A/N - PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, READ THIS. Not to be pushy here, but it seems like readers are opting to skip the notes. If you do that, there are things you will probably not understand. Listen, the Author Notes exist for a reason, so try not to just ignore them. YES, this is a Glee story, and it was labeled FABERRY. HOWEVER, I have stressed this more than once, there is other things in the story line that travel outside of Faberry. Not that far, but a little. If you don't like reading about other characters, then this story is not for you. If you feel that I don't concentrate enough on the Faberry, I'm sorry. I feel that I'm giving a nice balance. If you feel different, and don't like what's happening, please don't continues to read it. If you pay close enough attention, you'll see that everything going on around Faberry pretty much has something to do with the pairing. If you feel it doesn't, and you don't like it, I'm sorry, but read other stories. I like to concentrate on the pairing AS WELL as what goes on with the people around them. I've even gone so far as to change the character tagging. Now, it's Rachel, Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. SO, now this story is considered FABERRY AND FABERITTANA. Also, this is an AU. Yes, most of the character traits will be there, but since it's an AU...anything goes. AU to me, means sometimes there may be added characters, and sometimes the original charters may be OOC. So there's that. I'm sorry if I'm coming off as bitchy, but I just feel like some readers aren't paying attention to the Author Notes, or the fact that this story is an AU. To those of you are loyal, and not being too judgy about things, thank you, I love you, I appreciate you, and your reviews mean the world to me.
Side Note- I can't get into too much about the loss of Cory...because I'll be a wreck about it. So, I'll say this. It's a shame that he's gone, he will be missed by me, and so many others. I feel for the Glee family, and will miss that man until I die. He changed me life, and I will always remember him, and cherish what he's done for me, and so many other people.
R.I.P Cory, you'll forever have my love and respect.
She was so nervous, she wanted to cry. Her stomach wasn't helping much either, the way it was churning. As Quinn made her way from her office building, and to her car, her mind was racing. From the time she had gotten off the phone with Rachel, until she was actually getting into her car to drive to the playground, she had felt that way. Whatever news her girlfriend had, she knew it wasn't good. She could tell by the tone of her voice.
Is she sick?
Has she been fired?
Are we breaking up?
Millions of aggravating little thoughts were rushing through her mind at top speed. It was late. Almost ten o'clock. Rachel would be working when she got there, but it didn't matter. She would wait around until she was finished with all of her clients.
Going there that night had been the furthest thing from her mind since she had left her apartment that day. The bickering they had done was too much for her to deal with, and she had wanted a break. Just for one night, and she knew Rachel had wanted the same thing. However, if Rachel didn't think what she had to tell could wait, Quinn knew that it definitely couldn't. There wasn't one doubt in her mind about that.
When she finally did make it, she rushed into the bar, and looked around. Rachel was nowhere to be seen. She was about to leave, and check around some of the lounges when Alyson called her name from the behind the bar. She looked in her direction, only to be summoned over.
"She's with Kayla."
"What", asked Quinn, out of breath from all of her rushing.
"Rachel. She was with Cassie, now she's with Kayla, that country singer chick. You're looking for her, right?"
"Oh...yeah. Yes I am", she breathed."Sorry."
"No, don't be. Take a seat, alright? What's going on?" There was concern written all over her face.
"N-nothing...I just...nothing. Can I please have-"
"Vodka Cranberry, coming right up", Alyson said, sweetly."Don't worry, I'll take care of ya'...just relax, okay?"
"Thank you, Sage."
"Not a problem. I'll be right back."
Quinn settled in. As best as she could anyway. She set her purse down on the bar counter, and rummaged through it until she found her phone. She grabbed it, and quickly sent a text to Rachel.
In the bar...let me know when you can talk...-Q
Once Alyson had brought the drink back, she got to talking with the blond."So get this, you know how I found that baggie with the X pills in it?"
"Yeah...".
"I think I figured out why they were under the register."
"Really?"
"Turns out...there's this dude client. He likes to roll when while he's here. Spends some time in the Rainbow Lounge...then spends all night with the same guy."
"Wow. That's a pretty elaborate routine", said Quinn.
"Not really. You know what Ecstacy does to some people, don't you?"
"I've never rolled, but I hear it intensifies things, and makes you see things that aren't really there?"
"That's some of it. You're right, it intesifies things for sure. Which is a little dangerous for a place like this...", Sage hinted.
"Why?"
"Oh my god, Quinn...that shit makes some people like crazy horny."
"Does it?"
"Like you wouldn't believe", laughed Sage."That's why Lance Hansen has the routine."
"Lance Hansen...the douche bag who stars on that one soap...that's who does it?"
"Yup. Used to pay Puckerman a lot to keep a stash around for him."
"Good to know, Sage. Good job", smirked Quinn.
"Hey, I'm just doing my job. Well, you know...one of the three jobs that I have here." She noticed a few members trying to get her attention."And on that note...I'll be right back."
A few minutes later, Quinn had her third drink. It was helping to calm her nerves. Not as much as she would have liked, but enough that she could appreciate it. At least her heart wasn't racing anymore. As she took a sip, a sudden chill went down her spine. She felt eyes on her. She turned towards the E-Lounge, and sure enough, there she was. Santana, staring daggers at her from the lounge entrance. She wasn't in the mood, but she knew that there was no avoiding the Latina. Now that she knew the blond was in the building, she would most likely be following her around, no matter where she ended up. Quinn knew that, and wasn't about to try and fight it. If she was going to be dealing with drama at all, she figured the best place to do it was where she had access to alcohol. The bar was where she was staying, until Rachel was free to talk. She looked forward once again, chugging the rest of her drink. She didn't even have to turn around again to know that Santana was on the approach.
Quinn glanced down the bar, to where Alyson was standing. Oddly enough, she was already looking back at her. They came to a silent understanding that Quinn needed another Vodka and Cranberry, and she needed it fast.
"So...", said Santana, calmly, as she took a seat on the bar stool next to Quinn."You decided to show your face around here tonight...".
"Yeah", she answered, coldly. At that point she refused to make eye contact."I did."
"You've got balls."
"Big ones."
Santana just laughed a little."Wow."
Alyson hurried over, and placed Quinn's drink down in front of her, before turning to the Boss Lady."Anything for you, Miss Santana?"
"As a matter of fact, an explanation would be nice", she answered. Looking directly at the shorter woman behind the bar."
"Wait...an explanation for wh-"
"Is there a reason why you served this bitch her drink before you asked me what I wanted?"
Quinn just rolled her eyes, and grabbed her glass.
Alyson wasn't exactly sure how to respond, so she ended up stuttering, and it made her feel like an idiot."Well...I..I m-mean...she was already here...a-and I knew that she wanted another-"
"I don't give a fuck! Who runs the show, Sage", snapped the Latina."Who calls the shots around here? Tell me, just so I can be sure that you still know."
"You do, Miss Santana." Alyson was nervous. Sure, Santana and her had their little back and forth game, and messed around with each other all the time. Only this was different. It was the first time since she had started working there, that Alyson knew it was the wrong time to make any jokes, or to be a smart ass.
