wanted to do. And, Rachel was going to let her, no matter how she felt about it.
"Go ahead, Quinn. Wash me...".
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