"Are you sure, because you seem confused."
"I'm sure."
"Good, I'm happy to hear it. Next time, maybe you'll think a little harder before you cater to anyone else's needs, before mine."
"Yes...I will. I promise."
"Fantastic. Now, I'll have a Vodka."
"On the rocks?"
"You know it, Street Rat."
"Right away, Miss Santana." With that Sage turned around, and got busy.
"So...Quinn...are you ready to apologize for your totally fucked behavior earlier?"
That did it. Quinn was done. She could have handled being called a bitch, and being made to feel like she was somehow less important at the moment. However, Santana asking for an apology, wasn't sitting well. The self righteous Boss Lady needed to put in her place.
"It's funny", the blond started, as she took a huge gulp from her glass."This whole day was pure crazy. I've felt like snapping somebody's neck since I woke up this morning. And, there are a lot of mornings where I wake up feeling like that, and a lot of days where that feeling never really goes away. Only now, this time...it's different."
"Oh really? And why is that", asked Santana.
"Because now, there happens to be a person sitting next to me, who's neck looks just right for the snapping", she answered, looking right at Santana, for the first time since she had sat down. She didn't even care that the Latina was staring back at her with such a glare. She knew she had pissed her off, but it didn't matter. She wasn't saying she was sorry, and she wasn't backing down."Yeah, I just said that. So, why don't you wipe that stupid fucking look from your face, and walk away."
Santana could not believe her ears. She had gone the rest of the day thinking that she had the upper hand on the Photographer. Never once thinking that she was wrong, she had approached her with her regular flare for being intimidating. Quinn's words had lit a fire in her, and as surprised as she was, she wasn't about to back down."Really", she asked.
"Yes, really", was the retort."Walk away."
Alyson, very cautiously walked over, and set Santana's drink down, before taking a few steps back, and watching the two of them. Santana grabbed the drink, chugged the entire thing, and slammed the glass back down on the bar. She stood from her seat, kicked her heels off, and got right in Quinn's face. If not for the fact that they were in such an intense stare down, that their noses might have been touching, Alyson wouldn't have done it. She grabbed her cell phone, and started texting away on it.
"Where do you get the nerve to speak to me like this", Santana growled."You don't come into my Playground, and talk to me like this. I will fucking kill you."
At that point, they had some attention from the surrounding employees and clients. The tension was strong, and everybody in the bar could feel it.
"Not if I kill you first", growled Quinn, as she finally stood up."Don't fuck with me right now."
"I will fuck with you when I want. You don't call shots around here. I own your ass."
Neither of them had made one move. They just stood, having the starting contest of a lifetime, as the bar got real quiet. Quinn was so angry, and everything was hitting her at once. The annoyance of the day, the physical pain Santana had caused her earlier, the nagging fear that Rachel had called to break up with her. It all proved to be too much when the tears started rolling down her cheeks."Santana...back off."
"Oh no, bitch. You back off. Obviously, you can't handle this. Why the fuck else would you be falling apart right now?"
"I'm not falling apart, now get the Hell out of my face", she growled.
"So these tears don't mean anything", asked Santana, before she made the mistake of reaching to wipe said tears from her challengers face. Before she had even gotten the chance to touch her face, Quinn had a tight grasp around her wrist with one hand, and was using the other to grab a hold of Santana's hair.
"Do not fucking touch me!"
Santana wiped her head back, effectively forcing Quinn to release her hair. Without even thinking about it, she punched Quinn as hard as she could in the stomach."Fuck you", she spat, with a follow up slap to the blond's cheek.
It hurt bad, but Quinn wasn't backing down. She pushed Santana as hard as she could, before lunging forward, and tackling her to the ground. Everybody backed off, and of course started yelling and cheering in favor of the violence. A few level headed people tried to get close enough to break up the fight, but had no choice but to back off, when the two women started rolling around the floor. Quinn had the upper hand at first, but somehow found herself on her back, being held down."You're not gonna' win this", spat Santana, delivering a slap to Quinn's cheek."Consider your membership and employment fucking gone!"
Quinn's face stung, and her stomach was sore, but there was no way she was giving up. She used all of her strength to push up, and roll the Latina on her back."Yeah just like that, you crazy bitch...you can't just deal with a problem! You just push people the fuck away, and throw your fucking authority and status on the table! You're a coward", she growled, as she reached down, and slapped Santana back. She never could have anticipated Santana reaching one hand up and wrapping with around her throat. To avoid being choked, she used her right hand, and dug her finger nails as hard as she could into Santana's forearm. She started dragging her nails down, she swore she felt her skin breaking off underneath her finger nails.
"Oh so you wanna' scratch like the dumb little bitch you are", breathed Santana, heavily, before pushing up, and rolling back on top of the blond with as much force as she could muster. While holding her down with one hand, she made a fist with the other, and held it in the air."News flash photo bitch barbie, I'm so over girl fighting with you!" She was about to deliver the blow of a lifetime to Quinn's face when she felt her body being lifted by two very strong arms.
"That's enough, Miss Santana", hollered Dave, as he carried her away from Quinn. After realizing who it was that had pulled her away, she looked back towards Quinn, who was being pulled from the ground by Lauren.
"Put me down, Karofsky! Put me the fuck down, now!"
"With all due respect, Miss Santana, I can't do that", was his response."I'm just trying to protect you."
With all the commotion in the bar at the moment, Santana hadn't even noticed Brittany come out from the E-Lounge. Because of the next few minutes, she would spend the rest of her life wishing that she had. It all happened so fast.
Too fast.
She was so concentrated on Quinn breaking away from Lauren, that she never even saw her girlfriend coming at her from the side. With all the strength she had, she managed to break away from Dave, get her feet on the ground, and take one step further. The last thing she saw, before closing her eyes, and moving her arm forward, was Quinn coming back at her with fire in her eyes. Blond hair fluttered in front of her face, as delivered the slap of all slaps to to Quinn's face.
At least, she thought it had been Quinn's face.
The loud smacking noise seemed to echo throughout the bar. Everybody went silent. Before she knew it, Santana was being pulled back by Dave, once again. The minute she opened her eyes, everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. There she was. Standing in front of her, hands on her face, tears in her eyes. Santana wanted to die when she realized what she had just done. It wasn't Quinn standing in front of her.
It was Brittany.
"Oh my God...", she mumbled, as her body went limp. Dave knew, he just knew. He didn't have to hold her back anymore. He let her go, and took a step back."Baby...".
"San...", sobbed the dancer."You need to calm down."
Santana looked to the left, and noticed Lauren had gotten a hold of Quinn again. She didn't have to hold her back much, because she wasn't fighting anymore. She was looking back at the Boss Lady, guilt and disbelief in her expression. Santana looked back to her girlfriend."Britt...I didn't...I didn't mean it. I'm sorry...", she said, breaking into tears. She moved forward, and pulled the dancer close."God Damn it...please forgive me...please...I didn't meant that...I thought...I t-thought you were her...I swear to God...I...I...I thought you were Quinn...".
"It's okay, San. It's okay", the blond comforted."Relax."
"God", cried Santana. She wanted to throw up."I'm sorry...I'm so fucking sorry...oh my god...".
Brittany didn't even try to pull away, or prevent her girlfriend from holding her. She knew she hadn't slapped her on purpose, and wasn't about to make her feel bad about it. Before she had the chance to say anything else, she heard Rachel's voice.
"What the Hell is going on in here", she asked, as she pushed her way through the crowd, and tried to make sense of the scene before her."What just happened?"
"Rachel", breathed Quinn, as she effortlessly pulled away from Lauren, and hurried towards her girlfriend. Rachel studied her appearance, before glancing over and Santana.
"Where you guys fighting", she asked.
"Baby...", said Quinn, as he pulled her close."Don't worry about that right now." Quinn felt horrible about the fight. Mostly because Brittany had gotten a slap that was meant for her. She couldn't have anticipated the fight ending the way it did. Nobody could have. But her main priority at the moment, no matter what had gone on, was talking to Rachel."Come on...let's go talk...please?"
"But Quinn...what-"
"Please", she begged. She looked back to Santana, who was still holding the dancer in her arms. The two of them locked eyes. All the drama, and fighting aside, the two of them shared one thought, and one thought only at that moment. That their girlfriends were priority one, and they'd have to finish their little spat later. Quinn turned back towards Rachel, ignoring the things people were saying around them."Come on...let's go to your room."
About ten minutes later, the two of them were in Rachel's room. Quinn was seated on the bed, with her hand on her stomach."Oh my God...she got me good in the stomach, holy shit. That will be a bruise by tomorrow."
Rachel came out of the bathroom, with a warm wash cloth in her hands."What the Hell was that?"
"Do you really have to ask...it was Santana being herself, and getting in my face", the blond answered, as she let Rachel dab at her neck with the cloth."She wanted me to apologize for earlier, and I...I just...snapped."
"So...you started the fight?"
"No. Well...kind of. I really don't know, it all happened so fast. Honestly...I never really planned on fighting her at all, but everything from before, and all the shit she was saying to me at the bar...it all came boiling to the service, and now I'm probably screwed."
Rachel stopped with the wash cloth, and put it in her lap."Fuck. What if she cancels your membership? Is she gonna' fire you?"
"That's exactly why I didn't go after her in her office earlier. Trust me...I wanted to but, she could ruin everything for me. Not just this. She knows things about me...things that could really fuck with my career, and my life. I wasn't about to open that can of worms, but...I guess I just did."
"That can't happen, I won't let it. I'll talk to her", said Rachel."I promise, I will not let that happen, you hear me?"
Quinn looked at Rachel, and sighed."Maybe it's for the best."
"What?"
"Not her messing with things for me just...the part about me not working for her anymore. Maybe I shouldn't be a member either."
"No, why? Why are you saying that?"
"That's what you wanted to talk to me about, right? You're breaking up with me...". Tears filled her eyes, and it broke Rachel's heart.
"Oh my God...baby...no. No, I'm not breaking up with you. Is that really what you thought?" She wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her a few times on the cheek.
"I didn't know what to think. I was just freaked out, that's why I was waiting for you. Then Santana started with me, and everything just exploded", she cried."I'm sorry."
"No, don't be sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stressed you out like that. Maybe...this can wait. We can talk later. Right now, why don't you stay in here until I'm done with my next client, and then-"
"No...Rachel...I really wish you just talk to me now", she sobbed."Don't make me wait any longer, because honestly, I'm about to have a heart attack. Trust me when I say, the solution to calming my nerves is not making wait longer, so please...just tell me. I know it's something bad...".
The tiny brunette rested her forehead on Quinn's, and stroked her cheek with her thumb."How do you know?"
"I can just tell. You've been so... different lately...and I know I say stupid things sometimes, and that they come out so wrong...but...when we were talking to my Mother earlier, and you kept getting so angry...it just seemed like-"
"You're right", breathed Rachel."I've been crazy...and I'm sorry. You don't deserve this from me...you really don't."
"What's wrong, Rach? Talk to me...".
Rachel leaned back, and sighed."It's just...this whole thing with Laine...it's been eating away at me, and at first...I wasn't sure why I was so invested in the situation. It's clear now. A little too clear." She broke into tears."I just really didn't wanna' have to think about it...and I really didn't ever want you to know."
"You didn't wanna' be thinking about Laine", asked Quinn, grabbing Rachel's hand, and holding it.
"No...about something else." She really didn't want to say it."Quinn...I need you to promise me that this won't change anything between us. It happened before I even met you...and nobody else knows except for Brittany...and that's only because I happened to run into her when I came back...and I...I broke down...I just lost it...and she was there for me...".
"What happened before I met you", asked Quinn, desperately. She didn't like how freaked out Rachel was. It was scaring her. She pulled the tiny woman close to her, and held her tight."Tell me, baby...".
Rachel was so beyond frustrated. She had planned on Brittany being there when she talked about it. She really wanted her to be there at that moment. However, she knew that there was no way out of it at that point. She had no choice but to tell Quinn, and she had to do it on her own.
"It was after I met up with Puck this one night. We went to see a movie...", she cried, as she remembered the night.
The two of them were leaving the theater, and headed outside.
"I dunno' what the deal is with Adam Sandler. I mean, he bounces back and forth between funny shit, and serious shit...it's messed up", Puck was saying.
"What are you talking about, I thought that was really funny", laughed Rachel.
"Yeah, it was...but after seeing him a serious movie, then going back to a funny one...it's hard to take the funny shit seriously."
"Wait a minute...what? Puck...".
"Yeah...yeah...I know, that made no damn sense", he laughed."You know what I mean. The whole transition is fucked. Like the last thing I watched with him, it was all serious. Now, it's hard to laugh at the funny shit. He should really just stick to one thing, I mean come on."
"It's called acting, Puckerman. It's what actors do. If they limit themselves to one genre, it messes with the balance. Limits are dangerous with that industry. They're dangerous with any industry."
"Even the sex industry", he asked, as they stopped outside of the building, and he lit a cigarette.
"Yes, even the sex industry. Take Sunshine, for example. She's got a few clients that like to see her dressed up as a baby. She gets tipped huge for the whole role play thing. If she didn't do that, she wouldn't be making as much money as she does now."
"Doesn't she hate doing that?"
"Yeah, she kinda' does...but she knows that she can do it. That's my point. Taking a skill that you have, and stretching it as far as you can, only opens you up to bigger and better things."
"Whatever", he laughed, breathing out a puff of smoke.
"Puckerman", they heard a voice yell. He looked across the street, smiled and waved.
"Hey what's up, man!"
"Nothin'...you gonna' hit the bars?"
"I dunno'...I might!"
"Alright, well if I don't see you...you'll be gettin' a call from me tomorrow, bro!"
"Yeah, didn't doubt it! See ya' later, dude!"
The guy made his way down the street, and around the corner.
"A friend of yours", asked Rachel.
"Yeah, he buys pot from me...that's probably why he'll be calling me."
"God, I still can't believe you started selling that stuff. It's trouble, and you know it."
"Yeah, yeah...says you and everybody else who doesn't smoke the happy leaf", he laughed."You wanna' come hang at my place for bit, or are you going back?"
"Sweetie, I'd love to, but I'm so tired. I think I'll head back, take a bubble bath, get on my computer for a while, then sleep. My night off needs to end with some relaxation."
"You want some company in the tub", he asked, raising his eyebrows up and down.
"Oh stop", she laughed."You're a perv, Noah Puckerman. Anyways, do you want me to drop you off at home?"
"No, it's cool. If you're not coming to hang out, I think I'll hit Smashed. Love that place."
"What is it", asked Rachel, as she dug into her purse for her keys.
"It's this bar, it's awesome there. I'll take you sometime. You can come with me now, if you want...".
"No...I'm going back. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay", he said, as he hugged her tight."Let me walk you to your car."
"No, I'm just down the street, I'll be fine."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. Love you, be safe tonight...".
"Yeah I will", he said, as he made his way in the opposite direction.
She started the short walk towards her car. She contemplated getting her pepper spray from her purse, but decided against it. She could see her car from where she was. As she approached the vehicle, she unlocked it, and grabbed the handle.
She never even saw him coming.
She opened the driver's side door, got in and closed it. She was just about to lock the doors, when the passenger side door opened, and in climbed a man with a ski mask on. He pointed a gun at her head, and calmly started talking.
"Don't scream, don't try to run...just drive."
"Oh my God...", she whimpered."Please...d-don't hurt me...".
"Start the car, and drive." He rested the tip of his gun on her temple.
She was instantly regretting not letting Puck walk her to her car.
"Okay...okay...", she sobbed, as she started the car."Where do you want me to drive?"
"Three streets up, then make a left", he demanded."Step on it, bitch."
She had never been so terrified in her life. She'd been held up before. Mugged, and robbed, some of those situations being held at gun point. Only, never once had somebody actually held a gun to her head. She wanted to be brave, but she was too scared. She sobbed and shook the entire time she was driving.
"Don't cry...we're gonna' have some fun. That's nothin' to be sad about now, is it...", he laughed.
She felt like vomiting. By those words, and those words alone, she knew what was about to happen to her.
"I'll take care of you real good, don't you worry about that."
She tried to listen to his voice, to see if she recognized him, but she didn't. To her, it seemed like he was trying to disguise it. Almost like he was forcing himself to sound different. She knew he had a mask on, but she still wished she could look at him. Maybe there would be some clue, or something she could remember him by. As much as she wanted to look she wouldn't. She refused to look anywhere other than the road. She didn't want to make him angry. She shivered a little, when she felt his hand, pushing her dress up, and rubbing her bare thighs.
"God...", he breathed."It's my lucky night."
Once he forced her to park the car, she glanced out the window. They were in some sort of multi-level parking structure. One that was obviously under construction. There didn't seem to be anybody around, and there was barely any light. She knew they were pretty far from the street, where anybody would see or hear them. The sounds from the city street was dim, and far away.
"Turn the car off, and give me the keys", he demanded.
She did as she was told. Her whole body was shaking.
"Good girl...now, get in the back seat. If you try to run from me, I'll shoot you. Understand?"
Rachel just nodded, and slowly pushed herself up. She climbed into the back seat, and watched as he did the same. Once he was sitting next to her, he put the gun to her head again. She still couldn't bring herself to look at him.
"Don't be shy...". He used the gun to move the hair from her face."You're pretty sexy...I wish you wouldn't hide from me."
It made her sick to think that he was using the gun in such a way. It was almost like he thought of it as a real part of him. He could have moved her hair with his hands, he was wearing gloves after all, but no. He chose to use his gun, as if it was a limb he couldn't live without.
"Please...", she sobbed."Don't d-do...this...please. Take my money, take the car, take anything you want...just...don't do this."
"I don't want any of that stuff...I just wanna' fuck a pretty girl."
"Oh God...", she whimpered."You...can...find one. A g-girl that's...w-willing...".
"I could, but where's the fun in that?"
"Please? You...c-can't do this to me...I...I...don't even like men...I like women", she cried. She wanted to take it back. She knew it was a mistake for her to say it, and she wanted to kick herself for letting it slip.
"Well then", he laughed, a hint of surprise in his tone."...guess I'll have to change your mind about that. Don't worry...I'll cure that nasty little girl itch for you."
"No...no...please...", she cried.
"Lay down."
"Please...please...don't...".
"I said...lay down." He pushed the gun into her temple.
Her heart was beating so fast, and so hard, as she cried, and moved onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling of the car, and heard the sound of a zipper. After, she heard him rip something open, and then a smacking sound. She assumed he was putting a condom on. She wanted to die. Before she knew it, the gun was to her head again, and her arms were pinned back and above her head.
"Relax...you'll enjoy this better if you do."
She closed her eyes, and let out a loud whimper when she felt him force himself inside of her. It hurt. She wasn't a virgin, and she had been with men before, but that didn't matter. She felt a fire in between her legs that she had never felt before, and it was killing her on the inside. He pushed, and grunted, and kissed her neck, all the while holding his gun to her head. He ignored her crying, and pleading.
It only lasted for about ten minutes, but to her, it seemed like forever. She couldn't stop herself from gagging when he was done. She felt his body shake against hers, and the moan he let out was making her sick. He sat up, and laughed a little."If your body could talk, I think it would tell me that it needed a nice hard dick. You're a damn good lay. Better than some others."
She wanted to hurt him. Just the thought of other girls going through what she had just gone through made her want to kill him. Yet, there he sat. Laughing about it, as if he was proud of himself. She didn't move the entire time he was putting himself back together. She heard him zip his pants, and sigh.
"So normally, this would be the part where I warn you...that if you tell anybody I'll kill you, but what's the point? Tell who you want, you'll never know who it was that just gave you the best sex you'll ever have." He leaned down, and pressed his lips onto hers. He forced his tongue inside of her mouth, and she hated it. She almost wished she could vomit right into his mouth. When he stopped, he caressed the side of her face with his gun."Dream about me...".
That being said, he threw the car keys onto Rachel's stomach, got out of the car, and ran away. When she was sure that he was gone, she cried and cried. Loud and hard, and she couldn't breathe. She sat up, opened the door, and threw up. She wanted to scream and yell for help, but she knew it was a lost cause. What was done, was done. There wasn't much she could have done about it at that point. After she composed herself the best she could, she got back into the driver's seat, and took a few deep breathes. She couldn't stop herself from crying. She started the car, and started to drive very slowly. It took about fifteen minutes to get back to the road, and figure out where she was. Another thirty minutes, and she was parking in her spot in the Playground parking garage. She got out of her car, and made her way towards the elevator. All she wanted to do was take a shower. Maybe even a bath. She'd sit in there for hours, it didn't matter, she just wanted to scrub herself until she couldn't feel anything anymore. She had just about reached the elevator, when she heard a voice.
"Rach! Rachie!"
She knew it was Brittany before she even turned around. The blond jogged up to her, and smiled."Hey you! How was your night off?"
"I...I...um...", Rachel sobbed."I need to...go upstairs...".
"Oh my God...", said Brittany, as she moved closer."Why are you crying, what's wrong?"
"Nothing...I..I j-just...I just need to g-go upstairs...and...". She couldn't finish. She broke into even more tears, and sunk to the ground. Brittany caught her little body in her arms, and went right down with her.
"Rachel...what happened?"
"I...I...need to wash him off of me Britt...I just need to get him off of me", she cried.
By the time Rachel was done telling Quinn what had happened, the both of them were in tears on Rachel's bed. Quinn was holding onto Rachel for dear life, and rocking her.
"After Brittany figured out what happened...she took me to the emergency room... I got checked out, and came back here. I made her promise not to tell, and she never did."
"The emergency room...but...wouldn't Sue have taken care of that?"
"No, I didn't want anybody else here to know. If I would have just composed myself a little better...Brittany wouldn't have even known. I wish she didn't."
"Why?"
"I'm just so...embarrassed. I shouldn't have let that happen to me...".
"It wasn't your fault...please don't blame yourself...".
"It feels like it was my fault. It always has. I should have done something, like...let Puck walk me to my car or...just...begged more. Fought the guy...something. Anything...".
Quinn wanted to kill somebody. She was angry, and scared, and wished more than anything that she could have been there to stop it from happening. To stop whoever it was that had hurt her girlfriend."Baby...", she sobbed."Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was before I even knew you, Quinn."
"I know...but...I..just wish...you would have told me."
"I'm so sorry...I'm sorry for how I've been, I know it's so fucking frustrating for you...".
"Stop, don't you dare say that you're sorry. It wasn't your fault."
Rachel cried harder, and buried her face into the blond's shoulder."Oh God...".
"Shhhhh", she comforted."It's alright. Everything is alright. I'm right here."
After a while, Rachel had no choice but to calm herself down, and go deal with her next client of the night. Quinn protested it, but Rachel refused to flake on the client. She fixed her make up, let the blond hold her for a few more minutes, before heading downstairs to the bar area. Quinn just laid down on Rachel's bed, and breathed deep. She was still a little shaken up from the fight, and the news of what had happened to Rachel was making her sick.
She heard her phone going off from her purse, but ignored it. She didn't care to deal with anybody or anything. She needed to clear her head. After her phone had gone off a few more times, she finally grabbed it from her purse and looked at the screen.
I kno UR still here...my office...now...- S
Quinn just shook her head in disbelief.
NOT doing this anymore 2nite Santana...enough is enough...-Q
I kno that...I just wanna talk I swear...shit got outta hand - S
Um yeah...ya think? - Q
I need U in my office...please...come on...I can even wave a white flag if U want...- S
Quinn sighed, before sitting up."God Damn it...".
A few minutes later, she was walking into the Boss Lady's office. She couldn't help but smirk a little when she saw Santana sitting at her desk, waving a tissue in the air."Okay, wow. You actually did it."
"Told you."
Quinn walked over, and sat in a chair in front of the desk.
"No", said Santana."Couch it."
"What?"
"I've been told a few times that I'm more intimidating when people are sitting in those chairs. I guess people have started calling that spot The Chair...as if it's the electric chair or something stupid like that. So just...sit on the couch. Please?" She sounded exhausted, and Quinn actually appreciated the fact that she didn't want her in The Chair. She smiled a little, stood up, and moved to the couch. There was an awkward silence before either of them spoke. Quinn not really knowing what to say, and Santana not wanting to say what she knew she needed to. It was the Latina who spoke up first."We need to sort shit out."
"Yeah...", nodded Quinn."We really do."
"I can sit here and explain why you piss me off, but we've been down that road."
"Yeah, I know. You hate that you like me, and I threaten you. That's all been said, Santana. Only now, instead of talking, maybe it's time you actually do something about it."
"I get that."
"Do you really?"
"Yes, I really get it."
"So why are you still treating me like you do?"
"I thought you would have caught on by now. I lash out, I don't deal with shit."
"If you know that about yourself, why don't you try and change it?"
"It's the Latina in me. My Mother, and my sisters...they're all the same way. I just happened to be a tiny bit worse."
"God, there are more of you", asked Quinn, laughing a little.
"Oh yeah, I've got three sisters."
"I feel bad for them", smirked Quinn.
"Yeah...oddly enough...so do I."
The joking didn't last long. Santana's smile faded, and Quinn decided it was time to talk about how serious things had become.
"Santana, you hit Brittany."
"Stop", she snapped."I already feel so fucking horrible about that...", she trailed off. She sounded like she was about to cry."Jesus...". She leaned back in her desk chair, and buried her face into her hands.
"If I know her the way I think I've gotten to...I'm pretty sure she's already forgiven you."
"I will never forgive myself...and I told her that. She's not mad at me or anything, but she did kinda' lecture me on my temper. She went into how my Boss Lady status has gone way passed just...going to my head, and she made some comment about how it's probably in space right now. I know she's right, I do...she always is. I really can't understand how she isn't pissed at me, I deserved so much more than a lecture", she explained, shakily.
"Look, everybody knows that slap was meant for me, it's not like it's happened before, right?"
"No, it hasn't", Santana sobbed. Quinn suddenly felt bad. She didn't know that Santana had started to cry.
"Okay, good, but I need you to tell me that...it was a wake up call for you. We both let our anger get out of control, I'm not gonna' sit here and blame it all on you. I know I'm at fault too. Because of us, Britt got hurt, and I'm sorry for that. I really am. I owe her an apology as well."
"I know, I'm sorry too. It's just...ever since my stupid little stress attack, I've felt like I'm loosing control of this place. With you here...it just made it worse."
"Okay...", said Quinn.
"Try not to be offended by that, I'm just being honest with you. I know that you know what you're doing, and I know hiring you was one of the best decisions I've ever made, but...that scares the shit outta' me, Quinn. What if you do things better than me, what if my Babies start to respect you more?"
"I would never steal your thunder...".
"That's the thing, you already kinda' have. I wanted to think it was on purpose, but I know it's not like that with you. The truth is, you're a little better at this than I am...and that sucks because I've put so much into this place, and if I ever lost it...I'd fucking die. What if someday...it's decided that you should take my place?"
"God, Santana...that's never gonna' happen, I would never take your job, I couldn't."
"Yeah, but even so, what if people would rather have it that way?"
Quinn understood Santana's fear. She hated that she had made her feel that way. She hadn't meant to, but she knew that she had.
"I see what you mean, but...you can prevent that. We can prevent that."
"We?"
"Yeah...We. I know us helping you out was temporary while you were sick, but...what if it wasn't?"
Santana wiped some tears from her face, sat up, and rested her arms on her desk."Keep talking...".
"Well, you like some of my suggestions, right?"
"Yes...", mumbled Santana, as if she didn't want to be admitting it.
"Well, we've had our sit downs, and our meetings, and taken care of some of the minor things. Why don't we start putting some of the major things into play...".
"Okay. Like what?"
"More lounges, a bigger and better bar area. Live music, and performances for the E-Lounge...more theme nights. A better catalog...I mean, the possibilities are endless. You just have to be open to things."
"This all sounds very expensive", said Santana, as she once again, sat back in her chair."You're saying all this, but all I'm hearing is money... money...money...and oh hey, guess what? Money."
"Money that you have. If you expand this place, you'll be getting more money, trust me. I know about these things. I work out of a building right now, and use a separate studio when I take photos. In a few months, I'll have my own building, with studio space. I did that, because I know it's gonna' bring in more clients. More clients and changes, mean more money. Well, that same goes for this place."
Santana liked where Quinn was coming from, and she agreed with her, but she couldn't get passed a few things."Alright, I hear you. But, what if it doesn't work? Or worse, what if it does work, and I have to give you the credit?"
"Wow", laughed the blond."Just...wow."
"Yeah, I know. I'm a big bitch, and credit isn't something that I like to share. Just ask my sisters", she laughed."Seriously though, I'm all for some changes, but I need you to promise me that you're not gonna' take my position from me."
Quinn was confused. She wasn't sure why Santana was so Hell bent on the idea of her taking over. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind until Santana had stressed her feelings about it. Above all the other concerns she had, she wasn't sure why the Latina even thought that she had the capability of stealing her position.
"I already told you, I would never do that", she defended.
"You need to promise."
Quinn squinted at the Boss Lady for a moment. She didn't mind making promises, but if she was going to make one, she wanted a promise kept in return."I'll promise, if you do."
"Shit", giggled Santana."What am I promising?"
"Respect. If I get pissed at you, and call you out on things, there will be no hair pulling, punching or slapping me. If I piss you off, you will talk to me about it instead of trying to kick my ass, or kick me out of your office. You will acknowledge things like a big girl, and not push people away with the Big Bad Boss Lady bullshit. You want me under you, that's fine, but I want respect, Santana. I've earned it...".
Santana rolled her eyes, and shook her head."Really?
"Yes, really."
Santana could tell that the woman was being sincere with her, and that she felt very strongly about what she was asking for. She knew it could risk certain things, but it didn't matter. She knew that she could deal with it for the time being.
"Fuck it. Fine, whatever, you got it. I promise not to treat you like the newbie bitch that you are", she laughed.
"Good, than I promise not to steal your thunder."
"Jesus...you know I just...really fucking-"
"Hate me. Yeah, I know. Trust me, you've said it enough."
After a little more talking, a few shots, and a little first aid, the two women were settled. Not happy, just settled. It was decided that the two of them were done fighting for the time being, and were just going to work together as much as they could. Quinn was perched on Santana's desk top, applying lipstick, and trying to fix her appearance."You know...it's kinda' funny that you have first aid stuff in your office. You get your ass kicked often?"
"Okay, stop right there, bitch", laughed Santana."You didn't kick my ass, I kicked yours."
"If you say so...".
"Oh, I do say so."
Quinn smiled. Sure, they had come to an agreement, but she couldn't deny it. Santana would always have the upper hand. She would always need to feel like she was top bitch. So, she let her have that."Fine, you win. You kicked my ass, now let's drop it."
"Yeah...you better recognize. You do have a pretty mean scratch though, I have to admit that. This is gonna' scar for sure."
"I'll see you those scars, for the bruise that's forming on my stomach. You punch like a preoffesional damn boxer", laughed Quinn.
"That happens when you grow up with sisters. Eventually, fighting like girls gets old, and it can only get even more intense from there."
"I have a sister too, but I haven't seen her in years. So, I'll have to take your word for it."
"Yeah, I guess you'll have to", giggled the woman, as she sat back in her chair. She started lightly picking at the bandages on her arm."God, I hate these."
"What the medical tape?"
"It makes me look like a weak bitch."
"No, I don't think so", said Quinn.
"You don't?"
"No, I think it makes it look like you had an epic smack down, and came out of it. Hell, at least you have the bandages. We did too much slapping. Me, I've got a bruise in a place on my body that nobody will ever see. At least you've got the medical tape."
Santana smiled, and nodded."Good point."
"I guess I'll be heading back to the bar. It's one of Rachel's busy nights, so I might as well do some work until she's done. I should talk to Sage, I think it might be in her best interest, and ours, if she got some sort of training for tending bar. I mean, she's gotten a little better, but I noticed that Sunshine isn't helping her out as much."
"Yeah, you do that, and maybe grab Shamrocks, I think he's in the Rainbow Lounge. If he's not busy, tell him to report for bar duty."
Quinn nodded."Alright."
"I'd like to go to the E-Lounge, and stare at my sexy perfection so hard, that she forgets what I did, but I can't. There's a new client in tonight, and I need to do my thing."
"Don't do that to yourself, San. She'll never forget that, and neither will you. Yeah, she'll forgive but not won't forget...and you'll need to put some serious effort into calming the Hell down. For her sake, and yours. Do you think you can handle that?"
"Fuck...I dunno'. Probably not."
"But you'll try, right?"
"Yeah, I'd try anything for my baby."
Quinn sighed, heavily."Yeah...so would I."
"Excuse you?"
"No, not your baby...mine. Rachel is so stressed right now...I need to fix it." She put all of her make up back into her purse, and stood from the desk top.
"Yeah, okay so I never did find out. How did things go with Puck and Laine?"
Quinn wasn't really talking about that, and was about to point that out, when she remembered. She couldn't. Santana didn't know about Rachel's attack, and although she hadn't said anything directly about telling Santana, she knew that she probably didn't want her to.
"It was a weird afternoon. Rachel wasn't in a great mood, and my Mother kind of surprised us."
"Your Mother?"
"Yeah, she's been staying with Laine at my place, and now she likes her so much that she wants have her move in with her, so she can take care of her."
"Wow, you really hate that, don't you", laughed Santana, sensing an annoyance in her friend's tone.
"I don't exactly hate it, I just...need think about it. I mean, she knows nothing about this girl, and it freaks me out that she wants to just take her in like a lost puppy. Who the Hell knows what kind of drama she's getting herself into with this. Not to mention, she cannot stand Puck, and the fact that Laine wants to be able to spend time with him."
"With that ass hole's nonsense, I can't say I blame your Mother."
"I know, but Puck honestly cares about her, and wouldn't give up until my Mom gave in."
Santana sighed."I haven't seen that piece of shit in a while, and he still makes my blood boil. I don't even know why I bother having Bethany tail him anymore. He obviously enjoys his new life style for the strung out and famous...".
"Do you think that it might be time to cut the chord", asked Quinn, a little worry on her face.
Santana didn't say a word, she just shrugged.
"Well, if you don't want to, than you shouldn't. Who knows what might happen to him, even if he does know what he's doing."
"I wish I didn't give a fuck", she groaned."But I do."
"Just give a little more time."
"Yeah, I guess I will."
"Alright, lets get to the bar. I think we could both use some more alcohol", smiled Quinn."Who's the new client?"
"This crazy loud chick, she runs some modeling agency. I think her name is Roz something."
"Washington."
"You know her?"
"I met her once. We did some chatting, and she gave some...sound advice about my sex life", smiled the blond."She did mention something about having a meeting with you, she just didn't tell me when it was." She couldn't get into too much details about meeting the woman. Santana couldn't know that she'd given Roz some pointers about the Playground.
"She's nuts, right?"
"A little, but in a good way. Something tells me she will fit right in around here."
"Alright, well I'm already late to give her the tour, so let's get down there", said Santana, as she stood, and moved towards the door. Quinn was just a few steps behind her. When she had her hand on the door handle, she stopped.
"Are you alright", asked Quinn, as she stopped.
Santana turned around, and sighed."Thank you."
"For what?"
"Dealing with me...and all my crazy..."
Quinn smiled."Thank you for dealing with me and all of mine..."
Santana hesitated just a little, before leaning in, and hugging Quinn. The blond hugged back, and smiled. Not only was she not expecting it, but she needed it. As the hug broke, and Santana opened the door, Quinn remembered something.
"Oh...I have some information for you about those X pills that were found."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, your little spy is really doing her job. I'll tell you on the way down."
After Santana had given Roz the full tour, she strolled into the bar with her. She noticed that a lot of eyes were on her, and she knew it was because of the fight, but she ignored it. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it, no matter what. Quinn was seated at the very far end of the bar. Drink in front of her, tablet in hand. Some eyes were on her as well, but Santana couldn't help but admire how Quinn did her best to keep working. Regardless of the drama that the night had brought her way.
"Last stop on our little tour, is the bar", Santana was saying as they walked in."You pay for drinks, it's not part of the membership."
"Okay, whoa", laughed Roz."No disrespect, but if this place is secret, and I feel the need to start a tab...what the Hell shows up on my credit card statements?"
Santana smiled."Not a thing, if you follow the rules. The whole place is cash only, so I suggest that you show up here with a whole lot of cash if you plan on spending a lot."
"Well damn, you got this all figured out then, huh?"
"Roz, this place wouldn't be what it is if I didn't have it all figured out", she answered."Let's have a drink, shall we? Since it's your first night, the tab is on me."
"You mean...the tab is free?"
"Well...the way I said it sounded so much better...but fine...yeah, it's free", laughed the Latina.
"Either way, that sounds good to me, girl. Let's do it."
The two of wandered towards the counter, and found two empty stools next to Sue and Emma.
"Well well, if it isn't the Playground medical team", laughed Santana."Sue, Emma...I'd like you guys to meet Roz Washington. She's considering becoming a member tonight."
"Hello", greeted Emma, with a smile.
"Pleased to meet you", said Sue.
"Hey, it's nice to meet you ladies", said Roz.
"Roz, Dr. Sylvester and Dr. Pillsbury, are in charge of physical and mental health around here", explained Santana."They earn their keep by helping me take care of all my babies."
"I see, well good for you two. I'm sure it's a real trip working for this one", laughed Roz.
"What is that supposed to mean", asked Santana.
"Come on now...", the darker woman laughed."I can tell that you're a real hard ass, and I've only spent the last half hour with you. Don't play, girl...I know you know what you're doin' around here...".
"Of course I do."
"Mmmhmm...ain't even need to tell me", she laughed.
"As a perspective, I have to ask", smiled Sue."What do you think of this place so far?"
"I'm thinking, Hell yeah...this place is where I need to spend some of my...extra time and money", said Roz, looking at Santana."Where do I sign?"
Santana smiled."We'll get to that. First, let's have a drink."
After a few rounds, Roz was feeling pretty good about herself. She always did, but she couldn't deny it. Gin and Tonic had always pushed her in a very clear direction. An honest path, that she would never have a problem taking.
"This is wild", she was saying, as she took a sip of her drink."I mean, damn...this place is a dream come true. I'm almost ashamed that I didn't know about it before."
"That's how everybody feels around here", agreed Sue, before glancing over at Emma. The red head simply smiled at Sue, and sipped her drink."Well...most of us anyway."
"What can I say", laughed Santana."When it comes to secret sexual desire...I know my shit."
"What kind of girl are you looking for, Roz", asked Emma, shyly.
"Damn, that's a loaded question. See, I like my females in all forms, but now that I have my pick...my mind is spinning like you wouldn't believe", was the woman's answer.
Before she could say anything else, Sugar had come out of nowhere, and was standing in front of Emma. She was holding a RedBull can, and she didn't look happy."Is it true?"
"Hello Sugar", said Emma, nervously."Is what true?"
"Are you seriously involved with the newbie emo freak?"
"Sugar! No! Not now, get the fuck back to the Red Light Lounge", demanded the Boss Lady."You do not get to talk to her that way!"
"Sugar", said Emma, gently."Would you be alright with handing over the...um...extra energy?"
"Oh my God", breathed the tiny, hyper girl. She drank what was left in the can, and held it out for Emma to take."Here!"
"Well...alright, it's a bit pointless now, but I'll take it", said Emma, as she took the empty can, and set it on the counter.
"This is so screwed up! I've been trying for so long to get you, and the first time you meet that Sage bitch, you're all about her? What the Hell! No! That's not fair, she hasn't even been here that long! I deserve more respect than that...", Sugar ranted on. She then looked towards Sue."I deserved more than that from you too, but you decided it was better to laugh at me, and make me feel stupid! I don't deserve that from, anybody, and I really didn't deserve it from you! You gave me all the signs! I know you wanted me, but you're too much a bitch to actually follow through when you're giving the damn signs!"
Santana went to say something, but Sue beat her to the punch."You're confusing respect with money, Sugar. Don't flatter yourself. The only signs you look for are dollar sings, and you're just pissed that you're not getting them from me." The woman was surprisingly calm, given who she was talking to.
Sugar didn't like what was just said to her. Not at all, and it was written all over her face."Screw you! You have no idea what you're talking about! You don't know me!"
Once again, Santana was ready to say a few things to her baby, Sugar. However, she was once again cut off by somebody else.
"Oh my God...this one is a ball of fire", exclaimed Roz."Little girl, you're either straight up crazy shit from the get go, or you have energy drink running through those veins!"
"Actually...it's both", said Sue, sipping her drink. She hadn't even looked at Sugar, not even when she was talking to her. She just calmly sat, and enjoyed herself.
"Who the Hell are you", snapped Sugar, looking at Roz.
"Sugar, knock it off", ordered the Boss Lady. She was more than just a little tired of listening to the tiny woman's ranting and raving. The fact that she hadn't gotten a chance to speak wasn't sitting well with her either."You will show some respect towards these members, and you will show it now!"
"Oh my God...", snapped Sugar."Sage! Give me a Redbull!"
Alyson shook her head and laughed from her position behind the counter."Are you fucking kidding me...I'm not giving you a damn thing much less anymore liquid crazy!"
"Sugar", snapped the Boss Lady, as she stood up her seat. She took her place right in front of the girl, and glared down at her."You have two options right now! Either you can get back to work, or you can stay in your room the rest of the night! Be warned, if you're choosing the room option, it will be searched high and low, and I think we both know that you have a stash of that liquid poison hidden in there somewhere!" She was pissed, but she knew the girl must have been drinking a lot of RedBull that day, because her nerve at the moment was unbelievable."So what's it gonna' be? You shutting your mouth, and getting back to work, or me finding your stash, and dumping every last drop of it down the fucking drain? You have ten seconds to decide your fate! Starting now!"
"Back to work...", Sugar mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I will go back to work, Miss Santana."
"That's what the fuck I thought", said Santana."Now, before you do that...you have something to say to these members! Right now!"
Sugar rolled her eyes, and looked towards Sue, Emma and Roz."I apologize for my behavior." Sue and Emma nodded, while Roz just smirked, and looked Sugar up and down.
"Move your ass back to that lounge", demanded Santana."And I swear to God, you come at any member like that again, you're dead!" Sugar made her way out of the bar area, looking back over her shoulder. Roz was watching her, and she couldn't help but like it. She smiled at her, earning a wink from the woman.
As Santana sat back down, Quinn walked over, and leaned against the counter."What the Hell was that about?"
"Mixing RedBull with Sugar...it's a recipe for fucking crazy", sighed Santana."I cannot believe her right now."
"A recipe for crazy? Try a recipe for the fucking apocalypse", exclaimed Alyson."I'm thinking about pouring all the Redbull into different bottles or cans, and telling her that we don't have it anymore. If it wasn't' for the people at this place who love to mix their vodka with it, I'd be more than just a little happy to get rid of it all."
"I feel bad for the RedBull", said Sue, earning some laughter from the other women.
"They do make sugar free Redbull...", mentioned Emma."Maybe she'd be better off drinking that."
"I bet the RedBull wishes it was Sugar free...", smirked Sue, earning more laughter.
"Oh, okay. Well, that whole things makes a little more sense now", said Quinn, shaking her head.
"Santana...", said Roz.
"Yeah?"
"I want that girl."
"What", asked Santana, Sue, Emma, Quinn, and Alyson, in unison.
"Oh Hell yeah...she's a little flame...".
"Yeah, one that needs to be put the fuck out immediately", laughed Alyson."That being said, can I get you another drink, Roz?"
"Yeah Sage, another Gin and Tonic, please."
"Coming right up." Alyson got busy making the drink.
"Roz...Sugar is nuts", said Sue."I really wouldn't do that if I were you...".
"No joke, that girl is wound so damn tight", said Santana."Let's hit my office, you can look through the catalog."
"No need", said Roz."I want that girl."
"Wow", said Quinn.
"She's not stable...", warned Emma."That's my professional point of view anyway."
"Yeah, and she's all about the money too, so if you choose her, be prepared to pay more than just the membership fee", laughed Quinn.
The minute Alyson set Roz's drink in front of her, the woman snatched it up, and chugged the entire thing."Ms. Lopez...we should indeed hit your office, but only so I can make my membership official, and so you can hook me up with that sexy little ball of fire."
Santana's eyes went wide,and she looked at Quinn. The two of them spoke the same words, at the exact same time, and it couldn't have been more perfect.
"Holy shit."
"All I can say, is that you are in for one Hell of a sugar rush...", said Sue.
About an hour later, Santana and Quinn were alone in the office, once again. Roz was a member, and was planning being there the following night, to be with Sugar. The two women had tried their best to push her towards some other girls, but she didn't budge. Sugar was who she wanted, and she wasn't going to agree to be a member, until she was sure she was getting the girl she wanted.
"We tried", breathed Santana, after Roz had left."We tried, and failed, but if she wants the crazy, that's on her."
"You know, Mercedes did mention something about how Roz is kind of into crazy girls", said Quinn, from her seat on the couch. She sipped her drink, and laughed a little."So, I guess it makes sense."
"Wait, is that how you met her? Through Mercedes...".
"Yeah."
"You bitch", laughed Santana."Did you give her a Playground break down or something?"
Quinn smiled."Why do you ask?"
"She seemed a little to calm and collected. Almost like she already knew what she was getting herself into. Is that curtsey of you?"
"If it is, you'll never know", was the smart ass answer from Quinn.
"Wow", said Santana shaking her head."Barbie clearly has some sneaky moves."
"Barbie", asked Quinn, one eyebrow raised."Your girlfriend looks a lot more like Barbie, than I do."
"Fair enough", said Santana, as she leaned back in her chair."Speaking of girlfriends...yours should be off duty soon."
"Yeah, she's with her second to last client right now."
"What's up with her lately?"
"With Rach", asked Quinn.
"Yeah...I mean...she's been a feisty one for as long as I've known her, but lately...it's pretty intense. She seems so pissed off...like...all the time now. Being the way that I am...I can't help but see the stress now, ya' know? Something is off with her...".
Quinn knew why that was, and sure, she had just found herself the real reason behind Rachel's behavior. Only, it was different in that moment. Santana had no idea, and for some reason, she couldn't help but want to enlighten her. She wanted to keep her girlfriend's secret. More than anything she wanted to, but she could help but feel like Santana knowing, might help in some way or another.
"San...", she started, very carefully. She had no idea what she was about to say.
"Yeah?"
"She was...something happened...".
"Huh?"
"Rachel's been weird because of something that happened to her."
The Latina could sense how serious it was, just by the tone of Quinn's tone. She grabbed her drink from her desk, and sat back in her chair."Talk to me...".
The next afternoon, Rachel was exiting her room, to go find Brittany. Quinn was still asleep in her bed, and she had managed to get out of the room without waking her up. All she wanted was coffee, and to talk to Brittany. However, after only taking a few steps away from her closed door, she was stopped.
"Rach", said Santana.
The tiny woman turned around, and smiled as her Boss approached her."Hey San...".
"Hey...".
"Do you know where Brittany is? I need to talk to her."
"Yeah...um...she's not around. She went to meet Jade somewhere, but she should be back in a little while", answered the Latina, softly."Actually, I was hoping to talk to you about something."
"If it's about yesterday", started Rachel."I'm really sor-"
"No", she cut in."It's not that. I was somewhat out of line with that whole thing, but that's another conversation. Rachel...I know what happ-"
She wanted to continue, but she was cut off by the sound of her cellphone ringing. She looked at the screen, and saw that it was Detective Hayes calling."Hold on...", she said."Hello?"
"Santana...".
"Yeah, hey...Bethany...this isn't really a great time. Let me call you back in a while, alright?"
"No. Santana, we need to talk now. I need you to come meet me."
"I can't right now, there's some things going on right now. Can we meet up in a bit?"
"This is super important, you need to meet me now."
"Okay, I fucking can't right now", snapped Santana into her phone."Jesus, you have to wait!"
"Santana! I am at the morgue right now!"
"Wait...what?"
"Yeah, do I have your attention now? I'm at the morgue, and I think one of your girls is here...I need you to come down, and identify her."
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